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located in The Tundra, a part of Impending Pursuit, one of the many universes on RPG.

The Tundra

Cold, cold, very cold


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Location: (Mainly) Colony Prime, 90.0000° N, 135.0000° W

On a cloudless day at the North Pole, a group of mutants were walking through the ice cold lands, carrying filled brow sacks, three times their size. Five of them, in a group were dredging through the snow struggling to keep the weight up.

"Seems like we struck gold." grunted one to the others.

"Well more like diamonds, but same thing really. Those mines were completely abandoned!" said the other dragging their feet across the ice.

"Do ya think they are going to find out?"

"Nah Prime's a dead colony, no one will notice."

"We did it boys, once we make it out of here, we are rich!" The four mutants laughed as they made their way throughout the closed off mines of Colony Prime.

"so h-"


A head exploded, scattering it's brains, bone, and blood in all directions. The body fell limp, dropping the sack on its back, which scattered the shiny clear crystals over the red and white snow.



Another head exploded right beside the second one.



The heads splattered off, as the necks sprayed crimson red, like a sprinkler.

"Run!" The remaining thief said to the other.

"Target. Hold three O'clock, one inch." Off in the distant mountains a set of hazel eyes and ballerina pink hair could be seen buried in the snow. She was not looking into the scope but readjusting as the instructor with binoculars were telling her to. With a slight adjustment,


"Target. That's the last one and under four seconds too." The thick white mustached man stood up, putting his white binoculars away, "You sure are one heck of a sharpshooter."

"Would that be enough to get today's payment?" said the pink haired girl, brushing off the snow on top of her pale body. She locked the gun, which made its snow white color, turn back into its original metallic gray. The frail girl, picked her self up to meet the mustached man's eyes. Snow fell from the flowers on her bow.

The mustached man, hesitated a bit at her stare. "Well, we'll have to check to make sure that the corpses matched the bounty, but you went ahead and blew their damn heads off."

"Weren't you a witness?" She said keeping her stare.

The man cleared his throat, as he fixed his fur hat on his head to escape the eye contact. "Well, I guess I was, but it'd be nice to leave their face as proof next time. Wouldn't you say?"

Lamia blinked her eyes, her rifle now in an upright position, the nose pointing to the sky. She had her hands on the barrel of the gun, letting the bottom rest in the snow. If the man wanted to, he could have just checked the corpses DNA. It was standard procedure now a days, since DNA checks could be done in an instant with cheap machinery. This human seemed like he was jsut giving Lamia hard time.

"So are you going to pay or not?" She asked, her facial expression not changing. The girl's eyes were locked on the mustached man. After a long silence and many attempts at avoiding eye contact, the man gave in.

"Oh, alright. Here it is." He said handing her a small sack of coins. "You have a nasty stare. Oh and we'll be collecting those diamonds for, uh, evidential purposes. NWG approved of course."

Lamia stood silent, taking the small sack of coins into her gloved hands. The humans have been giving Colony Prime some jobs to barely keep them afloat, but many of them abused their position of power to unfairly take resources such as these diamonds for a small price of killing bounty. Many of the NWG officials closed off Colony Prime's mines calling it "too dangerous for living creatures to work in." In order to stay on the official map of the NWG, Colony Prime had to comply.

The NWG was most likely behind tipping off the five mutants of the abandoned mine too. Rarely did any stray mutants come to the North Pole. Only mutants that had thick coats or were refugees, like Lamia and her family lived there. The corpse seemed like neither.

The eagle knew she couldn't do anything, so she gave a small nod of recognition. The mustached man grinned widely, showing off mustard yellow teeth. Lamia didn't even need instructions in sniping. She had handled plenty more targets from further distances without a need for help, but the instructor probably was there to make sure all went according to the plans of the NWG. He hurried off down the mountains and called more humans down to the bloody site, where in a matter of minutes, they were picking up the shiny jewels covered in red. The corpse were tossed to the side on top of each other. They didn't bother to check.

Lamia also made it down the mountains and walked back on foot to the main colony. When she arrived, she could see in the sky, a space crafted labeled with the NWG logo take off for the skies. They must have finished gathering up the diamonds. A tall man with an eye patch and blue glowing hands greeted her.

"Lamia, good of you to make it back here! Did you get us the money?"

Looking over at the tall figure, Lamia gave a nod of acknowledgement, as she handed Yurio the sack of coins. He took it with one hand and examined it.

"Not as much as we expected, but it will have to do." The man grunted. "Good work my friend!"

