Lords of Rock

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A Rock Hard Land for Rock Hard Men.

The Rockaverse

The Land of Plenty

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The Rockaverse is a part of Lords of Rock.

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Syra Onnet [88] A thrall who seeks more from life.
Captain Ash [20] A man gone wild, either by lust, by wars, or by the desert sun. Or maybe he's just clinically insane.
M'Kama [14] Life and death, two sides of the same coin. With that in mind, he crafts his own luck.
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Blacksun emerged from his private study, leaving Syra and the Crown Prince to their own devices. He smiled coldly seeing the new company in what was supposed to be his private lounge.

"I'm sorry, it seems a few too many people have found their way into this private area, I'm sure you folks would be more content with the party downstairs and around the rest of the manor," He gestured for the new party-crashers to see themselves out.




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"You will be leaving here with me, Syra. You will give up this dream of "freedom" as if you don't have it made with us. You are a Sorillian, you belong with the Remnants, a soldier forsaken by her home..."

"Except I wasn't forsaken you found me half alive after your people shot me out of the sky and kept me as your slave!"

"Call it what you will, but there was a price to saving your life girl, and you'll be paying me back for it as long as you breathe. Every beat of your heart, every breath you take is because I decided to let you live that day, your life belongs to me." He pulled a small dagger from under his cloak and held it against her stomach, causing a small hole to form in the thin, form-fitting dress. "Now, you'll take me to the cannon's rounds, or I'll end your pitiful and meaningless existence here."

He shoved her to the side, and moved her to another door that opened into what she could only assume was Blacksun's bedroom before venturing into the hallway, his hand on the small of her back, the dagger between his hand and her skin. "Smile," he said through gritted teeth as party-goers looked at the couple exiting from their host's bedroom. Syra did her best to fake a smile, looking for anyone she recognized.

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"You there!" a voice called out to Theory. "Our boss wants a word with the lady!" Several large men in suits approached Syra and Theory, sunglasses covering at least part of their ugly faces.

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"I am afraid I cannot leave, detestable scum!" Ewgross said to Blacksun. "Not until justice has been done!" He chuckled. "It rhymed you see, but anyway, I'm looking for a girl. A new girl."

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"You two came up here for a reason didn't you?" Yokt smiled gently. "If I can't accomplish my goal, maybe you can complete yours."

"And if it's not in line with your faith?" Talideth gave a forced smile.

"Then it's your souls you're damning," Yokt replied a little sadly but without hesitation. She did give a small sympathetic smile though, "However, as long as you two don't die tonight, perhaps you would be willing to discuss salvation with me? Over a nice meal? N-not like a date though! I just, uh, want to, uh, wa-"

"...detestable scum!"

Yokt's attention was diverted and she could see the new arrivals and a very dismissive Blacksun.

"Oh man... this doesn't look good."

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Qunith focused on the scene as the man from Ewgrossia began to harass the richest man in town. There was a moment of hesitation but their mind was quickly made up. Qunith moved forward, whipping the chain over Yokt's head as to not scoop her up in it's snare.

"Oh dear, tis our mysterious host, no? I think I saw you from the dance floor," Qunith purred from off-screen. Before Ewgross has time to react he was suddenly smashed in the nut sack from behind, his testicles retreating up into his stomach. The man collapsed onto the ground into a pile of his own vomit, indistinguishable from the vomit-like features of his face. "Twas a terrible sight- this monster of a man barging in," Qunith said, taking a step toward Darksun and extending their hand. "Of course, a theydy must know how to defend themselves in a wild desert, full of brave men and outlaws."

Talideth stepped forward, stepping on Ewgross' corpse as she did. "Qunith. And this is Talideth," Qunith introduced. "We are Sudean divines."

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Before Blacksun could reply to Ewgross, he was attacked by another of the unwelcome guests to his private lounge. They strode ofer to Blacksun and offered their hand, a young woman stepping beside her, the pair attached art he neck with a thick chain. He’d not seen such a sight before but despite his rising anger he cleared his throat and shook Qunith’s hand. “Sudean divines you say? Can’t say I’ve heard of such a thing,” He gestured to the chain, “slaves seems more accurate. Though in this town there are no Thralls.” He looked the pair up and down, “From the tailoring of your clothing it would seem you came with Syra, or at least know of the girl, given that your clothing was designed by the sameness private tailor or Aurbak,” he shook his head with a chuckle, “so what can I do for you?”


