News of Vaas' death spread across the island like wildfire. While Jason was congratulated, the Rakyat prepared themselves for the recoil of his actions. They were ready for the fight to be brought to them. Of course; the leader of the pirate is dead, but that won't stop an uprising. A young man named Kaktu is preparing himself for World War 3 though. He was extremely worried about the whole situation. His body language said it all. He was a tall man – around 6 foot 6 and weighed as much as the average Rakyat solider around there did. He was weaker than the other soldiers, but he explored more of the island; meaning he was smarter than the average Rakyat warrior. He was a young man, aged 24 and he recently moved out of his mother's house a month ago. Kaktu had to look after his father while he had a horrible illness. He has dark brown dreadlocks that grew down to his shoulder blades and wore the traditional tattoos that the other warriors had but he had a personal tattoo on his left shoulder; a picture of a soaring eagle, surrounded by tribal drawings. This is to tell him that he has the boldness of an eagle, and possesses high amounts of power and can kill prey in seconds, yet care for his whole family. He wakes up every morning and glares at it as it fills him with the power of a thousand suns. To others, they think he's crazy. But to him, it feels like the only reason he wakes up in the morning. But today, no matter how long he stared at that eagle, he couldn't pull himself together.
He was fast pacing back and forth around one of the Rakyat armouries, collecting ammo and weapons so he could defend the people. "Hey boy! Shouldn't you slow down just a little bit?" asked one of the Rakyat lieutenants, looking at Kaktu with a curious expression. "Haven't you heard the news!? Vaas is dead. And that means that there are going to be hundreds of angry pirates, desperate for revenge and I know... that they'll get me first. I can just SEE it, HAPPENING in the future." He hesitated and drops an AK-47, firing a bullet as it hit the ground and shooting the roof of a hut two doors away. The owner came out of his hut furious as he went to patch the hole up with some hay. "Look boy," the lieutenant stopped Kaktu, held his shoulders and looked him in the eyes, "You're going to be fine... you hear me? So put all of this stuff back, calm the hell down, and take ONE weapon this time because we're taking an outpost up the road." He then grabbed a Remington 700 sniper rifle, chambered a round and holstered it to his back. "I'll see you it a bit." He then jogged off.
Kaktu took the man's advice and sat down for a moment. "Alright... get yourself together Kaktu. You got this. No need to freak out." After a few deep breaths, he went over to his hut and prepared himself. On his way over, he saw people fleeing into their huts, screaming and shouting, getting their families prepared for what seemed like for them; the end. Kaktu lived in a little village called Dok Gnamtai (pronounced 'Dok Nam-tai), a peaceful little community, just a five minute drive from the Amanaki village. Kaktu walked into his hut and instantly realised that he had been robbed. Robbery, although a petty crime in Dok Gnamtai, is quite common due to the fact that most people are barely getting by, but people live here for the guaranteed protections from intruding pirates. Perhaps that's a cruel irony, or just a price to pay, but they tolerate it, and the only things taken are just food and fresh water. They are the true currencies of the Rook Island.
Kaktu ran into his bedroom and looked under his bed to make sure his vault hadn't been robbed too. He quickly pulled out the light vault and quickly put in the code, to find nothing missing. Everything was still there: his family photo album, $2000 and his father's custom .44 Magnum. This was the last thing his father, Tyong, gave to him before he died of Malaria two years ago. The gun had been modified to have a heavy revolver frame for durability, an extended barrel for range and an ACOG scope fitted on there that he took of an intruder's gun. It had two-tone red and blue paint job with the words 'พลังที่แท้จริงของวัว' meaning 'True Power of The Bull'. Kaktu never fired it; he wanted to preserve it but purchased some ammo for it just in case the time comes. He re-locked the vault and slid it under the bed. But he wasn't done yet. He stretched his arm to where the head of the bed was, to pull out a custom FAMAS. It was basically a regular FAMAS, but he scratched out some tribals in in the gun and attached a Red-Dot sight to it. It was the only gun he fought off the pirates with. It was his heirloom. This was his Bull.
He holstered the gun on his back and ran back to the armoury, grabbed some magazines, slid them into the ammo pouches and ran for the truck. He jumped into the back and waited for the driver with the rest of the group. While they were chatting away, Kaktu loaded his gun. He held the handle and pulled out a magazine from the pouch and loaded it in. The feel of the *click* as it entered the gun was like bliss for his senses. He then pulled the hammer and re-holstered it. By the time he was done, the driver had arrived. "Alright boys, time to go!" He turned the ignition and everyone began cheering. Some fired some rounds into the sky, some clapped but Kaktu sat there, expressionless as the truck drove on to the outpost
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