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Chapter Five: Retribution
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Apollo put his hand on the table and accidentally made a hole in it. “Meeting’s over.” Apollo exited the room. “Pandora you look bored. Wanna play catch?” Apollo pulled out an orange ball, some of the paint worn off, revealing the lead interior. “You can start. I’ll go to the end of the corridor and we can throw from there.” Apollo handed Pandora the ball and flew down the corridor, about 200 yards from Pandora. -Through comms- “This is Apollo. Ready?”
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“um, yeah”, She said through the comm before hefting the led ball a couple times before chucking it at Apollo, it didn’t go very fare a started to roll after 150 meters of the way.
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Jack sat at the table of the bar, tracing a line in the wood with his finger. He took another sip of his drink.
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Apollo watched the ball roll, then picked it up. “It’s on its way back right about now!” Apollo catapulted the ball with too much force, so it flew in an arc, scratching the ceiling, before it began to descend towards Pandora.
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*Pandora half spread her wings and caught the ball like a foot ball near her stomach, she grunted when catching it then hefted it up and chucked it again, flapped her wings in an effort to make the ball do farther this time*
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Apollo had taken a huge step back to catch the ball and successfully did, although having to exert some effort to receive it. “Nice throw!” Apollo then launched the ball back to Pandora, hoping that it would do something fun this time.
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*Pandora jumped up and cought it with two hands although the it kept going, she flapped her wings as she fell back into the wall make a couple Crimson feathers float around, she had made a little dent were her hands were. Pandora grunted again and pushed off the wall with her wings*”Good throw”, she said smiling before throwing it back using her wings again so it could make it.
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Apollo quickly caught the ball, but accidentally triggered his electrokinesis, causing the ball to swell about 3 times its original size. “Uh, Pandora, we should play bowling. Watch out!” Apollo released the giant lead ball which rolled down the hallway.
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“Huh? Whoa!”, she said flapping up and out of the balls way. she landed and picked up the ball with to hands.”Wait with what pins?”, she asked setting it down and lightly tapped it with the side of her foot to see if she could kick it but it didn’t move. (How can electricity enlarge led? Never mind XD)
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(thermal expansion LOL) Apollo shrugged. “Nevermind, we’re almost at Hesperia. We should just wait.”
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“Yay! Wait can we drop this on one of the OGA soldiers heads?”, she said smirking evilly.
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Calypsa begins the downward descent towards Hesperia’s surface, and calls over the intercom. “Ok everyone. This mission is going to be a bit more unorthodox than the others. We have been called in to protect a man by the name of Matthew Cooper. He’s a lawyer, currently defending the planet’s leader Samul Tyron, a prominent but polarizing member of the planet’s Bengar Clan, accused of murder. Now, while this court case might seem unimportant, it is vital. The opposing clan, Goldus-Kux has OGA sympathizers up the Yin-Yang, meaning if the Bengar Clan is forced of power, we lose the planet. And we can’t afford to lose Hesperia. Well need to blend in, but remember, in certain areas no one will have any qualms in killing you. The suburbs of the Cap-City are notorious for a particularly unsavory brand of justice, and while things have calmed down in the last three decades, we want to avoid them hearing back up. Any questions?”
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“Can I smash all the OGA cruisers instead of looking for this matt fellow?”, Pandora said setting down the ‘bowling ball’.
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Meanwhile…
Ozymandias watches the replay of Jack’s ship leaving on a viewer screen, far away. He chuckles lightly, his eyes glowing red, and turns around, facing two men, each masked with black bandanas and reflective glasses. They look nearly identical, especially in clothing, with their black combat boots, gray shirts, gray pants, black vests and black cowboy hats, except for two distinctions. One is blonde, with extremely short-cut hair, and is carrying two revolvers in their holsters. The other has long black hair, and is holding an old looking rifle in one hand, while manipulating an antique coin in the other. Both are eerily silent. Ozymandias speaks to them both. “I’ve heard of your services, boys! You’re some of the best! So that’s why I’m going to pay you quite well. You,” <i>Ozymandias says he points to the blonde one, </i>”The Gunslinger. You’re going to track down and kill Apollo and his associates in Hesperia. And you,” Ozymandias points to the one with black hair. “The Second Gunman, you are going to track down and kill Jack, the one on the screen. 150,000 credits a head.” Ozymandias’s eyes flicker for a moment, wavering in their red intensity. “300… 300,000 credits for every one you bring me back alive. Good luck, boys.” Each gunman turns around, moving simultaneously with the other, and they take off in their separate ships for their targets. ((These gunmen are going to be comically difficult to kill. They’re androids. Think of terminator level invulnerability. It will be fun.))
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Cyborga shoved open the door the bar though she looked far too young to be attending such a place where alcohol was being served. However the way her movements were precise it was clear she was not human, at least not fully. She stopped in the middle of the mess of the bar where there was whisky spilled on the floor just beneath her black boots and the smell of drunken men and women that assaulted her still human nose. Her left eye’s pupil widened incredibly as she took in the room, scanning through the crowd of people that kept giving her negatives of Jack. Jack the one known for causing trouble with the OGA, Jack the experiment who’d escaped to form a rebellion. A green check mark popped up next to a man sitting at the bar table and Cy stepped carefully that way, pushing a drunken man off the occupied stool next to Jack and taking a seat.
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