Chapter 1
A LONG DAY OF INCIDENTS
" Ach! Sonofa….!"
The noises startled Lokir, forcing him to wake up from his nap. He and his companions, Tora and Grime, were on their way to the jungle for the hunting quest. Lokir grunted a bit as he check his equipments, for it has been an unpleasant ride. He jump out of the carriage and turn to see his fellows hunter and the driver, which is a Felyne, with a troubled look on their faces.
"Ok, so…. What did we hit? Kelbi? Mosswine? Or someone?" Lokir asked. Even though he's annoyed, it don't seem to affect his humor.
"A goddamn gigantic hole would be the answer"Tora answers
Lokir walk toward and see their problem. The hole is in the middle of their road, and the surprised impact with the hole took the carriage's wheels off.
"Nya, I'm sorry but I cant fix this. I surpose you can only walk to your camp" The felyne said
Grime stand up and said to his friends :" Well, its not like it can get any worst"
The trio takes off into the bushes, make their way to the degsinated campsite. The contract detail said their camp is an outpost of some kind. Hours later, the three hunter arrived at a small farm by the looks of it.
"Um guys, I think this is it. The map says so" Tora said
"Doesn't look like an outpost to me, Maybe we sh…"Lokir didnt finish the sentence as they face a stranger walking toward them
"Well, hello there . By any chance, you three are the hunters that took the quest?" The man asked. From his voice and appearance, lokir can guest his age. He got a small white beard on his chin, white hare, wearing a pair of glasses and a smiley face. He looks like he's about 50 or so. His clothing: white shirt, red apron.
"I'm Garland Landers, but friends call me Liutenant Landers. A very funny nickname with a great history. Welcome to outpost 51!"
The three hunters almost dropped their jaws. As it turns out, their campsite is a outpost/farm and is run by an old cook. They followed the old man inside and meet a woman and a child, his family, and stashed their stuff in the boxes downstair afterward.
" So, Mr Landers . Do you mind telling us the story behind that name of yours?" Grime curiously asked the man as they sit aroud the table.
"Its an old story and I cant remember it much. I think it had something to do with selling food at my village when I was young"
"So you really are a cook, huh?" Tora asked
" My special dish, which we're having tonigh , is called " Tentucki Fried Gagua ". Many had tasted it and rated it masterpiece"
"Wow, that's intere…"
The splittering roar cut them off. While they are still stunned by the noises, the roof was ripped apart and revealing a silver body with big, ferocious eyes
" Damn! First the road, then the jungle mosquitoes, halfassed weather and now this?!" Lokir cursed