Corad: Hehehehe, another chapter update. Hopefully this chapter's more interesting, not to mention informing. There are a few clues in this chapter for those bothering to guess Fionn's species. Thankyou to all who have reviewed the last chapter, and to those who have read too. A huge thanks to my beta reader GreyJedi for putting up with my unproof-read chapters :D
Naughty Dog owns Jak and Daxter, JakLover owns Skytha, Some Dude owns Simron and Poor old Fionn is owned by me...man I feel sorry for the guy -.-
Chapter 8 – Through The Crevice We Go
Cold air blew gently against Skytha's face, and she shifted on the ground, trying to hide her head. She'd been used to cold mornings out in the wasteland, but even then she'd had a thick blanket covering her. This particular morning she didn't have a blanket, and she began to wonder why. Maybe Sharok had taken it from her, or it'd blown off in the night. It was then it came to her, and she sat up completely awake.
"Damn…I slept through my shift!" she cursed, gazing around the small camp. Both Ottsels were still sleeping soundly beside her, and off to the side Erol sat hunched over, head bowed down low with his back facing her. She frowned, feeling angry that Erol had failed to wake her for watch duty.
"You were supposed to wake me," she muttered darkly a few moments later, sitting beside Erol and glaring at him. He had his knees to his chest, arms resting around his knees with his face hidden in them. He said nothing. "Speak to me Erol…I told you to wake me. You can't do everything on your own you know," Skytha spoke quietly but forcefully, hoping not to wake Daxter and Simron.
Finally Erol lifted his face, giving Skytha a long stare, before sighing loudly. "I tried to wake you, but you refused to come around," he lied, hoping she'd buy it. Whether Skytha knew Erol was lying, she didn't say. Instead she nodded her head sadly.
"Just know one thing…you don't need to do all the work. Don't forget I'm here too…I'm a warrior myself Erol. I've been taught to guard and protect not only myself but also the wolf pups back home. Not once have I lost to a predator," Skytha murmured softly, squeezing Erol's shoulder gently before standing up. She moved to gather up her belongings in their shared bag, before waking up the sleeping Ottsels with a hard nudge.
"Hey, hey! Watch the fur!" Daxter shouted, waking up and smacking Skytha's hand away from his head. She chuckled down at him, ruffling his fur again affectionately.
"Not a morning person, Daxter?" she asked slyly, raising an eyebrow at the orange mass at her feet. Daxter groaned in reply, sitting up and stretching his arms. Simron still lay curled in a ball, but was awake at least.
"If we're all awake, we should go. Jak's becoming further out of reach," Erol informed seriously, standing up suddenly. He turned briefly to Skytha, his eyes looking somewhat distant, before breaking eye contact with her. He waited for no response from the other three, and wandered off through the bush out of sight. Thinking it best to follow, Skytha urged the two Ottsels to get up, and jogged after him, both Daxter and Simron hot on her trail.
They caught up to Erol within seconds, the commander picking his way slowly through the vegetation. "Are you ok Erol…you seem quiet this morning," Skytha asked in concern, trying to walk side by side with him. It proved difficult thanks to all the trees and bushes, and she gave up, choosing to stay behind.
"I'm fine," he replied impassively, leading them to a rough looking track. Without another word he led the three down the path, being mindful of low-lying branches and such. It felt like hours had passed until he spoke up without warning.
"You're right Skytha…I shouldn't do all the work on my own. You needed your rest, and I couldn't deprive you of it. You are our navigator after all," Erol muttered, ducking under a low branch. Skytha ducked too, keeping silent hoping Erol would continue. He didn't though, and she bit her lower lip nervously. Should she say something? It didn't feel like her place to say anything.
"Don't worry about it Erol! I'm sure Sky appreciated that kind gesture!" Simron piped up, feeling the tension in the air. Erol gave a "humph" in reply, giving Daxter a place to put in his two cents worth.
"Yeah, and since Skytha's now refreshed and all, she can get us out of here!" Daxter shouted enthusiastically, bringing up the rear of their single trekking line. Skytha stopped in her tracks upon hearing Daxter's statement, and pulled out her Yin Yang pendant, gazing down at it in deep thought while the Ottsels overtook her.
"What are you doing? We need to keep moving," Erol said bluntly, halting his movements when he heard Skytha stop. She raised her eyes to him, before chanting the precursor text written on the pendant. Pain erupted along her muscles, distorting them out of shape along her bones. Skin was stretched, hair sprouting across her entire body while she transformed into a wolfish beast. Standing well back, the Ottsels and Erol remained silent, speechless at the display.
