Chapter 11
Anton's heart dropped as the Phantom landed, he saw a trail of destruction leading from the entrance and in. Something told him that his life was going to get a bit more interesting.
"Trouble," he said into the comms, holding his voice as steady as he could, "We have a problem."
"What kind of." Trouble said as he walked up, ".oh!"
"Exactly," Anton whispered with a groan, "We've apparently been beaten to the punch, and now this is going to get far more interesting."
The craft powered down, its optical cloaking devise was powered, rendering the craft invisible by natural light. With a hiss of escaped steam the hatch descended.
"Third floor, Women's Shoes, White Goods, and Fowl Residence," Anton said with a slight smile as he climbed out, Trouble and Holly in tow, Grub was still to freaked out to get past Opal Koboi's corpse.
The wreckage of the gate was scattered even past the spot they had landed at. It was damaged by what appeared to be damaged by a weapon similar to his own blade, which, by the way, was back strapped to his side.
"Our problems appear to be intertwined," Anton said continuing his calm, collected exterior, "These marks appear to be made with the same weapon that killed Miss. Koboi."
"How do you know that?"
Anton held up his Icon Prostar and opened it to reveal the computer.
"Blade match is identical due to damage, it's a fresh blade as well, composed of a mixture of mythril and iron."
"How do you know that?"
"Identical composition to my own blade, different type though, mine is made for finesse, that one is designed for maximum damage."
"Any other clues hotshot?" Holly grunted at him.
"I'm betting on something wielded two hands, smaller than a Scottish Claymore though," Anton whispered with a shrug as he ran his fingers over a deep gash in the stone, though he kept on, "Either a Bastard Sword or a Great Sword, not to shabby of a weapon though its use still has a very rough edge to it, no skill at all."
"So any clue as to what we're looking for?" Trouble asked with a grimace as he saw a cut in solid marble that was deeper than his arm was long.
"Either someone with a lot of strength, chems or another psion."
"Chems?"
"Drugs designed to make someone seem superhuman, strips them of their humanity though."
"Who would use them then?"
"Why would people want to use any drug?"
"Good point."
They reached the ruins of the front door as a groan left it.
"Well," Trouble commented, trying to sound cheerful, "At least someone is alive."
"Hopefully they stay that way, go drag Grub out of the ship and grab the gurneys, I'll check on those inside."
"I've got a bad feeling about this one," Trouble muttered under his breath as he and Holly headed back.
"Those are cursed words," Anton whispered as he winced while walking in, "Just like, 'how could things get any worse'."
* * * * *
Alexi Stukolv was getting bored. When Lucas had given him a blade and told him to eliminate someone for him, he had thought that it meant an all out assault. The man had meant skulking around and laying in wait like a common mugger, it was despicable and degrading.
He heard voices as he felt the power enter him, a leather clad figure entered underneath him, their were three voices, though only one figure entered, and this one appeared to be armed.
He transformed, the blade he held was one of the older ones, one called the serpent.
Instantly black, jade, and silver armor encased him as he leaped over the balcony to land in front of the man, the simple double edged broadsword free of its sheath and ready to kill the one who had come.
* * * * *
Anton managed to draw his blade and stop the first blow from killing him. As it was, he was thrown out of the entrance to slam into a fountain, demolishing it in the process.
He focused his mind, drawing forth the power of the blade, he was ready to show that punk what a Gun Knight could really do.
Anton's heart dropped as the Phantom landed, he saw a trail of destruction leading from the entrance and in. Something told him that his life was going to get a bit more interesting.
"Trouble," he said into the comms, holding his voice as steady as he could, "We have a problem."
"What kind of." Trouble said as he walked up, ".oh!"
"Exactly," Anton whispered with a groan, "We've apparently been beaten to the punch, and now this is going to get far more interesting."
The craft powered down, its optical cloaking devise was powered, rendering the craft invisible by natural light. With a hiss of escaped steam the hatch descended.
"Third floor, Women's Shoes, White Goods, and Fowl Residence," Anton said with a slight smile as he climbed out, Trouble and Holly in tow, Grub was still to freaked out to get past Opal Koboi's corpse.
The wreckage of the gate was scattered even past the spot they had landed at. It was damaged by what appeared to be damaged by a weapon similar to his own blade, which, by the way, was back strapped to his side.
"Our problems appear to be intertwined," Anton said continuing his calm, collected exterior, "These marks appear to be made with the same weapon that killed Miss. Koboi."
"How do you know that?"
Anton held up his Icon Prostar and opened it to reveal the computer.
"Blade match is identical due to damage, it's a fresh blade as well, composed of a mixture of mythril and iron."
"How do you know that?"
"Identical composition to my own blade, different type though, mine is made for finesse, that one is designed for maximum damage."
"Any other clues hotshot?" Holly grunted at him.
"I'm betting on something wielded two hands, smaller than a Scottish Claymore though," Anton whispered with a shrug as he ran his fingers over a deep gash in the stone, though he kept on, "Either a Bastard Sword or a Great Sword, not to shabby of a weapon though its use still has a very rough edge to it, no skill at all."
"So any clue as to what we're looking for?" Trouble asked with a grimace as he saw a cut in solid marble that was deeper than his arm was long.
"Either someone with a lot of strength, chems or another psion."
"Chems?"
"Drugs designed to make someone seem superhuman, strips them of their humanity though."
"Who would use them then?"
"Why would people want to use any drug?"
"Good point."
They reached the ruins of the front door as a groan left it.
"Well," Trouble commented, trying to sound cheerful, "At least someone is alive."
"Hopefully they stay that way, go drag Grub out of the ship and grab the gurneys, I'll check on those inside."
"I've got a bad feeling about this one," Trouble muttered under his breath as he and Holly headed back.
"Those are cursed words," Anton whispered as he winced while walking in, "Just like, 'how could things get any worse'."
* * * * *
Alexi Stukolv was getting bored. When Lucas had given him a blade and told him to eliminate someone for him, he had thought that it meant an all out assault. The man had meant skulking around and laying in wait like a common mugger, it was despicable and degrading.
He heard voices as he felt the power enter him, a leather clad figure entered underneath him, their were three voices, though only one figure entered, and this one appeared to be armed.
He transformed, the blade he held was one of the older ones, one called the serpent.
Instantly black, jade, and silver armor encased him as he leaped over the balcony to land in front of the man, the simple double edged broadsword free of its sheath and ready to kill the one who had come.
* * * * *
Anton managed to draw his blade and stop the first blow from killing him. As it was, he was thrown out of the entrance to slam into a fountain, demolishing it in the process.
He focused his mind, drawing forth the power of the blade, he was ready to show that punk what a Gun Knight could really do.