A new day was dawning.

Although at the bottom of the smog you couldn't see it. Rakat looked out onto the lighter grey fog that was rolling past her window. Zorg was snoring softly on the small couch near the door. Rakat held the gun tightly in her lap and wondered what she had gotten herself into.

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't hear Zorg's snores stop.

"You been up long?" he asked her in his drawl. Rakat's head snapped towards him, her heart quickened.

"You scared me," she said, turning her body towards where he was sitting.

"Why didn't you wake me?" Zorg asked, scratching his face, where a shadow of a beard was growing. Rakat just shrugged.

"I thought you might have liked a little bit of a rest, seeing as you won't be able to rest for a while," she said, "being on the run is no good for resting"

Zorg nodded in agreement. Rakat pulled out a large knife from her leg sheath and threw it to Zorg, who fumbled.

"A beard isn't a good look for you, Zorg," she said. Zorg rubbed his chin,

"I think it might be, seeing as I'm wanted"

"Your clothes wont match, nor will your hair," she eyed his fashionable hairstyle, "you're a Grade-A fop"

Zorg's face was deep in thought for a moment.

"It'll all have to go"

Rakat didn't think that he was being serious, until he got up and locked himself in the bathroom. She knew that Zorg had a reputation for being fashionable and sophisticated in everything he did. Now he was going to ditch it all. She heard the water running, then much cursing coming from the bathroom. Looking towards the window, Rakat prepared to wait.

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It was mid morning when the bathroom door opened again. Rakat was dreading what Zorg looked like. She would rather him looking like a business man than anything else, it just suited him. She turned her head and instantly tried to hold her face still.

Zorg had left his stubble, but cut his hair. He had removed the fashionable head piece and tried to place his hair so it covered the shaven side, cutting it so it didn't hang long. His clothed were still the same, very messy and dirty from the harsh environment it had been through.

Rakat thought he looked ridiculous, she wondered if it actually took him that long to cut his hair.

"Well, I failed," he drawled. Rakat shook her head, trying not to smile.

"Oh no," she lied, "you look fine… Hey, hows about you let me help?"

Zorg just scowled at her.

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After she had given him some different clothes, Zorg didn't look half bad. At least better than he did before, Rakat didn't think that anyone would notice him.

Hopefully no one knew he was travelling in her ship. Rakat hadn't been to New York in seven years, so she didn't think they would know.

Zorg now sat on the couch with a cigarette between his teeth, his fashionable clothes replaced with a long pair of trousers, grey shirt and brown leather jacket. Rakat couldn't look at his hair without laughing, so he gave him a woollen hat, which was pulled low. He didn't look half bad, Rakat had thought to herself.

"We better go now," Rakat told him. Zorg took a last drag of the cigarette and stubbed it out on the arm of the couch.

"Where to first?" she continued, as she closed the door and locked it, for maybe another few years. They briskly walked down the dark hallway towards the ship dock.

"Warehouse, we need some guns," Zorg said.

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Rakat's ship had made it to one of Zorg's warehouses. By flying low and taking back streets they had got to the warehouse without raising any attention.

The warehouse was sandwiched between rows of others; there were many boxes and crates piled up with a few men in moving vehicles towing other containers around.

There was a large space in front of one of the large warehouse doors, where Rakat lowered the small fighter ship. The doors opened and both Rakat and Zorg stepped out.

"Don't take too long," Rakat said, with a rough undertone. She didn't like the slums.

Zorg patted his chest to see if the gun holster Rakat had given him was still there. It was, along with the gun. He limped his way towards the half open roller doors with the number '14' written on the side.

Zorg lit a cigarette as he went inside.

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Rakat glanced around. She didn't enjoy going to places like this, always too much cover and too many shifty character. Movement from the workers made Rakat reach assuring to her gun at her waist.

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Zorg's eyes adjusted to the dark showroom. There were many clean steel shipping containers stacked in the large room, making it dark and crowded. Zorg spied an office, with lights spilling through half open blinds.

Stalking over to the door, he listened at the voices inside before knocking. The murmuring stopped and a voice cried out,

"Enter".

Zorg dropped his cigarette and stood on it. With one sweeping movement, he opened the door, stepped inside and closed it again. He was faced with a man pointing a gun at him. Actually, there were two men, but one couldn't lift a gun, let alone shoot it. The man pointing the gun was Rusty; he was a large black man with a bald head. He let out a laugh and lowered his gun.

"Zorg, I would never in a million years expect you to show up," his southern accent deep, as he nodded to the other man, "Lefty and I had no idea".

Lefty, the other man, had no arms. His shirt sleeves were rolled up and pinned; he rolled a cigarette around on his lips and took a drag.

Zorg looked to both of them in turn.

"What do you mean?"

