DiTS: Part 2
Max blinked. He looked around, noting the lack of lighting In the room, and the five fallen bodies surrounding a large chunk of metal. Not recognizing anything, he began to get nervous. That feeling escalated quickly when the bodies began to stir.
He jumped back, quickly drawing his blade from the sheathe on his back. As the five unusual, men stood, he got more and more nervous. Quickly reaching a breaking point, Max backed up against a wall with the blade tipped in their direction.
"Well," one patted himself off, much of his face invisible due to the mop of hair on his head, "We still don't know if it works, and now it's broken."
The tallest looked around, and, seeing Max, blinked, "I believe your proof stands in that corner, pointing a blade at us."
The others looked in his direction and one reached a claw-shaped hand toward his beard and piped up, "Relax, lad, we intend no harm."
"I have no idea where I am or who you are, so why should I trust you?" Max shook his head.
"We merely tested a dimensional device," the claw chuckled, "And you were our unwitting test subject."
"Unwilling you mean," Max snapped, "And you say you mean no harm. But really you've done harm already, by pulling me from my home to this strange place."
"We had made no plans to abduct you specifically," the claw suddenly reached for a piece of metal, shifting Max's focus to him and away from the tall one.
Taking advantage of this, the tall one rushed at Max, and smacked his arms aside, then threw the other fist at Max's face. This caused him to instinctively drop the sword to cover his face. Of course, the other man reached a fist for Max's midsection, and connected. This knocked Max to his knees, gasping for air.
"That wasn't nice," the mop head drawled, "Pointing a blade at us."
"You. haven't been. any kinder," Max whispered as he caught his breath, and made to stand.
Claw nodded, and the tall one reached for Max's neck, pressing on nerves and muscles, with just the right pressure to knock him out.
in Preventer's HQ
"That doesn't look good," the sandy blonde muttered.
"What?" a brunette walked over to investigate, "What's wrong, Sally?"
"Well," she pointed at a spot on the screen of the computer in front of her, "This little satellite, here, has recently shown signs suggesting inhabitation."
"And the problem is?"
"Well," Sally called up various pieces of information onto the screen, "Lady Une, they're just a bit too close to a few other, troublesome, places."
"I see," Une pondered the screen and suggested, "I wonder if it's enough to investigate?"
"If what's enough to investigate?" a black-haired young man walked into the room and conversation.
"This," again, Sally pointed at the screen. The man tried to look at it, but his eyes were at shoulder level to each woman, so he had to resort to other methods.
"Excuse me," he commented as he tapped their shoulders. They moved, shock clear on their faces.
"This is serious," the man looked at the screen for a few seconds, then reached for the buttons, typing quickly. The screen changed, but he continued typing.
"What?" the two women chorused in shock.
"What are you doing, Wufei?" Sally blinked.
"I'm investigating the satellite's characteristics and traits," Wufei stopped typing and stepped back.
"What did you find?" Lady Une asked.
"Investigation is not only advised," Wufei let out a puff of air, "but almost required. I recognized traits of preparation of Master O's. Chances are, it's all five of them together."
"Oh great," Sally rubbed her forehead.
"It gets worse," Wufei explained, "The only reason we know of its existence is because they want us to. It means they're ready for what they've got planned."
"Oh great," Lady Une unconsciously parroted.
"I'll contact the others," Wufei left the room.
Max blinked. He looked around, noting the lack of lighting In the room, and the five fallen bodies surrounding a large chunk of metal. Not recognizing anything, he began to get nervous. That feeling escalated quickly when the bodies began to stir.
He jumped back, quickly drawing his blade from the sheathe on his back. As the five unusual, men stood, he got more and more nervous. Quickly reaching a breaking point, Max backed up against a wall with the blade tipped in their direction.
"Well," one patted himself off, much of his face invisible due to the mop of hair on his head, "We still don't know if it works, and now it's broken."
The tallest looked around, and, seeing Max, blinked, "I believe your proof stands in that corner, pointing a blade at us."
The others looked in his direction and one reached a claw-shaped hand toward his beard and piped up, "Relax, lad, we intend no harm."
"I have no idea where I am or who you are, so why should I trust you?" Max shook his head.
"We merely tested a dimensional device," the claw chuckled, "And you were our unwitting test subject."
"Unwilling you mean," Max snapped, "And you say you mean no harm. But really you've done harm already, by pulling me from my home to this strange place."
"We had made no plans to abduct you specifically," the claw suddenly reached for a piece of metal, shifting Max's focus to him and away from the tall one.
Taking advantage of this, the tall one rushed at Max, and smacked his arms aside, then threw the other fist at Max's face. This caused him to instinctively drop the sword to cover his face. Of course, the other man reached a fist for Max's midsection, and connected. This knocked Max to his knees, gasping for air.
"That wasn't nice," the mop head drawled, "Pointing a blade at us."
"You. haven't been. any kinder," Max whispered as he caught his breath, and made to stand.
Claw nodded, and the tall one reached for Max's neck, pressing on nerves and muscles, with just the right pressure to knock him out.
in Preventer's HQ
"That doesn't look good," the sandy blonde muttered.
"What?" a brunette walked over to investigate, "What's wrong, Sally?"
"Well," she pointed at a spot on the screen of the computer in front of her, "This little satellite, here, has recently shown signs suggesting inhabitation."
"And the problem is?"
"Well," Sally called up various pieces of information onto the screen, "Lady Une, they're just a bit too close to a few other, troublesome, places."
"I see," Une pondered the screen and suggested, "I wonder if it's enough to investigate?"
"If what's enough to investigate?" a black-haired young man walked into the room and conversation.
"This," again, Sally pointed at the screen. The man tried to look at it, but his eyes were at shoulder level to each woman, so he had to resort to other methods.
"Excuse me," he commented as he tapped their shoulders. They moved, shock clear on their faces.
"This is serious," the man looked at the screen for a few seconds, then reached for the buttons, typing quickly. The screen changed, but he continued typing.
"What?" the two women chorused in shock.
"What are you doing, Wufei?" Sally blinked.
"I'm investigating the satellite's characteristics and traits," Wufei stopped typing and stepped back.
"What did you find?" Lady Une asked.
"Investigation is not only advised," Wufei let out a puff of air, "but almost required. I recognized traits of preparation of Master O's. Chances are, it's all five of them together."
"Oh great," Sally rubbed her forehead.
"It gets worse," Wufei explained, "The only reason we know of its existence is because they want us to. It means they're ready for what they've got planned."
"Oh great," Lady Une unconsciously parroted.
"I'll contact the others," Wufei left the room.
