As the two friends raced they completely forgot the civilian, "I'm going to win again!" "Oh hell no you're not!" Christopher yelled as he was catching up to Zetran. They were both side by side, seeing who was more faster. As they passed the civilian they quickly stopped, "Looks like I won this time." Christopher said chuckling. "Damnit, well good for you Chuckles." Zetran turned to the civilian, easily over towering him, "So, I don't suppose your alone?"
Jericho shot a blank shot in the air; it was now a common thing to do for him, to warn people he wasn't using toys. ''Woah, slow down there, jackasses! What's the rush? State your names, occupations, and might you add what y'all doing on this here planet. Are you natives?'' He used his two guns to aim both guys, 'cause it was clearly the only reason he weilded two revolvers- to intimidate the most people possible. That remembered him a phrase his the rapist would always tell him, 'Ammadeus. If you have two arms, it's to use them both at the same time. So use them to-' Well, that was a bad memory. You see, his the rapist wasn't A therapist, more like a dude trying to teach him the 'bad touch'. And that was a no-no. Bad touch is bad, kids, so be a winner: Winners don't use drugs! ''Shut up, Schizophrenia! I want to hear those gentlemans speaking for once! Excuse me, i might have said this out loud. Now speak up, ain't got all day!''
Christopher and Zetran stood there dumbfounded before realizing their objective. As the man pointed guns at them, they breasted out laughing, "W-what are you d-doing with those pee-shooters!" Christopher tried catching his breath. "We were just having a simple race, besides, those things are not really going to be very effective against armor like this." Zetran said. "Now then, let us introduce our selves. I'm Prime Sergeant Christopher Sauria, this is my companion 2nd Lieutenant Zetran Idahe. We are part of the Envoyant Military."
Jericho simply blinked, a blank expression on his face. He tilted back the hammers on the two revolvers, the air around them looking more dense. But the guns, usually rusty, now looked like two silver gems bathing in sunlight. "If you'd think I'd be fighting with two pee-shooters, I wouldn't be called Ammadeus. Insulting a man's guns is the worst thing you can do in the Reich." He shot a random squirrel-looking animal passing by, which simply exploded in light. And the ground in a 2-foot radius around it. "Those are called angel's tears. They are divine weapons given to me by the most respected member of the church. My name is Jericho Ammadeus Faust. Special agent if the Reichskriminalent, the most feared order of my home galaxy. I am here to protect this planet, and maybe galaxy, until the Reich comes in to visit. You might be standing on my doorporch-to-be, so please watch the attitude, pal!" He put his guns back in his holsters. "Now, present me your weapons. It is a common form of apology and a way to ensure our trust- if you are to stay here any longer, that is. And, you still haven't told me where you're from." Envoyé de mon XT886 en utilisant Tapatalk
Christopher chuckled, "Zetran." Zetran pulled out his futuristic pistol and shot a large rock, as the bullet came in contact part of it blew up as a form a glowing acid covered it, melting the rock, "Type 4A76 Pistols, some of the most dangerous weapons around. My friend here has the same one, except his has more power than accuracy." Christopher stepped up to the man, over towering him, "We come from Iolight, the Envoyant planet, well I do at least. Zetran comes from Earth. And no, we're trapped here, are you stranded?"
Jericho stepped back at the sight of the weapon's power. ''Maybe it's time to change my guns, after all. But heck, if we encounter something big, i'll have to show you what they can do- and how skilled i am. This is a matter of pride now.'' Jericho started to walk towards the crashed ship, and turned towards Zetran and Christopher. ''Well, if you really are trapped here, come with me. We just rescued a little girl who crashed here a few days- if not hours ago, i don't know, and we're building a shelter in the spaceship's carcass.'' ''Oh, and there's some evil people coming to ravage this place and kill us. And i'd like your guns on our side- consider this as an honor, to be asked by a special agent of the RAS.''
"Hell, I'm in. If it means theres some action, then I'll give ya a hell yeah. You game Zetran?" Christopher asked with a smirk on his face. "Does the pope get away with locking ten kids in his private vatican?" Zetran asked with a look and smile of determination. "Then looks like we've joined the club, we'll fight along side you."
"Well, look at that. Looks like you two even have humor. Welcome to my party! We now earn double Experience points, and the booty will be twice as better! Yeah!", he added with a pumping movement with his arm. "Now let's get goin', we don't want the guys out there think I'm dead or something, it would break their dreams, just like when Centi tried to teach me the bad touch. And that's a no-no." Envoyé de mon XT886 en utilisant Tapatalk
"Lets just get moving, don't wanna keep your people waiting now do ya?" Christopher said. "These guys honestly do not sound tough, they just sound like raiders with toys," Zetran said, "And Sergeant's right, we're just waisting time right now, we should get moving."
