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    The Tale Of The Red Warrior, legend in the making

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    The Tale Of The Red Warrior, legend in the making

    Post  Skarekrow19 on September 25th 2013, 2:46 am

    Scribbles mark around the books old pages as if to test the writing tools

    Journal of Kirk: Adventurer of this wasteland

    Entry 1:

    I have decided to start a log/journal/whatever you wish to call this to keep my mind off other, darker things. Something has happened to Huntsville, possibly even more than just this city. Everything is destroyed that we pass, as if a bomb went off….if only it were that simple. It seems as if some sort of…fallout has occurred or something due to the mutations my companions and I have gone through…I can barely recognize some of them. For some reason I stayed mostly the same and was granted enhanced abilities, I’ve never felt more alive. As usual for our weekend activities, we were at Haven Comics…that is when we all blacked out and whatever it is happened. When we awoke we discovered our mutations and such. For some reason I took charge, along with Michael, and lead the group down to Michael’s house for he wanted to check in on Stef. As we prepared for travel we gathered what weapons we could along with supplies, who knows what could be out there. We encountered some…birds, radioactive birds. They were easy to defeat for the most part. Later we managed to make it to Michael’s house and find Stef, I believe she was in some sort of comatose state…in a tube filled with water of course….at this point I’m just not surprised anymore….oh! also Michael and Stef’s cats were mutated into cat/human things…and could talk, man what a day.

    After discussing with the cats, I can’t really remember much (my memory seems to be going fuzzy), they told us we need to head up to New York. We decided to go up there, but Michael decided to stay with Stef, lucky bastard. We traveled for a good while up north, did my best at keeping the group together (regardless of what I think of some, emotions are best out of my mind right now least I let them be known). As we neared the Tennessee River we discovered a…jello lake, of course! Before the lake stood a fortress, a LEGO fortress. In the fortress were confederate soldiers, and they demanded who we were and such. For some reason, I was able to b.s. our way inside the fortress and convince the soldiers we were working for General Lee, thank God for history class. After dropping off our weapons into the fortress, we were ferried across the lake to meet with their general, General Booregard. We waited at the encampment for no less than a couple of minutes before we were ushered into a tent of officers surveying a battle map. After introducing ourselves to the officers, General Booregard revealed himself….he was a chicken, goddamnit. We talked to the general for a while….our b.s. plan seemed to work, for a while that is. But somehow, we were caught and thrown into a prison shack. Luckily we managed to escape the prison and ran for the docks to find a boat to get off this cursed island. Now it’s time to go back to the fortress and get our stuff back.

    As Kirk finishes writing the entry, he looks around to make sure no one else is watching him write it down. Confident no know saw him, he closes the book shut and stuffs it into his jacket pocket. Kirk looks out onto the jello lake, the moonlight reflects off of it in a spectacular way. After staring at the jello moon, Kirk looks around at his companions….some more than others, and begins to wonder how this will all go. He then sighs and tries to rest his thoughts away.

    Entry 2:

    Kirk awakes from his long earned nap aboard the New York bound train. Still recovering from his new Earth powers, he sleepily pulls out his log and lazily writes into it.

    Much has happened since that night of the confederate camp escape. We found ourselves aboard this train after some travel, it appears to be destined for New York. On the train, we found what appeared to be a treasure trove of power and tech. The trove had a ‘guardian’ and the guardian asked the group which of us was the leader. I of course stepped forward but I noticed that Jarin, Thomas, and…him had stepped forward as well. The guardian demanded that one of us be named the leader so it held a battle royal between the four of us. Jarin and Thomas seemed to have an agreement to work together, I did my best to fuck that up (what a fool I was). While I battled Thomas, Jarin attacked the other (who was just sitting there waiting for someone to get close to him). I knocked out Thomas and Jarin got knocked out as well….it was just me and him then. Unfortunately, fate seemed to gift him with immunity to physical damage…so he won. After my defeat, the guardian let us choose between a plethora of powers. After everyone choose theirs we moved on from the train…no one seemed to care about the new leader and stuff, or how the losers felt….but it’s understandable, could have split the group and we didn’t need that then.

    After traversing the train for some time, we ran into confederate soldiers…and that damn chicken again! The chicken seemed to be driving a car…it was The General Lee!!! (it had guns on it, of course it did). We managed to defeat all the soldiers and dodge The Lee’s fire here and there. After the fight I stayed behind because I healed everyone with my power….so….exhausted still. Hope they won’t leave me here though, rather not die on a stinking train.

    As Kirk finished writing in his log, the train started shaking. Kirk closed the book, stood up and looked around.

    Sigh “What’s happening now? Earthquake? Raiders? End of the World again?” Over the rattling of the train, Kirk heard foot-falls heading towards him…and they were coming fast. Kirk drew his sword and readied himself. The train car door slid open and an injured Boo-regard(the chicken) ran through the train. Without hesitation, Kirk sliced his sword through the chicken with ease, Boo-regard hit the ground hard. After cleaning his blade, Kirk examined Boo-regard. He was barely alive. Kirk kicked him hard in the side. “Goddamn chicken.” Suddenly the train jerked violently, almost throwing Kirk off the train if he hadn’t of braced himself against a rail. “Warrior, you must jump,” a voice suddenly said behind Kirk. Kirk whirled around to discover the guardian hovering a few feet behind him. Kirk looked at the guardian confusingly, “Jump, why would I do that? I have to wait for my friends.” The guardian shook her head, “There is no time warrior, you’re companions will be safe I assure you…just jump off this accursed train before it’s to late.” The guardian’s eyes seemed to almost water as she stated her sentence. Kirk, believing the guardian, gathered up his gear and prepared to jump. Kirk slid open the side door to the train, the ground was racing by at an alarming rate. Kirk looked back to the guardian who nodded to him, “Go warrior, your journey does not end on this train or on the ground below. Trust me. You will accomplish much.” Kirk nodded to the guardian and ran to the door, and the outside world. As he ran to the door, Kirk scooped up Boo-regard and jumped with the chicken out first. Kirk braced for impact with the ground. It came hard and fast. Kirk and Boo-regard landed hard, Boo-regards bones cracked all over as rocks and hard dirt smacked against it. Kirk tumbled with the lifeless chicken for a few seconds until he rolled to a stop. Kirk managed to catch one last glimpse of the train before it….faded away. With a sigh, Kirk stood up, dusted off his clothes, grabbed Boo-regard, and started walking towards New York….hopefully his friends will be waiting for him.


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    The Trek Home

    Post  Skarekrow19 on September 25th 2013, 2:59 am

    Kirk’s journey home……

    After catching up with his friends outside of New York City, and roasting that damn chicken and eating it with his companions, Kirk says his farewells to the group. Kirk first walks up to Thomas, “Tom, take care of them while I’m gone man…they need a leader now more than ever.” Walks over to Jarin, “Jarin…take care.” Kirk puts his hand on Jarin’s shoulder and spoke into his mind, “Please take care of her man.” Without waiting for a response, Kirk walks over to Sara. “Sara…I…I’ll miss you. Please take care.” After his words were said, Kirk gathers his things and heads off west down the road…towards his new home, and his hopefully still alive family.

    Part 1: The First Steps

    Kirk traveled for awhile down the road until he spotted a parking lot with a lone car in it. Surprisingly, the car started and managed to drive down the road…finally something was going Kirk’s way on this journey. The car took him far, took him from the outskirts of NYC all the way to half way into Indiana. Kirk was impressed, but he couldn’t siphon fuel anymore since he ran out of filled vehicles. So, Kirk continued his journey on foot. After hours of travel, Kirk came across a town. The entrance sign said ‘Galveston,IN’. The population number was scratched out and replaced with a single tally. Kirk thought nothing of the sign and kept walking towards the town. As he approached the town, Kirk spotted a water tower at the middle of the town. The sun hit the tower and a shine came from it…the shine of a gun! When he realized that, Kirk heard a single shot from a firearm…the bullet whizzed right by him. Without anymore hesitation, Kirk bolted for the nearest cover, which was in the town. So he ran towards the gun fire, so much for an easy journey. Kirk managed to dodge bullets here and there, but one was coming straight for him. But, as soon as it got within an inch of him it bounced off…thank higher powers for force field mutations! After his lucky break, Kirk continued to ran into the town dodging bullets left and right. Eventually he made it to the base of the water tower. “This ends now!” With that Kirk jumped onto the ladder of the water tower and quickly climbed up the tower. After a few seconds of climbing, Kirk reached the top of the tower. He quickly drew his sword and pointed it towards a figure on the top of the tower. A man wearing a red shirt, black vest, khaki pants, and a cowboy hat stood in front of him with his arms raised. “Easy there mate, I meant no harm.” Kirk stared at him, “You…shot…at me!” The man slowly scratched his head, “Sorry bout that, that you was one of the pigs.” “Pigs?” With that a sound of a car came to both Kirk’s and the man’s ears. The man looked down the road to see a Humvee roaring down the road towards the town, the man hooked his thumb in the direction of the vehicle, “Yeah, one of them grade A friendlies.”

