06-01-2018, 12:59 PM
A Fangs gang red stained sweatshirt was thrown on the table with that kept the leader's head. The Klingon Lieutenants looked back up to Ash as they sat at the table, inside the same room they were discussing in earlier. They were impressed how fast Jacket killed them and knew that he didn't have any magical powers to rely on. The Klingon who sat in the middle of the trio spoke out about Jacket's return.
"I'm impressed human, most impressed. You managed to kill a growing amateur gang under a few hours. You very well do contain a true warrior's spirit on completing our task. All of us agree that you do have potential to become a powerful addition to the Westside and the Mighty Klingons. I am pleased with what you have just done but we still have many things left to get on the table to become the top of the streets. On our behalf, we welcome you to the Mighty Klingons. Now, let us combine our brotherly blood." The Klingon lieutenant spoke with pride and loyalty to Jacket who stood at the table.
The lieutenants stood up too in a confident stance as they faced Jacket. While standing, the lieutenant in the middle pulled out a Klingon-made dagger and slashed his right hand, leaving a cut that opened with seeping blood. Jacket reach out his right hand and knew what they were doing, offering to be cut too. The Klingon torn Jacket's palm with the dagger but not in a brutal way since the slice made in his hand was a light one to draw blood. Both of their hands clasped together with a firm handshake that now has bonded a new brotherhood. Afterward, Jacket felt humble of what has been done and announced he must be on his way to meet the Westside Deathblades.
They allow him to leave the premises and do more for Westside. Now, Jacket has full access to their official hideout and was welcome to come back anytime. The blonde headed prime exited the Mighty Klingons hangout and proceeded to his parked DeLorean at the opening of the dirtied alleyway. Once he got to his car, he entered on the driver's side and shut the gull wing door behind him. His car started from his key switching to ignition and pulled out of the parking space. Jacket drove down the street that didn't have too much traffic on and set his GPS on where the Westside Deathblades were located according to the information that Chirpa gave him.
His radio continued to play the 80s radio station he always listened to when he was driving. The artificial afternoon sky of Tier Five lit up that help to tell the time of the day for citizens down here. He kept his eyes on the road as he drove forty miles per hour down the road with no hurrying on his mind. While driving, Jacket decided to switch his driver's window down. The centerpiece of the window began to slide down by the motor as Jacket pressed his finger down on the switch. When fully down, Jacket pulled a cigarette out of the pack that was in his letterman's pocket and put it in his mouth, with his lips holding it steadily. He opened the center console and fished around for the lighter while he drove straight with one hand on the stirring wheel. After finding the lighter, the center console was closed by him and he flicked the metallic lighter's top open. He messed with it a for fifteen seconds to get a little fiery flame going.
At the time when the lighter ignited, he put it close to his mouth to light the cigarette and puffed it a few times to get it going. After fully burning, Jacket closed the lighter up and put it in another letterman's pockets to hold on to. As he smoked, he held the cigarette out the window with his left index finger and middle finger. Jacket reached to a highway ramp that the GPS was telling him to turn at and which he did. At the time he was on the highway, Jacket pressed down on the gas pedal a little harder to pick up speed along the rest of the traffic and headed toward more downtown where the Westside Deathblades reside at. He kept watch of his rpm on the instrument cluster and pressed the clutch to switch gears. From one gear to the next, he was passing traffic while he turned up his radio little louder that played "Beds Are Burning" by Midnight Oil.
Twenty minutes later, Jacket became stuck with the impatient traffic and was trapped there. Horns were blasting at each other and some yelling or cursing out their windows. On the other hand, Jacket was a little irritable by this situation but remained calm and had some patience left in him while the cigarette in his mouth was still burning. He blew smoke out of his mouth as he took the cigarette by the two same fingers and laid his hand outside of the car's window. From sitting there for a while, his eyes sort of became heavy and filled with boredom due to his car not moving an inch. As he closed his eyes for ten seconds, a voice was heard in his car while the radio was turned down since it was playing commercials.
"Hi, baby," a familiar woman's voice spoke and Jacket's car, that caused him to wake up instantly to see his twisted brain's image of Luci sitting in the passenger seat with red vibrant colors, covered her entire body and her hair was also red.
Jacket looked back with that same bored expression he had earlier that was in his eyes. The Luci figure stared back in anger as if she was going to kill him.