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“You are gravely mistaken if you believe I’ll give you the girl. She belongs to me and will be leaving with me. I suggest you gentlemen let us through or the repercussions of your actions will leave you full of regret.” Theory said in a voice just above a growl.

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Ewgross sat up, wiped his vomit off on Qunith's clothes, and then proceeded to march down the stairs towards his men.

"No, no, Theory," Ewgross said, coming up to the man and Syra, seemingly unharmed by Qunith's attack. "You see, it is you that is full of regret. You see, you had the chance to be a true man to this woman, a true horrible father, but instead, you chose the way of pain and shame! That's something that I simply can't ignore! This girl needs a father! A horrible one! And I'm the best one for the job!"

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Qunith looked on in horror as a trail of blood flowed from between Ewgross' feet, his genitalia completely decimated as he attempted to scurry off. The man disorientedly smashed into a guard before falling into another room. Without any explanation as to how his many men got into the richest man in town's guarded private lounge, Ewgross joined them in surrounding Theory and Syra.

"Oh," Qunith commented, glancing down the trail of blood towards the open doorway to the back hall, where Theory and Syra stood. Not recognizing Theory, Qunith simply waved to Syra before the door shut again behind them.

"Seems that creep and his many men have made a fool of your security, seeing as he has a gaggle of them in that hallway there," Qunith blinked to Blacksun with a smile. "Pardon me. Your name Mister...?"

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"Blacksun," he replied coldly, "Seems you too have made a mockery of my security," he waved his hand in a dismissive gesture, this wasn't how he'd hope the evening would go. "Now, what can I do for you exactly?" He asked, pouring himself a full glass of Spitfire, instead of the usual two-finger pours that were recommended.



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"This "girl" as you put it is my wife, and is, therefore, mine until death do we part, she needs no father and you will do best to remember that Ewgross!" Theroy snapped, shoving Syra forward, his dagger catching the light, "now if you and your men would be so kind, my Thrall and I have some catching up to do if you know what I mean." He smirked. Syra gagged at the thought and suddenly found enough courage to ram her elbow between Theory's ribs. He doubled over, obviously still not recovered from his brush with death, and Syra made a mad dash back up the stairs away from Theory, away from Ewgross and his men. She darted into Blacksun's private room and locked the door behind her before locking the other door that lead to the private study she's reunited with Theory in. When she was sure the doors were locked, she fell onto the bed, unsure what her next move would be. Surly, Blacksun would have a key to simply allow Theory in, and then she'd be trapped, and Ewgross' men could easily break down the door. Her only hope was to climb down from the balcony that overlooked a lush garden below, complete with brightly lit fountains currently surrounded by partygoers.

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"Yes, run girl while I cuff this cur!" Ewgross stated, throwing back his coat to reveal, perhaps to no surprise, that he was in fact a dward, standing on stilts. "For I am none other than the Viceroy Guntner of the Dwards, the most Horrible of Fathers! And I will protect you!"

The Viceroy dward, renowned warlord of the Horrible Father Coalition, and unmistakably the ugliest thing ever to exist, leaped forward at Theory, only to trip on his own stilts and collapse to the ground, blood spilling from his nose.

"Boss!" the other dwards, similarly on stilts called out, lifting the befuddled Viceroy from the ground and sprinting from the premises.

"I'll be back Theory! I'll be back!" Viceroy howled out, although it would seem that the dward leader would most likely never be spoken of or heard from again. Why he had disguised himself as a rich man known as Ewgross, where he had gotten his wealth to gamble with, why he was wearing stilts, why he was so stupid... all of these questions and more are very likely never to be answered and thus we won't bother asking.

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"Aha," Qunith said in a guttural tone as Blacksun pour himself a glass of spitfire. "I'm primarily looking for a glass of something strong," They smiled to Blacksun. "That and to find out who could host such an extravagant event. Tis a marvel." Qunith glanced sideways to Yokt. "See that one? Our friend. She also has quite the curiosity for you, Mister Blacksun."

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Theory scowled watching the Dward and his lackeys scurry off and out of the party. "Pests," he spat, trying to grin as the attention of
a few of the various party guests was focused on him. "Carry on with your evening folks, Blacksun would be furious to know your good time was ruined by faulty entertainment!" He chuckled and waved as he made his way back to Blacksun's Vip lounge, fully aware that Syra had locked him out of the room she cowered in.





