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Impending Pursuit

Impending Pursuit

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The one in which the most dangerous game may occur.

1,023 readers have visited Impending Pursuit since The_Queen created it.

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"What is it like to fly? I wonder."

"Why don't we ask the birds?"

"The birds don't speak."

"Not yet, but one day, they will tell us their secrets."


Mankind had always been greedy. A constant want for things that theyc ouldn't have, a constant need to conquer, to be the best and brightest in every field. Mankind wished for too much and stole even more. The pillaged lands, razed forests, leveled mountains, and when that wasn't enough they sought to conquer the sky.

Their thirst could never be quenched.

It created the First Impact, a disaster so large it effected the entirety of earth. The grassy planes became toxic waste lands and the waters polluted with death. Survival became priority, humans no longer resembled themselves. Those that cannot afford the cost of the sky ships remained on earth, those that could floated adrift in the skies above the wastelands on massive ships and slowly, the earth began to heal.

Those above remained untainted, their blood pure. They ruled over those still inhabiting the earth, but considered themselves generous. Once a year, those found elligable could be entered in the biggest competition on earth.

A dangerous showdown where only one could emerge victorious. Riches, fame, fortune, one could have it all.

A death trap, a dangerous game, a sinister story.

Only one month to win.





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There aren't many rules to apply to this game.

I merely require you to be literate to some degree and expect you to not use text talk in your replies. In OOC, it's fine to use whatever texting slang you'd like.

No Mary Sues, Gary Stues, or Godmods.

There is no order to replies and you can reply as many times as you'd like. I do request you not disappear off the face of the planet as soon as the role play begins.

As for mutants, you can pick whatever sort of species you'd like within reason. They can have cat tails or horns, they can be cyborgs, or have goat legs. There are simply no mythical creatures or super powers. You can have a weapon and it can be a gun, or some sort of made up futuristic weapon.

As for FC's, anime, manga, or video games only. I will not accept real people as FC's because it freaks me out.

As for my final rule, just be nice to each other. No need to cause drama or jump down someone's throat. I will be creating a Discord later and while it isn't a requirement, it would be nice if you could join.

If you'd like to play a human or administrator role, that does require some extra degree of plot planning and it'd be nice if you could DM me before applying.

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Father

Father by The_Queen

Not Daddy

Wasteland

Wasteland by The_Queen

Where the nights are hot and the days even hotter.

Fort Kate

Fort Kate by The_Queen

Fort Kate, a forty fort

The Tundra

The Tundra by The_Queen

Cold, cold, very cold

The Jungle

The Jungle by The_Queen

Trees, oh my

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"Ms. Mars?" A head peeked into the room, still dark. The only light came from the stars, a sillhouette laying draped across the cushy bed. "Ms. Mars!" This time a bit louder, Kore rolled over, peeking open one eye. "It's me, Mimi." She whispered across the room, "Oh, is it time already?" Kore asked, sitting upright. She yawned, "Lights," slowly the lights flickered on, the neon sign with her name sending a pink glow across the room as the overheads turned on. "Yes, it's time to get ready," Kore's white silk robe slipped down one shoulder. She rose, stretching, as Mimi brought over a cup. "Lemon spritz," she smiled, Kore taking it appreciatively. "Thank you Mimi," Kore smiled, making her way out of the bedroom and to the living area, where a man and woman waited, a large vanity having been set up.

"Good afternoon sleepy head. Were you up late last night?" Jensen, her stylist, asked. "I stayed up late last night with Ender and Sei," Kore admitted, sitting in the chair. "We were just putting on the finishing details to the opening ceremony," she finished her drink. "Can you give us any hints?" Patrice asked, pulling Kore's hair back. "Nope," Kore winked, her holo pod going off. "It's your parents," Mimi said nervously. Kore frowned, "Tell them I'm busy." Mimi nodded, shuffling off to answer it. Kore had no time for her parents, not now. Besides, the only time they ever called her was to ask for money. "Hair up or down today?" Patrice asked, applying glitter to her eyes. "Hmm, I was thinking a half-up, half-down style."

Patrice smiled, "I think that would go perfectly, don't you agree Jensen?" Jensen pulled out the outfit from the garment bag, Kore's eyes glittering. "It's perfect!" She squealed, admiring the plum and gold fabric. "You're going to shine brighter than Venus!" Jensen laughed, putting the garment aside for now. They had an hour to get ready, an hour that went by in the blink of an eye. Kore stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the fabric of her outfit. "Jensen, you never fail to impress." Kore giggled as he took her hands. "Now, go shine. Patrice and I are so proud, when we first started working with you, we never thought you would get this far." Patrice shook her head, "You're not supposed to tell her that!" Kore giggled, walking out the door.

