06-19-2016, 11:39 AM
Abner watched as the red lizard-thing sauntered off into the plane to look for some food. He wasn’t typically that rude to a stranger, especially one trapped in such a shitty situation alongside him. However, he was already mad enough, and this wasn’t the time to be trick-or-treating. So, he gave a flimsy gesture over his shoulder towards where he’d looted some food, but the lizard was already gone. He also made a mental note to find a bag with a tighter seal, as apparently the smell was still getting out.
Whatever. That could wait. Abner’s eyes locked on Tucker Tuckerson, an apparent Syntech employee, based on his way of dressing. The man was standing in the open, checking a fairly minor wound on his arm. That was great for Abner, because he didn’t even have to deal with a twinge of guilt for pulling him away from something productive. Still, he’d have to be quick with this. It wouldn’t be long before some self-righteous asshole in this group showed themselves and started spouting out about friendship and the power of love at the first sign of turmoil.
Abner marched right up to the man from behind, then grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him backwards. Tucker slammed into the fuselage of the plane with a thud and a yelp, and Abner was immediately in front of him, pinning the man against the plane with an extended left arm against his chest. The prime did not draw his gun in his other hand, or even make the slightest indication he intended to, but he kept it free and ready to do so if needed. He did, however, ball it up into a fist, just in case a little percussive persuasion was needed.
“Where are we!?” Abner got right to the point, and didn’t bother worrying about the volume of his voice. “What is this place!?”
“I don’t know!” Tucker responded just as loudly, clutching his wounded arm with the good one.
“Syntech loads everyone into a plane and flies us across their own private ‘verse, and you’re telling me you know nothing about where we end up?” Abner challenged the man’s reactionary statement. “You’re gonna have to do better than that.”
“It’s the truth, though!” Tucker fumbled through his basic speech. “We were already heading to an island that Mr. Jak, himself, didn’t remember being there. R-Remember?”
“So this is where the other search crew went missing?” Abner asked, now lowering his volume to speaking level, but the rage still seeped through. “And we didn’t take any precautions, given that it might happen to us, too?”
“Sir, this isn’t even the island we were flying to!” Tucker stammered out. “We were still at least an hour and a half away from our destination.”
Abner paused, his face appearing completely emotionless for just a few seconds as he let that sink in. Then, just as quickly, he was back to that all too familiar emotion.
“That would have been a good thing to lead off with!” Abner escalated his tone again, and pushed Tucker against the plane a little harder. “That, or explaining to me why you guys have an island where primes can’t do the things that makes them primes! I worked pretty damn hard to get these super powers.”
“I’m sorry, but I really don’t know much more!” Tucker explained. “Mr. Jak brought me along to deal with a lot of the miscellaneous tasks that come with an endeavor like this.”
“If you work for him, that means he summoned you here,” Abner challenged that statement as well. He really did believe that the man didn’t know too much more, but he wanted to push a little further just to be safe. “He has no reason to recruit from outside his own private world, and he has no reason not to trust you!”
“I really don’t know the details on how and why Mr. Jak operates!” Tucker continued to admit, at a loss for how to appease this man.
Abner stared the man in the eyes, continuing to do his best to get a read on him. He could see it, though. Syntech’s people were just as clueless as the rest of them. Maybe Karl Jak knew a little more, but there was no telling where to find him or the others. Abner released him and stepped back, and Tucker slumped to the ground. The world weary former Stormtrooper did nothing to help him, and instead just turned and walked away.
There was no sense in pondering how they got here any further. All that mattered now was getting off this miserable rock.
Whatever. That could wait. Abner’s eyes locked on Tucker Tuckerson, an apparent Syntech employee, based on his way of dressing. The man was standing in the open, checking a fairly minor wound on his arm. That was great for Abner, because he didn’t even have to deal with a twinge of guilt for pulling him away from something productive. Still, he’d have to be quick with this. It wouldn’t be long before some self-righteous asshole in this group showed themselves and started spouting out about friendship and the power of love at the first sign of turmoil.
Abner marched right up to the man from behind, then grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him backwards. Tucker slammed into the fuselage of the plane with a thud and a yelp, and Abner was immediately in front of him, pinning the man against the plane with an extended left arm against his chest. The prime did not draw his gun in his other hand, or even make the slightest indication he intended to, but he kept it free and ready to do so if needed. He did, however, ball it up into a fist, just in case a little percussive persuasion was needed.
“Where are we!?” Abner got right to the point, and didn’t bother worrying about the volume of his voice. “What is this place!?”
“I don’t know!” Tucker responded just as loudly, clutching his wounded arm with the good one.
“Syntech loads everyone into a plane and flies us across their own private ‘verse, and you’re telling me you know nothing about where we end up?” Abner challenged the man’s reactionary statement. “You’re gonna have to do better than that.”
“It’s the truth, though!” Tucker fumbled through his basic speech. “We were already heading to an island that Mr. Jak, himself, didn’t remember being there. R-Remember?”
“So this is where the other search crew went missing?” Abner asked, now lowering his volume to speaking level, but the rage still seeped through. “And we didn’t take any precautions, given that it might happen to us, too?”
“Sir, this isn’t even the island we were flying to!” Tucker stammered out. “We were still at least an hour and a half away from our destination.”
Abner paused, his face appearing completely emotionless for just a few seconds as he let that sink in. Then, just as quickly, he was back to that all too familiar emotion.
“That would have been a good thing to lead off with!” Abner escalated his tone again, and pushed Tucker against the plane a little harder. “That, or explaining to me why you guys have an island where primes can’t do the things that makes them primes! I worked pretty damn hard to get these super powers.”
“I’m sorry, but I really don’t know much more!” Tucker explained. “Mr. Jak brought me along to deal with a lot of the miscellaneous tasks that come with an endeavor like this.”
“If you work for him, that means he summoned you here,” Abner challenged that statement as well. He really did believe that the man didn’t know too much more, but he wanted to push a little further just to be safe. “He has no reason to recruit from outside his own private world, and he has no reason not to trust you!”
“I really don’t know the details on how and why Mr. Jak operates!” Tucker continued to admit, at a loss for how to appease this man.
Abner stared the man in the eyes, continuing to do his best to get a read on him. He could see it, though. Syntech’s people were just as clueless as the rest of them. Maybe Karl Jak knew a little more, but there was no telling where to find him or the others. Abner released him and stepped back, and Tucker slumped to the ground. The world weary former Stormtrooper did nothing to help him, and instead just turned and walked away.
There was no sense in pondering how they got here any further. All that mattered now was getting off this miserable rock.