"You still haven't avenged me yet from the horrible death I have suffered from. You're still a useless piece of shit like you were just yesterday!" the image of Luci fumed with anger and hatred toward him, but Jacket kept his cool.
"You're not real." Jacket said softly as he turned away from the imagination of Luci while he looked out the driver's window.
"Don't you shut out on me you fucking pig! I'll drag you along to hell with me if you don't listen to me!" the twisted thought of Luci screamed at Jacket while her hair was becoming messier, less than straight.
Her eyes were filled with torment and wrath as if she was ready to kill Jacket. The blonde headed prime smoked calmly with his cigarette that was about to die and blew more through his nostrils while the butt was in his mouth. He got the finished crummy cigarette out of his mouth and flicked it out the window while the traffic was still present. His head turned back to her with his eyes locking up with her's, ready to speak once more.
"Luci wouldn't say those words to me. I just realized she wouldn't get mad at me if I had to move on with no choice. She didn't just save me to live another day but to make sure at the moment that Westside was in good hands. However, what you are, you're nothing more than a fake screaming psychotic bitch that plays more with my mind that has already been tainted." Jacket responded coldly at the anger version of Luci.
She screamed once more in fury and pulled out a handgun from her hip and fire a bullet at Jacket. Suddenly, a blaring horn coming from a hover car behind his DeLorean woke him up. He realized there was room for him to move forward. His foot pressed down on the gas pedal for his car to move forward. The same cigarette from before was still burning in his mouth as he focused on the traffic. He realized after all that, it was just a sick dream. However, Luci was on his mind now and hoped that Omni has redeemed her with life once more.
After thirty minutes, Jacket finally passed the congested part of traffic and continued onward. Shortly after getting away, his GPS told him to make a turn on an exit ramp now. Jacket followed and exited the freeway, down to the city below him. This district of Tier Five appeared to be an urban neighborhood/tourist area with apartments and houses that take up the area along with stores even restaurants. He made a right turn at the red light that awaited at the end of the exit ramp. Traffic here was average and was easy to navigate through. Twelve minutes later, Jacket arrived at the destination which was Central Park of Tier Five.
The atmosphere wasn't bad here, people visited the park to go exercising, enjoy a day off, family outings for the citizens that afford to live on this tier, and hooligans that are present in the darkest or less visited places in the park. Jacket parked in a parking lot of Central Park and got out of his car. By the landscape, the playground wasn't present here. This made Jacket had to go deeper into the park to find the Deathblades' Playground.
"I'm impressed human, most impressed. You managed to kill a growing amateur gang under a few hours. You very well do contain a true warrior's spirit on completing our task. All of us agree that you do have potential to become a powerful addition to the Westside and the Mighty Klingons. I am pleased with what you have just done but we still have many things left to get on the table to become the top of the streets. On our behalf, we welcome you to the Mighty Klingons. Now, let us combine our brotherly blood." The Klingon lieutenant spoke with pride and loyalty to Jacket who stood at the table.
The lieutenants stood up too in a confident stance as they faced Jacket. While standing, the lieutenant in the middle pulled out a Klingon-made dagger and slashed his right hand, leaving a cut that opened with seeping blood. Jacket reach out his right hand and knew what they were doing, offering to be cut too. The Klingon torn Jacket's palm with the dagger but not in a brutal way since the slice made in his hand was a light one to draw blood. Both of their hands clasped together with a firm handshake that now has bonded a new brotherhood. Afterward, Jacket felt humble of what has been done and announced he must be on his way to meet the Westside Deathblades.
They allow him to leave the premises and do more for Westside. Now, Jacket has full access to their official hideout and was welcome to come back anytime. The blonde headed prime exited the Mighty Klingons hangout and proceeded to his parked DeLorean at the opening of the dirtied alleyway. Once he got to his car, he entered on the driver's side and shut the gull wing door behind him. His car started from his key switching to ignition and pulled out of the parking space. Jacket drove down the street that didn't have too much traffic on and set his GPS on where the Westside Deathblades were located according to the information that Chirpa gave him.
His radio continued to play the 80s radio station he always listened to when he was driving. The artificial afternoon sky of Tier Five lit up that help to tell the time of the day for citizens down here. He kept his eyes on the road as he drove forty miles per hour down the road with no hurrying on his mind. While driving, Jacket decided to switch his driver's window down. The centerpiece of the window began to slide down by the motor as Jacket pressed his finger down on the switch. When fully down, Jacket pulled a cigarette out of the pack that was in his letterman's pocket and put it in his mouth, with his lips holding it steadily. He opened the center console and fished around for the lighter while he drove straight with one hand on the stirring wheel. After finding the lighter, the center console was closed by him and he flicked the metallic lighter's top open. He messed with it a for fifteen seconds to get a little fiery flame going.