    The Humvee stopped right in front of the town and the driver and passenger stepped out, they were pig-people. Kirk had only heard stories, now he wished they had just stayed stories…they were, to put it kindly, not kind on the eyes. The driver pig looked up at the tower and spat words at the man, “Flynn! The Boss wants this piss-hole of a town now! His patience is running out!” The man, Flynn, clinched his fists and ran to the railing of the tower and yelled down to the pig, “Listen here you Porkers, you will never take this town as long as I have air in my lungs and a bullet in my rifle!” The Porkers seemed displeased with Flynn’s comment, that would explain why they drew their pistols and open fired at the tower. Flynn took cover on the other side of the tower along with Kirk. Kirk smiled, “Nice friends you have here.” Flynn smirked and loaded his rifle, “Yeah, great pals, now help me kill them please.” Before Kirk could even say anything else, Flynn quickly handed him a second rifle along with plenty of ammo for it. As soon as the Porkers fire ceased, Flynn popped himself out of cover and fired at one of the pigs. The Porker’s head exploded in a bloody mess. After Flynn fired, Kirk popped out and fired at the other pig. The Porker’s leg snapped in half from the bullet and the thing went down in pain and blood. Kirk tried to fire again but he didn’t realize it was a bolt action rifle, but before he could pull back the bolt the Porker had already pulled out a flare gun and fired it into the air. “Shit,” Flynn swore as he buried a bullet into the Porker’s chest. Kirk held the rifle against his hip, “Well, that wasn’t so bad now.” Flynn’s face looked grim, “Well that’s good ’cause there are more Porkers coming, practically an army.” Kirk looked shocked, “Well…I guess we better start building fortifications then before they come.”

    It didn’t take long for Flynn and Kirk to see the smog from the Porker army’s vehicles in the sky, but it would be hours before they arrived. Both Flynn and Kirk pushed broken cars and rubble into the entrance of the town to form a blockade along with a turret they acquired from the Humvee from the Porkers. Kirk managed to siphon fuel from several of the cars in town and hoped to survive to use it for his car. Along with the stock-pile of rifles and ammo, Flynn also revealed a catapult he had discovered from the towns museum. After hours of setting up, Flynn and Kirk were finally ready for the assault…it was good too since the Porkers were right outside the town. There must of been at least twenty vehicles all armed to the teeth with turrets and Porkers. Flynn took nest up in the water tower while Kirk nested himself on the barricade in the entrance of the town. Kirk looked up to Flynn to see when the firing should start but when he did, Flynn fired his rifle. His bullet hit one of the Porker vehicles’ tires and flipped the thing over and over until it came to a stop. With that Kirk began picking off targets as well. Each bullet hit home, but there were just too many targets. The vehicles were getting closer towards the town, and that’s when Kirk yelled up to Flynn, “NOW!” With that, Flynn yanked on a cord of rope near his foot. With the yank of the rope, the catapult launched its ammo, four gas cans with homemade grenades duck-taped around them. Both Flynn and Kirk tracked the explosive with their scopes. The explosive landed just a few feet in front of the charging vehicles, Flynn fired at the explosive. Flynn missed! Without hesitation, Kirk fired and hit dead on target. The explosive went off, the vehicles all around the thing instantly flew from it with deadly force as they exploded and killed all inside them. Before Kirk could take a breath though, a lone armored Humvee roared through the fires of the explosion, it was charging right into the barricade! Kirk quickly threw himself away from barricade as the Humvee rammed through it. The Humvee stalled as it came out through the other side of the blockade, due to that its driver opened the door and came out. The Porker that came out must of been at least seven feet tall and he was all muscle. The giant Porker pulled out a mace of equal proportion to him from the Humvee. “You done wrecked my car there human, now you’ll pay.” With each foot fall, the ground seemed to shake beneath his weight. Kirk looked up at the massive Porker, “And who the hell are you, Porky Pig?” The Porker snorted at Kirk, “No, I be Boss Hog you skid-mark of a human.” Kirk laughed at the Porkers statement, that did not seem to make the Porker any less hostile though for his mace was coming down on Kirk as he laughed. Luckily Kirk rolled out of the way just in time. Boss Hog swung his mace wildly at Kirk over and over again, each swing Kirk easily dodged with his superior reflexes. Kirk swung with his sword at the Porker but his armor was too thick for his sword to be effective, so he just kept dodging Boss Hog’s swings. Kirk looked back, smiled, and kept dodging the mace swings as Boss Hog swing wilder and rushed forward, “Ugh! Stop moving and get dead!” With that Kirk jumped back and spread his arms open, “Then come and get me you over-grown pork-chop.” Boss Hog charged at Kirk, but before he could reach him he tripped and fell into something…the catapult! With a wave of his hand, Kirk pulled the rope and the catapult fired Boss Hog out of the town and onto the pavement outside.

    After ridding themselves of the bodies and salvaging the weapons, Flynn and Kirk had a moments rest. Unfortunately Kirk had to continue his journey home. So, he wished Flynn luck in defending the town as he headed west toward his home in central Illinois. About two days of uneventful travel, Kirk was finally near his new home in Morton. As he walked down the streets he started to recognizing buildings here and there until he was finally on his home’s street. Kirk ran the short distance, eager to be home at last. The building was destroyed, like everything else….but there was a note on the door, and it was for Kirk.

    Kirk,
    Me and my associates have your family hostage. If you want to see them meet us at Sears Tower in Chicago. We will be waiting….
    -An old friend

    Kirk took the note and ripped it up, “Damn it! Looks like I’m not home just yet, not til they are safe and these lowlifes are dead.” With that Kirk loaded his gear back up and headed north for Chicago.


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    Part 2: The Fallen City and her inhabitants

    After two days of travel, Kirk had arrived at Chicago. Even at the entrance to the city Kirk could clearly see Sears Tower, where his family was being kept. Kirk shifted his gear around, along with his rifle that Flynn gave to him, “Alright, lets finish this.” As he walked through the city, Kirk didn’t hear much except the wind. It was quiet, too quiet. Kirk almost expected zombies or aliens to show up, but nothing showed up. When Kirk neared the tower he started to hear something…people? Lucky for him, Kirk’s explorers instinct told him to sneak around just in case whoever it was was not friendly. His instinct was right, as Kirk peered around an abandoned building he saw them, Porkers. Must have been dozens of them. As Kirk was scanning the area a voice boomed across the land. “Attention peons! This is your superior speaking! Our guest should be arriving soon, so keep an eye out for him!” As the voice continued to give orders Kirk pondered to himself, “That voice….it sounds so familiar.” But Kirk had no time to stay and think, he had his family to rescue after all. After sneaking around a few more Porkers, Kirk managed to get to the tower’s base…or at least he could see it. The entrance was barricaded and manned with about twenty Porkers all armed very well. Kirk sighed, “Well..looks like I’ll be in for one hell of a fight.” As he grumbled to himself of the battle to come, Kirk climbed a ruined building and took cover behind some rubble. As he scanned the land a second time he noticed that all the structures around the tower formed some sort of makeshift rampart, they were all connected in some form or fashion. Kirk thought that was unusually organized for the Porkers but before he could think more on the matter, the voice boomed out again. For some reason, Kirk’s anger got the better of him and he managed to spot several loud speakers on the tower’s base and shot them all within seconds of each other. Unfortunately his shots drew the attention of the Porkers on the street below him.

    Kirk smacked himself in the head over and over again, “Way to go genius.” He continued to berate himself as the rubble around him was pelted with gunfire from the Porkers below. “Okay, okay stay calm man, you can get yourself out of this.” As the Porkers continued to fire, more of the pigs pulled up in clunky motorcycles to join in on the firefight. At first Kirk was devastated to see more of the pigs but then he realized that their vehicles were a perfect target and distraction. Without a second thought, Kirk popped out of his cover and fired his rifle at a motorcycle. The bullet hit home and the vehicle and everything around it went up in flames, it also caused a chain reaction due to the other vehicles around it. With the explosion, Kirk took that precious time to bolt for the next building up top. He ran for all he was worth, which was a lot to him. He slid behind a sand bag, hopefully the Porkers never saw him move. Sure enough after those brief seconds, the Porkers unloaded on Kirk’s old cover. Kirk sighed relief as he caught his breath. Have to take them out soon, Kirk thought to himself. Kirk readied his rifle, popped out of cover, and fired several shots. All were kill-shots. As quickly he popped up, Kirk slid back into cover quickly followed by gunfire from the living Porkers. Before Kirk could make his next decision he heard a truck engine roar to life. Kirk managed to sneak a peek outside his cover to see a pickup truck swerve around a corner. The front of the truck was heavily armor plated along with a cow-catcher on the front. In the bed of the truck was a mounted turret with a Porker manning it, and it was pointing right at Kirk! Seconds later the turret open fired at Kirk’s cover, tearing it to sheds.

    Luckily, Kirk dove to another sandbag pile as the fire continued. What Kirk didn’t notice when the truck was driving was that it was heading straight for the building he was in, and it was not stopping! The building shook for some reason that Kirk did not know, but he did notice the truck plowing through the other side. “Oh shit!” As Kirk realized what had just happened he started running for the next building. Kirk’s current building started to collapse underneath him, but he jumped for it and made it to the other building. Kirk spotted the truck swerving around for another ram into his new building. As the truck charged, Kirk focused his mind on the turret gunner. With a thought Kirk was now in control of the Porker. “Hey, why ain’t you firin, he’s right up there,” the driver of the truck screamed up at the turret gunner as he hit the gas, “Sorry…firing now,” the gunner said as the turret was aimed at the driver. Kirk closed his eyes as the firing continued and ripped through the driver and truck. Lucky for Kirk in the drivers last moments his body flung itself onto the steering wheel and crashed into the building next to Kirk’s, the building collapsed on top of the truck destroying it and the turret gunner. Kirk shook his head slightly," Whoa, been awhile since I’ve done that." After the rubble was clear, Kirk noticed that the tower’s front doors were opening and Porkers were pouring out of them. Kirk sighed yet again, “Great…just great.” After assessing the situation, Kirk noticed a box next to him. After opening it he discovered it was a box of grenades! Kirk smiled, “This will do.” Kirk took two grenades in his hands and stepped out of his cover. “You know what I’m in the mood for,” Kirk yelled at the Porkers as he pulled out the pins with his teeth, " BACON!" With that Kirk threw both grenades at the mass of Porkers and dove back into cover as they fired at him. Seconds later the grenades went off and took several Porkers with them. Kirk kept throwing grenade after grenade until he was down to his last one. He picked up the last one and placed it in his jacket pocket as he readied himself for more Porkers.

