Firstly, I'll apologize for the stall of the story (Well actually it was a dead halt). There was a conveniently placed intense family crisis with one of my sisters, but it's under control now and I can focus back onto my writing. I would also like to announce that I'll be releasing each new chapter every 3-5 days. 6 Days being the most. So let's pray that there are no interruptions in the course of this story. And on to chapter two! WEE! And that was a clever review that a certain someone left pointing to the name "Paska". No, I did not know, and I thank you "graciously" for enlightening me.
Interference
Chapter 2: Arcane Introductions
As if this spectral young man flashing white teeth had sent off a death signal, the remainder of the crimson armored bot's attacked. The smile was shrugged off as the closest took a swing at the kid, its metal claw releasing a strong current of electricity, literally becoming a taser. The young man was kneeling, still recovering from the sudden change of gravity that forced him to fall down when he had actually been falling up. With unnatural agility, the kid unnaturally flattened himself to the ground and the robots claw soared past him. By this time Torn had gained back some sense. Raising both pistols and pressing his fingers hard against the triggers. He grinned as the pistols jolted and pushed against his hands as compressed yellow Eco was fired from t he weapon. Ashelin joined in, but had acquired a lonely Vulcan Fury rifle from a fallen Guard. Their aim was excellent, but they hadn't intended on what the kid would do.
As their shots forced the group apart, the kid had begun to sweep his foot in a strong arc into the weak legs of the bot who had tried to taser slap him a moment ago. At first Torn thought the kids leg would just bounce off like it was made of rubber but to rather simplistic imagination the foot knocked the legs completely off the ground. Ashelin had only taken a moments notice of the kid, her eyes widening and her unkept red hair bouncing as the gun pulsed violently in her hands. Torn now sized Ashelin up, but only for a moment. He figured that there would be more time for this kind of glance later and continued his assault.
The kid had tripped the bot and brought his other foot and kicked the blinking head away. The kick sent the bot sailing and spinning a foot or two away. The kids momentum in the spin didn't just fade away after his attack; he kept spinning. Laughing wildly and enjoying the dizzying motion, his ravening hand dropped to his waist, where a black holster was clipped to the belt connecting the lower and upper portion of the jumpsuit together. It seemed rather tight on his body and glowed like it was made out of some kind of elastic silk. The finger slipped around the button, pinching it loose and freeing the gun. His hand was a blur as he leveled it, but froze for a moment to aim. Torn got a good look at the gun. It was unlike any other he had seen.
The gun was an enormous revolver that looked like it was made out of some kind of dirty black metal, but looked high tech starting from the shell chamber to the end of the barrel. The chamber glowed a bright yellow light and was made of something clear that might have been hard glass. The shells inside were the source of the light, expelling their radiance through the translucent chamber. The barrel was huge, at least big enough to shove a small shot glass into. Along it were what looked like neon tubes with a thick yellow substance flowing through it. The kid's hands barely fit the thick handle, let alone the trigger. How he managed to even hold it steady with both hands was beyond Torn. The kid flashed his smile again and pulled the trigger.
The blast from that cannon was deafening. It had cut off all sound and rang far past the battle perimeter. The barrel seemed to explode in the kid's hands, forcing him to take a few steps back. He winced, as if the explosion in his hand had scorched the tips of his fingers. His elbows were forced upward, twisting so the gun didn't smack the kids forehead. The gun halted just over the kids right shoulder and he took a moment to watch the spectacle of lights.
The blast from the gun had made the shadows in the clouded midday sun leap back as a seemingly second sun burned its way through the barrel. The victim's upper section was blown in half, another miniature sun burning it apart. The kid's green eyes seemed to dance in the light that the gun had created. The shadows on his face that were forced into the open made him seem eerily older, and with that maniacal smile he looked like a true killer. The bot trembled it's disfigured arm, the exposed twined wires hissing as they were burned to nothing. The kid pointed the cannon once more and let off another explosion. The rest of the upper half was hit by a force similar to a rocket, and was blown into fragments. The legs wiggled until the sparks stopped falling.