"My scent will navigate us. I should be able to smell Jak," Skytha explained after her wolfish transformation was complete. Erol just stared at her while she lifted her head, sniffing the air carefully. A sweet smell of blood, sweat and eco filled her senses, reminding her of Jak. So he had been here. Trying to locate the direction the blonde had gone was more difficult, but she finally concluded he'd taken a west approach.
"He's headed west. I can smell his trail although very faint. And, it seems he's either travelling with company, or it's following him," Skytha brought up, having just picked up Fionn's scent too. She growled deeply, lowering her nose to the ground to sniff at the moist earth. "It's a foreign scent. I can't tell what it is," she muttered darkly, frowning at her discovery. Erol shoved past a few branches to stand beside her.
"So Jak's in trouble?" he inquired, squatting down beside his female comrade.
"Not necessarily. Like I said, he may be travelling with this foreign scented being, or he may be the one following it. Either way we should follow his path and with a bit of luck, find him," Skytha replied, her green eyes glancing down along the dirt and leaves littering the ground. She could make out faint footprints, resembling the blonde's shoe size, but nothing else. Whatever it was following Jak, it was either too light to leave prints or it had been airborne.
"Let's use this information to our advantage. Skytha, lead the way," Erol commanded, straightening up again. The four set off walking again, Erol grabbing Skytha's discarded bag and slinging it across his own back. The forest around them was unusually quiet. Only occasionally would some leaves rustle thanks to the wind, but all other forms of life were gone. Skytha believed the wildlife were smarter than hanging around her wolfish form. After all, she could easily slay smaller animals than herself if chosen.
"How much longer Sky?" Daxter shouted behind her, and the brown wolf lifted
her head sniffing the air again.
"New scents are in the far distance. These are other elfish, so I assume the forest will end within an hour or so," she called back, treading lightly through some mud. She noticed a deep footprint, and chuckled quietly to herself. It looked like Jak had misplaced his foot and had tripped. Although, judging by the fact that the rest of the mud was unharmed, he must've caught himself before impact.
Spending the next hour traipsing quickly and silently through the remainder of the forest, sunlight was finally seen up ahead through the trees. A feeling of joy rushed to Skytha, and she bounded the rest of the way, leaving the two Ottsels and Erol struggling to keep up. Stopping just outside the forest's edge, she glanced wearily at all the lumber equipment, not to mention the lumberjacks.
Each of the workers had stopped their labour, and was giving Skytha worried looks. From their expressions, they either didn't come into contact with wolves very often, or they hated the beasts. Skytha chose the latter when two of the larger men began moving towards her, axes gripped tightly in their gloved hands ready to strike.
Cowering back from the men, Erol strode past her and blocked the lumberjacks' advances. "Stop, she's tame. If you try to harm her, I'll have no choice," Erol sneered, pulling out his pistol and aiming it at one of the men's chest. He stopped immediately, eyes growing wide at the appearance of a gun.
"We thought it was here to cause trouble," the lumberjack with the gun aimed at him muttered, pointing to Skytha who had taken up residence behind Erol.
"Well, she isn't. Now move aside. We're in a hurry," Erol demanded with a hint of venom in his voice, and the two lumberjacks shifted out of the way. The commander turned to Skytha, Daxter and Simron, waving with his arm to get moving again. Following orders, the three trotted after Erol along a dirt road towards a small village in the distance.
"Thanks Erol," Skytha said gratefully, glancing back at the workers, a few of them still eying her uneasily. It'd been a close call, but thanks to Erol no causalities had occurred.
"My duty is to protect you. Think nothing of it," Erol responded simply, picking up his pace to reach the village faster. Upon entering the town, the citizens stopped and stared at the four; most eyes were set upon Skytha, the remainder on the two Ottsels. Erol felt relieved that for once people chose to ignore him, and deciding it best to create an alias for himself, stopped dead in his tracks.
"Where now?" he asked, his brown eyes lingering along each of the many small wooden buildings lining the dirt street. Skytha sniffed the air, picking up a whiff of Jak's scent coming from a nearby take out restaurant. Wandering over to the store, she indicated with a flick of her head inside, telling Erol Jak had been there. Nodding in approval, Erol pushed open the door, telling Skytha to remain outside with Daxter and Simron.