"I'll see you tomorrow!" Kore stepped into the hall, where two Officers were waiting for her. "Ms. Mars?" One asked, "That's me, good morning," Kore smiled. "Right this way," Kore was escorted out of the residential area and to one of the moving sidewalks. "Ms. Mars!" Someone from above stood with a Foto Pod, "up here, Ms. Mars! Can we get a photo!" Kore looked up and flashed a quick smile before stepping off of the walkway. They were almost to the Center Hall, where the Blue Carpet was set up. Kore looked around quickly for her partner in crime and fellow commentator. It was only appropriate if they walked the carpet together, after all. "Hello Yeqon," Kore greeted.

"It seems the stars have all aligned perfectly," she smiled, pouring on the charm. Somewhere behind her, she could hear Mimi practically faint. "Shall we take this walk together?" Kore asked, offering an elbow. After all, walking the blue carpet could be a bit intimidating, with all of the Fotors. "Ms. Mars! Ms. Mars! Who are you two wearing!" Kore turned, she and Yeqon had coordinated for the ocassion. "We're wearing Jensen and Patrice," Kore winked, pausing for a photo. They were close to the stage now, where the drawing would take place. "You look marvelous today, as always, Yeqon." Kore smiled.

"Ms. Mars, can you give us any hints as to what the first Game will be?" Kore shook her head in response, mimmicking a zipper pulling her mouth closed. They reached the stage, where the other Overseers were waiting. "Well Team, this is it." They had been preparing for this day for a while now, it was thrilling to finally be standing on the stage, in the Center Hell, in the belly of Father. It was up to Kore and Yeqon to take to the Podium now. They had practiced this about a dozen times, Kore didn't even feel flutters in her stomach.

"Welcome, citizens, to the 100th Annual Game of Pursuit!" Cheers erupted throughout the hall, this was an important moment, after all. "As always, the lottery for entering is chosen by our-" she paused for Yeqon to fill in. An algorithim that was updated every year, the Overseers had no hand in who would get to enter the game, as much as it killed Kore to have to leave this to chance. "Without further ado, let's begin! Starting with the Tundra!" They would pull the ID Numbers up, a photo showing on the screen behind them.

The picking took place over an hour, with commentary by each Overseer. Some told jokes when a new face was pulled up, while others commented on their appearance. It almost seemed like an auction, trying to sell contestants to sponsors. "And with that final number, all contestants have officially been chosen!" Kore turned to the cam in the front, "Congratulations to all of our contestants! If you have been chosen, please head to your closest shuttle station with proper ID. Don't bring anything but your support item. We can't wait to see you here!"

The cams turned off, Kore was still smiling, they were still on stage after all. "How was that?" She asked Yeqon as Mimi rushed forward with water for them both. "I think we did pretty great."

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"Do ya want some boy?" The smell of meat made his mouth water. Jax shook his head, looking up at the vendor. "Yes sir, two please." Meat on a stick, there was nothing like it. Earth truly was a wondorous place. The vendor handed him two sticks, Jax was going to give him three coins, but the vendor shook his head. "It's on me, ya saved me thumbs last time I nearly cut them off." Jax nodded, "You only required three stitches," the Vendor laughed, "yes, but these boys are me livelihood. If I lost me thumbs, I lose me business!" He waved Jax's coins away, the man pocketing them for later use. He walked a bit away from the vendor, finding a seat beside a warmer to eat his food at. "Did ya enter your number?" Someone at the table across from his asked, two girls, both with a set of wings larger than their bodied were talking. "Yeah, I did, but I'm nervous." One of them admitted.

The lottery was today, even now, in the Canis's snowy town square, the holo vision was playing as Overseers stood on the blue carpet, dressed in dazzling outfits. He scanned the images, hoping to spot two familiar faces, but seeing neither of them. With a sigh, he rose, tossing the sticks into an incinerator. The walk back home was devoid of anyone else, as per usual. He lived a bit away from the colony, his home built into the side of the mountain to blend in. This was how many people in the Tundra lived, in order to protect themselves from the elements when they could not afford the metal, wood, or insulation required to live out in the open.

