OOC: Bleh, sorry about not posting sooner, been feeling ill as of late and headaches don't help your writing. Still, I managed to churn this one out and I hope to post them more frequently in the future.
Having finally reached the caverns Flaxis had mentioned, Darvek became at ease once more. The entrance was well hidden amongst the foliage and the tunnels seemed to stretch on forever, covered by a thick, stringy substance which hung from the ceiling and walls. Paramite web. Everywhere. Possibly a place of nesting or cover for the local population.
The three newly found compadres all found themselves a place to rest, sitting atop of smooth rocks or pressed against the wall, worn out from battle. Few words were spoken amongst them for a time. Calvaar sat staring blankly at his feet, his mind some place else whilst Darvek and Flaxis exchanged glances.
'What is all this about?' Flaxis demanded, breaking the silence.
'It doesn't concern you.' Darvek replied.
'We just risked our necks against a Slig platoon out there because of you!' Flaxis growled, returning to his feet, 'I'd say that this has become our business.'
There was a long awkward silence before somebody spoke once more. Unfortunately, it was neither Flaxis or Darvek.
'Oh my Odd!' Calvarr yelled, 'Tears of the Past!'
Darvek and Flaxis exchanged glances once more, looking to Calvarr with puzzled expressions upon their face. Before Darvek could even begin to question Calvarr, he noticed Flaxis jerking his head in the direction they had come. Darvek glanced over, his night-vision head piece attachment picking up a newcomer wielding what would appear to be a knife. Darvek simply nodded and readied his weapon as numbers were counted down via hand signals.
Flaxis had given a suprisingly agile display, flipping backward to land a well place kick to the intruders stomach. Darvek kicked his dropped weapon out of the way and cocked his rifle toward the sprawled out heap on the floor.
'Okay,' Darvek snarled as Flaxis held the wheezing Slig above ground, 'We've been surprised to many times tonight, so I don't have much patience left. Tell us what you are, who you are, and why your friends are after us. You've got ten seconds.'
Darvek had known the answer to most of these questions, although had made concious effort not to let the others know. He was sure they'd turn him in if they knew the cause of all this destruction could be so easily resolved.
'Ten. Nine.'
'Darv,' the Slig coughed, 'It's me...'
'Eight. Seven. Six.'
'Fr..Frex'
'Fi-' Darvek stopped. He hadn't heard that name in a long time. Motioning forward, he more closely inspected the Slig. 'Frex, it is you, you old sonoffabitch!
Darvek gestured for Flaxis to release Frex. Reluctantly, Flaxis did so, dropping the scrawny being into a heap on the ground.
'You two... know each other?' Calvarr questioned, confused.
'You kidding?' Frex answered, getting back to his feet, 'This guy's practically a Cartel legend!'
EDIT: Gah, I wrote this while you were posting Veteran :P
|