Fanfic: Psychotic Grey (with attempted poll)

[SkrasherSmasher]

Dang, I have to get into the swing where I post at least one chapter a day. I keep forgetting to. No matter how old Diablo II is, it keeps me addicted almost as much as Startopia.

Chapter 10

"And we did, and you, and I, and... oh god." Kr'lest was pacing around the room now. He was very concerned as to what he did last night. "Mmm, yep. And I must say you are very, very good. When you took my leg and," Vikki was stopped by Kr'lest. "No, no, no. I don't want to know what exactly happened. Look, I'll talk to you later, ok?"

Kr'lest stumbled out of the suite, Brzzkrit was already at the bar. He had gotten some food from a nearby vendor and was talking with the bartender. When Kr'lest came out into the bar, Brzzkrit swung around and leaped down to the floor. "Oh man! Not only was that Bubbles girl hot, she was even better in bed. How was that Vikki girl Michale set you up with?"

"Uhm, we didn't really do anything.." Unfortunatly though a yelling from his suite of 'He was great!' gave himself away. "Oh you sly dog! I didn't know you had it in you." Brzzkrit was hovering now, he began talking about his night, when Michale Bonatelli walked in the door. "Brzzkrit, we should get our next job now.

"I'm glad you feel that way boys, because I need some help. A large gang over near the closest Oroflex has impounded a package of mine. I have set up a meeting with them to discuss the release of my propety.I don't want a war with them, but if they attack you, you may protect yourself if the need arises. You can take my hovercar when you are ready."

Kr'lest and Brzzkrit moved outside, they looked down the street, a sleek hovercar rolled down the street and parked right in front of them. A man got out and gave them the keys. He walked into the bar as Kr'lest and Brzzkrit got themselves situated, Kr'lest in the drivers seat. "You ready Brzzkrit, lets ride." The hovercar speed off in the direction Michale indicated.

As they pulled into the place the automap in the car showed, they swung the car around to a stop. As they got out, three Gor thugs walked out of an alley way.Two of them stayed back in the darkness, as one came out into the still dark morning. He patted down Kr'lest and Brzzkrit, removing their weapons. Immediatly afterwards, the two gors jumped out, and grabbed them around the back, pulling thm up from under the arms.

"So, Michale wants his package so badly? Why didn't he come himself? That way we could have killed you two AND him." The gor not holding them pulled out an electroblade. "You see, we looked inside the package, and we wanted what was inside so badly, we have decided to keep it. Ha ha, see you in the afterlife, whimpy." He moved closer and closer to Kr'lest, waving the blade as though he were about to use it.

Then the oddest thing happened. He began to bleed out of each temple, he began to fall toward the ground. Fortunatly, the Gor holding Kr'lest had released his grip a bit, and he was able to elbow him in the stomache. As he was released, he kicked the electroblade out of the first Gor's hand. It flipped through the air, and Kr'lest caught it on it's way down. The elbowed gor clutched his stomache and backed away from the two of them. He as well began bleeding out the temples, and they both fell to the ground.

Kr'lest threw the electroblade into the Gorholding Brzzkrit. It landed squarley in his right leg, he fell to the ground, still alive, and not bleeding out the temples. "Where is the package?" The Gor remained unresponsive. Kr'lest pulled out the Gor's huge Plasma Rifle, "WHERE IS THE PACKAGE!" The Gor still refused to talk. Suddenly, a hole appeared in his hand, it as well began bleeding profusely. "Ok, ok, its back in the alley, stop putting holes in me you mad man!"

Kr'lest let the gor go, as he began standing up, he went for his electroblade, Kr'lest had time only to turn around as the Gor was nearly on top of him. But yet again, he too fell to the odd 'bleeding out the temples' that his bretheren had fallen to. Brzzkrit went around to pick up the package, as Kr'lest collected the undamaged weapons that they had. They were getting back into the hovercar when Vikki knocked on the side. "Can I get in?"