The burly man gave a light tap on the back to Lamia, who had to brace herself from falling over to her face. Yurio was the leader of Colony Prime. He was their 3rd leader.

"Come have a drink with us," The colony leader said as he pointed to a pub located off the center of the town. Lamia let out a slight smile of appreciation before responding with a shake of her head, her pink hair dancing side to side before returning to their normal positions. The harpy eagle gently flipped some of her hair back to prevent it from being all in front of her.

"I'd like to visit my family." she said, "It may be the last time in a while that I get to see them."

Yurio's one eye widened, as he realized that Lamia was preparing for the Game of Pursuit despite not even knowing if she made it or not. He breathed in and closed his eyes before letting out a sigh. The burly colony leader nodded his head.

"I got it, but Lamia, you don't have to-"

"Before I came to Colony Prime, my family and I were always an outcast. We were cast aside, seen as dirt of society. However, you saw us as an equal. You and all the people in Colony Prime... That's why I want to participate in the game, so that I can protect the home that I found."

Yurio's body shook as his eye began to tear up. With his human arm, he rubbed his eyes.

"If that is your wish, let it be so. May the the frost lords grant you, your wish! I'll be watching for your name with all our comrades."

Lamia let out a slight smile, nodding at his encouragement before heading back to her home, with her sniper slung to her back. When she opened the door to her home, a flurry of white feathered wings greeted her.

"Lamiii~ You made it back! How was everything, my dear sister?" She enveloped Lamia in her white feathery wings.

Freeing herself from her sister's wings, Lamia responded, "It was fine, Fatvia, you don't have to treat me like a child anymore."

"But, but it was freezing outside! And those evil humans, they were with you the whole day. If anyone hurt my dear sister, I would tear them with my talons!" Fatvia exclaimed showing off her talons, where regular human feet would have been. Again, the while harpy eagle, attempted to hug her sister under her wings, but Lamia pushed her off with some effort.

"We have been living here for five years. It's always cold outside, and the humans did nothing to me. I'm fine."

"That's right, Fatvia. Your sister is more than capable of taking care of anyone who wishes harm to her." A black and grey harpy eagle came limping at them with a cane in one hand. It was their father, Kurt.

"Daddy!" Fatvia exclaimed, rushing over to him.

"You shouldn't move father, I would have come to you." Lamia exclaimed, brushing off the snow from her head and outfit, then walking her way over.

"That's quite alright. This might be the last time I see my daughter for a while. I won't miss it." He said holding Lamia's lottery card ID. "You were chosen."

Lamia stopped to try and hold back the tears that were about to come out of her.

"No need to cry, Lamia. Your mother would be proud."

The family turned to a desk with a framed picture of a bright pink harpy eagle with hazel eyes smiling delicately at them. Fatvia hurried over to Lamia to give her a good ruffle with her feathers, effectively knocking Lamia out of her sadness.

"That's right Lami, I know you are doing this for us and colony Prime. Go show them the strength of the harpy eagle!"

Shocked by her sister's rough play, Lamia put her hand on the table to gather herself up a bit. Before smiling and nodding back at her sister and father.

"I promise to make you proud. I'll come back with a place we can permanently call home."

Lamia turned around and faced the door, away from her family. She grabbed the silver cross that was attached to her arm and brought it to her face. Mother, watch over me. She prayed. With that, she opened the door to take her leave.

To the harpy eagle's surprise, A gigantic space craft was waiting for her in front of her house. Yurio stood with his best five mates, waiting for Lamia.

"Congratulations on getting selected. You didn't think we would just let our number one hunter go to the Father by herself, did you?" A big grin appeared on the colony Prime Leader's face.

A drop of red dropped down to the white snow on the ground. Lamia was bleeding from her right eye. She couldn't hold it in anymore, as the sadness of leaving her home and the warmth the the leaders of the cold north colony showed to her was too much for her to bear. She shivered, as blood started to leave her body.

"Now, now, don't go off being sad. You are our hope and pride!" Yuiro said loudly. "Come, Lamia our number one sniper!"

Trying to wipe the blood away from her eye, she grabbed Yurio's hand to board the space craft that would lift her to the Father. Till the end, she watched Fatvia and her father wave her off, until they were nothing more than a tiny spec on the large earth. There were so many people counting on her: her family, and her home colony. Most importantly, Lamia grabbed onto the silver cross once more, those that sacrificed their lives for her. Her determination rose, as the red blood dried off her fair face. She would win this for all that she cared for.