heheheh sorry for the super late update, yup here it is the lame flash back thing, ready go, and O.o i have to find creative ways to get all the armour and gun mods in the story, cause i'm doing every thing out of order and crap. grrrr! i wropte this chapter 18 time! with difrent flash back s and stuff and this is the one i liked the best, so with out further adue i bring you the flash back that almost wasn't.
Get Your Freak On Chapter 21- the flash back that almost wasn't
Clue glanced over at the dark haired young man in the blue hat. They could of passed for brothers. With the same build, matching hair and demonic grin it was kind of ironic that there was no shared blood between them. As far as either knew.
The rickety dune buggy launched over another dune, Clue grit his teeth and braced for impact. The vehicle landed with a heavy thump and nearly propelled him into the windshield.
"You mind not getting us killed before we get there Eric!" the other dark haired boy in the hat yelled toward the driver.
"I only got one bloody arm, give me a break!" the sandy haired pilot hollered back.
"That's your excuse for every thing!" Clue hollered back at him sourly.
"No sometimes he blames it on being drunk," a pixie like face with the complexion of a cocoa goddess peeked around the passenger chair. Twin ringlets of dark hair framed her faced, while crimson tattoos danced across her cheek and scrawled up the sides of her unusually short pointy ears, "but that one arm thing gets him more sympathy."
"So help me Lola I'll cut that tongue out of your head," Eric yelled at her. All three warriors burst out in chuckles in the tense atmosphere.
The vehicle had a large interior, most of which was filled up with two large machines that both cradled a small zoomer. Just enough room remained behind the seats for the two to stand. The vehicle came to a sudden stop. Clue rammed into his companions back and landed in a heap on the floor.
"Well, guess your uncle didn't lie when he said it would be a party." The older man said as he stared at the black mass converging on the dune before them. It was like the sand had come to life in a writhing mass of black. The dark skinned girl glared out across the desert at it, she pulled a large gun up from beneath the seat and began to load it.
Clue's face brightened in a dark way, the sound of several other vehicles coming to a stop were heard, he gave a glance to his companion with the hat.
"Now, first rule of combat, don't die…" the sandy haired man with the grizzled face said with mock concern. He gave a grin. The tattooed woman shifted to accommodate for the large primitive gun she held, she propped herself up so one foot dangled out the window.
Clue clapped a heavy leather gloved hand on his shoulder, "come on Reece, lets go show that stiff of an uncle whose the best zoomer pilots," he pulled the nervous youths hat down over his eyes as eyes and dashed toward the machines at the rear.
"Right," Reece fixed his hat and jumped onto a blue Zoomer beside Clue's, the machines took up most of the space in the vehicle save where they had been standing. Clue reached over the controls, gave the propeller a spin, and felt it rumble to life beneath him.
"You gona fly those things or wait till those bloody things are all over us…." The one armed driver yelled at them.
"Just go!" Reece yelled holding back a bad case of nerves.
"You mean charge?" he called back stubbornly.
"YES EXACLY THAT!" the woman in the front yelled losing her patients. The vehicle took off with a jerk, the sounds of numerous other vehicles sounded behind them.
Clue slammed his fist on to a large button, and the mechanism holding the zoomers slowly began to move as the vehicle picked up speed. He pulled his goggles over his face.
"So you ready for this," Reece said as he quickly flipped the bulky gunner equipment into place on his zoomer.
"Do I have to answer" Clue said icily as he flicked a few more buttons. Reece groaned inside, why did he always have to be so calm like that. He pulled the goggles over his head. It was like he was a whole other person sometimes.
"You freaks of nature ready?" Eric yelled back. Reece looked up suddenly and realized with a sinking feeling and that his stomach was being thrown into his throat as he had was ejected from the side of the vehicle.
The wind whipped by his face as he barrel rolled out of the armored dune buggy. There was nothing greater than this feeling for Clue. There was just something about an oncoming battle that made him feel so much more alive. Made every thing seem clearer. He hit the accelerator and raced past the vehicle that he had been expelled from and towards the black wave that was the metal head onslaught.