Kr'lest popped open the door, they both could see now that she was carrying a huge laser rifle, and it was cooling down now from shooting. "Yeah, did you see those guys bleeding? That was me! Yep, I'm a sniper all right. I saved your behinds if you didn't notice." Kr'lest was shocked, "That, that, that was you??"

"Yes it was, now lets get off the subject, I want to come with you pn your crusade now! I've proven myself worthy, I should be able to go with you now. PPLLEEAASSEE??"

[NZrevenge]

Great story... Well, for the first 3 chapters anyway. I got to the end of the third realised how sleepy I was getting and decided to vote honestly. You can take some small comfort that what I did read was pretty damn good!

[SkrasherSmasher]

Grrrr... SOMEONE got bored reading this!!! Darnit

[DMA57361]

I didn't! And I want to see a load more chapters done when I get back from my holiday! Or . . . um . . . else . . .

Keep going! Plz! It's 5 Likes, 1 Ok-ish, and 0 Dislikes - so more ppl like, than don't.

EDIT - So, now it makes sence

[MunkeeChum]

Man this rocks

I can see this is gonna be a damn good fan fic.

Keep going plz

[SkrasherSmasher]

I do have quite an ending already basically planned out, but I'm not quite planned out for the part from where we are to The End, so I'm going to have to get some more of that Inspiration stuff from Arona. Problem is he charges an arm and three legs for it. Darn stuff is like an addiction.

[Arctic_Wolf]

Absolutly amazing stuff! Heck, you should send it to a publisher and see if you can get it published.

[SkrasherSmasher]

Hrm, I could, but I would have to write MUCH much more to make it into an actual book. I could take a wing at it, but that would take much time out of my various gaming activities and (after summer) my school study time. Well, still thinking of how to put out the next post. Need more... inspiration.... Darn... Arona.... Makin... me pay... so... darn much...

[MunkeeChum]

I nkow what you can do, find an immensly popular sci-fi noval that has a similar plot( world domination, killing, phyco aliens) and copy someq of the good parts ut changinmg it slightly. THne you can have ther bes...

MunkeeChum feels a tap on his shoulder and turns around. THere is a small man in a suit wearing glasses looking at him disaprovingly. The little person who looks like he could be a lawyer whispers something in MunkeeChums ear

Plagarism?!?! I was merely telling him to use it for inspiration. If u want me to stop people basing ideas on previous idea sue me.

The Lawyer hands MunkeChum a piece of paper and shuffles of silently

Damn......

[SkrasherSmasher]

Darn, now I have competition of sorts with Arctic_Wolf and his fan fic. I really liked his the first time I read it at the old forum and with the new chapters and different ending I will be fighting a loosing battle. Hrm... I just hope the allure of almost constant violence is greater then that of a cute memau.

Chapter 11

The trio of Brzzkrit, Kr'lest and Vikki sped down the road. The lights of the city flew by, becoming blurs in the morning sky. Vikki was in the back, looking imploringly toward the front seats as Brzzkrit and Kr'lest were talking.

"Kr'lest, you have to admit... she is a very good sniper. And she did save our lives." Vikki pulled herself forward, bringing her head right between them. "Yes, I was brought up near a family of Gor's. They let me use their firing range, and I eventually bought my own sniper rifle. I've been using all of my spare time to, wah.." Kr'lest pushed her back into her seat, and continued talking to Brzzkrit.

"But Brzzkrit, we are going to be going to a very hostile area. It's bad enough you're following me, I don't want someone else getting hurt because of what I have to do." Kr'lest took a hard left, throwing everyone off balance for a second. "But Kr'lest, I still don't see why you're doing this. I'm fine, you dont need to go after whoever did this."

Kr'lest felt it coming again. The urge. This time it was very strong. He felt Brzzkrit was mocking his intentions. Brzzkrit was messing with him. Kr'lest hated it when people messed with him. Kr'lest grabbed Brzzkrit by his very tiny neck and held him up against the window of the hovercar. Still steering the car with one hand he looked at Brzzkrit.

