04-05-2016, 09:28 PM
As Tegan made his way out of hist tent with his gear, he scanned over the entire encampment. He needed to find some men to take with him. Unlike Pete, however, he would not not be seeking the assistance of those the Baron thought to be his strongest subjects. If it came to fruition that the King of Nippur, Gilgamesh, did in fact escape Banishment... somehow... then he would have a tough fish to catch. Gilgamesh is or was considered one of the most powerful Primes within the Omniverse. He'd need expendable men, but none so expendable that they brought nothing to the team he was assembling.
As he surveyed his potential candidates, it became clear that many were new bloods. If it was fresh meat he was going to take, he might as well take the whole lot of them. Like throwing moths to a flame to try and extinguish it, only that flame is actually a flamethrower. Then the sound of an argument began to rise throughout the encampment.
"I didn't steal nuffin from you!" Yelled out one of the voices. Tegan started to make his way over to the ruckus.
"I can smell the blood on your lips, its fresh. You ain't my meal..." As Tegan pushed his way through the crowd that formed, he made it to the center where he saw the two men. One was an older looking man, he was holding a knife and extremely tense. The other was an alien, bluish purple skin and what looked like antenna protruding from his cheeks. Tegan had gotten used to all the alien species in the Omniverse, he'd seen this one in the camp before. You stand out when most of the Omniverse is made up of humanoid beings. The alien seemed calm, but the look within his eyes showed his patience was running thin with the man holding the knife. In the time he'd been here, Tegan had never seen the alien creature lose its composure. Always composed, never spoke unless spoken too. He kept to himself, it was the main reason Tegan didn't know much of anything about him.
"Listen here freak... I didn't take your kill. So take your scaly lizard ass back to your tent and think of someone else who mighta done it... or I'll make sure you smell fresh blood." The man clenched the knife tight in his grasp.
"Last chance... give me what you've got or else... I'll tell the Baron myself that I not only confronted you, but warned you, and tried to compromise with you..." The alien whore some type of device over his eye, he reached up and pressed the side of it. Flashes of symbols and sounds of beeping began coming from the device. Tegan and the Alien made eye contact for a brief moment and for a moment the alien looked slightly concerned but then diverted his attention back to the man in front of him. The man with the knife began to panic slightly, then the device stopped and the alien smirked.
The man lunged forward bring the knife around in a wide arc towards the alien, "I warned ya, you fucking Frea...!" before he finished the alien had caught the man by the forearm, and drove an uppercut into the man's gut, dropping the knife. Causing him to keel over. The alien sneered at the man, contemplating if he should finish him off, then thought the better of it. He turned to walk away, when suddenly the man on the ground grabbed the knife again and struck quick at the back of the alien. With great speed the spun around and kicked the knife out of the man's hand and up into the air. With one arm he grabbed the man by the neck, lifting him up off the ground. He raised his other hand, fingers spread wide apart, in front of the man's face. A glow began to emit from his palm, then a visible orb of light appeared. The man's eyes widened in fear as the alien shot the sphere of energy from his hand into the man's face. The body fell limp to the ground, face smoldering.
"...YAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" The crowd erupted in a cheer. This was their form of entertainment. Members of the tribe began exiting the area, slapping the alien on the back and talking to one another about the tussle. The alien reached over and picked up the corpse and tossed it over towards his tent.
Tegan walked up to the alien's tent, "Pretty impressive." As he said this the alien stood tall looking Tegan in the eyes.
"He was one of the newest members. His power was about as much as a sheep herder's... you would have done much better against him." The alien said pointing at the device on his eye. "This picked you out of the entire crowd."
"Is that so?" Brushing his hair from his face, "The name is Tegan." He reached out his arm. The alien looked down at it, then reached out his own hand and shook it.
"The name is Plum." The alien said, then folded his arms across his chest.
"I've come with a proposition for you Plum. How would you like to come on a mission with me? It is one given to me by Baron Deathchew himself. If we succeed we will surely become part of his Elite Warriors." The look of excitement in Tegan's eyes seemed to infect Plum's as well.