Nearby a small army of armed zoomer pilots burst from the sides of the bulky dune buggies. In turn, each one activated the large mounted gattling gun that rose out of the machines hood with synchronized precision.
Fifty zoomers raced ahead of the armored vehicles, across the flat sands toward a mountain of advancing metal heads. Primitive crawling things, mounted on tripod like feet, some looked as if they had been forcefully fused with centipedes and other insects of the exoskeleton variety. Then in a simultaneous boom, the beasts opened fire.
Clue swore and rolled to the left, as the air was pocked with a maze of searing purple lights. He heard a scream, and a yellow A-grav zoomer swerved in front of him bright flames streaking from the tail end. The struck machine drove itself into the ground with an explosion.
Clue grit his teeth. If he could make it through this, he could do anything. Prove to every one back home that he wasn't some tag along or some hyperactive freak to take advantage of. This battle would make him a man, or so he hoped.
He wove through the purple shots with impossible agility. You had to be quick to even make it in range of the metal heads; fortunately, quick was something Clue could do. He mentally willed the A-grav go faster, he was still out of range.
He felt the familiar crackle on the back of his neck, he grinned, and pushed the feeling don into his hands and into the zoomer. He felt the zoomer baulk beneath him as it rocketed ahead of the others.
He mentally counted seconds and judged the distance, and opened fire. As the others caught up and came into range, they took the incentive and backed him up with a barrage of fire. He took a quick glance behind him; they were down to less than thirty a-gravs. He spotted a blue hat donned pilot and assured himself.
He picked up firing again and went into a corkscrew, aimed straight at the enemy. Over the explosion of fire and the roaring engine beneath him, he could hear the wailing shrieks of the dieing creatures.
He banked right and flew parallel to the advancing edge of the horde. His fist had a white-knuckle grip on the handlebars as he shot the feet out form under the closest beasts, straight down the line. He continued to fire as the rank behind the fallen bests over took them, trampling and mangling their comrades bodies as they advanced. The ranks of the pilots went about the same strategy, weaving and dodging about the fire as they barraged the ranks with an onslaught of blue eco projectiles.
Reece had seen Clues sweep of the entire metal head front and had a much better idea. Before he hit the first ranks, he banked right, and swept low to the ground. He rolled his a-grav to the right so he hung off at a peculiar angle and had a side ways view of the black and metallic sea heading for him. He shut his eyes and let a hand lazily sweep across the sand. The graining substance grating against his fingers, only encouraging the burning feeling he summoned up.
Suddenly Reece opened his eyes, shot up toward the sky, as fast as his zoomer would take him. He leaned back from his machine and peered back down as the metal heads past his line in the sand.
The first ones hit the line with a wail, and an explosion of fire. They stumbled forward and fell as the rank behind them came to the same fate as the first. Rank after rank stumbled across there burnt and charred comrades. He watched the ground take the place of the sky as he flipped the a-grav up and around and rocketed back toward the body of the army.
The pilots harassed a large centipede like beast like a swarm of small annoying bees. Reece saw them and headed in. he spotted Clue coming towards the large metal head, and picked up his speed.
Clue opened fire on the metal head as he made a pass. The things flexible body wrenched it self around in attempts to swat the zoomers away. Reece went in for a pass behind and slightly below two other pilots. The beast let out a great roar, and with its massive pincers lunged out and snatched the zoomer to his right.
The machine crunched between the metal heads jaws and the pilot let out a blood-curdling scream. Reece swerved to the right, barreled past two others and nearly ran into another pilot. He spun his vehicle around as a new wave of fire crashed down on the monster.
Below him the armored dune buggies let out rounds of high-powered mortars, explosions racked the air almost constantly. The metal heads had yet to advance past Reece's line in the sand.
