*Horteka*
--I hope that Hans and Urala won't kill me when I return to the elder's hut. Maybe that was a little mean of me...--
Gilder saw three Ixa'takan children playing a movement game, and stopped to watch for a moment. They were in a triangle, and one of the children would lead the movement with the others copying until the first one turned and the leadership was passed on to another child.
--I wish that I could've played that game when I was a kid. It looks like fun.--
Gilder sighed and walked on, not wanting to dwell on his dark past.
--Even though I may have been a little harsh, it's obvious that the two of them are attracted to each other. Problem is, those two will never realize it without a little help. Urala is shy in general, and while very outgoing, Hans is very shy when it comes to matters of the heart. Despite being very good friends, the shyness still sometimes interferes with what they are willing to say to each other.--
Gilder descended the ladder behind the item shop, and soon emerged into the clearing where the Iron Clad had crashed at one point.
--This stinks. I leave needing a vacation, and I get thrown into this whole mess. Also, I have no way of escaping if Clara or those 'phoenix people' show up.--
"Expecting us, by any chance?"
Gilder whirled, and saw five people behind him, dressed the same way as the two in Yafutoma, with one major difference. These five each had a thick black belt around their waist, with two guns attached to it.
--Just the thing I need to make my day.--
"And I suppose that you want me to come with you this time as well? Fat chance," remarked the blue rogue. He drew his pistols and shot two of them dead on the spot.
The remaining three leaped into action, Gilder managing to nail the third one in time to avoid having his guts spilled open by the blade on the assassin's left hand. The fourth fell, taking a bullet to the chest soon after the third.
The fifth executed a series of back handsprings while saying, "I don't think so." Gilder merely raised an eyebrow and pulled the trigger on his right hand pistol.
Everything happened too fast. The captain on the Claudia heard a second gunshot just before his bullet connected. The assassin fell, his gun outstretched and smoking as searing pain shot up Gilder's leg. He fell to his knees in agony, and looked back at his legs.
His left knee had been shot, and was bleeding profusely. That was the last thing that Gilder saw before he passed out.
*On an unknown ship*
"Emergency, it's an emergency!"
"Damn you, I was asleep! This had better be worth it, my fellow captain."
The younger of the two was sweating and looking extremely nervous as he answered. "My apologies for waking you, but Gilder has successfully killed the team of five that we sent to eliminate him."
"Killed? Are you sure?"
The younger nodded furiously. "I checked the chips that we had implanted in their brains, and none of them responded."
"The life-monitoring chips weren't working? Then you're right... Gilder did manage to kill them."
"Wh-what should we do? Our helper isn't going to be pleased with us at all!"
"The answer is quite simple. We contact him."
"B-b-b-but..."
"We need his ideas. I don't care how scared you are of him, you are going to go contact Vigoro now."
--I hope that Hans and Urala won't kill me when I return to the elder's hut. Maybe that was a little mean of me...--
Gilder saw three Ixa'takan children playing a movement game, and stopped to watch for a moment. They were in a triangle, and one of the children would lead the movement with the others copying until the first one turned and the leadership was passed on to another child.
--I wish that I could've played that game when I was a kid. It looks like fun.--
Gilder sighed and walked on, not wanting to dwell on his dark past.
--Even though I may have been a little harsh, it's obvious that the two of them are attracted to each other. Problem is, those two will never realize it without a little help. Urala is shy in general, and while very outgoing, Hans is very shy when it comes to matters of the heart. Despite being very good friends, the shyness still sometimes interferes with what they are willing to say to each other.--
Gilder descended the ladder behind the item shop, and soon emerged into the clearing where the Iron Clad had crashed at one point.
--This stinks. I leave needing a vacation, and I get thrown into this whole mess. Also, I have no way of escaping if Clara or those 'phoenix people' show up.--
"Expecting us, by any chance?"
Gilder whirled, and saw five people behind him, dressed the same way as the two in Yafutoma, with one major difference. These five each had a thick black belt around their waist, with two guns attached to it.
--Just the thing I need to make my day.--
"And I suppose that you want me to come with you this time as well? Fat chance," remarked the blue rogue. He drew his pistols and shot two of them dead on the spot.
The remaining three leaped into action, Gilder managing to nail the third one in time to avoid having his guts spilled open by the blade on the assassin's left hand. The fourth fell, taking a bullet to the chest soon after the third.
The fifth executed a series of back handsprings while saying, "I don't think so." Gilder merely raised an eyebrow and pulled the trigger on his right hand pistol.
Everything happened too fast. The captain on the Claudia heard a second gunshot just before his bullet connected. The assassin fell, his gun outstretched and smoking as searing pain shot up Gilder's leg. He fell to his knees in agony, and looked back at his legs.
His left knee had been shot, and was bleeding profusely. That was the last thing that Gilder saw before he passed out.
*On an unknown ship*
"Emergency, it's an emergency!"
"Damn you, I was asleep! This had better be worth it, my fellow captain."
The younger of the two was sweating and looking extremely nervous as he answered. "My apologies for waking you, but Gilder has successfully killed the team of five that we sent to eliminate him."
"Killed? Are you sure?"
The younger nodded furiously. "I checked the chips that we had implanted in their brains, and none of them responded."
"The life-monitoring chips weren't working? Then you're right... Gilder did manage to kill them."
"Wh-what should we do? Our helper isn't going to be pleased with us at all!"
"The answer is quite simple. We contact him."
"B-b-b-but..."
"We need his ideas. I don't care how scared you are of him, you are going to go contact Vigoro now."