1 Episode Three: Hunting Games
Part Two: Bar Fight
ANTIMORPH FLAGSHIP, ANUBIS, ABOVE SKRIT NA HOMEWORLD, CONCORD DAWN, JULY FOURTH, 2000
DAVID
"Are you sure it's safe to land on Concord Dawn, Dave?" Asked Sara, suspecting a trap.
"Sure as shit. It's the Skrit Na planet, not part of the Empire, and, according to the data disk, no Yeerk Garrisons. The only thing we need to worry about is another one of those damn Bounty Hunters, like the ones we ran into in the Bajir Asteroid Belt."
See, two weeks ago, we had had a pretty bad mission, attempting to 'liberate' a cache of Yeerk weapons on one of the moons of Bajir, the Hork- Bajir world. It went bad. Only one crate made it out, and two bounty hunters, a Hawjabran and a Hork-Bajir Controller, had laid a trap for us. We managed to kill the Hawjabran and wound the Controller, and made it out all right.
So, I figured that we deserved some R & R. A little vacation. What better place than Concord Dawn? It's like a giant Las Vegas, old time cantina's and casino's, prostitution replica droids, maybe, if we were lucky, a few lone Human controllers in female body's. Not all Yeerks were in the military, and ever since Sauron 001 made his 'New Order' about a month ago, after the entire Council was mysteriously executed, save himself and Eushh 013, his right hand man, more Yeerks had been going out to non-imperial worlds and laying low, fearing assassination.
Hey, Yeerks need love to, you know. Besides, it was the fourth of July, great timing for a few days off.
"Un-identified ship, what is your cargo, destination, and point of origin?" Asked a shrill Na voice on the commlink.
"This is the AFV Anubis, our cargo is none of your concern, our origin is up your ass," replied LaRouche.
A few minutes later, " Set down in Delchure, docking bay 47."
And so we did.
ALEKS
We entered Chelzub's Cantina, and I felt like I was in an old time western. Aliens from dozens of worlds turned to look at us, Leerans, Andalites, Na and Skrit. Hawjabrans and Ongachics. Gervasid and Dayangs. Robots of all shapes and sizes.
They all turned to look at us.
The six of us stared, but David walked up to the Na bartender, staring menacingly at us.
"You know who I am?" David asked.
"We all know, everyone knowsm you are, Mr. Taggart, Sir. We all know. You got the biggest bounty on 'ya, best be sure my boys don't turn you in."
"I don't think that would be wise. If the six of us could destroy two Yeerk Pools, a pool ship, nearly a hundred Bug Fighters, and a Yeerk moon base single handedly, surely we could take you all on."
The Na grimaced.
"Alright. What do you and your men drink?"
"Hawjabran Ale, make it spicy."
I walked up to the bartender, "Yeah, and do you have any of the Terra Firman drug called Heroin? I'm low and I know some Dayang's trade it."
"Maybe, maybe we have some. Expensive, but for you, only six credits a frell, if any is in store."
"Good."
We sat around for an hour or so, drinking complementary Ale, smoking some Ongachic drug called Silmarillion, or gambling.
We always won.
All seemed well until the door burst open, and there stood one hell of a huge Gervasid, armed with a Drac Pike and a Crossbow. Two massive heavy Dracon beams adorned his belt, along with a flamethrower and numerous grenades and gas cylinders.
"Who the fuck is that?" I asked a Hawjabran sitting next to me.
"That's Tak Sistranus, the best Bounty Hunter in the galaxy," he replied in awe.
"Wow. He looks like a mean customer," said Sara, "How come the Yeerks don't use them?"
"He's a Gervasid- a class one species like the Skrit Na. He can't be infested. They control half of Pentasera, while the Empire controls the other half, the Sstram side."
Sistranus walked up and down the bar, his massive form just below the ceiling.
Suddenly, a massive tail shot out of the base of his spine, grabbing a Na in the corner.
"What? What? What is it? I didn't do anything!" The Na cried, as he was dragged closer to the Bounty Hunter.
"You de-flowered the daughter of the Na ambassador to the Empire. He has placed a bounty of ten thousand credits on your head. Can you pay higher?" The Gervasid snarled.
"Wha? No! I can't pay higher, I'm only sixteen!"
"Too bad."
Held in the massive tail, Tak Sistranus took his three taloned claw and ripped the young Na's head off.
Every face in the bar looked at him with shock.
"I may remind you, that the bounty was only on his head."
The dead body fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes, placing the head in a satchel on his back.
Sistranus looked towards David, sitting and drinking Ale.
"How fortunate. Two bounty's in one hole."
LaROUCHE
"Oh, fuck! Not another one!" Cried Aleks, "Now we have to kick his ass!"
"Bring it on, filthy dog! I'll rip ya a new ass-pipe!"
"If you want David, you'll have to come through me!" Growled Skorre.
"And me!" I stood up.
"Me, too!" Said Sara.
"All the Antimorphs in one hole. Sirex's legacy. The last little vintage of that devil. Now, I will have my bounty, and my revenge!"
He drew his Drac Pike, and hurled it though the air like a javalin at David.