Inside the store it was fairly small, and by the set up of tables and such, Erol knew it was a restaurant of sorts. It seemed likely Jak had been here after spending who knew how long in the forest. Pushing those thoughts aside, he stepped up to the counter, ringing the bell sitting beside him. Within moments a lady appeared through the back kitchen door, a cheerful smile directed at her new customer.
"How may I help you?" she asked kindly, leaning on the counter.
"My name is…Er…R…Ra…" Erol's mind worked overtime to create a decent enough alias that someone such as this woman would buy and his memory found the perfect name. One of his distant guard rookies from years back had been called Razi, but that young man had died an unfortunate death on his first day. So deciding to "borrow" his name for the time being, Erol gave a reassuring smile to the lady. "My name is Razi. I'm here looking for a man named Jak. By any chance, have you seen him?"
The lady's eyes opened wide, and she gasped loudly. "Yes! Yes, he was here yesterday! Him and his new friend bought some breakfast. Poor things had been out in the forest all night," the shop owner replied, looking concerned over the memory of a starving Jak.
"Hmm, and do you know where he's headed? This is very important," Erol pressed on, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. The lady shook her head sadly, looking away.
"They didn't say. That Jak fellow said he was on a pilgrimage. The only other way out of this town is the West road. Try the next town…someone there may have seen him," the lady responded helpfully, and Erol bowed his head slightly in thanks.
"Your time was appreciated," he said quickly, turning to leave. The lady was about to offer him some breakfast, but Erol was out the door before the words even left her mouth. Stepping back outside, the commander spotted Skytha huddled in a narrow alley across the street. Jogging over to her, he kneeled on the dusty ground.
"He's been here. From what the lady inside that diner said, he left yesterday morning. We have a quite a way to catch up. Skytha, I need you to track his scent again," Erol murmured, keeping his voice down so as not to attract attention. Skytha gave him a bleating glance, and cocked her head to the side.
"The people here don't appreciate wolves in their village. I've been the target of stones, Erol. Do you think it's wise for me to make another appearance?" she asked, still feeling the pain from the rocks thrown at her. Erol sighed and patted her head softly.
"If I'm with you, they won't throw anything. If they do, they can expect to have their heads blown off," the commander reassured, whipping out his pistol again and spinning it around his fingers. "And just for the record, call me Razi in public. I needed an alias."
Skytha suddenly began laughing, howling uncontrollably at Erol's words. "Razi? Great name Erol. We once had a total idiot named that in our wolfish pack, but he went on this same expedition Jak's going on a while ago, and never came back. No surprise really," she laughed, and Erol gave her a horrified look.
"Are you sure it was Razi?! No…it can't be…I was told he died!" Erol snorted, shaking his head in disbelief. So it seemed there was a possibility his long lost subordinate hadn't died after all. At least that was a tiny fraction of weight removed from his conscience. "Well, regardless. I'm known as Razi from now on. Got that you two?" the red head asked, looking down at the two Ottsels huddled behind Skytha's hind legs. They nodded in agreement, and Erol stood up again, motioning for Skytha to begin her hunt once more.
It had only taken a few stops along the road before Skytha had a clear indication on Jak's direction. The scents lead them out of the town and down another dirt road towards a barn like structure sitting in solitude beside the road. They were about to bypass the barn altogether since Jak's scent carried on down the path, until a man appeared suddenly, waving at them to stop.
"Hang on ye fellas! Wouldn't be headin' out there on foot!" the man bellowed, striding up to Erol, the Ottsels and the wolf. He peered down at the furrier members of this strange group, before speaking with Erol. "Canyons lie ahead. Best take a leaper. Them best for leaping o'er things," the enthusiastic man said, demonstrating a lurching movement with his upper body and arms, much resembling a dive. Erol believed the man thought they didn't know what 'leaping' meant, the way he was acting.
"I'm not sure," Erol began, but Skytha stepped forward, looking up at him.
"We don't need one Razi!" she barked, and Erol stared down at her with an eyebrow raised. The rancher was startled at this talking beast, and shuffled back a few feet in alarm. "Trust me."
Erol couldn't deny her wish, and shook his head at the man. "We'll be fine thanks. Maybe another time," Erol said, trying to sound polite. The rancher shrugged his shoulders and disappeared back inside his barn, leaving an opening for Skytha.