    What appeared to be the last wave of Porkers came out of the tower, among them a taller, more muscular, and armored Porker. The armored Porker held a LMG in its arms and what looked like a massive cleaver on its back. The Porkers started opening fire on Kirk’s building as it was only two left of the tower’s ramparts. As Kirk was pulling out his last grenade he heard footsteps behind him, as he turned he discovered a Porker pointing a shotgun at him. Kirk sighed as the Porker pointed the gun at him, just as quickly though Kirk unsheathed his sword and shoved it through the Porkers throat. Unfortunately killing the Porker caused Kirk to be out of cover thus the other Porkers fired upon his position. Without much hesitation, Kirk grabbed the Porker he stabbed and began to flip him up and over him, taking Kirk along for the ride…the Porker would provide a nice bullet sponge for a short time. As Kirk flipped through the air with the Porker he noticed the Porker had two grenades attached to his belt. Kirk took one and pulled the pin on the other and shoved the Porker out of the building as Kirk landed on the floor back behind his sandbag cover. The Porkers kept firing as their fallen comrade landed beside them. Then the grenade went off. Kirk looked over the sandbags to discover that most of the Porkers were dead, except for the big one….of course. The armored Porker’s gun was destroyed but its cleaver was perfectly intact, that was probably why it pulled it out as it approached Kirk’s building. As Kirk stood up and readied himself, the armored Porker jumped up onto the building and landed right in front of Kirk. Kirk knew that his rifle was no good since the thing was armored so he dodged the things cleaver as it swung at him and then Kirk ran. Kirk pulled out his extra grenade and tossed it behind him as he continued to run towards the last building. As the grenade bounced towards the armored Porker, the thing swung the flat of its blade and swatted the grenade back at Kirk! The grenade flew over Kirk’s right shoulder and bounced off a wall and started bouncing towards him. “Oh triple shit!” Kirk was running towards the grenade, he did all he could to avoid certain death. His legs gave out as he slid beneath the grenade then his right leg came up and kicked the grenade back towards the armored Porker. Before the Porker could bat it back, the grenade detonated on impact on the things cleaver. “Wow, did not think that would work…so glad it did though,” Kirk exclaimed as he jumped up off the floor. But before he could start walking the armored Porker roared and rushed out of the smoke of the explosion to reveal that most of its armor was destroyed except for its riot helmet and cleaver. Kirk’s shoulders sagged as he saw the thing, “Oh come on, give me a fuckin break once in a while.” The Porker charged at Kirk with foam in its mouth. Kirk ran from the thing as fast as he could, jumping over sandbags here and there. As he ran Kirk noticed something, he was running out of building for the next building was the one that the truck had rammed into and destroyed thanks to Kirk’s mental powers.

    As he realized this, Kirk pulled out his bow and arrow and managed to grab some rope. “Come on, come on….faster, faster,” Kirk yelled at himself as he tried to tie the rope around the arrow as fast as he could with the Porker chasing him. Seconds later, Kirk finished his rope-arrow thingy and fired it into the building that lay on the other side of the destroyed one. The arrow hit home on some wooden planks, hopefully they will hold. Without hesitation, Kirk shouldered his bow, grabbed the rope, and swung over the gap. As Kirk swung, the Porker lunged after him but missed and fell into the rubble below. Kirk hit a couple feet below the landing hard and then climbed up onto the last building, brushed himself off, and retrieved his arrow. He looked down at the rubble, “I really hope you are dead.” As if in response, the Porker roared, jumped out of the rubble and landed right in front of Kirk. Kirk sighed, “Of course you’re not dead, that would have been way to convenient.” The Porker roared again and Kirk ran for he could not fight the thing, it was way to powerful. Kirk jumped over a sandbag but then decided that he should not run anymore, “This is crazy, but I have to give it a shot,” he said as he drew his sword, turned around, and charged the Porker. Both the Porker and Kirk roared as they charged each other. As Kirk neared the Porker he threw his sword up at the things head…it missed and sunk into the ceiling above it. Kirk smiled as the thing swung its cleaver at him. Kirk jumped up, dodged the cleaver, and grabbed his sword. As Kirk grabbed his sword, he kicked at the Porker. The kick managed to pop the riot visor of the helmet up enough that Kirk pulled out his last grenade, pulled the pin out, and shoved the thing into the Porkers exposed mouth. As Kirk landed, sword in hand, he bolted for the edge of the building. He jumped off the building. Kirk then used his sword to slow the fall by stabbing it into the building. The sword trick worked enough to make the fall hurt less. As Kirk hit the ground, the building, and the Porker, exploded. Porker bits rained down from the building, luckily none hit Kirk. With a ragged breath Kirk walked towards the tower’s open doors. “Now…to find the dead man who has my family.”


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    Part 3: The Showdown

    Thanks to Kirk’s massacre of the Porker army, Sears Tower was as empty as a hermit’s social life. For some reason the tower still had power, for example the elevators still worked. Kirk let a sigh out, “Finally, some easy travel.” Without much thought, Kirk stepped into the elevator. Before he could push any of the buttons, the top floor button lit up and the elevator started moving. As the elevator started moving the voice crackled on through a speaker in the room, “Finally, you have arrived…frankly, I was starting to worry that you had abandoned your family.” Kirk clinched his fists at the voice, “Then obviously you don’t know me very well, for I am here for them…and I intend to get them back.” The voice grew silent for a few floors then spoke up, “You know I control the elevator you’re in? I could just have it fall all the way back down or just trap you in there to suffocate or starve.” Kirk had not considered that, he did his best to hide his discomfort at the voices statement. “You are lucky though,” the voice spoke, “that I want you to reach the floor I am on.” After that the voice continued to taunt Kirk floor after floor. Kirk glanced to see how close he was, he was only half-way up the tower! After a couple more floors Kirk sighed and destroyed the speaker, “You talk to much, luckily I’ll shut you up when I get to you.” The elevator ride seemed to take forever for Kirk, but eventually he reached the top floor. The doors parted, Kirk stepped out of the elevator, and examined the room. On the far side of the room was a lone figure sitting in a chair, the figure was facing out the giant glass wall of the tower instead of Kirk. The figure stood up at Kirk’s arrival, “It’s about time….old friend.” The voice – it sounded so familiar to Kirk, but he just couldn’t place it with a face. The figure turned to Kirk, the figure’s face was then washed in the sunlight. Kirk took a step back, “You!”

    The figure stood at about Kirk’s height, his build a little more athletic, his hair raven black, his eyes piercingly blue, and his smirk…pissed Kirk off. The words felt like a ton on Kirk’s tongue, “Sean…” As Kirk spoke, Sean gestured his hands out as he smirked, “Ah, so you do remember my name then pal, good that you’ve kept you’re memory then.” Kirk looked Sean dead in the eye, “Why did you take my family?” Sean shrugged and smiled, “Honestly, it was the only way to bring you to me since I had no idea where you were,” before Kirk could speak Sean held up his hand, “because I wanted you to come here so we can finally settle everything….to see who can win.” Kirk looked at his old friend confused, “All this just for a duel? And besides how do you know I’m even skilled like that?” Sean laughed, “Well you are obviously skilled since you slaughtered my guards out front….and I’ve heard tales from the south of you and your companions.” Kirk’s eyebrow arched, “From who?” Sean eyes opened slightly, “Oh! I had almost forgotten about him,” with that Sean snapped his fingers. A door on Sean’s side of the room opened and a young man dressed in a confederate soldier’s uniform stepped out. Sean pointed to the man, “This is Elijah, here was there at the fort you and your companions were at in the south…tis a shame he was the only survivor.” Kirk looked at Elijah, the man had vengeance in his eyes as he glared at Kirk. Elijah looked to Sean and spoke in a slight southern accent, “I want to end him now sir.” Sean waved one of his hands, “Very well, see what you can do.” With that Elijah quickly drew two pistols at his side and opened fired at Kirk.

    Kirk’s reflexes didn’t fail him as he ran across the room dodging the bullets from Elijah’s fire-arms. “I can’t fight him at range, I need to close the gap fast or I’ll get picked off,” Kirk thought to himself as he drew his sword. Without hesitation, Kirk turned towards Elijah and ran straight towards him. To much of Kirk’s surprise, Elijah ran towards Kirk while he kept firing his pistols. Luckily for Kirk, his force field mutation was still in effect for several bullets bounced off him and some were deflected by his sword. As they neared each other, Elijah ran out of ammo but before he could reload Kirk had his sword to his throat. “I do not want to kill you Elijah, do not force my hand,” Kirk spoke as he looked Elijah in the eyes. Elijah’s eyes glared, “I’d rather die than surrender to you. I’ll avenge my brothers’ deaths,” with that Elijah dropped his guns and reached for a dagger at his side…but Kirk’s sword was already through his throat before he was half-way. “I’m sorry it came to that Elijah,” Kirk said to the dying soldier. Elijah couldn’t speak due to the blade in his throat but Kirk could tell the sadness in his eyes. “You will see your brothers soon Elijah, may you finally find peace,” Kirk spoke into Elijah’s mind. Elijah looked at Kirk in his final moments and smiled…then passed. “Impressive,” Sean spoke from the far side of the room, “I knew he had no chance against you but still…I had no idea it would be that fast.” Kirk cleaned his blade and stood, “Do not worry, you are next.” Sean looked at Kirk and smiled, “Very well then, it ends today.” Sean reached behind his chair and pulled out a sword, attached the sheathe to the small of his back, drew the katana from the sheathe and readied himself. “Whenever you are ready.”