Part Two: Bar Fight
ANTIMORPH FLAGSHIP, ANUBIS, ABOVE SKRIT NA HOMEWORLD, CONCORD DAWN, JULY FOURTH, 2000
DAVID
"Are you sure it's safe to land on Concord Dawn, Dave?" Asked Sara, suspecting a trap.
"Sure as shit. It's the Skrit Na planet, not part of the Empire, and, according to the data disk, no Yeerk Garrisons. The only thing we need to worry about is another one of those damn Bounty Hunters, like the ones we ran into in the Bajir Asteroid Belt."
See, two weeks ago, we had had a pretty bad mission, attempting to 'liberate' a cache of Yeerk weapons on one of the moons of Bajir, the Hork- Bajir world. It went bad. Only one crate made it out, and two bounty hunters, a Hawjabran and a Hork-Bajir Controller, had laid a trap for us. We managed to kill the Hawjabran and wound the Controller, and made it out all right.
So, I figured that we deserved some R & R. A little vacation. What better place than Concord Dawn? It's like a giant Las Vegas, old time cantina's and casino's, prostitution replica droids, maybe, if we were lucky, a few lone Human controllers in female body's. Not all Yeerks were in the military, and ever since Sauron 001 made his 'New Order' about a month ago, after the entire Council was mysteriously executed, save himself and Eushh 013, his right hand man, more Yeerks had been going out to non-imperial worlds and laying low, fearing assassination.
Hey, Yeerks need love to, you know. Besides, it was the fourth of July, great timing for a few days off.
"Un-identified ship, what is your cargo, destination, and point of origin?" Asked a shrill Na voice on the commlink.
"This is the AFV Anubis, our cargo is none of your concern, our origin is up your ass," replied LaRouche.
A few minutes later, " Set down in Delchure, docking bay 47."
And so we did.
ALEKS
We entered Chelzub's Cantina, and I felt like I was in an old time western. Aliens from dozens of worlds turned to look at us, Leerans, Andalites, Na and Skrit. Hawjabrans and Ongachics. Gervasid and Dayangs. Robots of all shapes and sizes.
They all turned to look at us.
The six of us stared, but David walked up to the Na bartender, staring menacingly at us.
"You know who I am?" David asked.
"We all know, everyone knowsm you are, Mr. Taggart, Sir. We all know. You got the biggest bounty on 'ya, best be sure my boys don't turn you in."
"I don't think that would be wise. If the six of us could destroy two Yeerk Pools, a pool ship, nearly a hundred Bug Fighters, and a Yeerk moon base single handedly, surely we could take you all on."
The Na grimaced.
"Alright. What do you and your men drink?"
"Hawjabran Ale, make it spicy."
I walked up to the bartender, "Yeah, and do you have any of the Terra Firman drug called Heroin? I'm low and I know some Dayang's trade it."
"Maybe, maybe we have some. Expensive, but for you, only six credits a frell, if any is in store."
"Good."
We sat around for an hour or so, drinking complementary Ale, smoking some Ongachic drug called Silmarillion, or gambling.
We always won.
All seemed well until the door burst open, and there stood one hell of a huge Gervasid, armed with a Drac Pike and a Crossbow. Two massive heavy Dracon beams adorned his belt, along with a flamethrower and numerous grenades and gas cylinders.
"Who the fuck is that?" I asked a Hawjabran sitting next to me.
"That's Tak Sistranus, the best Bounty Hunter in the galaxy," he replied in awe.
"Wow. He looks like a mean customer," said Sara, "How come the Yeerks don't use them?"
"He's a Gervasid- a class one species like the Skrit Na. He can't be infested. They control half of Pentasera, while the Empire controls the other half, the Sstram side."
Sistranus walked up and down the bar, his massive form just below the ceiling.
Suddenly, a massive tail shot out of the base of his spine, grabbing a Na in the corner.
"What? What? What is it? I didn't do anything!" The Na cried, as he was dragged closer to the Bounty Hunter.
"You de-flowered the daughter of the Na ambassador to the Empire. He has placed a bounty of ten thousand credits on your head. Can you pay higher?" The Gervasid snarled.
"Wha? No! I can't pay higher, I'm only sixteen!"
"Too bad."
Held in the massive tail, Tak Sistranus took his three taloned claw and ripped the young Na's head off.
Every face in the bar looked at him with shock.
"I may remind you, that the bounty was only on his head."
The dead body fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes, placing the head in a satchel on his back.
Sistranus looked towards David, sitting and drinking Ale.
"How fortunate. Two bounty's in one hole."
LaROUCHE
"Oh, fuck! Not another one!" Cried Aleks, "Now we have to kick his ass!"
"Bring it on, filthy dog! I'll rip ya a new ass-pipe!"
"If you want David, you'll have to come through me!" Growled Skorre.
"And me!" I stood up.
"Me, too!" Said Sara.
"All the Antimorphs in one hole. Sirex's legacy. The last little vintage of that devil. Now, I will have my bounty, and my revenge!"
He drew his Drac Pike, and hurled it though the air like a javalin at David.