"Follow me," she instructed, and sprinted down the dirt road away from the barn and the town. Erol struggled to keep up, his body already feeling weary from lack of sleep, and was panting hard by the time Skytha stopped. They were fairly far from the barn, and Erol could see the canyon like terrain clearer now. It didn't look inviting, especially in his current state, but he knew there was no stopping. The only way to go was forward.
"We can alternate between foot and air," Skytha explained, before carrying on slowly along the road. Daxter and Simron were keeping surprisingly quiet while they followed Skytha, and Erol was silently cursing to himself, wondering how far he could actually walk without passing out from exhaustion. By the time they reached the rocky ground at the beginning of the canyons, Erol felt his body protesting against the strain. The dirt road had gone, so there was no clear path to direct them through this barren land.
As the rocky terrain became uneven and harder to walk on, the group slowed their pace immensely. The sun had risen quite high, burning holes in their backs as they traipsed along, picking their way around natural, rocky structures. Half an hour into the actual canyon, Erol collapsed, slumping silently to the ground. It was Daxter who noticed, and alerted Skytha who had been leading the way. She rushed back, sniffing at his face with her cold nose in concern.
"I'm ok…" Erol groaned, dragging himself to his feet again. He looked thoroughly worn out, bags had begun appearing under his eyes and he struggled to stay standing. Feeling anxiety rack her body, Skytha motioned for Erol and the two Ottsels to get on her back. Daxter and Simron obeyed without a problem, feeling exhausted themselves, but Erol shook his head. "Forget it…you can't carry us all," he muttered, but Skytha snapped at him.
"Stop whining and get on! You're in no state to walk or argue, Erol. This was part of our plan anyway. If you happen to collapse again and we fail to notice, what'll happen? Just get on," she growled firmly, and Erol decided to waste no energy arguing with her. Straddling Skytha's furry back, he gripped onto her shoulders tightly, shifting his weight to sit more comfortably behind the two Ottsels. Flapping her wings, Skytha began sprinting hard along the rocky ground. She took flight quickly, her paws leaving the hard ground behind. They had only just really entered the canyon, and Skytha chose to fly over the cliffs and peaks', thinking a more direct route was better.
Flying upwards along the tall cliff faces, she appeared in the clear sky, far from the ground. "Make sure you hold on tightly," she warned, navigating her way smoothly through the dry air. Daxter and Simron were shaking uncontrollably, feeling nauseous about their current height. Erol remained silent, slumping ever so slightly towards Simron who was situated directly in front of him. They flew quickly through the deserted, cloud free sky for a while, Skytha's steady flapping wings a constant, calming beat in Erol's ears. He sighed tiredly, closing his eyes to rest them momentarily.
"How much further?" Daxter asked, gazing down at the deep gorges below them. He was glad they hadn't trekked by foot down there. It seemed too dark in those crevices; anything could be lurking down there. Skytha was about to reply when Simron gave a started cry, followed by Daxter.
"What is it?!" Skytha shouted in worry, unable to see behind her head. She felt a shift in body weight on her back, and her fears were answered when Daxter replied loudly in her ear.
"Your commander's fallen asleep and he's crushing us!" Daxter whined, feeling Erol's spiky hair tickling his cheek. Simron's situation was the worst, considering he was being completely squashed by Erol's chest. That was the least of Skytha's concerns though.
"Make sure he's stable. If he slips off, I can't guarantee I'll be able to catch him," Skytha yelled over the wind in her ears. Both Ottsels agreed to keep an eye on him, and she chose to fly slower and more carefully. About midpoint they decided to take a rest, Skytha's back aching and her wing joints tired from flying for so long. Soaring gracefully down to the ground, her paws padded quietly along the ground to stop her momentum.
After coming to a halt, Erol slid off her back and landed in a heap on the ground, sleeping soundly. Simron remained close to his partner's side, while Daxter scurried off to inspect the surrounding area for enemies. Skytha took the time to morph back into an elf and rest, and pulled out her water bottle, sipping it now and again. 'Halfway there…' she thought lowly, directing her attention to the sky. The sun had been moving higher since they began, and the heat was intensifying. Skytha knew it would be far worse when the sun reached midpoint in the sky, and urged herself to keep going just to beat it. From the position of the sun though, there was only around 1 hour until midday.