"Oi, Jax!" A girl was waiting in front of his door. He blinked, vaguely recognizing her. "Alfia?" He inquired, a girl with razor sharp teeth and gills on the side of her neck. Her skin was blue, her mutations allowing her to live at the coldest depths in the tundra's icy waters. She had come here once before, he had treated her fin rot a year ago. "I'm surprised you remembered," she grinned, cocking a hip. "Anyhow, I need yer help," she moved aside her hand, blood leaking out. Jax nodded, opening up the door and ushering her inside. "How did this happen?" He asked, leading her to the table. "Fishermen, they just don't listen to the fishing guides anymore." Alfia shook her head, glancing at his holo screen.

"Yer watching the lottery?" She leaned forward, grinning. "Did you enter yer number?"

Jax paid her no mind, spraying the wound with numbing spray. "Yes, I did." He replied, getting to work. "Wait, you did?" Alfia blinked, panicking slightly. "But who's gonna take care of us if ya leave?" Jax looked up at her, her cheeks flushing purple when he smiled. "It is only a lottery Alfia, there is a very small chance of my number being called." Alfia nodded, turning back towards the holo screen as Jax cleaned the wound. She smelled like salt and seaweed, now mixed with antiseptic. "You might feel a pinch," Jax changed his gloves as he doused a needle in alcohol and opened up a package of sterile thread. Alfia nodded, silent as he stitched the wound.

She hissed, the numbing spray beginning to wear off. "Almost done," Jax promised, pressing a seal-badge against it, waterproof bandaging. "These are the dissolving kind, so they should be gone by the end of the week." Alfia nodded, rising slowly, as though to test the integrity of the stitches. "Stay away from the boats," Alfia grinned, "Tell the boats to stay away from my reef!" She hooked a thumb in her direction, wincing. "Oh my Mom said to give ya this," she pulled a fish, seemingly out of nowhere and slapped it down on his table. "For ya! As thanks," Jax smiled, taking off his gloves and picking up the fish, which was dangerously close to medical waste. "Thank her for me, this will go well with those beans Phen gave me."

"Phen gave you beans! That pig head told me he was all out!" Alfia stormed off, "Well, I'll see ya round!" she slammed the door behind her, the cold entering for only a moment. Jax's smile faded, he placed the fish in the fridge and carefully disposed of the waste, boiling his needle, in case another emergency came in. "Welcome everyone to the 100th Game of Pursuit!" Jax's attention turned back towards the holo vision. His ID card, where was it? Jax rifled through his belgongings, finding it in his jacket. He still did not memorize those numbers.

"This year's lucky contestants...." A girl with colorful hair began to rattle off names, a boy with dark skin standing beside her. The podium behind them began to light up with ID numbers, and faces. Jax waited, oddly tense.

"ID Number 78209450-2, ooh, this one's from the Tundra." His image flashed on the screen behind her. Jax rose abruptly, his ID falling out of his hands. What to pack? What to pack? How long did he have? He ran a hand through his hair, did he need to bring anything?

His holo pod suddenly came to life, the girl on the holo vision standing there, along with a group of others behind her.

"Welcome Competitor, to the 100th Game of Pursuit! Congratulations! Your ID number has been chosen, you're so lucky! In preparation, please bring only yourself and 1 support item of your chose to your closest shuttle. Make sure you have your ID on you, as it will be needed to confirm your identity. If you would like to back out of this year's Game, all you have to do is-"

Jax was no longer listening, he reached for his cane and his coat, stuffing his ID into his pocket. "The needles," he turned, they were still boiling. Turning the burner off, Jax headed outside, locking the door behind him. Outside, the lanterns began to flicker as the sun set. Where was the closest shuttle station? Jax bit his lip, it was in the next colony over. He would have to take a bike there. "Jax! Need a ride!" He looked up, having just reached the entrance of Canis. "Yes, that would be appreciated," he smiled, relieved to see Lew. "I heard the announcement, we've gotta get you to Ursus."

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"Welcome Citizens....!" The holo screen droned from its place in the wall, empty take out boxes, used bandages, and metal parts sitting on the small table. She sat slouched over in bed, her bare feet against the warm floor. A fan whirred slowly above, the single light flickering dimly above. You could vaguely hear the neighbors yelling at each other through the thin metal walls to the right. From above, someone was stomping around, and beneath, a baby was crying. "They won't miss me," Scout whispered. She ran a hand through her bushy hair, her ears twitching at every sound. Her tail lay still behind her, the black telltale Ori markings a stark contrast against her pale, scarred skin. She held her ID card in both hands, unable to make heads or tales of the numbers and letters on it.