    Kirk charged Sean, blade ready. Sean met Kirk’s sword with his own and smiled, “You’re not the only one who is special here pal,” with that Sean’s sword was wreathed in electricity. Kirk jumped back as the electricity attempted to jump to his sword. Sean sword smacks against the ground, sparks fly in every direction, “Now lets see how you do against one of the elements!” Sean charges, his sword scraping against the ground as he runs towards Kirk. Blades meet, lightning flashes, men fight, and endurance tested. Despite the electricity, Kirk met Sean’s blade cut for cut. After what seemed like hours, both swordsmen grew tired. Sean laughed weakly, “You think you can defeat me? You must be a fool, I will be the one who is victorious!” Kirk looked at Sean, “Then come and prove it.” Sean’s blade met Kirk’s yet again. “You know I’m going to kill them right,” Sean spoke as their blades struggled against the others, “oh, and I’ll make it quite painfully slow as well.” A madman’s smile appeared on Sean’s face as he spoke, but Kirk had heard enough. Kirk took his left hand and punched Sean square in the jaw, knocking him off-balance. Kirk took this moment to disarm him, taking his sword from him forcefully while kicking him to the ground. Sean scrambled up against the glass wall but that stopped as Kirk plunged Sean’s sword into his right shoulder, pinning him against the thick glass. Sean struggled but couldn’t free himself, “You can’t stop me! I will kill you and your family you pathetic worm!” Kirk looked down at his old friend, “That’s it, I’ve heard enough of your endless prattle.” With that Kirk sheathed his blade and placed both his hands against Sean’s temples. Seconds later Kirk began forcing his psyche into Sean’s, downloading his entire being into him…but giving Sean no buffering time. Sean began to scream in pain, “NO! PLEASE STOP! AHHHHH!” Kirk did not stop, even though his nose began to bleed. Kirk did not stop until Sean stopped moving, just a gibbering mess. Kirk looked into Sean’s bleeding eyes, he saw nothing. Kirk then stood up and looked around the room, “They have to be in here somewhere.”

    The only door in the room was the one Elijah came from, it had to be the place Kirk’s family was being held. Without delay, Kirk flung open the door to discover…it was just an empty room . “No! No! Where are they?!” Afterwards, Kirk heard laughter from the previous room…it was Sean. “You really are a fool, did you honestly think I’d keep them here?!” Sean’s eyes were still bleeding but Kirk could still see the gleefulness in them at his pain. Kirk glared at Sean, “Well then, where are they?” Sean laughed, “Like I’d tell you even if I knew, you worm.” Kirk sighed, “Then I guess there is no point keeping you alive then,” with that Kirk walked up to Sean, drew back his right foot to his chest then extended it into Sean’s chest. The resulting kick made Sean break through the thick glass wall and plummet to the ground far below. After descending the tower via stairs, since Sean was apparently the power source, Kirk appeared at the tower’s base awhile later. After walking down the street, Kirk came across a car with Sean’s body embedded on top of it after his fall. “Was nice to see you again pal, we should do this some other time.” An hour or so later, Kirk was at the outskirts of Chicago. Not knowing where his family was being held captive, Kirk did the only thing he could…he followed the wind and hoped to run into someone who knew about his family. “My quest continues, to get my family back and go home once and for all…lets hope it’s a short one.”

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    The Red Warrior

    Post  Skarekrow19 on September 25th 2013, 3:02 am

    The continuing story of Kirk who has continued his life in Gamma Terra. Seems as though he has made a legend of himself, maybe even greater than that.

    The Ashen Oak, named for its forest of Ash Oaks surrounding it, was fairly calm for the bustling town of Greyfields. Iroth, the owner of the Ashen Oak, is a slime ball some might say, some say that cause Iroth is sometimes not such a great character and others say it because Iroth is a literal slime ball. He lay atop a large towel on top of the bar to help clean it. The patrons were going about their usual lives at the Inn, chatting about the latest gossip, chewing the fat about some great expedition to the East, and the occasional drunk who needed to be thrown out by Khrist, the Ashen Oak’s security giant. Later in the day a new face walked into the Ashen Oak, appeared to be male but it was covered from head to toe in cloth to help protect from the ash winds. Some patrons stopped and gawked at the stranger while some continued their conversations while the stranger walked up to the bar and sat down. Iroth quickly slid over towards the stranger, “Greetings traveler,” his gelatinous form wiggled the words free, “welcome to the Ashen Oak, what’ll it be today?” The figure met Iroth’s ‘eyes’ while placing some paper currency on the table. “Water if it pleases you,” the figure spoke softly. Iroth lifted the paper up to inspect it, “Hmmm, never seen this kind of dough before…but money is money. Water coming up for you my good ser.” After a short moment Iroth placed a glass of water in front of the figure, but in a second the figure had downed it. A few glasses later the figure removed his hood revealing his blood red hair, lime green eyes, and stubble to match his hair. The man looked to Iroth and smiled, “Thank ya ser,” Iroth does his best to nod but can’t help but stare at the man for he seemed so familiar, before he could ask the man a voice raised up in the Inn, “HEY! You’re that guy!”

    Kirk instinctively gripped his sword but quickly let it go as he saw the man was just a drunk.
    “Yeah, yeah, yeah you’re that guy I’ve heard about,” the man stumbled as he approached Kirk.
    “I’m sorry you must have me mistaken for someone else,” Kirk slowly raised his hand in apology to the man.
    The man waved his hand, “Nah! You match the description: Red hair, green eyes, tall, and armed to the teeth. You are…The Red Warrior!”
    Suddenly the Inn became deathly quiet as everyone began to stare at Kirk, some whispers started as people were inspecting Kirk.
    “The Red Warrior,” Kirk sounded confused, “never heard of ‘em.”
    “Well of course not,” the man stumbled right up to Kirk, “that’s because it’s you, duh!”
    As the man began to talk Kirk noticed some of the patrons left while some started checking their weapons. Kirk sighed heavily.
    “The Red Warrior who fought his way to the Tower and slew the dictator on top of it but before that had to fight off a small army of Porkers to get to him.” The man continued to ramble about some of Kirk’s adventures, some were true, some were just legend, and some were just down right ridiculous. The man continued talking to everyone while several men stood behind Kirk with weapons ready, three cyborgs, four anthropomorphic, and one that seemed human. Kirk spun to see the men and held his hands up, “I wouldn’t believe a word that man says,” Kirk spoke as he looked to the drunk, “I mean he obviously has had to much to drink.” The human places a poster onto the bar, a wanted poster of Kirk. The human looked to Kirk and spoke smoothly, “I don’t know pal that seems to be you right there. So I think me and my boys will take our chances with a terrible case of mistaken identity.” With that said the rest of the men started to surround Kirk. He just stood there allowing the men to surround him while he just sighs deeply. “Well then if I cannot dissuade you gentlemen,” Kirk spoke as his blade quickly appeared in his hands, “I’m afraid I will have to do this the hard way.”


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    Most of the bounty hunters were shocked how quickly Kirk had unsheathed his sword except for the three cyborgs that charged at him with weapons drawn. Kirk’s blade easily caught all three weapons and held tight as Kirk met all of their eyes, “Remember…I gave you a chance.” Both Kirk’s eyes and grip began to tighten as he prepared himself. In an instant his sword flashed up taking all three cyborgs weapons with it and before they could grab at them all three of their necks were sliced cleanly open. The remaining men all took a step back as they took in what just happened. “Don’t just stand there you idiots,” the human bounty hunter shouted, “fucking kill him!” One of the anthros, a bear, gripped his giant club and spun towards the now serious Kirk, The Red Warrior. Kirk could not match the bear man in strength but he could out class him in speed, dodging mighty blows that could easily shatter a lesser man. One downward swing shattered part of a large table which Kirk took advantage of immediately, as the non shattered part of the table rose up as if to proclaim it’s dominance over its other half Kirk leapt onto it and back flipped off of it. As his body turned he sunk his sword into the bear man’s throat and with his momentum he dragged him down to the ground, his body hit first while his head spun in the air for a bit then landed on the bar top. Kirk’s hands dripped blood as he rose to meet the eyes of the remaining anthros, a rabbit, a boar, and a rat. The rabbit quickly drew two pistols, the boar unfolded a long spear, and the rat drew throwing knives. Kirk dashed towards the group with his sword raised, the rabbit opened fired while the boar rushed at him. Kirk managed to deflect one bullet while the others whizzed by him like annoying insects before he was clashing with the boar. The boar’s speared reached out to Kirk but was met instead by Kirk’s blade who sent the spear into the ceiling who then placed himself into the boar’s side. Kirk then spun the boar around so then he could use his body as a bullet sponge. After a few seconds of shots being fired Kirk quickly threw the boar’s body forward as the rabbit began to reload. Kirk slid underneath the body and then quickly launched himself up into the body and flipped it up so he was on top of it like a silt surfer. The rabbit was taken by surprised while the boar’s body slammed into him while Kirk landed behind him. The rabbit did it’s best to get to its feet but Kirk’s blade caught the rabbit in the face. As Kirk’s blade pulled itself free of the rabbit it quickly deflected a knife from the rat. A moment later Kirk scooped up one of the rabbit’s pistols and ended the rat with a bullet in head.

    With the bounty hunters dead Kirk turned to the human who was on his way out of the Inn. “You’ll regret this you bastard, no one crosses The Bonded Bounties and gets to live.” Kirk just stood there in the middle of all the bodies, “Did he really just say that?” With that Kirk turned towards the remaining patrons of the Inn, “So who are these guys? They serious or just a buncha wussies?”
    Iroth spoke up, “Oh no stranger, they are very serious indeed. Their leader, Tobias Crenshaw, is the most dangerous man this side of The Silt Planes.”
    “Well then,” Kirk spoke calmly as he cleaned and sheathed his blade, “I suppose he and I will have to see who is more dangerous.”


