[Jacob]

*Setting: In a dark, old warehouse, on the outskirts of Liel sat a creature. A decrepid being. Unable to walk, yet unusually, still had an air of power surrounding it. The being was a Shadowcrawler. A sleek, navy-blue thing capable of concealing itself in the shadows and hiding in the shroud of night. Its eyes were a glowing yellow, much like that of a Glukkon. Shadowcrawlers limbs were spindly and long. Like that of a skeleton but stronger. Scales covered their bodies, bar their face. Two tails sprouted from the rear end of them, covered in a thick fur. Their hands each had four fingers and one thumb. Their feet each had four toes and one spur, jotting out of the back of their ankle. Their hands and feet hid retractable claws, able to slice through skin and scales with frightening ease. The backs of the beings were usually lined with tiny spines, running down the centre of their back. Their eyes shone impishly. However, if they were hunting they would cloud up their eyes, masking the light thats emitted from them. This would, obviously, force them to use their other senses. Such as hearing and smell. Their ears and noses were hardly visible. Their noses were a mere bump, much like a Mudokons. Whilst their ears were small holes in either side of the head, capable of enlargening or tightning up. Their mouth mainly consisted of jagged fangs, each setting nicely next to each other when the mouth was closed. These beings also bore three tongues, the ends tipped with nasty barbs that produced a sort of acid. Burning the skin of their prey once injected. They were the deadliest predators of Mudos...*

Shadowcrawler: "I want that cretin found. Orkhid technology is far more superior these days and the present day Orkhids dont have a clue about technology from the past...We need him. Him alone."

The Shadowcrawler was sat behind a desk, a small wooden desk. The room was dark and humid, water dripped from the pipes up above. Making splishing noises in some area's of the warehouse. He was speaking to three other Shadowcrawlers, each stood infront of him, each suited in black latex and equipped with a number of different weapons and gadgets. Their heads held high, their hands behind their straightened backs.

Shadowcrawler #1: "But sir, how do you expect us to break into an Orkhid Asylum and then break out again...WITH the patient. They have those things guarded every second and if any being so much as attempts to get into an unauthorised section then all the patients in that sector are executed on the spot..."

The creature lowered its head to see its superiors face, speaking with the utmost respect for him.

Shadowcrawler superior: "Quite. But we have something on our side...heh..."

He smirked to himself, placing his hands on the desk. His claws slowly becoming viewable and then retracting once more.

Shadowcrawler superior: "D-11."

A chuckle came from the back of the warehouse. The guards turned around, snarling.

Voice: "And yoo expekt thehm to fhall fhor vhat petty trik...?"

The accent of the speaker was Russian. Slowly yellow eyes appeared from the darkness and then the sleek figure of, yet another, Shadowcrawler came into view via the Moonlight.

Voice: "D-11 hes vhorked vhith many racess. Many koontries have been graced vhiv a D-11 operatiiv. I dhoubt vhey are going too fhall fhor yoor pathetik pahlan..."

Shadowcrawler superior: "Alandos, do not be foolish enough to believe that your quick thinking and interrogation techniques are valuable to me. You served your purpose with Hoolio...i dont need you anymore...but still, feel free to linger and irritate me all you want, it will make it all the more sweeter when i through you out at dawn."

The Russian smiled, bearing his razor teeth. Gently he brushed past the three guards and stepped upto the desk, half sitting on it, half not. His tails waved around curiously.

Alandos: "Now, now, unkle. Vhone vhould vhynk yoo dislyk'd yoor fameely vhiv such an attitood..."

His right hand rubbed the wheelchair bound creatures face. The superior grasped it and pulled it off, staring into his nephews eyes intently.

Shadowcrawler Superior: "The hate i hold for them is a mere spark compared to the burning fury i hold for you..."

Alandos jumped off of the desk and padded upto one of the guards. Gently he ran a hand down the first guards body, the guard remained in his position. Head held high, back straight, hands behind his back.

Alandos: "My, my, my...How intressting."

Within a blink of an eye Alandos had snatched away an oval shaped flash-bang. The guard uttered a protest as Alandos jabbed him in the groin with his knee. Turning away sharply as the winded Crawler dropped to the floor, weezing.

Shadowcrawler superior: "What are you doing, dont you dare activate that...you fool!!"

The rebellious Crawler toyed with it, passing it from hand to hand and smirking. His uncle was less than amused and rolled his chair wheels backwards, quickly backing away from the desk, revealing his quilt covered legs.

Alandos: "Unkle, vhat iz theh lyte intensity fhor such a vheapon?"

He smiled, holding it up in the Moonlight and turning it around suspectly.

Shadowcrawler superior: "What is wrong with you, are you insane!? Suicidal!? Or just plain stupid...!?"

Rolling upto his nephew he screamed these words. Half angrily and half fearfully. Alandos stopped toying, his left brow raised. As his uncle wheeled upto him he shot out his left leg, his foot pressing on the foot platforms of the chair, stopping his uncle from coming towards him anymore.

Alandos: "Yoo silly old fhool. Doo yoo really vhynk i vhould? Yoo reely vhynk i vhould vhant to end up like yoo. A criipple!!?"

He lashed out, snatching the tartan blanket and tugging it off. A foul burning stench arose from the legs of his uncle. The superiors legs were burned, black and crusty they still sizzled. Cracks were forming around the knee's, red cracks.

Alandos: "Unlyke yoo, i avoyd bryte lytes..."

He pushed the crippled being back with his left leg. The other two guards knew better than to get into a family dispute and looked straight ahead, not wanting to turn their heads to see what lied beneathe the cover. Alandos' uncle had been humiliated and had hated every minute of it. Bending over he scooped up the quilt and placed it back over his burned appendages, wheeling away from his nephew whom had now dropped the flashbang and was now heading towards the back of the warehouse.

Alandos: "Catch yoo laterr, unk."

(OOC: Apologies for longness...comments?)