11-13-2014, 11:50 PM
Two hours of hopping games and songs. Two. Whole. Hours. If he wasn't so good at entertaining himself he probably would have killed himself. Or tried. Apparently that doesn't work here. Not like it ever worked before. But that is neither here nor there, what was here was a door. A giant one. Big and glowing like embers. Smoke pouring from it. Well. Apparently there were gates to hell and he found it. Pass!
Heading west proved to be another gate. This one looking extremely old and shoddy. Appearances were everything and this thing had no good appearance at all. Perhaps if he were Yoshimitsu the Humble he would accept it, but that guy accepted everything. A lot of standards dropped in that era. Again, neither here nor there. And neither was this gate! Pass!
“Shit man, I miss Terry...” The Stormtrooper leaned up against the gate to Coruscant, holding his gun loosely to his side.
“Terry? Just Terry?” The second didn't bother looking at his squadmate. Eyes forward, rifle at the ready. He had been vigilant since academy and he lasted this long well before this bullshit Omniverse and that's how he was gonna last until tomorrow and the next day and the day after that. “What about Jeff? What about Cortez? What about Vicks? Or you know...the thousands of others that have died in the exact same spot we're standing in that we graduated with?” It made him uneasy. Seemed like every five minutes some new Prime showed up and ripped one of their guys' heads off or kicked them in the balls until they coughed them up. “Damn, man, what about that weird ass who made us call him Carl Papa? What was so special about Terry?”
“Well...damn I miss them, too but you know...” The lackluster Trooper rolled his shoulders and found a new spot to get comfy on, “His wife made those bitchin' breakfast burritos for the morning crew. He was my partner so I always got fed...”
“Oh...dude yeah, those burritos were great. Can you believe that asshole Dredd stopped letting us attend funerals?” Still his eyes swept their perimeter, finger on the ring so he could snap straight to the trigger. Years of training used every day. “It's like, just because those other dipshits get killed on a daily basis now there are 'too many funerals to attend' and we can't go to the ones for the people we actually like.”
“Don't get me started. My buddy got killed a couple months back and I couldn't get the time off for his funeral. Totally devastated me.” He inspected his gun. Turning sideways and looking at the dirtying polish that was fading from lack of care. He'd clean it when he got home...said no Trooper ever.
“Wait...I'm your only buddy. Who the hell are you talking about?” The statement almost caused to look at his teammate. Almost. He stiffened and went back to keeping his guard up.
“Uh, that dude with the hot wife. I wanted to, you know...show her my support.” He was silent for a couple seconds. He could the other Trooper wasn't buying it. Deflect with humor! “And...my dick.”
“Knew it. At a funeral, man?”
“When else do you swoop in on another guy's wife? While he's alive?”
The warrior stepped through, hopping on one leg, arm extended, counting his steps. So far he was in the thousands. Perfect balance. Never faltering. Not even the slightest need to correct for balance. The Stormtroopers watched in confusion, the lazier of the two forgetting to even draw his rifle. The other just watched with tense curiosity as he passed by, weapon drawn on him with each jump. Yoshimitsu stopped three feet past the guards. He stood there in his pose for what felt like hours. Then he hopped backwards. Pivoted on one foot to face the soldiers. Bowed his masked face and stared at the two through the eyes of his facade, “Aisatsu, aisatsu!” And he hopped along his merry way.
“The fuck was that?” The Trooper asked as he leaned against the wall.
“I have absolutely no idea...” The other said, defeated. “Man...fuck this place, remember when all we had to worry about was getting killed by Jedi?”
“Yeah, at least then we had like, ten other guys in front of us before some sword wielding magician got to us.”
Heading west proved to be another gate. This one looking extremely old and shoddy. Appearances were everything and this thing had no good appearance at all. Perhaps if he were Yoshimitsu the Humble he would accept it, but that guy accepted everything. A lot of standards dropped in that era. Again, neither here nor there. And neither was this gate! Pass!
“Shit man, I miss Terry...” The Stormtrooper leaned up against the gate to Coruscant, holding his gun loosely to his side.
“Terry? Just Terry?” The second didn't bother looking at his squadmate. Eyes forward, rifle at the ready. He had been vigilant since academy and he lasted this long well before this bullshit Omniverse and that's how he was gonna last until tomorrow and the next day and the day after that. “What about Jeff? What about Cortez? What about Vicks? Or you know...the thousands of others that have died in the exact same spot we're standing in that we graduated with?” It made him uneasy. Seemed like every five minutes some new Prime showed up and ripped one of their guys' heads off or kicked them in the balls until they coughed them up. “Damn, man, what about that weird ass who made us call him Carl Papa? What was so special about Terry?”
“Well...damn I miss them, too but you know...” The lackluster Trooper rolled his shoulders and found a new spot to get comfy on, “His wife made those bitchin' breakfast burritos for the morning crew. He was my partner so I always got fed...”
“Oh...dude yeah, those burritos were great. Can you believe that asshole Dredd stopped letting us attend funerals?” Still his eyes swept their perimeter, finger on the ring so he could snap straight to the trigger. Years of training used every day. “It's like, just because those other dipshits get killed on a daily basis now there are 'too many funerals to attend' and we can't go to the ones for the people we actually like.”
“Don't get me started. My buddy got killed a couple months back and I couldn't get the time off for his funeral. Totally devastated me.” He inspected his gun. Turning sideways and looking at the dirtying polish that was fading from lack of care. He'd clean it when he got home...said no Trooper ever.
“Wait...I'm your only buddy. Who the hell are you talking about?” The statement almost caused to look at his teammate. Almost. He stiffened and went back to keeping his guard up.
“Uh, that dude with the hot wife. I wanted to, you know...show her my support.” He was silent for a couple seconds. He could the other Trooper wasn't buying it. Deflect with humor! “And...my dick.”
“Knew it. At a funeral, man?”
“When else do you swoop in on another guy's wife? While he's alive?”
The warrior stepped through, hopping on one leg, arm extended, counting his steps. So far he was in the thousands. Perfect balance. Never faltering. Not even the slightest need to correct for balance. The Stormtroopers watched in confusion, the lazier of the two forgetting to even draw his rifle. The other just watched with tense curiosity as he passed by, weapon drawn on him with each jump. Yoshimitsu stopped three feet past the guards. He stood there in his pose for what felt like hours. Then he hopped backwards. Pivoted on one foot to face the soldiers. Bowed his masked face and stared at the two through the eyes of his facade, “Aisatsu, aisatsu!” And he hopped along his merry way.
“The fuck was that?” The Trooper asked as he leaned against the wall.
“I have absolutely no idea...” The other said, defeated. “Man...fuck this place, remember when all we had to worry about was getting killed by Jedi?”
“Yeah, at least then we had like, ten other guys in front of us before some sword wielding magician got to us.”