"I am going after who or whatever is messing with the skrashers and that's final. And I am willing to destroy anything..." Kr'lest paused for a quick second. He looked to see Brzzkrit trying his hardest to loosen the grip Kr'lest had on him. "or anyone, who gets in my way."

Kr'lest released Brzzkrit and the Targ slid down off the window back into his seat. Brzzkrit began rubbing his neck as he shaked off the pain. Brzzkrit had become accustomed to taking some of Kr'lest's anger releases. The urge began to leave his body. The more gone it felt, the more he realised what a horrible thing he had just done. "I'm... sorry, Brzzkrit. I just... couldn't control myself. It's... I'm... loosing control. Each time I loose it.. it gets harder to bring myself back under control." He looked down at the floor. It wouldn't have been a problem...

Except he was supposed to be driving. Before he realized what he was doing they were careening off the road. He pulled the Emergency break and stopped right before he hit a Rouless Wheel. As if nothing had happened, he pulled back onto the road and zipped off towards Michale's Bar. Package in arm, three cop hovercars pulled up behind them. Coming up to a red light, traffic going both ways, Kr;lest calmly looked back at the cars and said, "Hold on."

Kr'lest had a new urge take over him now. His adrenaline was pumping, and he was calculating a plan to show just how crazy he could be. He looked hard down the long, straight road. He looked, and almost giving up, he found exactly what he needed for his plan to work.

Kr'lest began accelerating toward the four way intersection. He was going 60, 70, 80, 90 MPH going down the stretch toward what appeared to be incoming doom. He began to be pressed back into the seat as he continued accelerating even more. His needed element was another hovercar that was stopped at the intersection. It was crimson red, and had a sleek design. It was areodynamically (sp?) superior to many other models in its class. It must have cost about a million E and seemed to have had many extra features.

Well, Kr'lest used that hovercar as the most expensive ramp ever. Pulling the front of the car up, he shot up over the traffic. Making a ten point landing, he continued to speed down the road. The cops were left waiting behind the traffic, as Kr'lest pulled into Michale's garage.

Walking out from behind his bar, they were greeted by two of Michale's biggest bodyguards. "Duh.. package, puh-leese." Kr'lest handed it over, and Michale came running out from behind his guards. "Eh Joey, don't treat him like a common thug. I saw him pull off that little stunt to loose the cops. You did good kid, real good. And belive me, I have all of my spies looking into your little problem. We seem to have them originating someplace within this sector of Gamma Quatra. Were still trying to find which planet it is on, but it is definatly not this one."

Kr'lest nodded and sat down at the bar, ordering a Stellar Alcohol, he began to drink. The pieces of the puzzle were coming together now, and soon, his vengence would be served. Brzzkrit and Vikki sat down next to Kr'lest, and began talking. "Kr'lest, I think Vikki should come with us." Kr'lest nodded. "Yes, she can come with us. We are going to need all the help we can get." Kr'lest finally came to realize that his caring Vikki could be a ruthless killer, and it seemed that the thought began to please him.

[Arctic_Wolf]

What about Dracoraptor, doesn't his fan fic count as another rival?

I don't view this as a compotition, its not like people are restricted to read only one fan fic. We're all just giving it our best for the benefit of the community.

[SkrasherSmasher]

Liar... it is a BITTER COMPETITION!! My life depends on beating your silly fanfic into submission!

Just kidding! And dracoraptor shouldn't even try making one... what?? I'm still kidding! But hey, thinking it's a competition makes me want to write more/better stuff. So, just let me think it's a competition, mmm... kay?

[NZrevenge]

Originally posted by SkrasherSmasher
Grrrr... SOMEONE got bored reading this!!! Darnit

Sorry, wont do it again. I promise!

Like I said, I was incredibly sleepy... It wasn't so much boredom, it was sleepdom that got the better of me...

[SkrasherSmasher]

Sleepdom? Odd choice of word combination, but I like it!