After all, Scout was illiterate. She had no idea what any of these markings meant. Mercy had tried to teach her to read a few times, but Scout always ended up throwing the books across the room in a fit of rage. She closed her eyes, the image of Mercy behind them, Mercy's dead body in a ditch, crows picking it apart. "There's no one left to miss me," they had finished the Tundra, it was the Jungle next. Scout looked up at her dismal apartment, it was one room, with a toilet and sink, no kitchen or shower. It wasn't her apartment either, it belonged to the man she had killed. And now we're moving on to the Wastes!" Scout's head jerked up to look at the holo screen. The Wasteland, that's where she had put in her number.

She clutched her ID card, waiting. This Game was her only chance, if she could get up there, if she could win, then Scout would have the cure. "ID Number: 2908474-0!" She stood too quickly, nearly banging her head on the fan. "That's me," the numbers on her ID matched, her image flickering behind them. "That's me!" Disbelief, anxiety, and relief all swelled up in her chest at once. She had to get to a shuttle. Scout looked around her apartment, grabbing her things and shoving them into a bag. Mercenaries lived off of basic necessities, she barely owned anything anyway. Her hands hseitated over a scarf, Mercy's scarf.

Her bike was parked several stories below, Scout's goggles glowed as she navigated the Dead City, keeping her head low. Her mask was secured to the lower half of her face, hood pulled up to hide her features even further. There was a sand storm brewing on the horizon, you could smell it in the air. "Hey! You!" Scout looked behind her. "Sh*t," enforcers, no doubt they had recognized her. She looked over the banister, it was about five stories still until she reached her bike. "Sorry boys, gotta run," Scout grabbed it, leaping downwards. She grabbed a bar about two stories beneath, swinging her weight forward, across traffic. Horns honked as hover cars swerved to not hit her. "What are ya, stupid! Kid's got a death wish!"

Scout snickered, reaching the other side. She hid behind a sign advertising intimate services as an Enforcer ran past, in the direction they had assumed she had gone. Sneaking down a stairwell and walking narrowly passt a pipe shooting hot steam into the air, Scout reached her bike. "Hey puppy," she pulled the cloth off, the bike sitting idle. It was a one seater, with both hover and cruising capabilities. White, with an orange stripe. "Let's get outta dodge, what do you say?" Scout swung her leg over, straping her bag to the back and taking off. The closest shuttle station was about thirty clicks outside the Dead City. Scout could be there before the sun finished setting.

The ride through the desert was quiet, the sand storm looming somewhere behind her. Storms were regular in these parts, it was the sandworms you needed to watch out for. Scout kicked it into high gear, wanting to get there before the brunt of the storm hit. The shuttle station was surrounded by a fence, buzzing with blue electricity. Outside of it were three enforcers, otherwise, it was empty. "Halt!" Scout's bike pulled up short, kicking up sand. "Photo ID please," she rifled through her pockets, producing the ID. "It matches," the gate opened, Scout driving her bike through to a parking spot.

"It looks like our first competitor has arrived!" A camera crew was there already, "Mind telling the camera your name?"

"Scout," she rose, an Enforcer coming forward. "You can take one support item," he informed her. "I'll need to tag it." Scout nodded, handing over her prized possession. "Take care of those puppies for me," he nodded. Scout was guided away, led to the shuttle. "We'll be taking off soon, please help yourself to refreshments in the meanwhile." She nodded, glancing at the table full of drinks and snacks, her stomach growled. It still hadn't set in yet, the realization that she would be going back to the very place she had hated most.

"If I'm going to go out, it'd better be with a bang," Scout mumbled as she bit into a pastry of some sort.

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"Oh...Its the lottery numbers." Came the voice of a young man as he watched the Holovision set as he was busy using a hammer on a metal sheet trying to knock out all the dents to at least make it useable. As such was the life of Leo Behrends living in his family home with his parents in their little colony. Of course his father looking like the year were finally taking some small effect on him simply sighed at the screen. "Yeah, although I only wish there was a different lottery to give some lucky person supplies instead of sending them into a death game...Barbaric and bloody, and people get an enjoyment from it." He commented as he seemed to tune out the voices droning out from the machine to focus on eating some breakfast.

"Yeah, with the rewards they give out it might as well be blood money. Lots of young people join it from what I can see. But I decided to put in my number in." Leo spoke simply as he moved some of his hair out of his left eye as he slowly examined the sheet metal looking for any last trace of dents in it before nodding to himself.

