Dead Men Run- Hounds of War
Trent and Guy just stared at the sky for what seemed like hours. Trent finally broke the silence. " So, Guy, what should we do?"
Guy didn't look Trent in the eyes, merely stared off into the sky. " I was thinking of doing it."
Trent understood but felt he had to say something. " Ya know this is crazy, right?"
Guy only shook his head " The way I see it we're damned if we do, damned if we don't. If we just sit here and do nothin either those Hassken things will kill us or this planet will."
Trent agreed "Yeah Guy. But lets assume that we can even get off this planet. That we can get a ship and get off. Where do we go? Back home? I mean they wont exactly welcome us to Earth with open arms. Or the colonies for that matter."
Guy finally looked Trent in the eyes and smiled " Yeah a fugitve escaped con and a fugitive gun smuggler. Aren't we the odd pair."
The two shared a small, akward laugh for whatever it was worth. Death's tension lifted a little and they continued to talk. " Well, lets go tell Sheel that well do this crazy thing," Guy said with a moment of hesitation.
Trent started walking the other direction towards the site of the crash. " You go on ahead. I need to get some things."
Guy panicked and stopped Trent " Hey wait a minute, come on now you do it. I'm horrible at this telepathetic-whatever you call it. I think you would do better talking to them."
Trent turned around and said reassuringly "Don't worry. I'll be back soon. Just don't think too hard. It's like talking to yourself in your head, only you act like people can hear. I'm sure you'll do fine," and with that Trent turned away and walked to the crash site.
Guy took a deep sigh and walked back into the villiage. He walked into Sheel's tent. Sheel's eyes shone blue. " Where is the other one," he asked.
Guy relaxed and tried to talk in his head as calm as he could " He went to get some things. Trent will be back soon."
Meanwhile Trent had a hard time getting back to the ship seeing how the last time he had gone through the forest he was attacked and dragged but soon he found his way out of it and found his ship. He went to the cargo hold and took out 3 cases. He strapped one to his back and carried the other two in each hand. He then made his way to the villiage.
Sheel asked Guy "So, do you agree to do it?"
Guy replied yes and sheel returned his answer with something that could be a smile, if he only had lips to do it with. Sheel then stood from his crouched position, put down his pipe and walked outside. Quickly he came back and grabbed Guy by the arm to bring Guy with him. He looked at Guy and said " Come we must tell the others"
The army of shadow were still in the villiage center, only this time they sat kneeling and waiting. They showed no evidence of moving for however long Trent and Guy where in Sheels tent. They stood at attention to the sight of Sheel. Every one that is except for Zin who had not even took the time to rest he had stood in his spot and was right there when Guy came back. Zin's yellow eyes fixated with a pensive awareness.
Sheel raised his arms and spoke aloud to everyone, even Guy could hear Sheel's telepathic voice. " My people. They have decided to grace us and give us a fighting chance."
The shadow army said nothing but went back on their knees and started bowing to Guy. Guy tapped Sheel on his shoulder and thought " What do you want from us anyway? I mean, how can we help?"
Sheel turned and said " Well for one we need the technology your friend has. Like I said we are simple people, and if he has a ship like them, then he must have something else we can use. Besides I probed his mind and found out that he had a whole storage of those things you were carrying when we found you. If we can only use them then I know we would have a better chance."
Guy thought for a minute and asked " Well what about me? Do you even need me?"
Sheel reassured Guy " Well sure. You're big, strong and intimidating. I'm sure that will be useful on the battlefield."
Zin shot off an angry tone that rang out in the minds of everyone there. " Size is NOTHING on the battlefield! We do not need you, and we do not want you.Just your friends weapons. We are capable of fighting our own battles. You are doing nothing here but dying slowly," then Zin pulled out a knife "for both our sakes I should just slay you now where you stand."
Sheel tried to stop Zin but Guy thought to him " No, let me do this."
Guy pulled out a knife from his orange shirt. Zin and Guy stared each other down. No matter what happened, they knew the rules of a knife fight. It was gonna be dirty, fast and there was a big garantee that some one or both of them was going to get cut. In a flash of glittering steel the two started.