By the way, I'm on vacation from tommorow till late monday, so I'm not going to be able to get a chapter in. I'll have one late monday though, so don't worry, the story is NOT DYING.

[SkrasherSmasher]

Chapter 12

The trio of Kr'lest, Brzzkrit and Vikki sit quietly at the bar. Kr'lest is looking deeply into his glass when Michale Bonatelli comes out from his back office. "Hello there my good buddies. And who do we have here? Vikki, right? Shouldn't you be back at work... I ain't paying you to talk to my guys."

"Sir, I am resigning. I want to go with Kr'lest on his mission!" Michale motioned at Kr'lest to follow him. The two went into his back room, the door creaking closed. Michale Bonatelli walked over to his desk, and Kr'lest sat down in the seat in front of it. "Hey, you must be some kind of guy to get one of my gals to stick with you on a permanant basis. Just make sure you don't talk to more of my gals, can't loose my profits."

"Speaking of profits, your brother spoke of an unknow source of income, what was he talking about?" Michale Bonatelli seemed intrigued by his question. "He didn't know? Oh, what is it? I smuggle Memau's and other pets into areas that don't allow them. We make quite a bundle off of them. But enough of my profits, we need to move on. A large meeting of the various families is going on later today."

"And where do we come in?" Kr'lest knew where this was going, playing coy was just his way. "I need the two, or three, of you to represent me, for I have more important classified buisness to take care of. But as you don't know much of what has been happening, I have a small droid here to teach you of our position on current topics." A tiny scutter droid waddled over to Kr'lest, it was so small though that Kr'lest picked him up in his hand.

"Take care of that, it cost a lot to build. Be off with you!" Kr'lest stumbled out in a hurry. Michale was hiding something, and Kr'lest didn't like it. The urge came upon him yet again, staring at the door, he walked through hundreds of battle situations with him. Varois knifings, gunnings, he even had the idea to grab his umbrella, shove it down his throat, and then opening it. But Kr'lest knew that he would never get what he wanted if he killed Michale.

Piling into the car, the scutter began droning on about the opinions of the gang. While Kr'lest drove to the new location marked on the vidmap, Brzzkrit took down notes. Vikki didn't seem to like the non-hostility of the meeting, so she began cleaning and polishing her sniper rifle. The drive was very unevntful, Vikki falling asleep in the back and Brzzkrit began drawing faces on the scutter.

The building marked on the map was a large warehouse. Smoke stacks all around it billowed smog and dirt. A very errie feeling came over them all as they stopped right at the door. Nabbing Brzzkrit's notes. "Hrm... ok so there is a Salthog gang, that's us, Grey, Targ, Gor, Turraken, and Gem Slug gangs. Yep, got the opinions, let's roll." The three of them pushed the large door open with a long lound moaning.


They were dead.

Gangster bodies, piles and piles of them everywhere. The entire warehouse stunk of death and decay. It seemed as though there had been an entire war in just that room. Kr'lest and Brzzkrit waded through the corpses as Vikki ran from the door. She went to the back of the building and fell out of Kr'lest's view. "Eh, Kr'lest, guess this makes the meeting that much easier. All that studying for nothing..."

Kr'lest dropped his paper, he had opened a door which appearead to be a closet, more fresh bodies were stacked there, from floor to ceiling they were crammed in as hard as possible. "Brzzkrit, I think this is going to just make it that much harder... just that much harder..."
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Feedback if possible!!

[Ghyron]

Keep going. I want to find out about the evil villain.

[SkrasherSmasher]

I have the main evil honcho villain planned out, I'm just taking time thinking about who's going to be his lacky. But enough about story spoilers, I'm going to go contemplate.

[SkrasherSmasher]

Woah, I almost forgot about my freakishly violent fanfic here. Sorry all! Heres a chapter!

Chapter 13

Brzzkrit and Kr'lest were standing in a corner of the building. The had placed all of the bodies in jumbled masses by race. Kr'lest turned to Brzzkrit with a startling conclusion. "Hey Brzzkrit, look out there, what do you see?" Brzzkrit was squatting on the floor, he looked up to respond, "Bodies."