Jericho started walking towards the crashed spaceship, keeping his right hand close to the hilt of his knife. ''Do you have a map or something? I know wich way to go, at least i think so, but i don't know how to get to the crash site. It's on the top of an hill, and if we don't want to climb a large pile of rocks, we'll need to take the good ''road''.''
"Sorry, we don't have one." Zetran said. "North, which is behind us, if you keep walking north you'll find our crashed frigate. We only know the from here to there."
''Keep that mental compass working, we'll be sure to need one. Cards didn't have one, and it took us three years to find our way back last time.'' Jericho almost stopped walking when he thought he saw a spiked turtle, but it was a weirdly shaped rock. He simply kicked it on a tree, resuming to his standard walking animation frame.
Tilena was half-way to the center of galactic civilization, a planet widely known as the 'Nexus'. The entire world, five times the size of earth, was one enormous city with skyscrapers almost five kilometers in the sky. With the waters of the planet long running dry, and entire mountain paths being demolished with the exception of a notable few, the once dead planet was now home to a population of almost 100 billion that all lived in one enormous ecumenopolis. The tallest building on the planet was home to the council, known as the 'Sky Palace', that was home to the council and dwarfed all other buildings on the planet, while in terms of size itself, it was the size of Earth's "United Kingdom". If one were to fall from the top, it would take hours to fall to the bottom. Tilena would arrive at the palace soon, and she prayed that the council would listen to her. If they didn't, all sentient life in the galaxy would all be over.
"What would you do-oo-ooo for a klondike bar?" Zetran sang a second time, he could have sang Disturbed songs, but seeing its WAY too beyond the 21st century this guy might find it weird. They traveled, not tiring, Christopher took out an old canteen and opened it, "Dude, where in the hell did you get that?" "Christopher looked to Zetran, "I found it, its still fresh too, looks just two days old." "You should share that with Jericho, he's probably thirstier than hell." Zetran said giving a small short laugh. (If this is dead, the lets revive it! )
Jericho looked at the can. ''No thanks. If i am to eat YOUR things, might as well write my testament. And i'd leave all of my stuff to bounty hunters- their job is way more noble then ours, yours included. Not that i'm saying that your job is un-noble or anything, but living off by killing criminals while being a volunteer citizen, and not doing this for your strong sense of honor and justice clearly shows how badass their are. Anyways, Team Jericho, let's go! We should definitively kill all of them guys who made this... Canned... Food... For no god reason. Their poison-makers of the dark abysses. DON'T ASK! Let's just go already, you guys are slow!'' Jericho darted towards the camp, now at sight.
Zetran and Christopher saw the guy just dart towards a camp, "He wants to race?" "Lest do this." "Remember, 1st place gets two beers from the losers." "Game on." They would both take off in a sprint, swiftly catching up to Jericho. Zetran was running backwards and looked at the smaller guy, "And you were the one calling us slow!"
Jericho, unaware of the drinking challenge-race rules of doom, but nonetheless full of pride, ran faster, ultimately arriving to Zetran's side. ''Well you two, slow down a bit! Last i checked, there was no fire behind us!'' At that, Jericho searched his belt pouch, and threw a orange-like glowing flask behind him. Fire rapidl spread behind Team Jericho, the blazing fires trying to lick the man's back, rapidly approaching. ''Now there is! Run for your lives, Nimrods!''
The two saw what Jericho did, they accepted the challenge. Zetran sped up passing the human with ease, Christopher meeting Zetran, "Man, this guy!" Zetran saw the village ahead, it wasn't very far. He and his companion were ahead of Jericho, neither passing the chance to win.
*the wrecked spacecraft/ship (whatever it is!) now fully ahead, Jericho took extreme measures to win the improvised race. God he cheated. He sprinted to his maximum's speed (wich is in case you wondered 120 feet/6 seconds x3 in D&d Pathfinder, according to his feats and OPness) and spent a Ki point to do that. Wait, Ki point? What in the cold world of hell is that? And why is Jericho's conscienc and narrateur now screwed up in his words? Let's forget about that. Jericho did his best to arrive at the wrecked thing, panting hard. The fire (hopefully) Stopped following them as Jericho threw holy water on the ground. ''You guys are kinda fast. Fast enough. Let's shake hands and hope to never burn another forest in the near-future.'' With that, he extended his hand.
Christopher shook hands with the man, but Zetran didn't. There was a reason for it, but it was unknown to anyone. "So, any hostiles in the village?" Christpher asked.
