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.