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 Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 2:19 am
Ryn was numb with shock. He didn't even realize that he had fallen to his knees while holding onto the body of his friend...
That...even Crew was gone too, the crushed pieces scattered all over...
Death, although familiar in the world of Rogues and Mercenaries, was something the nineteen year old had very rarely experienced. Now, it was his reality.
The smell of burnt flesh and blood was not the thing that jarred young Ryn from his stuper; it was that devil. The one that rained "divine justice" was a cold-blooded murder with no heart beating within it's chest. Head bowed, Ryn stood as the Judge taunted him further but he spoke nothing. He only laided poor Lacky on the stone ground and gently closed his eyes. Shamefully, he could not offer the same comfort to Crew-....no, Nar.
"Is this what you call Justice?" His head shot up and multi-colored eyes glared straight at that cursed mask with tears streaming down his face. His tattoo almost seemed to glow with his uncontained rage. "The senseless murder of my comrades?!" He spat at the executioner before gritting his teeth; no doubt his ally was feeling his rage as well. "You want Justice?! Then face my Justice! BASTERD! GO TO HELL!" With that, he started rapid-firing at the accursed figure in the foul room. Over a small com-link, he could faintly hear Xyn's bellowing roars as the liger made an attempt to get to his humans' side to aide him.
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 2:37 am
 The room rang with the sound of Ryn's gun, but the sound of the Judge was silent. Slowly the fog cleared to reveal a horrific sight. The people he had seen earlier while being escorted into Ander's room were now laying on the floor. Each with a fatal wound caused by his own gun. (( Oddly, Ander, the leader of the Gang, was not among the bodies. )) "Fate is in favor of you little boy..." The demon laughed in his mind. "I shall not take your life today, and you shall live with this memory burned into your head. I will make sure of that. Boy, I have your mind..." It hissed in amusement at his efforts. The shrill of the jury, a sound none to pleasant to the ears, could be heard as the fog cleared from the outside, leaving the liger and his pilot alone. In Llacky's hand he clutched tightly an emerald pendant. And next to that was a bloody shard of what looked to have been a part of the Judge's mask. 
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 2:55 am
As the smoke cleared, the bodies became visual and Ryn could only stand there with his head bowed in grief, in rage, in shame...
The Judge and it's Jury were gone.
Chaos was abundant outside.
And here he stood in a pool of death, with those he wanted to call friend now gone to the otherside.
Ryuu clattered to the floor, numb and sweaty hands no longer able to hold onto the elegant weapon. He dropped to his knees and started sobbing, fingers clenched into fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Ryn could feel the tears flowing...yet he remained silent, unable to yell and scream like he wanted so badly.
"Im sorry..." He choked on the words as he kneeled there in the center of the room. "Lacky....Nar....Everyone. I...I didn't mean to...I didn't mean for you to get mixed up in my mess..." He lifted his head and stared at the bodies. "............Please forgive me."
Outside, Xyn howled his rage as the Jury vanished in a flare of black smoke. How he longed to destroy that evil ZOID...but first things first. He had to get out of this mess with Ryn before more problems cropped up, like Chimera Dragons decided to pop out of the sand to see what was going on.
Ryn wiped his eyes as the memory lingered...Did the Judge want him to come after it? Most likely, yes...But his pride snapped at him that it wasn't a logical thing to do! Not at his current level. Standing up, he reached down to grab Ryuu when the green glimmer caught his attention. Crouching down next to Lacky's body, Ryn gently pulled open the clenched fist and stared at the emerald pendant.
So...this was his "Parole"? What an over-extravagent b*****d that masked freak was.
"Of course i'll atone, you moron...." Ryn whispered as his fingers lingered on the gem. "But death is not my atonement. I'll live and keeping walking." He let a light smirk touch his lips before it faded. "That's what everyone would have wanted..."
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 3:20 am
"Murdering people of different fractions and bustin' Zoids?"
"The senseless murder of my comrades?!" His own words echoed from the walls of the room. The Judge's laughter in combination with those words, rubbing them in his mind as a man would to his dog in its own waist. Scolding, mocking, degrading, every element attached to the torture.
"Don't listen to it...." A female voice called from behind the door. She sounded to be out of breath and in somewhat of a panicked state.
"That's how it wins.... IT can't win... You stood up to it, that means it is not in control of you." She held back a scream. "Get back to your ZOID...get out of here and don't look back. Don't pursue it... you will only end up like your friends... or like the demon itself.... Live your life.... don't look.... back"
The sound of metal moving could be heard just before the door begun to open slowly. The woman gasped.
"You know who you are.... don't let it define you. Don't fall to it as I have...."
She gasped again than vanished down the hall. The sound of metal following her.
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 3:33 am
Ryn listened to the gentle words of an unknown female; they reached out and soothed the wounds on his hearts and soul, turning them into scars that would remind him but not pain him.
Smiling as she vanished and the door started to open, Ryn reached out and gently took the pendant from Lacky's hand. Rubbing it gently so the blood was gone, he gently looped it around his neck before grabbing and staring at the shard of the Mask that the Joudge had worn. Just having it there, laying in his palm, it just seemed to burn to the touch.
"Don't look back?" He grinned and stuffed the shard into his ammunition pouch before re-hooking Ryuu back into it's holster. "I don't plan to. Don't worry; if it wants to come and find me...let it. Im gunna be much stronger the next we meet face-to-face." He stretched and turned towards the open door. He had to get over to Xyn, poor guy was probably going nuts outside the fortress right now.
And to top it off, he had to go visit Old Man too...
Something like this calls for a Whiskey on the rocks.
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 3:52 am
Though the scanners would not pick up completely on this large ZOID, a feint image on the radar suggested another ZOID, bipedal dino type, moving fast in the opposite direction. The image flicking in and out as the stealth function on the ZOID struggled to work. Even so, the image was never clear enough to betray what it was. Only its dark crimson color could be determined by the large blur that would show up now and than until completely fading.
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The old man's tent was now empty. He was just outside hanging a "closed" sign, constantly looking over the horizon for the little, in his mind, rogue to return for some alcohol. Inside was a flask of whiskey sitting on a barrel waiting for Ryn to claim it. The old man had set it out hours ago.
Silently he was preying that Ryn was not being a moron again....
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 4:00 am
Ryn smiled as the welcomed sight of the Market came into view over the desert dunes; heck, even Xyn seemed over-joyed to be back in well-known territory. The ZOID gave a happy rumble and settled down at the edge of the tent/shall area, allowing his human to jump down.
Ryn's smile only widened when he walked towards the hangout tent; whooped and waved to the elder before running over. No one, if they were to look out now, would think that Ryn had changed in anyway whatsoever...
Of course, save for the giant Chimera tattoo that now decorated his back. He didn't intend on trying to get it off anytime soon. It, and the pendant, were his only physical reminders of short time spent among new friends...
"HEY! OLD MAN!" The teen grinned at him. "I know it's closing time, but how's about you spare me a bottle of drink? Ypou can then give that lesson on driving drunk?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 4:10 am
The old man sighed with relief as he saw the graffiti a-fied liger come into view. Instead of a warm hug as one may expect, he gave him a slap upside the head.
"Ya got ye self a drink on the table... AN if yer gonna get drunk than yer staying 'ere again!!!" he old man huffed as he shoved Ryn back into his tent for the promised drink.
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