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The small dot of a ship glowed on the circular radar, and through ship’s front window the outline of the vehicle could begin to be made out. Roastakos squinted as he leaned forward in his seat, his headlights illuminating the side of the dark ship. Along it’s metal panels there were markings, symbols he did not recognize grouped in strange ways. The vehicle was dark red, and though it was clearly a ship it was of a shape and design he was not familiar with. Roastakos began to time his thrusts as he lined up beside the ship. Strangely there were no other ships attached to it, no invading pirates or bandits to be seen. The windows were dark and lifeless, yet some sort of warning signal was emitting from within.

The man shrugged as he went back to his controls, beginning to align his airlock with that of the mysterious ship. The two aligned – poorly, but good enough to provide a safe vacuum to enter and exit. “You stay here,” Roastakos murmured as he pushed past the shackled members of the gang in the hull of his small ship. From a cabinet he pulled out a pair of smoke bombs and placed them in his pocket before grabbing his clubs from the wall. He held them in anticipation as the airlock began to open to reveal the darkness beyond. As soon as it did he flung the smoke bombs out into the darkness.

The white smoke began to pour out into the darkness, not a sound to be heard except the creaking of the floorboards, the distant chug of the engine, and the beeping of the distress signal. Roastakos poked his head into the dark ship before stepping forward. “Hello?” He called as he entered the dark main room, pressing a light crystal on his waistband that dimly illuminated his surroundings. “Hello, Hello-o?” He muttered as he began to walk through the main-room and toward the control panel. All the controls were marked with the same alien symbols that lined the ship, as did the distress signal. Roastakos carefully pushed the button and turned the distress signal off before turning and heading back through the ship.

“Well, this… looks residential,” He murmured as he passed through the main room – finely tailored chairs and carpets of rich designs and colours lining the main-room. He paused as he stepped on something uneven. Roastakos glanced down and lifted his foot off of a small, wooden horse. With a swallow he continued on. Roastakos crept down the ship’s hallway, clubs ready as he walked. He paused as he spotted a light... a single light, seeping out from the closed door of a room. “And here… we… go,” Roastakos whispered as he approached.

Suddenly the door behind him swung forward and Roastakos was grabbed by the back of his arm. He was thrown overhead, smashing into a bookshelf and having several volumes crumble down upon him. Roastakos rose up and began to swing his clubs violently as the towering foe faced him down. “Come on!” Roastakos screamed as he took two quick swings, causing the man to back up at each. “Come on!” He called. As he swung again the larger man rolled expertly beside him and sent a punch to his side. Now, Roastakos was a fairly well built man, and most punches, while they most definitely hurt, were not of the same level of body shaking magnitude as this.

He collapsed to the ground from the attack, putting all his body into flinging himself to the side a moment after to avoid another hit from the man.

Our hero managed to get on a knee and rise again, though his body ached like it hadn’t in… well, hours really, but still. He swung his clubs and exhaled deeply. “You wanna do this?” He hissed with a laugh. “You wanna Roastakos?! Lets Roastakos.” At the line Roastakos pulled out a third smoke bomb from his back and threw it into the man’s face. It exploded and the giant let out a scream as he staggered backward. “That’s right,” Roastakos murmured as he skated behind the man and shackled him.

“Alright tough guy,” Roastakos said as he pushed the man to the floor. “Let’s take a look at you.” His fingers went to a lamp and with a small twist of it’s knob steam began to pour in, igniting and illuminating the room with light. The man Roastakos had fought was pale and clad in an ancient form of armour. His face was hard, his nose and brow defined like a warriors helmet, and the rest of his features were equally those of a statue. Bunched blonde hairs came down on a blood soaked face, and beneath his heavy brow bright blue eyes stared out.

“Who are you,” Roastakos spat. The man squinted his eyes as he looked upon Roastakos: a look of curiosity. “Why’d you attack the ship? How’d you get on here?” Roastakos questioned, swinging his clubs. “Where are the kids. I saw the toys, man.” Roastakos paused as the man continued to stare in confusing. “I SAID WHERE ARE THE KIDS,” Roastakos screamed, smashing his club into the downed bookshelf beside them and breaking the wood in two. “That’s going to be your skull next now answer me! What is your name?!”

“Nam… languino,” The blonde man uttered at last, looking lost as the words escaped his lips.

“That… resembles language,” Roastakos murmured.

The man stared at him. “Nam… Terman.”

“Terman,” Roastako’s whispered. “Are you alone?”

The blonde man paused, trying to think of the words in his head, before finally responding: “No alone.”


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Song stared at Lun unamused before searching her pockets. After a moment she threw a collar at Lun's feet. "It was on the rabbit," She whispered. "It belonged to someone. That means there's a house somewhere, a way out."