At the time when the lighter ignited, he put it close to his mouth to light the cigarette and puffed it a few times to get it going. After fully burning, Jacket closed the lighter up and put it in another letterman's pockets to hold on to. As he smoked, he held the cigarette out the window with his left index finger and middle finger. Jacket reached to a highway ramp that the GPS was telling him to turn at and which he did. At the time he was on the highway, Jacket pressed down on the gas pedal a little harder to pick up speed along the rest of the traffic and headed toward more downtown where the Westside Deathblades reside at. He kept watch of his rpm on the instrument cluster and pressed the clutch to switch gears. From one gear to the next, he was passing traffic while he turned up his radio little louder that played "Beds Are Burning" by Midnight Oil.
Twenty minutes later, Jacket became stuck with the impatient traffic and was trapped there. Horns were blasting at each other and some yelling or cursing out their windows. On the other hand, Jacket was a little irritable by this situation but remained calm and had some patience left in him while the cigarette in his mouth was still burning. He blew smoke out of his mouth as he took the cigarette by the two same fingers and laid his hand outside of the car's window. From sitting there for a while, his eyes sort of became heavy and filled with boredom due to his car not moving an inch. As he closed his eyes for ten seconds, a voice was heard in his car while the radio was turned down since it was playing commercials.
"Hi, baby," a familiar woman's voice spoke and Jacket's car, that caused him to wake up instantly to see his twisted brain's image of Luci sitting in the passenger seat with red vibrant colors, covered her entire body and her hair was also red.
Jacket looked back with that same bored expression he had earlier that was in his eyes. The Luci figure stared back in anger as if she was going to kill him.
"You still haven't avenged me yet from the horrible death I have suffered from. You're still a useless piece of shit like you were just yesterday!" the image of Luci fumed with anger and hatred toward him, but Jacket kept his cool.
"You're not real." Jacket said softly as he turned away from the imagination of Luci while he looked out the driver's window.
"Don't you shut out on me you fucking pig! I'll drag you along to hell with me if you don't listen to me!" the twisted thought of Luci screamed at Jacket while her hair was becoming messier, less than straight.
Her eyes were filled with torment and wrath as if she was ready to kill Jacket. The blonde headed prime smoked calmly with his cigarette that was about to die and blew more through his nostrils while the butt was in his mouth. He got the finished crummy cigarette out of his mouth and flicked it out the window while the traffic was still present. His head turned back to her with his eyes locking up with her's, ready to speak once more.
"Luci wouldn't say those words to me. I just realized she wouldn't get mad at me if I had to move on with no choice. She didn't just save me to live another day but to make sure at the moment that Westside was in good hands. However, what you are, you're nothing more than a fake screaming psychotic bitch that plays more with my mind that has already been tainted." Jacket responded coldly at the anger version of Luci.
She screamed once more in fury and pulled out a handgun from her hip and fire a bullet at Jacket. Suddenly, a blaring horn coming from a hover car behind his DeLorean woke him up. He realized there was room for him to move forward. His foot pressed down on the gas pedal for his car to move forward. The same cigarette from before was still burning in his mouth as he focused on the traffic. He realized after all that, it was just a sick dream. However, Luci was on his mind now and hoped that Omni has redeemed her with life once more.
After thirty minutes, Jacket finally passed the congested part of traffic and continued onward. Shortly after getting away, his GPS told him to make a turn on an exit ramp now. Jacket followed and exited the freeway, down to the city below him. This district of Tier Five appeared to be an urban neighborhood/tourist area with apartments and houses that take up the area along with stores even restaurants. He made a right turn at the red light that awaited at the end of the exit ramp. Traffic here was average and was easy to navigate through. Twelve minutes later, Jacket arrived at the destination which was Central Park of Tier Five.
The atmosphere wasn't bad here, people visited the park to go exercising, enjoy a day off, family outings for the citizens that afford to live on this tier, and hooligans that are present in the darkest or less visited places in the park. Jacket parked in a parking lot of Central Park and got out of his car. By the landscape, the playground wasn't present here. This made Jacket had to go deeper into the park to find the Deathblades' Playground.
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