A Note From Lady Bad Luck: Here goes the first of my Cross Guard drabbles. It might be a bit vague, but keep in mind that there's more to come.
Men At Work
"So they're called the 'Chess Pieces'."
"Looks like it. Dirty great skull on a chess board for their crest as well."
"Crazy. Who'd name themselves after a game?"
"Chess Pieces, obviously."
"Like I didn't know that already…"
"So what's ours?"
"Our what?"
"Our name, stupid. So what d'you think? Danna?"
"Huh? Oh, a name? That's easy, we're the Cross Guard."
"Cross Guard? Sounds better than 'Chess Pieces', at least. Why?"
"We've got a cross on our coat of arms, and we're guarding the peace of MAR Heaven. What fits better that that?"
Silence.
"True enough. Here's to the Cross Guard, guys. If no-one else'll step up, we'll do it, and if we cant, then the whole world's screwed. No pressure."
"…"
"Shut up, man! Never lettin' you make a toast again."
And the sound of drunken laughter filled the night.