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    Kirk exited The Ashen Oak while eyeing the fleeing human across the street. “Mark my words Warrior,” the man shakily yelled, “Tobias and The Bound Bandits will be the end of you.” Kirk just smirked as he strode towards the man, “We shall see about that, this Tobias guy just sounds like some would be king playing with weak minded fools. I shall like to see his face when I break his illusion of ‘power’.” The man just smiled, “I guess you really never have heard of him then,” as he spoke he quickly pulled out a flare gun and held it up to the sky, “then I shall love to see that cold confidence drowned in a sea of despair brought on by Tobias and the Bandits.” Kirk watches the flare ascend up into the sky and slowly drop down back to the ground. Kirk’s eyebrow arches, “Soooo when am I supposed to get drowned?” The man threw down the flare gun and took off running out of town, “You will see soon enough Warrior, they we shall rise with the sun. I’d pray to your deity for you shall meet them with the fall of the sun.” Kirk just stood in the street watching the man flee while the townspeople joined him on the streets. Some of the citizens of the town began to scream and panic while others just stood in disbelief and the flare shot. Kirk quickly grabbed a somewhat calm person, “You, is this so called Bound Bandits group that bad?” The man Kirk had grabbed seemed almost to look pass him as he spoke, “The Bound Bandits number in the hundreds and Tobias, the leader, is stronger than all put together…some say he is a god, or demon. Some even say Tobias has special bodyguards who almost rival him but those are just legends.” After that the man just started gibbering non-sense about the destruction of the town and how doomed they were so Kirk let him go and walked through the town. He began to scope out the town for defensible positions and found very few buildings that seemed promising. Kirk was about to call it quits when he spotted something outside of town, a tall statue. A few minutes of walking and Kirk arrived at the statue. Our Founder And Hero, The Lady Of The Stars, read the plaque upon the statue of a cloak covered woman atop a somewhat broken space craft. Kirk inspected the statue of the woman then the space craft and later discovered the craft was still functional. He assumed it hasn’t been used due to it being a historic part of the town but if he was going to help this town he was going to have to tweak this monument. Hours of work started as Kirk began to refuel and repair the space craft, some of the townsfolk protested to Kirk to stop his work while others helped him in his desperate defense plan. As night began the townsfolk returned to their homes while Kirk continued to work. As he made the last repair he felt a hand on his shoulder, with a blur of motion he faced the person behind him with blade in hand. He discovered he faced a cloaked woman similar to the statue. “Greetings Red Warrior,” the woman spoke calmly as Kirk lowered his blade, “I am The Lady Of The Stars.”


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    Kirk stood there face to face with a woman who should not exist, The Lady Of The Stars, the hero and founder of Greyfields. The Lady Of The Stars pulled back her hood to reveal long raven like hair, almost white eyes, and a strange symbol on her forehead, it appeared to be a circle with horns on top of it and a cross on the lower part. “I thank you for the help you are bringing my town,” The Lady spoke, “and soon your efforts will come with a reward,” Kirk’s eyes widened at The Lady’s statement, “Like what kind of reward?” The Lady Of The Stars simply stared at Kirk, “Your love ones safe.” Kirk’s heart seemed to stop as The Lady spoke but after a moment he met her eyes, nodded and then before he knew it several hours had passed. Kirk stood up sleepily as he checked himself slowly. First off he discovered he was inside the space craft where a bed had been set up and all of his belongs were beside him. Next to his belongings was a hand written note.
    Warrior,
    Do not allow your journey to end here, for you are being tested.
    The Lady Of The Stars
    The symbol that was on The Lady’s forehead was on the bottom of the note.
    After carefully folding up the note and placing it into his pocket, Kirk gathered up his gear and prepared for the battle that was to come upon this small town he has sworn to protect.

    The sun was beginning to rise as Kirk was finishing up his repair work for the rocket as he noticed the dust cloud rising off in the distance. Kirk began quickly fixing things here and patching things there. He finished with the repairs when he looked to the statue to discover the statue of The Lady Of The Stars was gone, the only thing left was the statue’s clothing. Kirk looked to the clothes then looked around, after a few moments of looking around he knew what he had to do….so he waited.

    Engines roared, dust clouded the sky, and blood thirsty bandits roared for the head of The Red Warrior. The bandits roared past the statue of the town hero/founder, they didn’t seem to notice an extra engine roaring along with theirs along with the statue removing its clothes to reveal The Red Warrior.

    Kirk drew back his bow with all his might and released the arrow. His arrow found home in a bandits neck and then a few more arrows found more bandits. Kirk’s make-shift rocket sped towards the rest of the bandits, there were hundreds of them. Kirk readied himself, for he knew he was in for a battle.
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    It did not take long for the bandits to realize their numbers were being cut down, but as most of the bandits turned to face their threat Kirk was already on them. His blade bit into many bandits while he procured guns and used them for his onslaught amongst his foes. Bandit after bandit fell but still there were so many of them, it took little time for them to put Kirk on the defensive. The bandits up in the front of their convoy unleashed a hail of steel at their pursuer, but Kirk answered their hail with a powerful kick from his rocket which flipped its nose skyward and then it shot into the sky. As Kirk rocketed into the sky most of the bandits drew their guns towards him but his makeshift vehicle barely fast enough to evade their shots, within seconds Kirk was racing towards the head of the bandit numbers. Unfortunately for Kirk a lucky bullet struck the rocket’s engine and caused it to start sputtering out. “Oh this just gets better and better,” Kirk sighed as his rocket and him starting dropping to the ground. With no time Kirk did the only thing he could, he jumped off his rocket and prayed he landed safely. He did his best to direct and lessen his fall into the bandits, his luck seemed to pay off as he landed on top of a bandit. Before he could celebrate his luck it seemed to turn itself upside down as other bandits jumped onto his current vehicle. As Kirk readied himself his former rocket hit the ground hard and all that fuel inside of it went up in a giant fireball consuming a good chunk of the bandits and almost him with it. The blast wave had knocked him into the vehicle in front of his current one, the bandits that were on the one he was on just got knocked to the road and were ran over by their bandit brothers.

    As best as he could guess Kirk had cut the bandits’ number down by half so far but still so many to go. He struggled to climb up the bandit vehicle but eventually made it, luckily no more bandits were behind him so he could focus on the front now. Kirk noticed blood was coming from his head, some debris from the explosion must have hit him but regardless he continued. He rushed forward towards the bandit piloting the vehicle, he thrusted his sword towards the bandit. His sword scraped off the bandits back as the bandit turned to reveal his face was almost entirely rock, “Oh Higher Power,” Kirk exclaimed as the rock man slammed him into the vehicle. Before Kirk could stop him the rock man overpowered him and tied him up, relieved Kirk of his weapons, and then kicked him off the ship as he tied Kirk’s rope to the ship. Kirk skidded across the open road towards town as the bandits dragged him. As Kirk opened his eyes he realized he was already in Greyfields, the townspeople all watched in horror as the remaining bandits circled Kirk. He did his best to struggle against the ropes but it was no use. All the bandits exited their vehicles and started walking towards Kirk, the rock man now holding Kirk’s rope. “Ah, he don’t look so tough now do he,” one bandit said with a big grin on his filthy face. “Take this rope away and you’ll see how tough I am you scum,” Kirk rose to his feet as he struggled. All the bandits laughed except the rock man who just shrugged and released the rope. The bandits turned towards the rock man who looked back to them, “He has still got fight in him,” the rock man said with a bit of gravel in his voice, “I want you all to take that fight out of him.” Before they could respond Kirk was already on them. His ropes were still around him but were loose now so he proceeded to tackle one bandit to the ground, grabbed the man’s knife and cut himself free. He greeted another bandit with a sweep of his legs and Kirk’s other leg dropped onto the man’s throat. Kirk was a flurry of motion as most of the bandits started backing away as they saw the terrible legend come to life. Kirk’s eyes burned like an angry green sun ready to engulf them. Some bandits stood their ground but they were quickly cut down by Kirk who procured a second knife from a bandit. Two bandits drew pistols and opened fire but Kirk met their fire power with two thrown knifes to their throats. Kirk strode forward, his rage obvious, but inside he was beginning to tire. He shook his tiredness from his mind as he ran forward, grabbed the fallen bandits’ pistols, and aimed them at the bandits who continued to stand their. “You want my bounty,” Kirk shouted so everyone could hear it as he clicked the pistols ready, “then come and get it!”

    The bandits rushed at Kirk but he quickly cut down the first wave with gunfire halfway through the second wave both his pistols clicked to tell him they were empty. “Shit,” Kirk hissed as he threw the pistols into the air and readied himself for close combat. As the bandits closed in the pistols came back down and Kirk gripped them by their barrels and then proceeded to hold off the bandits with them. He cracked skulls, broke teeth, blocked blades, and took life. To the townsfolk and the bandits he was a blur of red like a stream of blood on the battlefield. Within moments the second wave was cut down with Kirk standing above them pistols in hand and he was starting to breathe heavily. Kirk scanned the bandits and discovered only about twenty left, he thought he could take them down. Kirk took a single step but after that the rock man appeared in front of him. Before Kirk could react the rock man’s fist slammed into Kirk’s gut and then his face. As he hit the ground Kirk could hear the rock man’s voice, “There, you have all had your fill and you have paid for it,” the rock man sighed, “Tobias is gonna kill me for letting all these jackasses die…oh well, fuck it. At least we got him, someone tie him up and bring him.” The rock man continued to talk but Kirk’s vision blackened and he passed out.