"Of course you decided to partake in such a ridiculous game. I swear I raised a more noble young man not a greedy murderer." His mother chimed in pulling his ear as he gave a startled painful groan. "M-Mom! Calm down!...Ow! I'm not going to participate for the rewards! I heard we can take a free ticket to the ships during the first portion of it. I always wanted to examine the design of the sky ships, that and I want to keep the bloodshed to a minimum. I know I'm risking my neck doing something dumb, but maybe some people might be convinced to not murder each other. I have a way with words and my Special stew toast will be definitely mind blowing for many of them." He tried to smile only to get his ear pulled even harder by his mother causing him to cry out. "Is that so young man!? In that case I did not raise a idiot! Royce dear help talk your son out of this nonsense!" She glared at her husband who raised his hands in surrender. "The last time I helped the kid lost his hand in an explosion. Besides the chances of him actually being picked is low. With all those that want to willing participate his chancs are almost impossible." Royce nodded with a small smile and chuckle.

Of course the room suddenly went quiet as the Holovision suddenly spouted out another string of ID numbers and showed the face of Leo on the screen. "Wow, that's rather lucky or unlucky if you think about that. But I guess in my case I'm a bit lucky." Leo spoke as his mother gave an exhausted sigh as she gave her son a bone breaking hug. "I know there's no talking you out of this you idiot...You better not die in that silly game and you better come back home so I can slap the living daylights out of you for making me worried..." She seemed to hold back tears as Leo gave a soft smile. "Don't worry mom...I learned from the best after all...But...I think I'm going to die from this hug before...Anything else..." He managed to groan out before being released from his mothers bone crushing hug and took a deep breath of fresh air. "I'm gonna show everyone something new. And do my best to try and keep everyone from killing eachother. Oh, and I'll come back with a book about all the foods humans actually eat and details about the sky ships designs." Leo stood up and went to go pack his stuff, only one support item huh? He had to think well on this...

On one hand he could bring his environmental suit, it would better protect him from the elements in case he gets dropped off in a place that's rather poor. But of course there was the whole needing food and protecting yourself from getting attacked...And it was a far easier prospect to find stuff to build one than an actual working gun. As such...He grabbed his rifle and nodded. He hoped he would not need to use it against the other contestants. With that done he got dressed and hugged his parents one last time before setting out and heading to the shuttle and showed his ID and got on board. "Got to look on the bright side of things. At least I get to see a sky ship in person...And I guess I can meet a human face to face actually. This should be pretty cool." He spoke to himself now prepared for the situation he got himself in.

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Fresh Kills Wastes was a landfill that the humans turned into a grand park with many trees and paths to explore. However, after the impact, the land became void of life and a dumping ground. Over time, the lush green colors, turned to a soot black, as the tall green trees were replaced by mountains of white and green garbage piles. Leftover metal parts from transportation scattered through out, most of them covered in orange rust. The creatures that walked the lands were mutants, scavenging for parts to sell or criminals trying to bury evidence within the mounds of trash.

Today, Fresh Kills Wastes seemed to be eerily quiet. Only the sound of rusted metals blowing in the wind could be heard. A small figure in a hood looked around nervously, as she made her way throughout the trash mountains. A young mutant, around the age of ten, seemed to scavenging early when no one was around. It would seem sound to conclude that she was the caretaker of her family and desperate for income, or else no one would dare to travel this lawless mess of a land.

Off to a distance, an arm could be found amongst the ripped plastic bags. If one were to search far enough, they were sure to find more body parts. Cautiously, the little girl made her way around to what seemed to be a run down motor bike. The red paint has scratched off of its surface and the lights were completely missing from it. The girl dug with her tiny hands for something she could take. Her tail stuck vertically out of her rugged cloak. After hours of digging, and plenty of grease on her face and hands, the young girl managed an armful of useful metal she could sell off to a vendor. The money wouldn't be a lot, but it would be enough to buy their family a loaf of bread. With the free arm, the girl wiped off the sweat forming on her forehead, smearing black grease on it. Her reddish brown hair fell forward to cover parts of the smear.

A crow off in the distance, began to caw, signaling the impending disaster that was about to fall upon the girl. Surprised, the girl jumped, the hair sticking out of her tail. She turned to see the culprit of the sound and gave it a mean glare, before relaxing. The crow took off flying, as if to respond to the girl's disapproval of it. However, eminent threat presented itself, as a man stepped forward to block the girl's path back.

"Well, look what we have here?" He said, casually walking over to the girl, his hands in his black leather pants' pockets. "This ain't a place for little girls like you. It's... dangerous." The mutant said with a devilish grin.

The girl's brown eyes widened, as she sensed the danger approaching her. Her eyes scanned the environment, looking for a way out. Finding a space between them, the girl dashed around the man, hugging the scraps in her arms. She tried to run, but the mutant man caught her by her hood, making her drop pieces of scrap. Now, just wanting to survive, the girl threw away her hood and drove her tiny legs as fast as she could towards the heap of junk, but to no avail, her predator caught her by her hair.