Some time had passed since the rest stop had taken place, and the area surrounding the remaining three seemed too quiet for comfort. It was hard to explain, but Skytha felt an uneasy presence watching them. Deciding to change back into a wolf to be on the safe side, she crouched low, containing her screams inside. Once morphed, she gazed around the canyon, squinting into the dark crevices lining along the tall, rocky walls.
"Everything ok?" Simron perked up, noticing Skytha's change in mood. He had been fanning Erol's face with his paw for the past 15 minutes, trying to cool his sleeping comrade down. Switching her attention onto the black Ottsel, she frowned, laying her ears back against her head.
"No…we're not alone. Where's Daxter?" As if on queue, Daxter appeared from behind a far boulder, screaming in panic. He was dashing quickly along the rocky ground, eyes widened in fear.
"Metal Heads!" he managed to scream, alerting the two conscious members of their party as he neared. From behind Skytha noticed a large group of middle-sized metal heads rushing after Daxter, and she felt her heart speed up.
"Simron! Wake up Erol and get the hell out of here! Daxter, you go too!" she yelled, running at the metal heads fiercely, her head lowered. Long, pointy fangs beamed in the sunlight, powerful paws tapping along the ground as she ran. She refused to let these beasts take anyone. As she went into combat against the 15 or so metal heads, Simron and Daxter were shaking their commander awake, screaming in panic.
Weary lids opened slowly, and Erol sat up, groaning. "Where are we?" he asked sleepily, resting his forehead in an open palm. Simron pulled on his arm desperately, Daxter yelling out their situation loudly. Snapping his eyes open completely, Erol leapt up, glancing around to locate Skytha amongst all the rocks and walls. He heard yelping towards a nearby fissure, and made a move to help her but was stopped by Simron, panicked eyes staring up at him.
"It's too dangerous! She told us to run!" he shouted, attempting to pull Erol away. Erol refused to budge; staring in the direction his wolfish friend was currently battling for her life. Annoyed at Erol's stubbornness, Daxter grabbed his other arm, and both the Ottsels worked together to drag Erol away to safety.
Meanwhile, Skytha had taken down three of the beasts, and was beginning to feel the pressure. She'd used up most her energy by now, and felt her limbs starting to shake weakly. 'Come on…give me strength…I can't die here. Erol might die out here too…and…' her brother's face flashed in her mind, smiling warmly at her. 'I won't break my promise Sharok. Don't worry,' she thought to herself, gathering up some more strength at the thought of Sharok.
Snapping her head behind her, she caught an offending metal head in the neck, jaws digging deep into its main artery. Blood and eco exploded in her mouth, spraying across her eyes and blinding her for a split second. As that metal head crumpled to the canyon ground, dead, another had taken up offence to her left. It gave a menacing screech, leaping at her and swiping thick claws into her side. Howling in pain, she brought up her spiked tail, whipping aggressively into the metal head's face, tearing bits of flesh from its skull. The beast skidded back, shrieking in pain, before retreating into the darkness of a nearby fissure. A few of the metal heads began to retreat, and only 6 remained, snarling hungrily at her.
"I won't hold back. Retreat if you value your life," she growled at them, feeling cornered by the more courageous of the beasts. None seemed to take her words seriously, and all leapt forward. Unable to fend off all 6 metal heads at once, she was thrown roughly to the ground, head connecting with a dull thump against the rocky surface. The metal heads were pinning her down, snarling and hissing at her, and she felt her mind explode.
'Get out of the way! You want to see you brother again, don't you?!' her wolfish voice broke out, forcing Skytha aside and taking control. Her eyes narrowed, a dark glint appearing in the green orbs. Kicking her hind legs up powerfully, she threw two metal heads off her, and twisted around onto her stomach. She jumped up; throwing another beast that had jumped on her back off, and ran towards the nearby canyon wall.
The beasts naturally followed her, not yet ready to give up their hunt. She could hear them hot on her tail, screeching angrily from behind. Once she came to a halt at the canyon wall, she turned around, back arched and head lowered. Her teeth were bared, low growls emitting from deep within her throat as she waited for the metal heads to attack. In a blink of an eye, the first metal head leapt, its powerful hind legs giving it great speed. Lowering her front legs to the ground, the offending beast connected with her upper back and shoulders, digging fangs into her fur sharply. She kept back a whimper, and sprang her upper body into the air using her lowered front legs as springs. This managed to toss the beast off her, and it slammed hard against the wall in the near vicinity. It lay winded for a few moments, giving headway for another beast to charge into attack. Doing to same, she was left with only four opponents. By now the remaining metal heads realised her tactics, and spread themselves around her, all leaping at the same time.