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    Kirk awoke to the feeling of a small hand smacking him. His vision still blurry but he was able to make out the figure of a small girl in front of him. “He is still alive,” the girl exclaimed yet she sounded muffled to Kirk. Kirk went to talk but his body begged him not to as it ached all over. The girl turned towards him and poured some water over him, he went to grab the bottle but he discovered he was chained to the wall. He gritted his teeth as he spoke through the pain, “Why am I chained?” At that moment Kirk realized the girl was not the only one in the room with him, seemed like a majority of the townsfolk sat with them or were in cells next to him as he also realized he was in an old-timey jail. An elderly man turned towards Kirk and examined him, “You are a prisoner Warrior, is that not obvious enough,” as the man talked he poked and prodded Kirk with precision. Kirk winced at some of the man’s touches but pushed forward, “Then why are you all not chained up, why not just leave this place?” Most of the people looked away from him while the old man just stared him down, “Because we are no threat to the bandits you idiot, even if we have numbers they have weapons, Tobias, and his bodyguards.” Kirk kept his gaze on the man, “So Tobias is special after all, and I’ll assume the same as his bodyguards then.” The old man nodded, “Yes but you are no match to be the hero in this condition boy.” Kirk struggled against his chains, “It matters not about my condition, and these…men must be stopped, I don’t care how powerful you claim them to be,” Kirk just smirked as his muscles tensed against his restraints, “besides I’ve been against worst odds, at best they have what…thirty men left?” The old man smacked Kirk on his forehead, “Foolish boy…I see the legends are true of your persistence.” Kirk raised his head higher while a smile cracked across his face, “The legends are mostly false but some of the good ones are true…I did take on that flock of Yexils, damn things nearly took all my stuff. Also that compound with the Hoppers and Badders was mostly true except for the part with the giant mechanical squid and the peanut butter.” The old man smirked as Kirk recalled his tales of the past few years across the wasteland, “Well Warrior you may be that good but I can’t in good conscience let a man like you out of here knowing you will die.” Kirk nodded solemnly, “I suppose I can understand that but,” Kirk ripped himself free of his chains but not without severe discomfort to himself, “I cannot allow these bandits to terrorize this town any longer.” Everyone in the jail stood in total awe as Kirk strode forward towards the cell door.

    Kirk walked up to the door and pushed on it, it didn’t budge, “Well fuck,” Kirk sighed,” I was at least hoping they would have it unlocked.” The townspeople stared in total shock as Kirk stood at the door trying to push it open. After a few moments of trying to bust the open Kirk slid down next to the door, “Well I gave it my best,” he weakly laughed. As he spoke the small girl walked up to the door, pulled some things out of her pockets, hovered over the lock of the door, and suddenly the door swung open as the girl stood there triumphantly. Kirk sat on the floor slack jawed as the girl offered her hand to him, eventually he took her hand and stepped out of the cell but she remained inside with the others. “Go,” she spoke softly, “and save this town Warrior.” Kirk stared at the townsfolk for a few moments before he slinked off down the jail’s hallway towards the bandits and their leader.

    The first bandit Kirk encountered quickly fell with a snap of the man’s neck, with the bandit dealt with he quickly searched the front room of the jail to find all of his gear. As Kirk was gearing up he heard footsteps and voices approaching from outside so he slid himself underneath a nearby desk as the door swung casually open. “And so I tells the guy ‘I don’t care if she’s your wife she is…what the hell,” A bandit exclaimed as he saw the body of one of his brothers. Kirk heard three blades being drawn and five sets of footfalls, gunmen…great. Kirk knew he had to end this quickly least he draw all the bandits’ attention down on him at once. In one fluid motion Kirk popped out from under the desk, unsheathed his blade, shoved it into the back of a nearby bandit, stole the man’s knife he had in his hand, and used it to dig itself into one of his brother’s eyes on the opposite side of the room. After his initial attack put him out into the open, Kirk quickly threw his dead bandit towards another bandit who was aiming a rifle at him. Kirk slid down onto the floor behind a desk as the rifle bandit began to fire after recovering from his dead brother being thrown at him. As the desk behind him became riddled with holes Kirk quickly threw himself to another desk which happened to be right by the first bandit he encountered which he happily took the dead man’s pistol. Kirk waited for a pause in the rifleman’s fire and that is when he popped out of his cover but he discovered that the other two bandits in the room were running towards him with blades drawn, they were covering the rifleman while he reloaded. At first the bandits appeared to have an advantage of numbers but the two knife wielders were quickly cut down by two shots to the head, it may not have been his bow but it would do. With the remainder of his brothers dead the rifleman did the only thing he could do, he ran outside and sounded the alarm. “HE’S OUT, HE’S OUT,” the rifleman shouted at the top of his lungs before a bullet to the back took him to the ground. “Ah shit,” Kirk sighed as he quickly ran out to the rifleman, used his last round to put the man down, and procured his rifle. Kirk quickly ran for the closest cover he could find which the fountain the middle of town was. As he reached the fountain the ground around him erupted in gunfire. Kirk hunkered down but as soon as he did the gunfire stopped and a single voice called out amongst the silence, “Well well Warrior, looks like you are in quite a situation here.” Kirk just smirked, “Nah, I’ve been in hairy ones.” He heard laughter all around him as the bandits found his remark amusing. The single voice called out again, “Do you know who I am Warrior?” Kirk took this time to observe his surroundings, he was completely surrounded from the rooftops to the insides of the buildings, “Well…you must be this Tobias guy I’ve heard so much about.” Kirk heard a chuckle, “Very good Warrior, at least you are not as foolish as I thought you were considering your predicament.”
    “Oh don’t you worry,” Kirk smiled as he prepared himself, “I am full of surprises.” With his comment made Kirk eased out of the side of the fountain and began raining death to the bandits above and beside his position.

    The bandits immediately returned fire but Kirk was quicker and more trained, within seconds he had taken town five bandits on both rooftops. Since he had more breathing room Kirk took the chance to sprint out from his cover and to a building as he ran he spared a glance to where Tobias’ voice came from but there was no one there. He crashed through the door to the building and immediately was met with gunfire from within. Kirk threw himself behind some furniture as the bullets whizzed by his head. After a short pause to catch his breath Kirk leaned out from his cover and caught a bandit in the eye. Soon after he killed the bandit the cover around him exploded in gunfire from the bandits in the building across the street. That left Kirk with little option except to jump over his cover leaving him exposed to the bandits in the building with him. A bullet caught Kirk in his side while he flipped over his cover and ran towards the bandits in the building. Gripping his side and holding the rifle one handed, Kirk winced while firing the rifle at the bandits. One bandit was struck in the chest, another was hit in the shoulder, and the other two bandits ducked back into their cover while Kirk advanced towards them as he reloaded. Kirk cocked the rifle as he readied it for fresh ammo, tossed the ammo into the air, reached out with his mind to one of the bandits in cover, aimed the bandit’s gun at his cover brother, and pulled the trigger. The injured bandits both looked to the mind controlled bandit, shouted, “Traitor,” and riddled the bandit with lead. During the chaos of the bandit’s friendly fire, Kirk managed to reload his rifle and put down the two bandits while ducking behind cover from the continual fire from the bandits across the street. Kirk quickly gathered ammo and two pistols from the fallen bandits as well as a bundle of dynamite. He unslung his bow, put the rifle next to him, tied two arrows around the stick of dynamite, lit the dynamite with a lighter from one of the bandits, and fired the makeshift arrow at the building across the street. The arrow flew as straight as it could as it sunk into a pillar next to a surprised bandit, a second later the dynamite went off. Kirk’s building shook as the other building erupted and crumbled into dust and ruin. After taking a few seconds for a breather and gathering his belongings, Kirk strode out of the building preparing for a firefight. No shots were fired. Kirk was only greeted with two figures standing in the street, the rockman and a woman dressed in a dark red blouse and dark camo pants. Kirk, breathing more calm now, stood tall as the figures stared at him and smiled. “Well now,” the rockman growled, “looks like the boy got his fangs back.” Kirk cracked his neck as he watched the figures, “So I’m assuming you two are Tobias’ bodyguards then?” The figures smirked and the woman responded while her hair became engulfed in flame, “You sure know your facts Warrior, lets see if you skill matches your mind.” Silence followed the words but the figures quickly rushed towards Kirk who readied his blade and his body for the fight to come.


