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Chapter Two: Outlaws
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((In Geralt’s defense I thought Jack had left the room. I looked right over that he stopped!!!!))
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Geralt falls mid bound right between Faye and Jack. God damn it Odysseus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Faye turns around after hearing a correction, “Oh, hey JaahhhHH!!” She stares at him as she held her by her neck, pain stinging through her body. She looks up at him, not even a fear in her eyes, but now just a slowly building rage… She had been over this repeatedly, the children were better off there! They were the foundation of the new OGA and OTA! They would build a better future that only they could see… She glares into Jack’s eyes, tired of running from this… If he wanted to kill her so bad, then he would have to fight her…
She turns around and sees Geralt run… Coward… just like the rest of their kind! Just when she thought he would be different… Her mind and body filled with rage now… She was exposed as a spy, being threatened by a man that should be dead…and now the only other ally she had was a cowardly Lupide…
Her eyes flare red as she looks up at Jack, the smoke not affecting to her this time. “You have no goddamned idea how badly you could be gone…you’ve been saved countless times by your abilities and your allies! I still don’t know why they stand with you!! You’re a horrible leader and they left you, why the fuck are they back, Jack!? Answer me that!! You’re going to get them all killed, you realize it, so why the hell do you keep going!?! It’s pointless!” She growls as she feels her movements slow, her body slowly getting warped into a new place, her eyes still blood red and locked on Jack’s.
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Dog lance walks around the ship, he goes back to his small ship to make sure everything was fine
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Apollo helps Geralt to his feet in a hospitable manner before holding him against next to Jack. “What is wrong with you guys?! We’re supposed to be a team, not a scuffling group of children! Send an ITC (Inversic Telegraph Current) to Spimphy of Cartographer Aerospace Association (CAA)!!” <i>Apollo stopped holding Geralt, gave a remorseful look towards the door as if it was going to kill him, then bolted out the door.</i>
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Odysseus wakes up, and leans up in the green grass, looking around. “Well, this is new… SAL?” SAL’s voice booms down from above in the sky by an unseen source, ‘Yes, sir?’ “Where are we, SAL?” ‘The facility… Are you alright, sir?’ “I don’t know. You say we’re still in the facility?” ‘Yes, sir.’ “Yep, something is definitely wrong.” Odysseus sees the others, and runs towards them.
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“Better place, huh?” Jack chuckled, still smoking.
“I’ll tell you what, since you’re too fucking stupid to comprehend anything outside of the brainwashed shit that your precious little organization fed you with a fucking tube.” Jack threw the cigarette off in the lush grass.
“It’s not a ‘better place.’ It’s horrifying, long, bloody torture. Torture to turn them into weapons. You take ’em as kids, grow ’em and as they get older, they’re too brainwashed to escape. And yeah, my abilities are what keeps me alive. Abilities I got when I was twelve years old, that were given to me through a machine that made my fucking blood boil. Countless experiments to see if I really was immune to everything, the bone breaking over and over, the mind-numbing pain, the ache…it wasn’t a walk in whatever upper-class yuppie suburb park you grew up in. Anyway, fuck you. I might be a shitty leader, but at least I’m not a shitty liar. My team knows I’m a shitty leader. Why the fuck do you think Apollo follows me around? Because I’ve got shit for brains. Now fuck off, little rich girl. I would say go back to whatever third-story apartment complex you crawled out of, but at the moment we’re trapped in a weird ass planet.” Geralt appeared, falling between them both and hitting the ground with a dull ‘thud.’
“And here’s your dog. Keep him on a leash, bark bark.” Jack walked away.
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Geralt gets up with the help of Apollo and, once Apollo is gone, lashes at Jack, fed up with everything. Falling on his stomach was the last thing to set him off. I swear Jack Geralt swipes at Jack’s face, missing by inches you need to stop thinking you’re the leader of everything when you’re the worst person of us all to lead! I WILL kill you one of these days, and I’ll make sure you STAY dead! I’m sick of you! Apollo has more self-control than you and he is a hyperactive Ascendii!!! You think all of us need to learn, meanwhile it’s YOU who needs to learn! Yes, we all have our faults and Faye’s happen to come from the fact that she was a part of the OGA!!! Geralt pulls out his automatic rifle and fires into Jack’s knees, busting his kneecaps up, crippling him. Geralt sees the blood fly out of this knees and relishes in the fervor he feels from injuring Jack. FUCK YOU YOU RACIST SHIT FOR BRAINS LEADER WHO CAN’T EVEN KEEP YOUR OWN LOVER ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Lance is satisfied that his ship is untouched, he switches back to human form, and goes to the room apollo took him to earlier
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Faye growls at him, stepping up to him slowly, “It’s not a better place to you maybe, because you got toughness on the outside, but your mind is fucking nothing! You’re so blind to the majesty of the OGA! Jack…you could have been the leader of the Overwatch Transhuman Arm…” She shakes her head, “And you think what we do is bad? You should just have me list the crimes you bastards have commit—”
She stops herself and looks at Geralt, backing away a bit, seeing the shots fire. Okay that works, gonna let him handle this… She draws her own pistol, for one of two plans…
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Jack started laughing, turning around and storming towards Geralt.
“Oh, I understand the swipe with your little paws.” <i>Jack said, grabbing him.</i>
“Maybe even the bad leader bit. But what I just don’t understand are two things, puppy.” Jack contemplated, still holding onto Geralt.
“One, how you somehow manage to agree with whatever opinion the prettiest girl in the room has at the time, and two, the reason why you had to insult someone you’ve never even met, despite her having more fucking balls than any you could spend your furry ass looking for.” Jack threw Geralt, him flying through the air and landing in a pond. Jack wiped his hands, nodding to himself.
“If any of you need me, I’ll be calling a space taxi.” <i>Jack walked off.</i>
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Apollo, who had run some 20 miles within the last 2 minutes, immediately turned around and headed straight for Geralt, fists aflame. “Don’t think of hurting Jack like that when my back is turned!” Apollo crashed directly into Geralt, flying another 20 miles in the other direction with Geralt’s back to the ground, throwing up dirt and eventually setting the ground on fire. “Don’t – ever – do – anything – like – that – AGAIN!!” Apollo screamed between punches to Geralt’s face before landing him on the ground.
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“Jesus, Apollo, enough.” Jack said, trying to set up a radio tower out of spare metal rods.
“They’re just kneecaps. They grow back.”
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~ Never happened ~
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((Pretend he meant field. And grass. And dirt. Calm your tits, HiFly.))
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