He lifted his victim up to his face, while the girl let out a scream of pain from being pulled up by them. She began to kick and scream, which seemed to please the rugged man even more. "What a feisty girl you are. You will sell well in the sex market!" He said as he brought her closer to examine, his other hand lifted the girl's chin up. "Little scratches here and there, but nothing make up couldn't fix." He said.

Out of desperation the girl tucked her chin down to bite the man's finger, which made him yell out in pain, tossing the girl against the mountain of trash. She went tumbling down, her back slammed against more metal parts, pinning her to the pile of mess. Angered, the full grown mutant, loomed over the girl that bit her. His eyes were filled with intent to kill.

"You little shit!" He exclaimed, as he picked her up out of the scraps, by the neck. The girl squirmed to set herself free. The man began to squeeze tighter around her neck, but then a smile crept across his face as he slammed the girl back down on the floor. "You need to be taught a lesson here." He said as he began to unbuckle his belt, "Let's break you in first before we take you to the marke-"

Before the mutant could finish his sentence, a bright flash appeared before his eyes. After a slight pause, his right hand came right off, spurting blood all over the area. The mutant fell over rolling in pain, as he gathered his still squirming hand from the ground to try and put it together.

"Tainted creature," A voice exclaimed, "face your retribution. You shall pay for your sins."

Edward stood behind the girl, so that she couldn't see what was going on. His blue eyes stared down at the trembling mutant, who was holding his right and together with his left.

"W-who da fuck are you?" The mutant said managing to get up.

The elf let out a smile, "Your salvation." he said as he sliced off the whole right arm of the mutant, while keeping the little girl behind his overcoat to obscure her vision.

Another loud scream rang throughout the Fresh Kills Wastes, the rusted red soaked into the grayish dirt of the land.

"A quick death is way too good for a vermin like you." the Elf exclaimed, as he whipped his sword downwards to clean off the blood on its white edge. He slowly walked over to the mutant, having the girl follow him behind. Curious, the girl tried to let out a peak, but Edward pushed her head back behind his coat. In response, the mutant backed off to one of the trashy hills.

"D-don't come any closer, or you'll die." The mutant said. Not phased, Edward kept pressing forward, step by step. Once the elf was close enough, the mutant let out a smirk, "Don't say I didn't warn you." It said, letting out a high pitched whistle.

Immediately, from the hills of trash, jumped out five mutants armed with two daggers in each hand. They came from all sides lunging at the blonde elf with all they got. (The mutant was saving the ambush as a back up in case the girl got away, but it was useless now.) Edward, stood there waiting for the five to collapse on to him. Perfect. He thought.

Quickly, he threw his outer coat into the air, obscuring the five's vision. He knelt to the ground with his sword stretched to his back. With one motion, the elf jumped into the air to meet the assailants, as his over coat covered the girl. The sun rose high to create a white background, as a quick spin from Edward dismembered the five figures into pieces. Blood and flesh rained down from the sky, as the elf landed. The girl dug herself out of the coat to stare at a smiling face in ponytails.

When her brow eyes met his blue, the girl felt her face feel warm. She quickly looked away putting her hands together in a knot. Edward knelt down to her eye level.

"Tell me, where are you from?"

Before the girl could answer a screaming voice interrupted, "you FUCKER!" It was the mutant man that lost one of his arms. He attached himself to the back of Edward. "Fuck you, you piece of shit sucking bitch! We'll die together!"

In the mutant's mind, he was going to activate a bomb inside his chest to blow up himself and this "bitch". However, what he didn't account for was that Edward's sword was quick. The world seemed to turn upside down as the mutants head fell off its body. Blood sprayed out of the neck, the body going limp and to the ground. Edward let out a frown, as he got his clothes dirtier.

Gently, he wrapped the girl around his coat and picked her up around his arms. The girl seemed surprised at first, but didn't seem to mind a pretty man picking her up. Within a few minutes, Edward was able to drop the girl off outside the entrance to the Wasteland.

Taking his overcoat off the girl, Edward said "This place is infested with filth, don't come here again."

The girl looked down at the ground grabbing on to her rugged cloth that she called clothes. Tears began to fall to the ground as she exclaimed "But mama and sis and brother need my help."

Edward let out another frown, "Then go somewhere else for help, not here."

"But all other places don't want me to help. I have, no other place. I need to help myself."

