This will take place pre-series in the early 2000's during the once mentioned Mayan wars. The usual cast will be present plus one OC main character. I'll probably be playing with history and ages a bit as well to make any potential romances less pedophilic. Enjoy.
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Gunshots shatter the tranquility of the desert night even as they scatter the congregated men. The weapons, carefully assembled and packed in unassuming wooden crates for transport are useless in this fight. Men duck for cover behind whatever they can find and the spray of dust and blood explodes in a nightmare of gore.
The squeal of tires and a loud burst of Spanish signal the end of the attack and even as the antagonists flee there is no doubt that there has been death in the sand tonight.
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She always knew she'd get a call like this. The overly loud ringer of her phone breaking through the beginnings of sleep and confirming the unusual nature of her life. She packs quickly, "travel light" running through her mind like a mantra. She cranks the two seater juke box he bought her to life and relishes the loud rumble of the engine and the low pound of the stereo's bass. She thought the car pretentious when he presented it to her two years before but tonight the constant growl will block out her worries, thoughts, prayers.
The black on black body of the car cuts like velvet across the deserted highway and she is thankful for the late hour. Tonight she will be nothing but a shadow moving through the world. There is no need to recognize that anything from the last hour is real.
She drives through the night and watches, with tired eyes, as the sun rises in her rear view mirror. Go west ye wayward sons; Leila Trager is coming home.
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