"That would be me," Blacksun began, pouring Quinith a glass of Spitfire. "Your friend there, why does she hold such a curiosity for me, and os she incapable of speaking for herself?"

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The young maid nervously stuttered that the proprietor of the party was one Dmitri Blacksun, but before Price could ask for any more information, a bit of a scene erupted near the stairs. Miss Syra was being escorted down the stairs by a rather rough looking character, but soon they were confronted by Ewgross and some men who were with him. It looked like it was going to result in quite the showdown, but Syra managed to break away from the rough fellow, and ran back up the stairs. Meanwhile Ewgross fell on his face to reveal his was actually a very short, ugly looking being that had been on stilts. That was... An unexpected revelation. Ewgross and his men ran off, and left the rough man to his own devices.

"I get the feeling Miss Syra isn't keen on being escorted by that man." Price smirked as he placed his sunglasses back in front of his eyes. He speedily made his way through the crowd, ducking between the party guests as he encroached on the stairs. Once he reached them, Price quickly made his way up a few steps, only a mere few feet away from Theory. Price was only a step behind Theory, and appeared to 'trip' on one of the steps, sending his drink flying through the air... And splashing across Theory.

Price steadied himself, holding onto the railing as he looked at Theory. "I'm terribly sorry friend! I can be such a disaster when I've had a few drinks. Are you alright?" He pulled a handkerchief out of his breast pocket, ready to offer it to Theory.

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"No- I mean, yes! I mean..." Yokt inhaled sharply before speaking again. "I saw you and Qunith were in conversation so I didnt want to interrupt. My name is Yokt and I was invited here on behalf of my mentor, Zaphira. She sends her regards and asks that you give me a bit of time to discuss a couple important matters."

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Zaphira's feet burned as she stepped with bare feet upon the sand. She kicked some of the sand up and looked around but found nothing but the nothingness is what worried her.

She had pieced together rumours and stories and tall tales or so she claimed but the information had been rather easy to follow. The worst part had been making her trip to where the witch lay but either someone beat her to it or the information was wrong. And considering how calm her ant had been on the trek to the location, she figured it wad the former.

"I wonder how Zambob is going to take this," Zaphira muttered as she set about to investigate.

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Horik trekked on to the Pair O'Dice, thinking about the clone she had left in the care of the worm. The same clone the worm had coughed up once they had arrived to the current land. She had knowledge and a sense of who she was supposed to be but not much control.

Feet dragging, Horik found herself wanting to go back. She had read tales of magical or powerful beasts of whom very little is actually known. There were theories and accounts and when Horik had first laid her eyes on the worm, it was nothing like the legends she had read about. Nothing like Ialak or the Octopus.

The explorer frowned and stopped. She stood there for a good several minutes before with a sigh, continuing her way.

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Theroy scowled at Price, "It's fine, please be more careful in the future, a man of your drunkenness should perhaps not use the stairs, and instead should enjoy the party in the main hall. I'm afraid up here is for specially invited guests only," He brushed the front of his jacket with his good hand and started walking away from Price muttering something about elitist pigs.



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"Yes, yes, shame Zaphira couldn't join us this evening, but I should be grateful her invitation did not go to waste, though it seems many have forgotten what an invite-only party actually means," he shot a glance at Qunith. "What is it you'd like to discuss?" He began as Theory strolled in, Syra-less and visibly upset. A dark red stain on his coat. "Ah, good times had all around eh, Old Sport?"

"Your key if you please," Theory asked without breaking stride, and in turn, Blacksun handed the Warlord the key to his private lounge without breaking eye contact with Yokt.


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Syra stood on the balcony that overlooked the lovely garden. She hoisted herself over the railing and began to slowly let herself down, her fear of injuring herself only dwarfed by knowing what Theory would do one he caught her. She landed in the bushed below and quickly walked out among the throng of guests mingling outside in the otherwise refreshing evening air. She made her way to the center of the garden maze, where she had seen a beautiful fountain and sat on the far side so as not to be easily seen from the balcony as she planned her next move.

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Qunith paused as Theory stepped into the lounge, red and purple lights flickering off his skin as he stepped forward. Qunith could see the curves of his face as he took Blacksun's eye. "We were... we were simply looking to have fun with the man who put on such a spectacle," Qunith breathed. "But it seems... you're quite preoccupied, even at your own party," Qunith blinked back to Blacksun. "Shame. We like to have fun."

