MEANWHILE...
Four figures were cloaked in darkness at a steel table adorned with slashes, cuts and a macabre throne of steel, with Cain crowning the throne. Oddly, one chair was empty...
"Ah... I... cannot see ahead..." A female figure stressed, rubbing her temples together, avoiding her cat ears, "The future is dark for us all..."
"Impossible." A masculine voice asserted as he gave her a forceful shove, ruining her concentration, "Keep at it. You are psychic, aren't you, Mindwrecker?"
That man, had deep-set, azure eyes, short, platinum blonde hair that is styled in a way reminiscent of a wheat field. His physique was lithe and limber. He seemed to have an air of charisma and aloofness about him.
And that woman was a product of the Yamataian government's military schemes, gone rogue and escaping as a mercenary and psycho-for-hire. Crimson red hair and eyes to match with a bloodstained uniform.
"Yes, Michael - but I cannot see the future ahead of us," She repeated, "There is nothing!"
"You are lying, you facetious-" He grew increasingly forceful and pulled a small knife out.
"Stop it... Stop it..." An aged-with-feminine-grace voice attempted to calm the situation down. Her 9 foot tall, octogenarian figure, and the broadsword she'd earned loomed over the arguers, "If there is nothing in our future, then that means we shall be as nothing too."
"Battleaxe, keep you and your spiritual nonsense to yourself." Michael asserted, "I cannot believe you dabble in such nonsense."
"If the spirits cannot foretell our future, then our future, and us, by extension, have ceased."
"Oh, like I care. For all we know I could be hit by a truck if I walk through the sewerage of Funky City or Kyoto-" Michael was getting impatient when he felt a knife press against his neck, from thin air. He reacted calmly to this, "Invisible Man. Stop it. I know how you ache to kill..."
"No..." The shrill, invisible voice said as he withdrew his knife, "I ache, to be, alone..."
"Ladies, Gentlemen, please, calm down for I, your master, bring news..." Cain's voice reverberated, his figure on the throne, "Look to the screen!" They looked down to the foot of the table, to the screen to see that a small craft was approaching the system, "It appears we have... guests..."
"They certainly wouldn't be holiday makers." Mindwrecker noted, folding her arms, "Probably a military unit of some sort."
"We can let the underlings deal with them when they land." Battleaxe asserted.
"And leave us to be, hah hah!" The invisible man smiled, if you could see him.
"It is more than that." Cain reprised, "For it holds our bounty. Our quarry. The only man who would dare to get in our way..."
"Pavone!" Michael remembered, he was the one who Hitori fled to, who Michael once was, "The man's as mad as a cut snake to take us on! He doesn't know who he's toying with!"
"Alone?" Mindwrecker questioned, "Or does he have dependents ... ?"
BACK ON THE DROPSHIP...
"Err..." Luca replied to Robert as he paid attention to the lecture, "No." He grinned sheepishly.
Everyone had eventually gotten the HALO jump gear on and their gear secured, and were assured dually that all they had to do was jump, and spread out.
"We're approaching atmosphere!" The Pilot's voice announced over the speakers, "Get your asses to the airlock and prepare for the jump! The doors will open automatically when we reach optimal insertion point in T-minus 5 minutes."
"Okay guys..." Luca rallied as he stood up, helmeted, pressurised and oxygenated, and getting the communication across through his headset. He, Mel, Sebastian, Arin, Vincent, Hitori, Mel and John moved to the airlock with all of their armaments secured. The captain them that:
"It's showtime. Smile for the cameras..."
"T Minus 1 minute..." The pilot announced over the speakers, again.
"Good luck." Nostrovia's voice sounded over intercom as the first set of airlock doors closed behind the crew, and the second set of doors were counting down to open...
Four figures were cloaked in darkness at a steel table adorned with slashes, cuts and a macabre throne of steel, with Cain crowning the throne. Oddly, one chair was empty...
"Ah... I... cannot see ahead..." A female figure stressed, rubbing her temples together, avoiding her cat ears, "The future is dark for us all..."
"Impossible." A masculine voice asserted as he gave her a forceful shove, ruining her concentration, "Keep at it. You are psychic, aren't you, Mindwrecker?"
That man, had deep-set, azure eyes, short, platinum blonde hair that is styled in a way reminiscent of a wheat field. His physique was lithe and limber. He seemed to have an air of charisma and aloofness about him.
And that woman was a product of the Yamataian government's military schemes, gone rogue and escaping as a mercenary and psycho-for-hire. Crimson red hair and eyes to match with a bloodstained uniform.
"Yes, Michael - but I cannot see the future ahead of us," She repeated, "There is nothing!"
"You are lying, you facetious-" He grew increasingly forceful and pulled a small knife out.
"Stop it... Stop it..." An aged-with-feminine-grace voice attempted to calm the situation down. Her 9 foot tall, octogenarian figure, and the broadsword she'd earned loomed over the arguers, "If there is nothing in our future, then that means we shall be as nothing too."
"Battleaxe, keep you and your spiritual nonsense to yourself." Michael asserted, "I cannot believe you dabble in such nonsense."
"If the spirits cannot foretell our future, then our future, and us, by extension, have ceased."
"Oh, like I care. For all we know I could be hit by a truck if I walk through the sewerage of Funky City or Kyoto-" Michael was getting impatient when he felt a knife press against his neck, from thin air. He reacted calmly to this, "Invisible Man. Stop it. I know how you ache to kill..."
"No..." The shrill, invisible voice said as he withdrew his knife, "I ache, to be, alone..."
"Ladies, Gentlemen, please, calm down for I, your master, bring news..." Cain's voice reverberated, his figure on the throne, "Look to the screen!" They looked down to the foot of the table, to the screen to see that a small craft was approaching the system, "It appears we have... guests..."
"They certainly wouldn't be holiday makers." Mindwrecker noted, folding her arms, "Probably a military unit of some sort."
"We can let the underlings deal with them when they land." Battleaxe asserted.
"And leave us to be, hah hah!" The invisible man smiled, if you could see him.
"It is more than that." Cain reprised, "For it holds our bounty. Our quarry. The only man who would dare to get in our way..."
"Pavone!" Michael remembered, he was the one who Hitori fled to, who Michael once was, "The man's as mad as a cut snake to take us on! He doesn't know who he's toying with!"
"Alone?" Mindwrecker questioned, "Or does he have dependents ... ?"
BACK ON THE DROPSHIP...
"Err..." Luca replied to Robert as he paid attention to the lecture, "No." He grinned sheepishly.
Everyone had eventually gotten the HALO jump gear on and their gear secured, and were assured dually that all they had to do was jump, and spread out.
"We're approaching atmosphere!" The Pilot's voice announced over the speakers, "Get your asses to the airlock and prepare for the jump! The doors will open automatically when we reach optimal insertion point in T-minus 5 minutes."
"Okay guys..." Luca rallied as he stood up, helmeted, pressurised and oxygenated, and getting the communication across through his headset. He, Mel, Sebastian, Arin, Vincent, Hitori, Mel and John moved to the airlock with all of their armaments secured. The captain them that:
"It's showtime. Smile for the cameras..."
"T Minus 1 minute..." The pilot announced over the speakers, again.
"Good luck." Nostrovia's voice sounded over intercom as the first set of airlock doors closed behind the crew, and the second set of doors were counting down to open...