Thrusts were shared one after the other, each one being slapped away. Jerky cuts were launched each missing their mortal targets. Finally Zin turned his blade upside down and cut in figure-8's. Guy gaining some distance from this deadly flash, shifted his knife and did the same. The blades slammed into contact with a titanic clang and sparks fired like lighting. Zin drew his blade back and fired his arm like an arrow towards Guy's heart. Guy tried to slap it away but his arm only got in the knife's path. Zin's blade skipped across Guy's arm and crimson poured down.
Zin continued thrusting fanaticly while Guy used every muscle in his body to dodge each thrust. Zin then tried to thrust home to Guy's soft,beating core. Guy went for the same grab but this time found Zin's wrist in time. He stepped in and clamped Zin's wrist with his blade, causing Zin to wince and blood to trickle down. Then using his bloody arm he pushes Zin's head back and kicks his legs out from under him. Zin's body fell with a thud. Guy then wrapped his bloody arm around Zin's bloody knife arm like a boa constrictor and applied pressure to the blade.
Guy shouted in a deafening mental shout "GIVE UP!" and with a few seconds of struggle Zin finally dropped his knife. Guy helped up Zin and put his knife away. Zin put his knife away and returned to his stance at attention. Guy raised his bloody arm and mentally shouted " My friend and I are here to fight in your war. You can either except us, or get out of our way. We are fighting for you so it's your choice."
Trent came walking into the villiage with his 3 cases. He dropped his other two and freaked out with what he saw. " Guy! What is this!? I'm gone for like a second and.... I mean what happened here!?"
Guy tried to talk to Trent through his panting breaths " Relax Trent, its ok. Me and spunky here had a bit of an arguement, but we worked everything out. They all know we're gonna help. So it looks like you and me will have to play mercenaries here."
Trent smiled and dropped the case on his back " Good," he said opening the case and removing a shotgun " I always wanted to give this thing a run."
And with that Trent racked his shot gun. Guy smiled. They weren't sure if they could really win a war, but they knew at that moment that they were gonna give em hell.
Guy didn't look Trent in the eyes, merely stared off into the sky. " I was thinking of doing it."
Trent understood but felt he had to say something. " Ya know this is crazy, right?"
Guy only shook his head " The way I see it we're damned if we do, damned if we don't. If we just sit here and do nothin either those Hassken things will kill us or this planet will."
Trent agreed "Yeah Guy. But lets assume that we can even get off this planet. That we can get a ship and get off. Where do we go? Back home? I mean they wont exactly welcome us to Earth with open arms. Or the colonies for that matter."
Guy finally looked Trent in the eyes and smiled " Yeah a fugitve escaped con and a fugitive gun smuggler. Aren't we the odd pair."
The two shared a small, akward laugh for whatever it was worth. Death's tension lifted a little and they continued to talk. " Well, lets go tell Sheel that well do this crazy thing," Guy said with a moment of hesitation.
Trent started walking the other direction towards the site of the crash. " You go on ahead. I need to get some things."
Guy panicked and stopped Trent " Hey wait a minute, come on now you do it. I'm horrible at this telepathetic-whatever you call it. I think you would do better talking to them."
Trent turned around and said reassuringly "Don't worry. I'll be back soon. Just don't think too hard. It's like talking to yourself in your head, only you act like people can hear. I'm sure you'll do fine," and with that Trent turned away and walked to the crash site.
Guy took a deep sigh and walked back into the villiage. He walked into Sheel's tent. Sheel's eyes shone blue. " Where is the other one," he asked.
Guy relaxed and tried to talk in his head as calm as he could " He went to get some things. Trent will be back soon."
Meanwhile Trent had a hard time getting back to the ship seeing how the last time he had gone through the forest he was attacked and dragged but soon he found his way out of it and found his ship. He went to the cargo hold and took out 3 cases. He strapped one to his back and carried the other two in each hand. He then made his way to the villiage.
Sheel asked Guy "So, do you agree to do it?"