Lefty stared at Zorg,

"You mean, you don't know?" his voice tone quiet, he glanced to Rusty who returned the glance, "being wanted all over the galaxy for multiple murders and terror plots."

Zorg just blinked,

"Oh, thank god, I thought you were talking about something else" he let out a laugh, which was joined, nervously, by the other two.

"I've come here for guns"

"Zorg, I don't know if you know, but many of the men around here are sleazy bags. I bet right now they're out there planning to get that bounty on you. You shouldn't even be here, we're trying to save your butt and ship all this stuff out," Rusty told him in a gruff voice.

"I know, and I thank you both. But I need some guns. Don't worry, I have protection," Zorg said, taking a look out of the blinds.

"Who?" Lefty asked, blowing out smoke.

"Rakat Dell," said Zorg, turning back to them. Both were silent

"You're kidding," Rusty said, Lefty just breathed deeply on his smoke.

"Nope, the Bounty Queen herself is saving my ass,"

"You sure about that?"

"Well, we have an agreement," Zorg said with a smug smile. Both Lefty and Rusty looked at each other, Rusty then nodded and stood up.

"Follow then," Rusty led Zorg back out onto the showroom while Lefty stayed in the office.

"You know me and Lefty would do anything for you," Rusty told Zorg, weaving their way further into the storage containers, "after the F-X War that we fought. I mean, geez man, what we wouldn't do for you." Zorg just nodded as his mechanical leg clinked along.

"I won't forget soon," he said, "right now all I need is a few supplies".

"That's what I mean, man. Why not just go and live a normal life. What I mean is, let go of your name, get yourself a wife and go live where no ones ever heard of Jean-Baptiste Emanuel Zorg," Rusty said, stopping at a large shipping container, which he proceeded to open.

"You know I can't do that, Rusty. I've paid to get into the life I've always wanted and I won't let anyone push me out again," Zorg said furiously. Rusty stood silent, his back towards Zorg as he was busy with the container. Once open he took out a flashlight from his belt and stepped inside.

"Most of it's here," he said, pointing to different parts, "there's the guns, that's some of the money you printed off, and over there are some other illegal supplies"

Zorg was already rummaging around.

"You got something I can carry stuff in?" he asked. Rusty just pointed to some duffle bags on a crate. Zorg took on and stuffed it with a number of illegal devices.

Rusty began to close up the container when a series of gun shots echoed. Zorg shouldered the bag and both he and Rusty ran to the front, where Lefty was standing.

"What's happened?" asked Lefty. Rusty just shook his head as he slipped his gun to his hand and stepped outside with Zorg, two more shots rung out.

Rakat was crouching behind a large crate, where she quickly popped up and took another shot at a group of men who were spread around hiding behind objects. There were taking shots at Rakat, but she had downed four men, while they had only succeeded in putting holes in the crate she was hidden behind.

"We have to leave, Zorg," she yelled in her grizzly voice. Some of the men spotted Zorg and Rusty and started to take shots at them. Zorg and Rusty ducked behind a towing machine.

"You weren't kidding, Zorg. You really have Rakat Dell," Rusty said with a grin. Zorg let out a curt laugh while he took the gun from his holster. Both men waited for the bullets to stop hitting the machine, and they raised their guns and took shots at the remaining men. Rusty shot two, while Zorg used his gun to good use and downed the rest of them.

Getting up from behind the machine they joined Rakat.

"Rakat, this is Rusty. I fought with him in the F-X War," Zorg said, wiping the sweat from his head. Rakat and Rusty exchanged nods.

"I'm glad to be of service to an F-X War veteran," Rakat told him, extending her hand. Rusty shook it.

"Please excuse me," she said, and she made her way into the fighter ship. Zorg turned to fund Rusty grinning at him.

"Rakat Dell, eh?" he said, slyly, "I'd give anything to see what you two will get up to"

"Why not come?"

"I can't, man. Lefty and I are in this together. We're going to clean up your mess and go live the rest of our lives. But we'll come in arms, if you ever need us too," Rusty said, giving a slap to Zorg's back, "see ya man"

Zorg just nodded,

"Say goodbye to Lefty. I'll send a postcard,"

Zorg entered the fighter ship, which was now humming and blasting fumes into the air.

Rusty stood on the platform as the ship rose. He was sure he hadn't heard the last of Zorg.

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Oh, Zorg make-over. I don't know, I like him as the gay evil man, but I thought he might need something more practical if he was going to run from the law… Eh, it just flowed out of me it's not my fault --;

Thanks to reviewers again, I like reviews. Give me some ideas on what should happen, or what you though of it. I like constructive criticism. thanks again!

The F-X War is just something made up. It was a war that helped Earth gain more planet territories, and defend against hostile aliens. Zorg was in it as a young boy, and so were Rusty and Lefty. Zorg saw that weapons in warfare were pretty crappy, so he decided to make his living out of producing new and better products.