OOC: Aw! I totally missed the battle. Damn time zones.
Darvek had been busy sussing out Frex's intentions with false overjoyment when it happened. Perhaps he had gone somewhat overboard, but he knew Frex to be a fairly exentric Slig. In truth, Darvek had always found the kid irritating; never sticking to his posts, always asking questions and conversing with the slaves. It was no suprise Darvek had far exceeded his rank in the Barracks.
But before decent conversation could even begin to develop, as these things so often seem to happen, a loud roar was emitted from the outside, echoing throughout the caverns. Darvek and Frex turned to face the source, a bright light being seen at the end of the tunnels.
A flare.
Darvek felt as though it would be easier to just turn the gun on himself right then and there. That flare would surely alert the Cartel to their current possition! 'This is why I work alone,' Darvek reminded himself. 'These people are becoming more trouble than they're worth'.
Frex and Darvek had reached the outside to find an enourmous mutation of a Big Bro Slig before them, Frex immediately leaping onto the creature to stab blindly at its chest. 'Poor kid,' Darvek thought, 'At least he tries.' The beast simply swatted Frex from its body, sending him flying into the river.
Darvek dived for cover and took aim at the creatures head, but before he could even open fire a strange energy force was released from Calvarr's outstretched hands before he collapsed to the ground. Shocked by this sudden outburst of power, Darvek lowered his weapon for a moment as Flaxis took a dive at a projectile time bomb. In one swift movement, he had caught the device and hurled it back at the creature, blowing its head clean off.
This was the last straw for Darvek. He was done playing games with these people. His life had been endangered one too many times.
'So, Frex old pal,' Darvek yelled, pinning Frex's drenched body to the ground, 'Thought you could play the friendship card to catch me, eh? Not this time. This time I'm leaving you behind just like I did in Sector Seven that night. How's that sound?!
'Arright, break it up!' Flaxis boomed, grabbing both Sligs and raising them above ground. 'Now tell me what's been eating you. I could tell you were faking about how happy you were to see each other!'
Flaxis released the Sligs, dropping to the ground with a soft thud. Darvek brushed his hands against his dirtied skin, creating an odd grating sound, clearly irritated.
'Well, go ahead' Darvek motioned to Frex, 'Why don't you tell these folk all about it?'
Frex looked coldly at Darvek, before turning to the Steef standing before him. He let out a long, drawn out sigh.
'He's a bounty hunter' Frex spoke, 'He was relieved of duty by the Cartel due to unorderly conduct and sentenced to a hearing with Queen Skillya herself. Apparently he escaped captivity - legend has it around the Barracks he fought his way out with his bare hands -'
Darvek shook his head.
'Anyway, the Cartel have been looking for him ever since. A bad influence they say. You'd be punished just for mentioning his name back in the day. Time went by and news came of Darvek working as a hired mercenary. Assassinations all over Mudos being linked back to Darvek. The bounty on his head grew and...'
'And that's where Vernon comes in.' Darvek continued, 'That Vykker bastard hired me to take out some Glukkon big-cheese for 'im. The whole thing was a set up, it turns out, to receive the reward for my capture. I narrowly escaped his henchmen and they've been hot on my tail since. Sure enough, I find myself in this hell hole.'
'I too was relieved from duty at the Depot,' Frex spoke once more, 'though was reassigned to work for Vykkers Labs 07 under Vernon's orders. I wasn't one of the troops involved with the setup, though following his escape we managed to find Darvek here following a tracking beacon we had placed on him earlier...' To this, Frex walked up behind Darvek and removed a small chip attached to the back of his robotic legwear.
'Sonoffa...'
'Our orders are simply to capture Darvek alive and bring him before Vernon.'
The Steef stared blankly absorbing all this information, Calvarr in particular finding it hard to do so, recovering from his large expell in energy. Darvek looked long and hard at the chip Frex had removed so calmly from his body, clenching his fists. No wonder they had found him so quickly...
'So what you're saying is,' Flaxis finally answered, 'All these troops, all this destruction... will go away if we hand over Darvek to this 'Vernon'?'
'Correct.' Frex replied.
'These are peaceful parts,' Calvarr turned to Darvek, regaining his breath 'They're simple people. It seems unfair that a Slig such as yourself, a murderous traitor to your own people, should jeopardize our entire way of living here.'
Flaxis nodded silently in agreement. Darvek had known this would happen, they were already starting to turn. Put two and two together. Amongst all the conversation, he had taken the liberty of retreaving a handheld smoke grenade from a retractable compartment within his legs. He smirked, before throwing the object to the ground, releasing a cloud of thick smog as he retreated into the caverns, away from these dazed individuals.
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Elsewhere, in Norg...
Sal was pushed into another of the Industrial's loading bays. A 'nice' word, for prison cells, he had guessed. Everywhere he looked, there was destruction and devestation. Saws noisily tearing through once proud, tall trees. Dead Paramite being hauled in by the dozen from every inch of the woods. Friends and relatives being leased to Glukkon scum.
Overlooking the landscape before him, Vernon simply grinned. Profits were up. Way up. And they hadn't even begun to really clean this place out yet. This region was thick with business opportunity, and rest assured Vern was milking it for all it was worth.
Sal fealt another rifle end find its way to the back of his head as he was forced further into the crowded cell, filled with saddened native folk. Their Slig captor motioned to lock the cell up but soon became distracted by a brillaint light shining above the trees beyond. He ran quickly to his Vykkan boss to report his findings, in hopes of praise.
'Sir!' the weedy looking Slig screamed, 'A flare sir! In the woods up ahead!'
Vernon promptly turned his gaze to the treetops on the horizon, before snatching up the Sligs standard communicator. 'All Slig personal are ordered to drop what you're doing immediately. The Slig outlaw Darvek and his native compadre's have been sighted within the woods. Coordinates as follows.'
Vernon forcefully shoved the communication device back into the Slig's hand who punched in a bunch of numbers and bearings before looking back up to his boss, seemingly expectant of something.
'Well, you heard my freakin' orders!' Vernon shrieked, 'Get in there!'
'S-sir! Yessir!'
OOC: Tried to leave things open for you here toxic. I think it'd be nice to see both sides of the story more frequently, but the lock is open and ready for an escape. This entry was crammed full of information and it would seem some plot development is taking place too. Oh and remember, Mitsur - coincidences are what fuel online RPGs :P
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