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Price beamed at the scowling Theory. "Oh of course, my apologies again! Tonight has been quite the rush for me! Thank you for the directions friend!" As Theory walked away, Price's stupid grin quickly faded into a smirk. "I wonder if he understands the concept of irony." Steppenwolf had wanted to do more to help Miss Syra, but at this moment it appeared his options were too limited to be of use. For now, he hoped he had at least bought her a little time to put some distance between herself and this... Man, following her.

Making his way back down the stairs, Price went back to moving between the crowd, occasionally making small bits of playful conversation to ingratiate himself in with the crowd. For now, it seemed best to finish up with the party, get back to the city itself, and eventually hand his little piece of paper to the good people of the Pair O' Dice.


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Ash had finally stepped out of the fine bar he had been in, feeling his strength had begun to return to him. Today had been more emotional than he could have ever expected, but all the more reason for him to focus on his resolve, his goals, his hatred. Before another moment passed however, a petite woman approached Ash, wearing what appeared to be some sort of courier outfit, but with a pair of wings on her back, much like the woman from the front desk of the Pair O' Dice.

"Hello sir, I'm just here to let you know that your presence has been requested once more at the Pair O' Dice." She wore a friendly, yet professional smile as she spoke. Perhaps newer to her job than the girl from the front desk, or maybe just more passionate about it.

The Captain smiled and nodded in response. "Thank you, I'll head over right away." Ash handed her a few gold coins as a sort of 'tip' for her services, not that Ash thought it was necessary, but it was polite at the very least. He turned to face the Pair O' Dice once more, and began to make his journey over. It would be interesting to hear how the others had fared so far this day.

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Theory stepped into Blacksun's room and let out a low chuckle. He knew she'd run, but it didn't matter, he'd find her again. Making his way back to Blacksun's study he poured a glass of Spitfire and sat with his feet propped on the desk. Syra wouldn't be out of Aurbak's territory for a while, so he had time, and he knew she'd lead him to the cannon's rounds, then it would just be a matter of chasing off the Knights buzzing around the cannon itself.


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"Ah, my dear, fun is the purpose of this party," Blacksun began with a smile, putting his arm around Qunith's waist and motioning for Talideth to join them. "My friend there simply has been down on his luck as of late, so I'm just trying to show him a good time, but I'm more than fine with having a good time of my own," he took a deep drink of his Spitfire, and offered the strange pair a glass each, "Please, it's from my private reserve, cannot find this blend anywhere else on the Rock."

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Qunith grinned at Blacksun. Without breaking eye-contact they took the glass of spitfire and with an open mouth downed it in one. "Ohhhh... gods," Qunith said, sticking their tongue out for a moment as a burning warmth grew in their stomach from the drink. They blinked eagerly. "We should have another."

"Misseur Blacksun, may I offer you and your guests some Sunshine?" One of the serving staff said. In the centre of silver tray were squares of white cloth, Blacksun's insignia upon them...

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"I believe that would be appropriate," he began reaching for the offered Sunshine and handing it to Qunith before taking one for himself. The staff refilled Qunith's glass of Spitfire and took their places back behind the small bar that occupied the private lounge

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Qunith plucked the cloth circle off Blacksun's finger and, following their hosts lead, placed it on their tongue. They'd never tried this Sunshine, in fact they'd not even heard of it in Sudea. Qunith scrunched their face- it tasted like cloth drenched in petroleum oil- something nearly toxic, perhaps. But instead of spitting it out they simply closed their mouth. After a few moments they could feel the cloth begin to dissolve into whispy white strands, that soon became nothing but an aftertaste in their mouth.

Qunith blinked. It seemed to do nothing. Shaking their head they began to lead Blacksun and Talideth toward the centre of the lounge, where the fiddlers had begun an upbeat, Skylander tune. "Do you dance, Mister Blacksun?" Qunith asked, extending a hand. "For we Sudeans most certainly do."

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One by one the so called Lords of Rock arrived once more through the front doors of Pair'o'Dice. Awaiting them was Arubak and a majority of his entourage. Caenna, Climbs-the-Stars, Kuchillo, and Mild.

"Ain't gonna wait long for everybody, so we gonna move on in in a few minutes," Arubak informed them all. "Anyone comes in late, Janisse here can direct 'em," he nodded to a red haired woman at the front desk. This one did not sport the same angel winged uniform that the woman on shift be for be for her wore. Instead she had had a dress that wouldn't be too out of place among the high society seen in the company of patrons like Darksun, along with a wide green hat with a feather in it's brim.