Unable to fight them off, she snapped her jaws at them, hoping to frighten them into retreat. Failing, they continued in their assault, tackling her heavily to the ground. Wolfish Skytha forced her host back into control, and she cried out, feeling a throbbing pain erupt along her spine and inside her skull. These beasts were not about to give up, and she felt her strength begin to slip away again. Struggling beneath the beasts, trying to break free from their grasps, she heard a deep, low bark-like sound coming from atop the canyon cliff.
The metal heads stopped attacking to briefly look towards the sky, and one by one began to flee, screeching in panic and horror. Skytha managed to look up just in time to see a white furry animal, smaller than herself, look intently down at her before disappearing in a strange mist. Unable to comprehend what had just happened, she lay panting heavily, head resting on the solid ground. Maybe her mind was hallucinating after losing so much energy. But then, as she tried to stand, a familiar scent filled her nose and she looked towards the canyon's upper cliff again, eyes wide in shock.
"No…it can't be…what…was it that thing?" she mumbled, hoping to see this furry animal again. But it was gone, and she lowered her head, hoping to catch another whiff of that strange, yet familiar scent. With no luck, she gave up and wondered off to find Erol, Daxter and Simron. Finding them huddled inside a shallow cave in the rocky cliff face, she approached quietly, collapsing beside them and letting out a shuddering breath.
"They're gone…we're safe for now," she muttered in exhaustion, closing her eyes gently. Erol reached out a hand, stroking her furry neck, indicating he was thoroughly grateful for her help. "Those metal heads refused to give up, but…unless my eyes were deceiving me, something came to my rescue. It was…a white animal…larger than Daxter and Simron, but smaller than myself. It looked almost wolfish though," she whispered softly, her muscles limp and resting.
Erol raised an eyebrow, glancing out the small cave's bright entrance. "You sure?"
"I'm sure…the metal heads feared it and ran. I only caught a glimpse before it disappeared too, but I've…its scent, it's one I've smelt recently," Skytha finished, opening her eyes at last to see Erol's reaction. He remained silent, looking at the ground thoughtfully, a hand rubbing at his chin.
"I understand. Let's just hope this thing's friendly…for Jak's sake…" The group fell into an uneasy silence at the thought, before Erol broke it by standing up. "We should get going. I'm rested enough for now…we can't waste any more time," he murmured, and Skytha lifted herself from the floor, trotting out the cave after Erol. Simron and Daxter followed wordlessly, Simron concerned for Erol's health and Daxter worrying over Jak. If what Skytha had said was true, Daxter just prayed to the precursors that Jak would be all right. Making a move to walk by foot, Skytha blocked Erol's path, her heavy stance telling the commander she would not move.
"We waste time walking. Get on," she instructed, and without protest this time, Erol lifted himself onto her furry back, pulling up the two Ottsels to sit in front of him. Skytha took flight immediately afterwards, the sun already in the centre of the bright sky. It would be hot up there, but they had no choice, they realised. Spreading her massive wings, Skytha gained height, speeding through the air, breaking the mild wind rushing at her. Her mind raced from the previous battle, right up to the sudden appearance of that strange animal. If her suspicions were true, she hoped Jak would be ok.
Corad: Tres is one crazy dude...ain't that right Tres-man?
Tres: Negative.
Corad: What? Sure you are! I mean, there are many examples of why you're crazy...
Tres: Name One.
Corad: Um...there was that time...no wait, that was Abel...that time you tried to fight that vampire Mermaid! Now that was crazy!
Tres: My duty is to eliminate threats.
Corad: Yeah, but it was crazy anyway!
Tres: Negative.
Corad: What does that even mean? Explain it to me!
Tres: Negative.
Corad: Daarrgghhh!! (starts yanking out hair)
Sharok: Just give up Corad...he's a machine. He doesn't speak sense.
Tres: Negative. I speak more sense than you.
Sharok: What did you say?! Alright, it's on robo-man! You're going down!
Tres: Negative. You are already down.
Corad: This will probably take a while, so I'll end this now to save you all the insanity which will undoubtedly happen. I hope you all enjoyed this, and if you want to review, feel free. I'll be shortening the chapters soon too, since they're getting a little too long. Well, until nextime, I'll see you all later :D