"Yes, yes, but look! Gem slugs, greys, a couple salthogs that obviously arrived early, turrakens, gors, what's missing?" Brzzkrit knew that Kr'lest had the answer but wanted him to guess anyway. "The nuke that killed them all." Kr'lest laughed for the first time in a while for a brief moment. "Nonono, TARGS! The only race that isn't here are the Targs! They obviously got away with killing the representatives of each gang."

As the two went out back to find Vikki, Brzzkrit had another explanation. "We Targ may be smart, but we can be late you know. Mabey they just didn't arrive in time for the combat." Kr'lest turned it around on him. "But your aallwwaayyss on time for work aren't you, eh?"

Vikki was sobbing at the back of the warehouse. Kr'lest and Brzzkrit made no attempt to console her, they just caringly escorted her back to the car. They both agreed that she had best be left out of any combat any time soon. Following the map to what was suspected of being the Targ hideout. They came upon a large dance club.

"Ok, Brzzkrit, you come around the back, and I'll act as a normal patron coming in the front. When you hear the gunfire, you pop in, all right?" The plan was mutually agreed to, and Brzzkrit began sneaking around the club. Kr'lest waited a moment to look back at Vikki. She seemed so sad in the car, crying, holding her sniper rifle close to her heart. Kr'lest was finally affirmed that she was still a very caring person, despite her combative skills.

Kr'lest opened the door to find a place which could be a lot of fun. He was greeted standing right next to the bar unit and tables. Immediatly in front of him was a disco floor next to a mini rouless wheel. And to his right was an elevated dance floor, where naked and undressing sirens were shaking it all for well paying and well drunken customers.

A Targ in the stripping area caught his eye. A targ wearing a black suit, a bit taller then the rest, with two naked sirens sitting next to him. Kr'lest began moving over toward him when two gor thugs stopped him. "Dauhhh, you can't not see da boss without an app-oink-ma, ma, ma, duuah, does he know who you is?" Kr'lest was startled by the complete and entire ineptitude of the Gor. "Just tell him the hit he put on the other gangs was great."

The Targ stopped talking to his sirens, and walked over to Kr'lest. "They already got that stuff all over the news eh? And after that your still enough of a nut job to come over here, and tell me about MY hit to MY face?" Kr'lest had learned the sweet, sweet art of suck up by now. "The power of your hit compelled me so much that I had to tell you about it."

The Targ scratched his chin with his incredibly small arm. "You've got balls coming here boy, I have to give that to you. Eh bartender, give this guy here a drink on me. Come boy, your getting a show on the house!" The two of them walked over to his private booth, as the two stupid guards went back to their seats.

As they sat down, the two sirens snuggled right up to him as he continued to talk to Kr'lest. "So, which part did you like better, the bit that none of them had drawn their pistols, or that we stacked as many of their bodies in the closet as we could stuff?" Kr'lest thought for a second, but the thinking soon changed to plotting, as the urge that was so familiar to him came upon him. Going 'hmm' during this time covered up his plotting. He had gotten a better hang at the whole evil possesion thing his body had been going through. And pretty soon, a plan was thought.

"I prefered the part where the Targ got a fist to the face!" The targ gave Kr'lest a puzzled look as he punched him right in the middle of his face. The entire room went dead silent. First the strippers on the stage noticed, then the onlookers, followed by the gamblers, dancers and bar patrons. Soon, the musice stopped, and all eyes were on Kr'lest.

"You've got some nerve coming to MY establishment, drink MY beer, and look at MY girls, but to top it off..." One of the Targ's gor's was sneaking up behind Kr'lest. He heard it over the Targ's rantings, as his huge feet didn't make well for sneaking. Kr'lest drew his laser pistol and fired a shot straight through the Gor's head, still looking straight at the Targ. "You were saying?"