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    The rockman’s shoulder met Kirk’s blade with such force that Kirk could barely keep his footing. The man grunted against the blade, “You’re stronger than ya look Warrior, this might not be a waste of my time.” Kirk just smiled as he met the man’s eyes, “Good, didn’t wanna disappoint ya…besides I have to get payback for earlier.” Kirk quickly jerked his blade back and forced the hilt down onto the rockman’s face, the rockman did not flinch. Kirk sighed as the rockman’s fist met his stomach and sent Kirk flying back. Out of breath, Kirk shakily got onto his feet while he saw the rockman run towards him. Kirk gritted his teeth through the pain, pulled out the two pistols he procured from the fallen bandits, and began unloading bullets at the rockman while running at him. The bullets bounced off the man’s stoney flesh while a few chipped a few pieces off him. The rockman jumped for Kirk as he closed in on him, Kirk, who had just ran through both pistols ammo, jumped onto the rockman’s shoulders and pushed hard against him to force him back to the ground. The effort was all in vain as the rockman grabbed Kirk’s legs and threw him to the ground, hard. Before Kirk could react the rockman was already on top of him, he began to crush him under his massive weight. Kirk struggled and grunted while the rockman just laughed, “Seems as though even legends have their limits aye Warrior?” Kirk met the rockman’s eyes with determination and smirk, “Well I guess I just have one option really.” Kirk managed to force his hands, with both pistols, free and plunged the still smoking barrels into the man’s eyes. The rockman quickly got up, screaming bloody murder, while Kirk flipped himself up onto his feet while unslinging his rifle. “Oh Adam,” the woman laughed, “don’t tell me you are letting the Warrior get the better of you?” Adam looked to the woman, his eyes still smoking, “Shut it Ember and just pull your fucking weight.” Ember shrugged as the fire in her hair dimmed while it began to coalesce around her arms, “Very well Adam, but only because you asked so nicely.” Kirk aimed his rifle at Ember, not giving her a chance to enter the battle, and pulled the trigger. The bullet flew true but suddenly it melted as it neared Ember who just smiled, “Oh dear Warrior,” Ember exclaimed while putting a burning hand to her chest, “you wouldn’t shoot a lady would you?” Kirk smirked while cocking the rifle, “Obviously you haven’t heard of the tale of me and the tower of succubae then.” Kirk strode forward while firing the rifle at Ember who continued to melt the bullets away. Adam, finally recovered from having eyes burned, charged at Kirk who seemed preoccupied with Ember. Kirk casually flipped sideways to avoid Adam’s charge, both Adam and Ember’s eyes widened as they realized that Kirk was becoming more and more the legend they had heard about. As Kirk landed he flipped the rifle onto his shoulder, fired at Adam’s back a few times, twisted his neck to roll the rifle back towards Ember and went back to firing at her. Ember, still melting Kirk’s bullets, made a quick gesture and a bow of flame appeared in her hands which she then used to fire bolts of flame at Kirk. Kirk reflexively dodged the first bolt but the second caught him in the leg which caused him to wince and roll onto the ground. He took the time rolling on the ground to catch a peak behind him to discover Adam had torn the fountain in the middle of the town off the ground and was in the process of throwing it at Kirk. “Oh great,” Kirk exclaimed while he started running towards Ember who proceeded to fire her flame at Kirk as he closed in on her. As Kirk ran his wounds began to take hold, his leg burned, his side was still bleeding, and his torso ached from Adam’s assault, but he continued forward nonetheless. He dodged more rapid bolts of flame as the fountain came crashing down behind him. Kirk began sweating as he neared Ember but he ignored it as the fountain chunks were raining down around him. Knowing his guns to be useless, Kirk threw his rifle at Ember who instinctively incinerated the gun which still had a single round in it. The gun exploded a foot from Ember’s face while Kirk took the opportunity to rush her. Kirk felt his hair singe as he closed the space between him and Ember but he only needed a moment. Kirk’s foot stepped onto Ember’s thigh while his hand grabbed one of hers and put it on his bleeding side which seared the wound shut almost immediately, it was incredibly painful but he needed every advantage, and finally he placed his other foot on the back of Ember’s head and kicked her hard to the ground while he skidded to a halt behind her fallen body. Out of the smoky ruins of the thrown fountain Adam emerged, his fist balled, who rushed at Kirk. Kirk quickly pulled his blade out as Adam was closing in. Adam’s fist met Kirk’s blade but this time Kirk planted himself firmly so he barely moved as the rockman’s knuckles scraped against the killer steel of his blade. Adam’s eyes burned with rage as he roared at Kirk who just stood his ground. Adam jumped back and went in for another rush attack but this gave Kirk the opportunity he had been waiting for. Kirk rushed towards Adam, who became confused but soon regretted that bewildered state as Kirk’s blade stabbed into his knee. Adam growled in pain as Kirk left his blade in Adam while he slid underneath him, planted his hands on the ground, pushed himself off with as much force as he could, flipped back in front of Adam, and landed onto his embedded blade while a smirk streaked across his face. Chunks of stone and bits of flesh erupted from Adam’s knee while Kirk’s blade was flung into the air. Adam fell onto his other knee while howling in pain while Kirk felt the strangest sensation, was he getting hotter. Flame erupted around him and Adam while Ember stepped out behind Adam, her hair and eyes engulfed in fire. “Oh right,” Kirk slumped a little, “was hoping that you were out for a bit longer.” Ember’s arms blazed bright as she rocketed towards Kirk whose blade had just landed blade first in front of him in the ground. Kirk ran toward the blade while Ember raced towards him at an alarming pace. At the last second Kirk planted his foot onto the hilt of his blade, jumped over Ember, and landed on one hand. With his free hand Kirk scooped up some mud, thanks to the fountain, and flung it at Ember who had just turned around. Mud caked Ember’s burning face, which only seemed to make it burn brighter. As Kirk pushed himself off his hands and landed onto his feet Adam grabbed him from behind. “Ha gotcha ya little bastard,” he bellowed with joy, “now Ember, finish this runt.” Ember wiped the mud off her face, smiled, and strode towards Kirk while a blade of flame grew from her arm. Kirk started to struggle but even Adam in his wounded state could hold him. Ember closed the distance quickly, her blade boiling the air as it rushed to sear Kirk’s flesh. Kirk’s foot kicked as hard as it could into Adam’s wounded knee while he bashed his back into Adam. Adam growled at the pain which made Kirk’s shove more effective which gave Kirk some wiggle room. Ember’s blade flew over Kirk’s head as he slid out from Adam’s grasp, Adam was not so lucky. Ember’s blade seared straight through Adam’s chest which glowed golden. Adam reeled for a moment but then he collapsed while Ember stood there racked with grief and anger. Ember’s body became fully engulfed in red flame as she turned toward Kirk who was running for his blade. Kirk ripped his blade free from the ground and turned to face Ember but she was already right there in front of him. Her hands lashed out but Kirk held his blade to block her molten hands. Within seconds his blade started glowing but before it could start to affect it Kirk slid the blade out of Ember’s grasp and into her stomach. Ember looked hurt at first but then she laughed as she gripped the blade and pulled it closer in. “Come and burn Warrior,” Ember hissed, flames flicking off her tongue. Kirk started sweating but he just smiled, “No thanks, not much of a heat guy.” Kirk spit into Ember’s eye which steamed on contact, blinding her momentarily. Kirk took the opportunity to pull his blade free from her body and shove it through her burning skull. Ember screamed for a moment then nothing. Ember’s flames went out as her body slumped to the muddy, cold ground.

    Kirk pulled his now cooled blade from Ember’s skull and was cleaning it as a voice called out to him, “Well done Warrior, you seem to have bested the best I can offer.” Kirk stood and surveyed his surroundings and only a single man stood atop of a roof at the far end of the street. He wore a brown vest on top of a white button shirt, brown trousers, leather gloves, black boots, and sapphire glasses. “Tobias Crenshaw,” Kirk said with a smirk, “so you’ve finally shown yourself.” Tobias spread his arms wide while a grin, almost hidden by his mustache which flows into thick mutton chops, “Why of course Warrior,” his walnut hair shined in sunlight, “I have to save the best for last.” Kirk laughed as he pointed his blade towards the bandit leader, “Then let us find out who is better.” Tobias’ grin grew wider, “Yes let us.”


