Post by Lord Hurrikaine on Jun 28, 2008 12:58:29 GMT -5
Hurrikaine walked through the darkened city, turning into alleys and drawing ever nearer to the Headhunter's Guild. He smiled as he saw a pair of his thugs beating down a foreign alien stop, salute him(including the foreigner) and continue about their business. Eventually, Hurrikaine came to the end of the maze of alleyways and backstreets specifically designed to weed out those without the money to protect themselves. Generally the passage was likely more difficult, but even such dangers were smart enough to stay out of his way.
"Uh...good afternoon, Sire. What can I, uh, do for you today?" asked the receptionist, a Changeling dressed in robes that were clearly meant to impress, but to the King's eyes, simply looked ridiculous. "There is a bounty posted on me," Said Hurrikaine, cutting to the chase. "Well, yes, sir, bounties are placed anonymously, but I can assure you we don't have anyone willing to collect."
"Actually, there is someone. Me," Said an exceptionally large brown-skinned alien who had clearly been taking advantage of the Guild's free bar. The bounty hunter swung a huge fist at Hurrikaine, who stopped casually with one hand. The bounty hunter watched confusedly as the hand that had stopped his began to grow, and as he looked up, he saw that the Lord of Changelings had almost doubled in size, his horns had become much more sharp and long, and he had a bored look on his face. "Wha...?" was all the bounty hunter could think to say before his hand was crushed. Pulling the alien closer, Hurrikaine reached out, and broke it's neck.
"Anyone else?" asked Hurrikaine. Suddenly everyone there was very busy examining their drinks and talking about their latest hunts. Hurrikaine turned back to the receptionist. "Now then, why don't you tell me about this bounty? I've heard some news of foreigners interfering with normal affairs, and I'm here to handle it personally."
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Hurrikaine walked out of the Headhunter's Guild, the underling the receptionist had sent with him following close behind. Hurrikaine was ready to fight, having been told that the Arlian Brotherhood had arrived and was under a huge contract to take him, as well as Frost, down. Lord Hurrikaine had always wondered how Arlians had managed to found the greatest bounty hunter guild in the universe, and he knew he would soon find out.
Following the directions given him by the Headhunters, he eventually arrived in at a small encampment. Seeing that they were all Arlian, Hurrikaine wasted no time and walked straight into their camp. The insects stared in awe for a second, and then sprang into an attack. The warrior from the Headhunters Guild fought the bugs back, defeating them in a matter of seconds, in just a few punches, while Hurrikaine waited. When only one remained alive, Hurrikaine raised his hand, telling his servant to wait.
"Now,"began Hurrikaine, "You will give me answers, and then you will die. The nature of your answers, however, determines how it happens. Okay, first question: Why are you hunting me?" The Arlian said nothing, but began shaking in fear of what would happen next. The underling broke one of it's legs with a quick slice with his right hand, and it screamed. The henchman quickly covered it's mouth until it calmed down. "Very well, that question doesn't matter, as they'll all be dead soon anyway. Next question: Who hired you?" At this the bug laughed, a disgusting sound that prompted another broken limb. "I tire of this. One more chance for a quick death. How did you manage to kill every Changeling that complained about you?"
This question the insect answered with glee. "Your race is not nearly so strong as you make yourselves up to me, and mine is not so weak. We will kill you, and your planet will be ours, fool! Arlian pride will live again!" The Arlian then began laughing maniacally, until Hurrikaine jerked his face slightly. The laughing ceased abruptly, the life of the insect alien brought to an end by his servant, and he continued on towards the Arlian camp. Already, he could see the insectile towers in the distance, and he wondered how long they had been here, hiding and planning. It was a shame, really. All their work was about to be torn down.
Hurrikaine and his underling snuck into the camp through a gaping hole in one of the walls. These things weren't too bright, thought Hurrikaine as he snuck up behind one of the guard, dragging him suddenly into the darkness before quickly and silently snapping the aliens neck. One down, only... Hurrikaine stared, amazed. There had to be over a thousand Arlian crawling around what could no longer be called a simple camp. This was an invasion force. Hurrikaine also noticed holes in the ground, undoubtedly leading to a tunnel network, meaning even more bugs to kill.
This wouldn't be easy by any means, but he was the King of Changelings, and he would see to it that invaders were crushed. Focusing for a moment, Hurrikaine's body bulged, and he transformed. He then strutted fearlessly into the open, his servant following, ready to rip apart every last one of th Arlians if he had to.
Strangely enough, no one gave him a second glance, some of them occasionally even greeting him, before moving on to whatever it was they were doing. Puzzled, Hurrikaine continued on, heading into the tunnels. As he passed another pair of Arlians, he realized they were hailing his underling, not him. They seemed to think Hurrikaine was the servant, not the other way around. He waited until he was alone with the underling.
"Underling," Hurrikaine said quietly, "For whatever reason, they seem to think I am your servant, and somehow I think that's why they aren't all attacking us. We may have some use for this later, so we'll play the part."
"Yes sir,"answered the Underling. Hurrikaine took the cape from his shoulders and placed it on the Underling's.