It seemed as if every Gor in the entire establishment was all over him now, Kr'lest was fending the off as best he could Kung-Foo style. One minute into the hand to hand combat and still no sign of Brzzkrit. The Targ had crawled out from the combat and ran out the front door, as many of the still naked strippers and drunken patrons did.

Ten minutes into the brawl and Kr'lest's demonic presence was beginning to fade. This was not good, the Gor's seemed to multiply in number and swarm all around him. Pretty soon the Gor's started becoming fuzzy to his view. Kr'lest was definatly running out of juice. This kind of combat wasn't going to last much longer and Kr'lest had to resort to just blocking off his attackers.

The sound of Brzzkrit finally came to his ears. "HEY BUDDY! I GOT A PRESENT FOR YOUR GOR FRIENDS!" Brzzkrit was in the back door. He was carrying a gun that was as big as him and 5 times as long. Kr'lest's vision became darker, and he fell to the floor. Kr'lest could feel the Gor bodies falling all over him.

It was later that day, the sun was setting, and Kr'lest was laying down in a grassy area of Groul 4. By his side was Vikki, she smiled at him and they looked out at the setting sun. The sky turned a dark, deep red just as the sun was going over the horizon. But the horizon began to fade, and all that was left was the red, and a lot of it. Kr'lest finally realised what he was looking at.

He was face first into a puddle of blood. He was unaware as to who's blood it was, but he knew it was not sanitary laying in a pool of blood. He tried to get up, but he couldn't. It was as if he weighed a million pounds and couldn't get up. He struggled and pushed, trying to force his way back upright, but he could not, and his vision went from red back to the black he had seen before...
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Hope that's good!

[Ghyron]

Keep posting, I still havn't figured out who the evil villain is.

[SkrasherSmasher]

Your not going to find out until, hrm, maby 3 to 5 chapters. But really I shouldn't talk about it...

[MunkeeChum]

Why have you stopped? I want to see the end, and if i dont i will castrate you.

[Ghyron]

Skrashermasher, just think of this fan-fic as a way to get more posts than me.

[SkrasherSmasher]

Pardon the lack of updates to this as I had quite the computer mess up. The internet wouldn't work and I couldn't get on for a bit there. Terribly sorry though.

Chapter 14

It was black... as if he was stuck in a black hole no light, no objects, nothing could be seen. Kr'lest looked down, only to find he couldn't see himself. But then, a blindingly bright light filled Kr'lest's vision. A large skrasher appeared, eclipsing in the light.

"Cooome my friend. It isss... dessstiny." Kr'lest became aware of himself. He could see all the parts of himself, and began floating up towards the light. "Yesss, just a bit further... You'll..." Kr'lest couldn't hear what the skrasher was saying, as he began plummeting back down towards.. whatever was under him.

Turning around, he could slowly see a large land mass coming into view. And it seemed he was falling faster and faster towards it. Kr'lest's blood was cold as ice as he began falling down towards the ground. Just as he hit the ground, Kr'lest heard his bones cracking... He began to scream.

"AAAAAAHHHH!!" Kr'lest screamed as loud as he could. He looked around, he was back at the bar, on the floor. Brzzkrit was knocked on the ground next to him. "Oh boy Kr'lest, you gave me a fright there. I'm just snappin your bones back into joint. I'm no doctor, but I can see they broke quite a few. I popped the bones that I could back into their joints, but as i said,"

"Who?" Kr'lest was astondingly confused. "What do you mean who? Those stupid gors falling all over you! The ones I gunned down with that huge machine gun over there?" Brzzkrit pointed over, but the best Kr'lest could do was flop his head over. Vikki was carrying a huge gun, Kr'lest couldn't see the whole thing though, but that of which he did was huge.

"Ugh, I must look like a broken jigsaw puzzle all on the floor like this, should I try to stand up?" "Not if you value your legs sir." Two greys walked into the room. Laying out a stretcher, they picked up and dropped Kr'lest into the stretcher. As they began putting him into the ambulance, they began to get some more snow again. The crisp, cool snowflakes comforted him much more then the drugs they were pumping into him.