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    Kirk threw his blade forward into the air, pulled out his bow, and ran towards Tobias while firing his bow. Tobias greeted Kirk’s arrows with a simple looking can which was hidden behind him. With his volley of arrows deflected, Kirk aimed his arrows at weak spots in the building Tobias was standing on. Tobias at first was confused but then understood as Kirk put his bow back on his back, caught his sword, and leapt onto the arrows to help him reach the top quicker. Kirk jumped shot up after the last arrow and landed next to Tobias. Kirk’s blade swept at Tobias’ legs but his cane caught the blade with a flick of his wrist. Tobias’ smile grew as Kirk and he danced the dance of warriors. After a few moments both men jumped back, “So you aren’t just all talk,” Kirk spoke while preparing himself for another assault. Tobias chuckled while bringing his cane up in a fencing position, “I have to be the best for my men to not overtake me, granted I don’t have to worry about that now.” Kirk gripped his sword tighter as he rushed at Tobias who just stood there waiting for him. Tobias easily met Kirk’s every swing since Kirk had been fighting for what seemed like hours while Tobias is fresh and ready. “You disappoint me warrior,” Tobias spoke while effortlessly parry Kirk’s blade, “I’d think the man rejected by fate would be more deadly than this.”
    Kirk stopped for a moment, “What do you mean ‘rejected by fate’?”
    “I know what happened to your companions after you left them, you see my influence is far reaching.”
    “You….there’s no way you can know that.”
    “Oh but I do, I know your companions had a grand battle in New York and after the battle what appeared to be a normal looking woman in red looked to be casting a spell during a very stirring speech and suddenly everyone from both sides vanished, not even the scars from the battle remained, it’s as if none of it even happened.”
    Kirk just stood there, unsure what to say.
    Tobias stood tall while he held his cane to the ground, “I had my men search every inch of this hell blasted planet ever since that battle, oh what was it, five or so years ago. No one has seen your friends since, they are gone, as I’m sure are anyone tied to you…except you of course, it’s like fate itself didn’t want you to leave this place.”
    Kirk looked at Tobias with confusion and anger in his eyes, “Why were your men there?”
    “Well that’s simple really, I had heard tales of a group making a way to New York and had some battles along the way so naturally I was curious just to see how powerful the group was to see if they were a threat to my business.”
    “But what about me,” Kirk spoke, “how did you find out about me if you hadn’t found the group until New York?”
    “Ah,” Tobias shook his finger, “now that was just pure luck my dear Warrior. You see as my men came into contact with your group some had over heard talking of a companion who left the group, but all we got was a name since my men were forbidden for directly interfering with the group.”
    Kirk watched Tobias start to walk in circles around him while he recited the past events.
    “It wasn’t until a month or so later that my men heard another tale, a tale of a lone traveler who took on an entire porker invested tower in Chicago. After some searching through the debris and asking the few locals we managed to find the lonely town of Galveston.”
    Kirks eyes widened.
    Tobias put his hands up as he smiled, “Don’t worry he didn’t suffer…much. After all why would he be afraid of a couple of men looking for a lost friend, couldn’t quite get the description though after all it had been soooo long since we had seen our dear friend.”
    “YOU BASTARD,” Kirk shouted as he rushed Tobias who just easily blocked the blade with his cane.
    “He even let them in to rest and eat. Heh, before he knew what had happened the gun was already to his head.”
    Kirk’s anger grew as Tobias continued to smile.
    Kirk jumped away from Tobias and rushed back at him with his blade on the floor. Tobias eased himself into position but as Kirk neared him Kirk flicked his blade up from the floor causing sparks and dust to cloud Tobias’ vision. It wasn’t much but it was as much of an opening as Kirk was going to get so he rushed in. Even with his vision clouded, Tobias barely managed to block Kirk’s sword but it did break his cane. Tobias skidded back while eyeing his broken weapon, “Shame, was my favorite cane.” Kirk ran towards Tobias who pulled his gloves tight as he prepared himself. Kirk slashed and stabbed at him but Tobias easily dodged the blade while he balled his fist and planted it firmly into Kirk’s stomach. Kirk had the breath knocked out of him as he was forced back from Tobias. His body felt like it was about to break as Tobias just strode forward. “What’s the matter Kirk,” Tobias said as he neared Kirk, “all the fight out of ya already?” Tobias spun and planted his heel into Kirk’s cheek. Kirk spun off the roof and landed hard onto the ground a good two stories below, he thought he felt a few ribs crack. As he shakily stood up Kirk watched as Tobias casually stepped off the building and landing with grace even though the stone he landed on cracked and bent. Kirk steadied himself with his sword as Tobias started walking towards him. “Well Kirk,” Tobias said while balling his fists, “I think it’s time to finish this once and for all.” Kirk stood straight, meeting Tobias’ gaze, “The last dance then, lets see if my left feet can live up to the hype.” Tobias chuckled but then quickly shot up into the air, soaring down towards Kirk. Kirk’s blade went up to block Tobias. Tobias’ heel landed on Kirk’s blade while his other heel struck Kirk in the face. Kirk flew back while his nose and mouth bled. Kirk scooted back and soon felt water, he discovered he was back at where the fountain was, water was gushing out of the ground. Suddenly the water all around Kirk started flowing away from him and towards Tobias. “Let me show you what legends are really like Warrior,” Tobias raised his hands while the water pooled around him. Kirk spat blood onto the ground, rose to his feet, gripped his sword, and prepared himself for what was to come, to make sure no matter what that Tobias would be ended. Tobias jettisoned himself towards Kirk, the once calm water became white rapids behind and all around him. Kirk was tackled by Tobias, now both of them began rocketing towards the outskirts of town. Kirk did his best to punch and try to slash Tobias as they flew out of town. A lucky slash caught Tobias from his side to his back that caused him to flinch. Kirk took the opportunity to shove his blade into Tobias’ side and punch him in the side of the head. Tobias was thrown off course which Kirk soon regretted as they both crashed into the statue outside of town. Kirk felt a few ribs give way, one of his shoulders shatter, and he was pretty sure a piece of the statue was inside of him. Kirk slowly turned towards the statue, “How…I destroyed this thing.” Kirk heard a painful laugh coming from Tobias, “I ask myself that every time I blow that damn thing up.” Kirk tried to stand up to meet Tobias but he had been right earlier, a piece of the statue was jutting out of his chest. Kirk hacked up blood while Tobias weakly stood up even though it appeared both of his legs were broken as well as one of his arms. Kirk instinctively reached for his sword but he soon discovered it was by Tobias and it was shattered. Kirk soon realized that his bow was missing as well and he only had a single arrow left. A few droplets formed around Tobias’ hand as he staggered towards Kirk, a few drops of blood were mixed in as well. “Well now Warrior it seems we have both reached our limits, but our legend will continue…but which one?” Kirk’s chest wound gushed a little as he wiggled his one arrow free, “Then come and try to finish my legend, for I know I will end yours!” Tobias smile was caked with his blood but it didn’t seem to care, he only seemed to care about killing Kirk. Suddenly a blade of both water and blood formed onto Tobias’ hand as he stumbled closer to Kirk. Both men yelled their final battle cries. The world seemed to stand still for what seemed like hours. Kirk held down his pain as he felt Tobias’ blade sink into his chest. “There Warrior, YOU ARE DEAD!” Kirk looked up at Tobias and just weakly smiled, “I may die, but I’ll make sure you go first.” Kirk grabbed Tobias’ arm and yanked him off his feet and straight onto Kirk who then took his arrow and forced it through Tobias’ head. Kirk threw Tobias’ corpse off of him so he could be unburdened in his final moments. “Well,” he said weakly, “looks like I’m not walking away from this.” A smile crossed his blood stained face, “At least everyone is safe.” With his words said Kirk died a quiet, alone death.

    A minute passed in the wasteland and suddenly beside Kirk’s body The Lady Of The Stars appeared. “You’re time is not up yet Warrior.” She gathered his body and in an instant they both vanished, the only thing left were Tobias’ corpse and Kirk’s shattered sword. A few hours passed before the townsfolk of Greyfields emerged from the jail to discover all the dead bandits. After searching the entire town some of the people ventured out to the statue to discover a new addition to it. Along with the regular statue another figure sat down underneath The Lady Of The Stars’ protection even though the cloaked figure held a broken sword in one hand and an arrow in the other. An inscription lay at the new figures feet: The Red Warrior, Hero of Greyfields and its people. Gave his life to vanquish The Bonded Bandits. May his legend continue both on Gamma Terra and amongst the stars. Most of the townspeople paid their respects at the statue while others gazed up at the sky.

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    Kirk awoke with shock and a fit of coughing. “He’s awake,” a voice from seemingly nowhere said. Kirk surveyed his surroundings and discovered several things: he was strapped to a chair in the middle of an all white room and he appeared to be completely healed. “What in the name of Higher Power is going on?” Kirk then heard a familiar voice, The Lady Of The Stars, “Please Warrior be still, you are not fully healed yet.”
    “Where am I? Release me since I am no prisoner.” Silence followed his words. “I…I’m afraid I cannot answer that question and I cannot release you.”
    “Very well then,” Kirk’s voice grew grim as he began to struggle against his restraints. “Somebody stop him,” a voice called out.
    “We are not allowed to interfere,” another voice shouted.
    After a few moments of struggling Kirk managed to break free and was soon out of the room. Luckily he discovered he still had his clothes on and they were in one piece. Kirk ran through seemingly endless hallways until he finally saw light up ahead, “Ah, finally.” As Kirk approached the exit a figure stood up in front of it, a thin looking robot. “Greetings Red Warrior, I am Automaton 1819. I am to serve as your guide through the lab should you need.” Kirk stopped and examined the robot, “Well that’s good and all but I really just want to leave,” Kirk pointed to the exit, “I mean the exit is right there.” The robot’s tone seemed to take on a more serious tone, “I am sorry Red Warrior you are forbidden from leaving the lab.” Kirk looked amusingly at the robot, “And what? You are gonna stop me?” Sharp, small blades formed from the robot’s hands, “If you do not stop pursuing this course of action, yes.” Kirk laughed and quickly flipped up and crushed his boot into the robot’s head. “They should really build better guards here,” Kirk commented as he stepped out the exit of the building. “Well now lets see why I—-,” Kirk’s words failed him as he gazed at his surroundings. Kirk appeared to be in a humongous city of gold and equally fine quality metals. Men, and other things, past in front of the building on what looked like clouds. Kirk was awestruck for a good ten seconds before he realized two large figures approaching him. “You there,” a bellow reached Kirk’s ears, “where are your papers?” Kirk shook his head as he looked to the voice’s owner, “My…what….papers?” The voice belonged to a large golden lion. “Your papers show them to me,” the lion demanded while the other figure, another lion stared at him. Kirk started to take a defensive position when a calm voice came behind him, “Oh there you are my boy, I have been looking for you.” Both lions straightened up when the voice spoke. Kirk turned to discover an elderly looking man standing tall with his hands behind back. “I’m sorry sir,” one of the lions spoke, “we did not realize he was with you.” The man turned towards the lions, a single long braid swayed as he turned, “Oh it’s quite alright. You may leave us now.” The lions lowered their heads and walked off into the glorious city. One of Kirk’s eyebrows arched as he looked at the man, “Why did you help me?” The man smiled, “Well you see Warrior I like helping people in need, I hear you like that too so I figured it would give me a chance to talk with you about something.” Kirk looked confused, “Talk to me about what?”
    “An offer I can make you, I can help you here and in return you help me with some people who are causing some…trouble.” Kirk shrugged, “So I’d pretty much be doing what I’ve always done.” The man leaned in close, Kirk could smell what could only be described as the best smelling old man ever, “Oh I assure you son, it will not be easy, you will be tested…you may even die.” Kirk chuckled, “Well I have already died….I think, so why the heck not.” The man smiled, “Excellent then come with me.” The man began leading Kirk down into the glorious shining city. “You know you know who I am but who are you sir?” With his back to Kirk, the man smiled, “You may call me Sifu young one and I have much to show and teach you.”

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    Manny
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    Re: The Tale Of The Red Warrior, legend in the making

    Post  Manny on September 25th 2013, 10:53 pm

    Hey there, a new face I see?

    Anyways, welcome to Database. I am a little pressed for time right now but I have read about halfway through your first post and so far so good.

    I just thought I should let you know.
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    Re: The Tale Of The Red Warrior, legend in the making

    Post  Skarekrow19 on September 26th 2013, 11:24 am

    Appreciate it man. Thought it was about time I posted something since my friends on here (John and Kruger) have been bugging me (John mostly) to put up some of my stories and stuff. So maybe more to come
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    Re: The Tale Of The Red Warrior, legend in the making

    Post  Bad John on September 26th 2013, 11:31 am

    I'll find something else to bug you about then, buddy. :D

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