Thread: Destruction's Right Hand (Razgriz & WritingxDreamer)

Jeez, don't look so surprised, Gwendolyn. I'm not made of china, you know he replied half-jokingly as she approached him though he'd be lying if he said her obvious worry about his well-being didn't warm his heart a little. Hemmingway rolled his shoulder, working out the stiffness as he got used to not having pain after being shot he sure could use some of that instant healing foam or whatever that good-intentioned sociopath had. He still couldn't believe the luck surviving an encounter with even three Enforcer soldiers, let alone a Captain and a platoon, was something definitely worth its bragging rights. Though he knew it was mostly because of that Shiva and his mechanized creations that really pulled through. In a way it pissed him off that Shiva had interfered, but he was more than glad they had a guardian angel for this encounter. Gwendolyn's question snapped him out of his little daydream he simply replied, We're going home and finishing up what we need to do around town. And... He then trailed off as the corpses of the few that died during the ambush were carefully loaded onto the smaller ATVs, continuing in a more solemn tone, There's going to be some obituaries we need to make sure are known. Hemmingway always hated losing his people, and he knew Redstone didn't take the death of his citizens lightly. Though perhaps he would find condolence in the fact that the attackers had been thoroughly eradicated. Regardless, there was still work to be done after everything was loaded up onto the respective transport vehicles and goodbyes were said, both parties started the return journey home. Onward and upward, Shiva and Ivan flew to parts unknown, the latter carrying the now-unconscious Captain Milligan. The Enforcer official wouldn't shut up, so Ivan took it upon himself to silence the man, at least temporarily. Father, I do not understand if this man is so dangerous, why are we allowing him to live? Would it not be more prudent to terminate him? A snicker could be heard from Shiva's robot form, its projected voice saying Oh, Ivan, Ivan, Ivan. You still have so much to learn about the art of war. And human psychology there are punishments far worse than death, my boy. Ivan was of course confused advanced as his AI programming was, there was still much of the human world he did not fully comprehend. And with that lack of understanding came a definitive lack of moral cognizance. This way, my boy Shiva then said, turning his robot so that he angled his flight path toward a patch of deserted rock. Now, Ivan, I want you to say not a word. Understood? The large golden android simply nodded Shiva's vocal processors then started making a strange array of noises Three sharp clicks, then a distorted, throaty warble followed lastly by a ghastly moan. At once, shadowy figures emerged from the surroundings one stepped forth to greet the two strangers. It was a male, his five-foot-six toned form pale and ghost-like and his flesh covered in simple bandolier straps and shorts, the exposed portions had strange tattoos all over it. Who...ssstthhh......daressss to ssssummon the Ssssspectre Tribalssss? the man's voice said, possessing a significantly raspy quality. Shiva's form stepped forward, replying I do.....But I wouldn't get so upset.....For I have something that might interest you......Ivan, if you would. Captain Milligan's unconscious form was laid down at the feet of the apparent leader of this group a sharpened, curved blade was procured and its tip poked into the side of the Enforcer. What issss....sssttthhhh.....thisss? You dare to....sssstttthhh.....bring Enforcer trash here? Shiva's bot then produced what appeared to be a hockey mask and threw it right next to the body of the Enforcer Captain, saying I found this on him......... The tattooed man's bloodshot eyes widened, seeming to recognize the face-plate before bending over to pick it up. No....It can't be.....sssttthhhh......Thisssss man...... Yes, he killed Bonepick......Your boss........ The tattooed man's hands clenched the mask, angry that their leader had been defeated. Your gift....ssssthhh....isssss much apprccccciated, sssstranger. But how..... Did I know? I have very good ears and eyes........ At this Captain Milligan seemed to wake up, little by little the tattooed man looked down and back-handed the Enforcer. Filthy garbage!........ssssttth.......You two! Take him to the Wailing Room...ssssttthhhhh.....I want his screams to be.....sssttthhh....the music we dance to! Two more Spectres, glad in almost the same fashion as the one, grabbed the reeling Captain and dragged him off. No! No! Unhand me, you unwashed brutes! The Enforcers will have your heads for this! Stop! Milligan shouted before he disappeared, his screams fading into nothing. Well......Have fun now.....Come along, Ivan Shiva said once more, waving good-bye as he and Ivan took to the heavens once more, leaving the tribals to decide how to best deal with this new...toy of theirs. Ivan was still confused as to just what happened, but had the feeling his father knew something he didn't. And if it meant one less Enforcer in the world, then it was alright.