All the way through the ambulance ride, Brzzkrit was up in the front messing with the radio of the ambulance. But as he looked to Vikki, she was staring into his eyes. He could faintly feel her hands wrapped around his right hand, as his other arm was being injected with chemicals. Soon though, he began to black out again.

He had the same dream again, the light the skrasher, the falling, except when he hit the ground in this dream he couldn't hear his bones break, the contact sounded more like many metalic things hitting something else.

"Oh *Bleep*! I'm so stupid. I gotta clean up this mess now." A grey nurse was cleaning up some surgical implements when Kr'lest woke up. But Kr'lest did wake up in the company of his friends. "Hey Kr'lest? The docs here say your going to be a week before you can continue fighting like you were. But it's ok, we should slow down anyway."

"No, no, Brkrit. We aren't slowing down. No, you go talk to Michale Bonatelli and see if he's got any new info. And get ready to because when I get out of these casts and bindings were going to kick some skrasher butt? Alright?" Brzzkrit nodded, and the two left him in the hospital. Without much else to do, Kr'lest slipped himself back to sleep.

Kr'lest's dreams seemed to have returned to normal. And by normal, he felt his new dreams of randomly killing mobsters with various gorey ways was normal. But in the deep recesses of his mind, he thought about the way he was before all the fighting and bloodshed. Before he started killing things. But it became harder and harder to recall those thoughts with each kill he made in real life.

"Pff, I hope this is all worth it.."
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Shorter chapter then usual, but it's 1:00 AM here now and I'm gettin pretty gosh darn tired.

[MunkeeChum]

This just gets better, keep going. Its really good

[SkrasherSmasher]

Chapter 15

after about a week in the hospital, Kr'lest was back on his feet again. Brzzkrit and Vikki met him outside of the hospital in the same limo they were in before. "Ah, glad to be out. The food there tastes like space vermin droppings. But that aside, have we learned anything on the skrashers?"

Kr'lest went around to the driver side of the hoverlimo, but as he was going to get in, he stumbled a bit. "Mabey I should drive, you can sit down in the back." Kr'lest walked to the back seat and slid in to the middle. As Vikki and Brzzkrit got situated up front, they continued to talk.

"So? Do we know anything?" Kr'lest had become overly anxious about the whereabouts of the disturbances to the point where he was right up in Brzzkrit's face asking him. "Yes, yes, it's this planet out toward the Gorulien Black Hole. Michale has all of our weapons and a ship prepared for us at his launch site near the bar, were going now."

"But Brzzkrit, I don't know if Kr'lest is in any condition to fight. What if he gets hurt?" Vikki turned back toward him and touched his head with the back of his hand. "I think he's got a fever too." Kr'lest began seeing Vikki in a whole new light. She wasn't just a siren to him any more. She was the siren. The siren he wanted to be with for the rest of his life.

"Vikki, if you don't want to come, me and Kr'lest could do this alone." Brzzkrit unaware of the obvious. "I'm not scared! Just concerned about him, ok? Look, were already here, lets just get on the ship!" A medium sized ship was laying dormant in front of the limo. The group walked quitly towards it to find Michale waiting for them.

"So, I can't convince you to stay with me, eh? Well, just don't get yourself killed, I'm going to need your services in the future. Well, the keys are in it, have a good trip, kick some *** for me, you hear?" The group said their goodbyes to Michale and started up the craft. As they took off, kr'lest headed to the cockpit. "Hey, when are we supposed to get there?" "Oh, early next rotation you should get some sleep, I'll throw this into auto pilot and cloak it. We should be fine until we get there."

All three of them left the cockpit and made their way to the berth. As Kr'lest was being tipped back, and the pod was closing, he began to think about what he was getting into, what he could be facing on this planet. Staring at the metal above him, he began to miss the inn back at the station. How the chronometer was always broken, the messed up scuzzers, everything. But sleep finally came upon him, and he fell back into his gorey dreams.