Chapter 2
Krok and Fractaz sauntered idly into the HQ of their boss, Masutā. She waited for them, her talon-like fingers tapping against her throne.
"Krok, Fractaz, my two favourite renegades. I assume you're here for your payment?" She asked, her grin growing slightly wider, "I have it waiting for you"
She gestured to her two bodyguards Denvok and Renvok, who brought out a protosteel bound chest and placed it on the table. Krok approached the table, and opened the chest.
"Is this a joke? Where's the payment?" Krok's mind ran into overdrive. If the chest is empty, she has no intention to pay us. Masutā is not known for her honour in business dealings, so we're either going to be imprisoned or killed. His eyes darted around the room, noting the amount of Nektaan and Skakdi watching them, waiting for them to make a move.
"Masutā, what the frok are you playing at? Huh?" Fractaz's fingers twitched, reaching for his cannons "You want a fight? Is that it? I'll take you all on!" He whipped his cannons out and opened fire, destroying the surrounding Skakdi, and causing crimson gore to splatter across his armour. His eyes glowed red, and a nearby Skakdi's chest caved in, his armour cracking as an unseen force impacted with his chest. Krok joined in the fight, throwing his shuriken at the nearest Skakdi, decapitating him.
"Now, now, Krok, it's not like you weren't expecting me to betray you. Renegades like you shouldn't ever trust anyone outside of your little group, and even then, we Skakdi are notoriously treacherous. Oh, and Krok? This is for refusing me." Masutā raised her blade and climbed down from her throne, a smile touching her metallic visage. Krok wheeled around, firing his lightning zamor launcher. Masutā's eyes glowed green, and the sphere imploded. Masutā smirked: "Really, Krok, the zamor sphere isn't going to be much use against me."
Krok reeled. No effect, he thought. If I close with her, she'll rewrite my memories. If I stay at range, she'll implode me. Looks like I'll have to reveal my vision power. Krok's eyes turned grey, and two dust-coloured rays shot out of his eyes at Masutā. She screamed, and started clawing at her face.
"What have you done?! I can't feel! I can't see! I can't hear!" Masutā's screams were deafening, but she stopped fairly quickly. Krok smiled. His sense-dulling vision had worked wonders to disable the formidable warlord.
"Fractaz, plasma! Now!" The two Skakdi used their fused powers to create a blast of lightning laced plasma to destroy the walls of the fortress, and escape. Denvok and Renvok decided to let them go so they could tend to their mistress.
Back at the team's camp, the other three warriors were busy playing Three Muaka Ante, and accusing each other of cheating. Krok and Fractaz came charging in, and collapsed panting on the ground
"What happened to you?" "What's going on?" "Where's the beef?" Any further questions were forestalled by a single canister washing up on the beach...