Continuing deeper they eventually came to a large chamber, and where everywhere else there had been thriving activity, here, there were only Arlian Royal Guard, decked out in their white armor and wielding spears that wouldn't put a dent in Hurrikaine's flesh. Hurrikaine was tempted to teach them a lesson in humility, but he decided against it. Perhaps all-out attack wasn't the best answer for quite everything. This was turning out to be rather fun.
"Uh...good afternoon, Sire. What can I, uh, do for you today?" asked the receptionist, a Changeling dressed in robes that were clearly meant to impress, but to the King's eyes, simply looked ridiculous. "There is a bounty posted on me," Said Hurrikaine, cutting to the chase. "Well, yes, sir, bounties are placed anonymously, but I can assure you we don't have anyone willing to collect."
"Actually, there is someone. Me," Said an exceptionally large brown-skinned alien who had clearly been taking advantage of the Guild's free bar. The bounty hunter swung a huge fist at Hurrikaine, who stopped casually with one hand. The bounty hunter watched confusedly as the hand that had stopped his began to grow, and as he looked up, he saw that the Lord of Changelings had almost doubled in size, his horns had become much more sharp and long, and he had a bored look on his face. "Wha...?" was all the bounty hunter could think to say before his hand was crushed. Pulling the alien closer, Hurrikaine reached out, and broke it's neck.
"Anyone else?" asked Hurrikaine. Suddenly everyone there was very busy examining their drinks and talking about their latest hunts. Hurrikaine turned back to the receptionist. "Now then, why don't you tell me about this bounty? I've heard some news of foreigners interfering with normal affairs, and I'm here to handle it personally."
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Hurrikaine walked out of the Headhunter's Guild, the underling the receptionist had sent with him following close behind. Hurrikaine was ready to fight, having been told that the Arlian Brotherhood had arrived and was under a huge contract to take him, as well as Frost, down. Lord Hurrikaine had always wondered how Arlians had managed to found the greatest bounty hunter guild in the universe, and he knew he would soon find out.
Following the directions given him by the Headhunters, he eventually arrived in at a small encampment. Seeing that they were all Arlian, Hurrikaine wasted no time and walked straight into their camp. The insects stared in awe for a second, and then sprang into an attack. The warrior from the Headhunters Guild fought the bugs back, defeating them in a matter of seconds, in just a few punches, while Hurrikaine waited. When only one remained alive, Hurrikaine raised his hand, telling his servant to wait.
"Now,"began Hurrikaine, "You will give me answers, and then you will die. The nature of your answers, however, determines how it happens. Okay, first question: Why are you hunting me?" The Arlian said nothing, but began shaking in fear of what would happen next. The underling broke one of it's legs with a quick slice with his right hand, and it screamed. The henchman quickly covered it's mouth until it calmed down. "Very well, that question doesn't matter, as they'll all be dead soon anyway. Next question: Who hired you?" At this the bug laughed, a disgusting sound that prompted another broken limb. "I tire of this. One more chance for a quick death. How did you manage to kill every Changeling that complained about you?"
This question the insect answered with glee. "Your race is not nearly so strong as you make yourselves up to me, and mine is not so weak. We will kill you, and your planet will be ours, fool! Arlian pride will live again!" The Arlian then began laughing maniacally, until Hurrikaine jerked his face slightly. The laughing ceased abruptly, the life of the insect alien brought to an end by his servant, and he continued on towards the Arlian camp. Already, he could see the insectile towers in the distance, and he wondered how long they had been here, hiding and planning. It was a shame, really. All their work was about to be torn down.
Hurrikaine and his underling snuck into the camp through a gaping hole in one of the walls. These things weren't too bright, thought Hurrikaine as he snuck up behind one of the guard, dragging him suddenly into the darkness before quickly and silently snapping the aliens neck. One down, only... Hurrikaine stared, amazed. There had to be over a thousand Arlian crawling around what could no longer be called a simple camp. This was an invasion force. Hurrikaine also noticed holes in the ground, undoubtedly leading to a tunnel network, meaning even more bugs to kill.
This wouldn't be easy by any means, but he was the King of Changelings, and he would see to it that invaders were crushed. Focusing for a moment, Hurrikaine's body bulged, and he transformed. He then strutted fearlessly into the open, his servant following, ready to rip apart every last one of th Arlians if he had to.
Strangely enough, no one gave him a second glance, some of them occasionally even greeting him, before moving on to whatever it was they were doing. Puzzled, Hurrikaine continued on, heading into the tunnels. As he passed another pair of Arlians, he realized they were hailing his underling, not him. They seemed to think Hurrikaine was the servant, not the other way around. He waited until he was alone with the underling.
"Underling," Hurrikaine said quietly, "For whatever reason, they seem to think I am your servant, and somehow I think that's why they aren't all attacking us. We may have some use for this later, so we'll play the part."
"Yes sir,"answered the Underling. Hurrikaine took the cape from his shoulders and placed it on the Underling's.
Continuing deeper they eventually came to a large chamber, and where everywhere else there had been thriving activity, here, there were only Arlian Royal Guard, decked out in their white armor and wielding spears that wouldn't put a dent in Hurrikaine's flesh. Hurrikaine was tempted to teach them a lesson in humility, but he decided against it. Perhaps all-out attack wasn't the best answer for quite everything. This was turning out to be rather fun.