She nodded at the guests and when it had appeared that all had arrived, save M'Kama, Arubak began to lead them up the stairs. "Conference room is up here," he said leading them towards towards a door on the right. "Just gotta go past the lounge and we'll be the-"

Arubak stopped arrived he opened the door to the lounge. Within, we're various chairs made of fine leather, round oaken tables each covered with a bowl of fruit and an ashtray, long painted tables with games of all sorts placed upon them. Most notably, there was a large bath in the middle, a steam generator of Sorillian design that buzzed slightly, filling the warm bath with bubbles.

Inside were two figures Cherul, an empty wine glass in her hands along with M'Kama, who was conversing with her leaning against against corner of the pool, both of their clothes lying on the side.

"Skinnydippin', are we?" Arubak asked, pinching the bridge of their his nose. From his tone, it seemed this wasn't the first instance of her doing this. "Tell him, anything interestin', Cherul?"

"Oh! Boss!" Cherul turned around in shock, embarrassment clear on her face. "I was just talkin' bout how I got here an'..." she stammered, as M'Kama gave everyone a friendly wave.

"Just get dressed and go home, girl," Arubak shook his head. "Enjoy some time off." He then glanced over at M'Kama saying, "And you do the same and hurry to the damn meeting...sooner I get these things outta my city, the better," the warlord uttered to himself.

"Duly noted," M'Kama shrugged with and chuckle. "Hope, I didn't cause any inconvenience!" Arubak didn't answer as he led the others into the conference room. It was a spacious, comfortable looking room with a red carpet and a long oaken table lying in the middle.

"Okay, take a seat..." Arubak sighed taking a seat at the head of the table, his entourage surrounding him. "And let's get this show on the road."

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"Well then," Otis said, sitting down and looking around with only a tiny bit of dread.

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Ash smirked at the whole ordeal between M'Kama and Cherul, the Yybian death-man definitely wasn't all he seemed at first glance. Truthfully, the Captain couldn't have pictured M'Kama with anyone before, he seemed far too invested in his spiritual affairs to handle any affairs more... Physical.

The Lords of Rock began to take their seats, Ash sat close to both Otis and Horik for now, partly intentional on the Captain's part as they so far seemed the most agreeable with him, but he had no interest in 'factionalism'. The group was quiet for a few moments, as if trying to non-verbally come to an agreement on how to proceed. There were several jugs of ice water on the table, as well as ornately designed glass goblets with brass stems and decor. Ash grabbed the goblet in front of him and poured some water into it, taking a few deep sips before clearing his throat.

"The fact we're mostly all here suggests to me that none of us are all that interested in backstabbing each other, that or we're not very committed to it at least." He spoke dryly. "So, perhaps it's possible for us to have a more... Amicable discussion on the bullets. And the canon. We all have needs, goals, ideals, maybe we can try to discuss those a little more frankly, find some common ground even." He looked between the other members of the group gathered before him, slightly on edge, but also feeling a little hopeful.

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Blacksun smiled coyly "I've been known to find my way around a dance floor, yes." He took Qunith's hand and the two started dancing in time to the music that played.


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Syra stood outside the Pair O' Dice, having managed to catch a ride to the estate after she was sure Theory had "quit" searching for her. In her mind, she knew he'd never stop until he caught her, and killed her. She made her way inside and was greeted by the new attending girl, "You're just in time, I don't think they've started yet, just follow the corridors there and you'll find the conference room!"

"Sure, I'm going to go get changed first if that's alright," She began, making her way back to the lavish room that had been set up for her. "Of course! Don't be too long now, Master Aurbak doesn't like to be kept waiting, or repeating himself!"

"Noted..." Syra replied as she climbed the stairs and found her room. "What a night..." She sighed, unzipping her dress and letting it fall to the floor before she threw herself onto the plush bed, wanting so badly to simply fall asleep. She groaned in frustration before opening the tote bag that contained the outfit gifted to her only hours before. The night had a been a whirlwind and she felt like some princess in a fairy tale gone wrong.

She threw her hair up into a ponytail that rested over her shoulder and put on the fitted maroon skirt, white blouse and matching maroon jacket (Think Kairi's outfit in KH3) after she looked over herself in the mirror she smiled and made her way back downstairs and towards the meeting room.

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Tuberculosis Tom entered the meeting room, clutching his britches. "Made it, boss," The iconic character heaved to Arubak as he sat down at the table.