"Elite... you say... I've always liked the sound of that... what kind of a mission?" Plum actually seemed to tense up in anticipation. Very unlike his usual self. He couldn't taken his eyes off Tegan.
Tegan leaned in close, his eyes wide, "A mission to capture and devour a King"
As he surveyed his potential candidates, it became clear that many were new bloods. If it was fresh meat he was going to take, he might as well take the whole lot of them. Like throwing moths to a flame to try and extinguish it, only that flame is actually a flamethrower. Then the sound of an argument began to rise throughout the encampment.
"I didn't steal nuffin from you!" Yelled out one of the voices. Tegan started to make his way over to the ruckus.
"I can smell the blood on your lips, its fresh. You ain't my meal..." As Tegan pushed his way through the crowd that formed, he made it to the center where he saw the two men. One was an older looking man, he was holding a knife and extremely tense. The other was an alien, bluish purple skin and what looked like antenna protruding from his cheeks. Tegan had gotten used to all the alien species in the Omniverse, he'd seen this one in the camp before. You stand out when most of the Omniverse is made up of humanoid beings. The alien seemed calm, but the look within his eyes showed his patience was running thin with the man holding the knife. In the time he'd been here, Tegan had never seen the alien creature lose its composure. Always composed, never spoke unless spoken too. He kept to himself, it was the main reason Tegan didn't know much of anything about him.
"Listen here freak... I didn't take your kill. So take your scaly lizard ass back to your tent and think of someone else who mighta done it... or I'll make sure you smell fresh blood." The man clenched the knife tight in his grasp.
"Last chance... give me what you've got or else... I'll tell the Baron myself that I not only confronted you, but warned you, and tried to compromise with you..." The alien whore some type of device over his eye, he reached up and pressed the side of it. Flashes of symbols and sounds of beeping began coming from the device. Tegan and the Alien made eye contact for a brief moment and for a moment the alien looked slightly concerned but then diverted his attention back to the man in front of him. The man with the knife began to panic slightly, then the device stopped and the alien smirked.
The man lunged forward bring the knife around in a wide arc towards the alien, "I warned ya, you fucking Frea...!" before he finished the alien had caught the man by the forearm, and drove an uppercut into the man's gut, dropping the knife. Causing him to keel over. The alien sneered at the man, contemplating if he should finish him off, then thought the better of it. He turned to walk away, when suddenly the man on the ground grabbed the knife again and struck quick at the back of the alien. With great speed the spun around and kicked the knife out of the man's hand and up into the air. With one arm he grabbed the man by the neck, lifting him up off the ground. He raised his other hand, fingers spread wide apart, in front of the man's face. A glow began to emit from his palm, then a visible orb of light appeared. The man's eyes widened in fear as the alien shot the sphere of energy from his hand into the man's face. The body fell limp to the ground, face smoldering.
"...YAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" The crowd erupted in a cheer. This was their form of entertainment. Members of the tribe began exiting the area, slapping the alien on the back and talking to one another about the tussle. The alien reached over and picked up the corpse and tossed it over towards his tent.
Tegan walked up to the alien's tent, "Pretty impressive." As he said this the alien stood tall looking Tegan in the eyes.
"He was one of the newest members. His power was about as much as a sheep herder's... you would have done much better against him." The alien said pointing at the device on his eye. "This picked you out of the entire crowd."
"Is that so?" Brushing his hair from his face, "The name is Tegan." He reached out his arm. The alien looked down at it, then reached out his own hand and shook it.
"The name is Plum." The alien said, then folded his arms across his chest.
"I've come with a proposition for you Plum. How would you like to come on a mission with me? It is one given to me by Baron Deathchew himself. If we succeed we will surely become part of his Elite Warriors." The look of excitement in Tegan's eyes seemed to infect Plum's as well.
"Elite... you say... I've always liked the sound of that... what kind of a mission?" Plum actually seemed to tense up in anticipation. Very unlike his usual self. He couldn't taken his eyes off Tegan.
Tegan leaned in close, his eyes wide, "A mission to capture and devour a King"
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You can attack me, doesn't mean I won't High Tail It! HA!