The group was nearly diminished by now, Torn and the rest of his squad dealing with stragglers now. The kid took down three more; one shot each. Torn pointed to two guards in blue who had the unlucky opportunity to exchange their nervous glances with the kid's green eyes and maddening grin, "You two Scan the rest of the area for any others, get moving " The two underlings seemed to flee instead of going to take care of business that would have seemed troubling otherwise. Torn was hesitant on approaching the kid, who was now emptying the monster of a weapon of empty shells. He snapped the barrel and it pointed down at the cement. He flipped it over and shook it slightly. The bullets clattered to the ground, barely bouncing and instead making loud thumps. Torn compared them to the Peacemaker in his free moment of thought. Like the deadly weapon in the youth's hands, it had enormous cylinders were filled with dark Eco that was converted into the ammunition for the weapon. The now empty shells still had small traces of the yellow substance still there, and if it wasn't radiating so much light even in those small traces, he would have suspected that they were simply a different sort of loading chamber for yellow Eco. Torn made a beeline to the kid, who didn't even glance at Torn until he was a few steps away. A good distance away, the kid looked not older than sixteen and just as harmless in his own wiry frame way. Up close it was a different matter. The kid had the build of a healthy body builder, the arms and legs beneath the jumpsuit bulged slightly with muscles. The jumpsuit itself was too tight on him, making his chest move very notably with every intake and release of breath. The kid also looked much older. He looked at least eighteen now.
"What in Precursor's name are you?" Torn asked in a half mystified tone, he hadn't lost his air of authority, but couldn't command his voice as well.
"Desmond, and that's all you'll know me by and whoever has a problem with me," He said in a slow, trolling voice. He suddenly screamed as if he was making a precognition to anonymous enemies as far as his vocal cords could send, "YOU HEAR THAT!? GET IN MY WAY AND I'LL BLOW YOUR FREAKING HEAD OFF! HAHAHAHA!" He emphasized this by firing off a loud crack of his gun again, laughing triumphantly. Torn shielded his ears from the blast from the gun wincing slightly in annoyance, the black tattoos on his face scrunched together as his face scrunched into an angry stare.
There was a crisp and clean laugh that drowned out Desmond's own maniacal laughter. Ashelin walked with a swift and hypnotizing sway of her hips, entering the scene, "We got an itchy trigger finger hear Torn. Think you can tame him?"
Torn gaped at her, not actually believing what she was saying, "You want to recruit this guy? Are you off your rocker!?" Personally, he didn't care about the kid until Ashelin showed some interest in him. Even if it was because the kid could hold his own in a fight, he wasn't precisely that the kid was mentally stable.
"Of course I am, unless none of this business contradicts with Desmond's own duties?" She asked in a courtly manner.
"Nay, in fact such an offer would help me. Got to get my thoughts wrapped around what's precisely is going wrong here. Or could go wrong," Desmond said in a hollow voice.
"You wouldn't mind answering a few questions in the procedure of seeing if you are even fit to help us would you? Like what the hell you came out of? I've seen rifts before, but those had something to hold em' together like those nifty Precursor rings. I just saw you pop out. And what the hell is up with your ears!?" Torn interrupted rather harshly.
"Time tells my new and interesting friend. Unless I tell you right out that is, and this isn't really the best scenery to do it in. You guys got a bar nearby?"
"Sounds reasonable, Torn will escort you there."
Torn opened his mouth to protest but Ashelin shushed him, "I can handle things here. Besides I seriously doubt there will be a large enough attack at this point. That may have been the last functioning squad in the city. Now get moving." With that, Ashelin jogged away followed by guards in bright blue armor.
"So…what do you call this alleged bar?"
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"They still itch Dakit! I'm getting sick of walking so far!" Paska whined as his foot left a continuation of their trail in the sand, like breadcrumbs in a forest. The two figures were closing in on Spargus. Neither made a comment on the tall walls of the city and the impenetrable blast doors. The hooded heads stared at the top of the walls. The one referred to as Dakit bent low and made a tremendous leap. A blast of nightly shaded dust kicked up around the left behind man, who eyes followed his comrade to the very top of the wall. He sat on his haunches, waiting for Paska to join him, "Well for Precursor's sake don't just diddle dally our good time away! GET MOVING!" Following the same procedure, Paska joined Dakit at the wall, "So, what's the big plan you have?"
" I don't want to share it with you particularly, but I suppose it won't be a secret for long so I'll tell you as we go along," He said this in a more respectful tone and the two descended down the wall, plotting ruin upon the world.