The elf let out a sigh. He didn't want to help out a child, as he had a greater calling in life, but this time he made an exception. Getting to his knees again, he patted the girl's back until she looked up. Out of his pocket, Edward got out a golden coin with the Matriarch's face imprinted on it. He handed the girl the coin.

"Find somewhere else. This place is not safe. In the meantime, use this to feed your family."

The girl's eyes widened as she saw the shiny gold in her tiny hands. She clutched it with both hands and held it to her chest.

"T-thank you, um."

"No need to thank me. Now go."

The girl reluctantly nodded her head, as she turned to run off. She turned around one more time to get a good look at her savior, and then she was out of sight. Edward stood there for a bit, watching the girl run off. There were so many disgusting creatures in this world. The gold coin could last a mutant on earth about a month of food and drinks, but with that much money in the child's hand she was most likely to get robbed. Edward found the coin when killing off a noble scum out in the ruined cities and he had no use for human currency. He just wanted to give the girl hope in this evil world. Turning to go back to the Fresh Kill Waste, he was now determined, more then ever, to kill off every immoral mutant and human he could find, so that girls like who he saved, could live in the earth peacefully as the creator intended it to be.

It would seem as if the creator answered Edward's determination, as an excited voice called out his lottery number ID for the Game of Pursuit. Gathering himself up, he walked up to the terminal, his blue eyes lit with the desire to cleanse the world of evil.

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ImageThe Arctic Tundra was known for its cold, desert-like conditions. Warm days lasted about two months in earth time and the rest of the days were icy cold, a perfect combination for an arctic fox like Bandit. Today, the sly fox was trailing a big burly polar bear-mutant that was sniffing around for food. Bandit was not much of a fighter, but an opportunist. He knew the big mutant was capable of hunting bigger sources of meat than he could. As long as the small fox kept its distance, Bandit knew the polar bear wouldn't mind.

After miles of tracking, the bear-mutant stopped to stand on its feet. Bandit also stopped a distance apart from it. Sniffing and grunting, the polar bear locked eyes with its target, seals, more specifically baby seals. The family of a mother and three children, laid carefree on the frozen edges of the sea. Soon, the giant man-bear got down on all fours and revved up its internal engine. Bandit silently giggled, as he knew that this chase was going to be good.

The time had come for the bear to charge straight in. For a big figure, it sure moved fast. Excited, Bandit too followed, jumping over icy rocks and sliding through the ice. The bigger seal seemed to notice, as it gave a loud "urf" notifying her kids to follow her back to the waters. However, the bear struck with force. As the mother scrambled with her young to get back into the waters, one of her babies were already in the mouth of the white bear. As bandit was catching up with the bear he noticed another creature in the white snow, an Arctic Hare posing to be a snow mound. Not missing this opportunity, he lassoed it with his bandage around his hands, effectively choking the life out of it with a bit of a whimper. He pulled the prey to him, "Wow, a good catch!" he said grabbing it by the ear.

Gaining speed, he caught up to the polar bear, who was already chowing down on the seal. Quickly he snatched up the tail piece from the bear who roared in anger, clawing the small fox and clipping the hair ends of Bandit's tail. What a close one. he thought as the fox kept running. He turned to look at the mutant polar bear who didn't bother to chase him. "Thanks for the meat!" Bandit yelled, as he went back to his home.

Back to in the village, Bandit busted the door open with his feet. "Mom, dad, I'm home!" He said excitedly, as he put his gathering on the wooden table. A pregnant woman and her husband came walking down the wooden stairs. "Welcome home!" Bandit's mom said. Grinning Bandit went over to pet her belly, "And I haven't forgotten about you, lil' sis!" he exclaimed.

"Bandit, your hands are cold. You'll freeze your sister to death!" His mother teased.

"Aww come on mom. We live in the Arctic. I'm sure my sis can handle it!"

"Now, now, Bandit. Go be a good boy and wash your hands." His father said. "Seems like you brought us dinner!"

"I sure did! I snatched the seal tail from a polar bear!" Bandit exclaimed, as he went over to the kitchen sink to wash his hands.

"What did we tell you about stealing, Bandit?"

"Yes, I know, dad. But it's kind of an instinct for me."

"Well, don't go of doing those things in the real world you hear?"

"Will you two hush and give me a hand with skinning these?"

"Yes dear."

"Sure thing, mom!"

The house was warm and the kitchen room filled up with the smell of spices and meat. The wooden table was soon filled with a large black pot of stew and a plate full of meatloaf. TV played in the background as they munched down.

"Wow mom, that's some solid stew!"