Clue went in for another pass on the largest creature on the battlefield; he approached it with alarming speed. He readied his finger on the trigger. Suddenly another pilot swooped by on a purple a-grav, firing like a mad man at the beast's head, the made loud hollow pining noises on the large neon yellow gem in its fore head. Suddenly the skull gem exploded into a thousand sparkly yellow fragments.
Clue hit the brake as hard as physically possible. The metal head went into a fit of convulsions, its large insect like head flailed out and crashed into it's slayer's vehicle, sending the pilot flying. Its long body rose up and twisted about its self like a possessed snake. Clue saw a thick black coil lined with thousands of tiny les rise up from the sand; he swerved away and directly into another.
The crash was sudden and so abrupt that he would never be entirely sure what happened, only that he found himself half buried in the sand next to a totaled zoomer an instant later.
He sat up painfully and pulled off his goggles, not really comprehending his situation. The explosions and howls of the dieing creatures where so loud he could barley hear himself think. Pain registered in his right arm, but seemed far away.
Out of the corner off his eye, he caught movement, he reached to his hip instinctively, but his blaster was gone. He looked up again in a panic, a large mutated looking creature moved quickly towards him on its tripod like legs. Viscous yellow eyes glared down at him.
He froze.
Just stared at the alien like creature before him as it fired a sickly purple blast at him, he watched it fly toward him with agonizingly slow speed. It caught him in the shoulder and rippled across his body. It made his fingers go numb and slid across him like cold motor oil. A cold sick feeling that slithered and crackled across his body, so cold yet he could feel it burning though him. Then nothing.
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"Hey! You okay!" some one shook him.
"It just grabbed him, and, um and, it, then, it shook him with its mind powers," the otsel waved his arms around melodramatically pointing from the downed wasteland and back to the statue.
"…Mar…" he groaned, Jak missed the questioning tone in his voice.
Clue hauled himself into a sitting position, "You okay?" Jak asked again, with a hand still on his should
"Don't touch me." Clue shrugged off his hand and clenched his fists tighter. His face was still a bloody mess. Jak glared back at him as he stumbled up to his feet.
Jak straightened up from his crouch and watched him make his way toward the doorway. Jak followed him through the winding hallways silently. It disturbed him that precursors would attack some one.
It wasn't till they entered a large circular room open to the sky that he said any thing, "Clue? What the hell is going on?"
He stopped suddenly in the middle of the room and turned, "I have absolutely no clue." The blood on his face was starting to dry into a gory mask.
Jak watched him stalk off toward the large metal doors. They were only locked from the outside and opened when he neared them.
Jak held his temper and followed him back out into the dry air of the desert. An uneasy silence passed between all three of them as they mounted their leapers and made the difficult leap over the waterfall and over the small islands leading back to the main land. Only the leapers seemed to be enjoying themselves.
Jak took the lead as Cacti thumped across the sand. Both men brooded as they traveled, in a way only men like them could brood.
He slowed when he saw Clue climbing up the ridge toward the marauder camp. Jak hurriedly followed him. Clue looked down at the small city of brightly colored tents.
He turned his leaper and faced them, "hey,"' he yelled, with a flash of blue he threw something at him, "I don't need it."
Jak snatched it out of the air and looked at it, a Vulcan furry mod. He furrowed his brows, "Thanks…" he looked up but Clue was already racing uninvited down into the marauder camp.
"That guy is messed." Daxter proclaimed from his shoulder.
"Besides galloping into a marauder camp," Jak asked sarcastically as he pulled the morph gun off his back.
"No," the otsel said, "back at the temple…" he trailed off, Clue and his leaper were just a little black blob now.
"Oh?" Jak clicked the new mod into place and looked at his companion.
"There's something weird about him, Jak, his hands…." The otsel trailed off again.
"Out with it already." He grumbled, returning the gun to his back.
He turned his leaper back toward the bright red beacon that he knew would lead him back to the city. He listened to Dax as he rode, He raised one eyebrow in curiosity then began to brood for the rest of the trip.