Guy replied yes and sheel returned his answer with something that could be a smile, if he only had lips to do it with. Sheel then stood from his crouched position, put down his pipe and walked outside. Quickly he came back and grabbed Guy by the arm to bring Guy with him. He looked at Guy and said " Come we must tell the others"
The army of shadow were still in the villiage center, only this time they sat kneeling and waiting. They showed no evidence of moving for however long Trent and Guy where in Sheels tent. They stood at attention to the sight of Sheel. Every one that is except for Zin who had not even took the time to rest he had stood in his spot and was right there when Guy came back. Zin's yellow eyes fixated with a pensive awareness.
Sheel raised his arms and spoke aloud to everyone, even Guy could hear Sheel's telepathic voice. " My people. They have decided to grace us and give us a fighting chance."
The shadow army said nothing but went back on their knees and started bowing to Guy. Guy tapped Sheel on his shoulder and thought " What do you want from us anyway? I mean, how can we help?"
Sheel turned and said " Well for one we need the technology your friend has. Like I said we are simple people, and if he has a ship like them, then he must have something else we can use. Besides I probed his mind and found out that he had a whole storage of those things you were carrying when we found you. If we can only use them then I know we would have a better chance."
Guy thought for a minute and asked " Well what about me? Do you even need me?"
Sheel reassured Guy " Well sure. You're big, strong and intimidating. I'm sure that will be useful on the battlefield."
Zin shot off an angry tone that rang out in the minds of everyone there. " Size is NOTHING on the battlefield! We do not need you, and we do not want you.Just your friends weapons. We are capable of fighting our own battles. You are doing nothing here but dying slowly," then Zin pulled out a knife "for both our sakes I should just slay you now where you stand."
Sheel tried to stop Zin but Guy thought to him " No, let me do this."
Guy pulled out a knife from his orange shirt. Zin and Guy stared each other down. No matter what happened, they knew the rules of a knife fight. It was gonna be dirty, fast and there was a big garantee that some one or both of them was going to get cut. In a flash of glittering steel the two started.
Thrusts were shared one after the other, each one being slapped away. Jerky cuts were launched each missing their mortal targets. Finally Zin turned his blade upside down and cut in figure-8's. Guy gaining some distance from this deadly flash, shifted his knife and did the same. The blades slammed into contact with a titanic clang and sparks fired like lighting. Zin drew his blade back and fired his arm like an arrow towards Guy's heart. Guy tried to slap it away but his arm only got in the knife's path. Zin's blade skipped across Guy's arm and crimson poured down.
Zin continued thrusting fanaticly while Guy used every muscle in his body to dodge each thrust. Zin then tried to thrust home to Guy's soft,beating core. Guy went for the same grab but this time found Zin's wrist in time. He stepped in and clamped Zin's wrist with his blade, causing Zin to wince and blood to trickle down. Then using his bloody arm he pushes Zin's head back and kicks his legs out from under him. Zin's body fell with a thud. Guy then wrapped his bloody arm around Zin's bloody knife arm like a boa constrictor and applied pressure to the blade.
Guy shouted in a deafening mental shout "GIVE UP!" and with a few seconds of struggle Zin finally dropped his knife. Guy helped up Zin and put his knife away. Zin put his knife away and returned to his stance at attention. Guy raised his bloody arm and mentally shouted " My friend and I are here to fight in your war. You can either except us, or get out of our way. We are fighting for you so it's your choice."
Trent came walking into the villiage with his 3 cases. He dropped his other two and freaked out with what he saw. " Guy! What is this!? I'm gone for like a second and.... I mean what happened here!?"
Guy tried to talk to Trent through his panting breaths " Relax Trent, its ok. Me and spunky here had a bit of an arguement, but we worked everything out. They all know we're gonna help. So it looks like you and me will have to play mercenaries here."
Trent smiled and dropped the case on his back " Good," he said opening the case and removing a shotgun " I always wanted to give this thing a run."
And with that Trent racked his shot gun. Guy smiled. They weren't sure if they could really win a war, but they knew at that moment that they were gonna give em hell.