"That's why I married her."

"Ew"

On the TV, an energetic girl spoke about the Game of Pursuit. She was drawing the lottery numbers for this year's contestants. Bandit's father looked up giving a look of disapproval.

"Those barbarians up in the sky..." He said chewing through the seal tail. "Who would risk their life to get rich anyway?"

Bandit sank in his chair.

"It's just a human thing to do." His mother said, as she got up to take the empty dishes away from them. "Let them have their game, and we'll live our lives."

"Lottery number:484742147, oh lots of fours!"

"I mean who do they think they are?"

"None of us would even dare to enter."

"Yea, about that...." Bandit said with his hands on top of his head.

"Bandit... I don't like the sound of that." His mother said in a low voice.

"Well you see... I entered into the Game...."

"Bandit! How could you!"

"Honey calm down." His father waved, "there are plenty of people that applied, he couldn't possibly be chosen."

" Yeah... the number with lots of fours... that was my number." A weary smile came across Bandit's face, as the intense stare from both parents nearly burned a hole in his skull. The house shook with screams after, and Bandit ran out of the house, his mother chasing him with a broom, while his father came out with a shotgun.

"If you want to die so badly, I'll kill you right here!"

"No! Herald."

"Mom, dad. I'm doing this for you and my little sis! I promise to win and make us rich!" He said dodging the shotgun bullets.

"Come back in the house this instant!"

"I love you too~"

With that the Arctic Fox named Bandit made his way over to the terminal.

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The terminal was baren, the sun having already set. Lights flickered around, a guard stationed outside wearing a heavy downcoat. "ID Number?" He asked, as Jax approached, Lew having taken Jax as far as he could go. "Here," Jax showed him the ID, a bit taller than the guard. "This way, do you have your support item?" He asked, Jax lifting up his cane. The man blinked, "I'm going to have to take that from you," he seemed a bit guilty. "It's not for medical use," Jax rectified, sliding the bottom open to reveal a blade. "Ah, alright." He tagged it, placing it in a storage compartment. "It looks like we have another competitor from the Tundra! Oh, what an interesting one you are. Would you mind telling us your name?" A fotor asked as soon as Jax stepped onto the shuttle. "Jax," he replied simply, finding an empty seat. The fotor trailed him, "Well, Jax, are you excited for this ear's Game?"

Jax gave a brief nod, he wasn't doing this for the game. "I'm sure it will be as exciting as last year." The fotor nodded, stepping away to go bug someone else. There were three competitors on the shuttle. One wandered over, close to where Jax was sitting, taking the seat opposite. He offered Jax a wrapped pastry. "Want one? They have plenty of food on this ship," Jax shook his head, the shuttle jostling a bit as it took off. "Please fasten your seatbelts!" Someone from the front called, Jax reaching behind him to buckle the cables across his chest. "I just ate, but thank you." The man leaned back, tall, with a moon on his forehead. His ears were long and pointed and his teeth sharp.

"I'm Jax," he offered a hand. The man opposite him grinned, "Fennec," they shook, falling into mutual silence once more. Jax's ears popped, his head growing dizzy. "Please hang on, we're experiencing some turbulance due to the weather." The voice above them announced, the ship jostling quite a bit more. Jax turned, they had just broken through the clouds. "This is surreal," Fennec grinned, stuffing another bun into his mouth. Jax nodded in agreement, everything floating, for just a moment, until the artificial gravity turned on. "Thank you for your patience, we should reach Father in approximately thirty minutes."

The other competitor sat alone in a corner, her horns pointed upwards, head tilted down. Was she... praying? Jax wondered. Jax unstrapped, rising to grab water. "Hey," Fennec called to him suddenly. "Why are you entering this contest?" He asked, rising. He was quite burly, Jax realized. He wore layers with different furs. Animal or mutant? Jax had to wonder. "I want to see my sisters again." Jax replied, "I have no interest in the contest, my goal was to get onto the ship." The girl in the corner suddenly looked up. "So you're not going to kill anyone?" She asked, her voice trembling. "I'm a doctor, killing others is against my moral code." Fennec laughed at this. "Good luck with that, buddy." He clapped Jax on the back, his palm heavy.

"What is your name?" Jax asked, offering the girl water. Her horns reminded Jax of a ram. "Safia," she smiled, her voice trembling. She took the offered water, practically downing it. "Why did you enter?" Jax sat down beside her, she capped the water, looking at her feet. "I have two little sisters," Safia's voice was soft, it reminded Jax of a calm river bed. "My Mom died giving birth to the second, so I've been taking care of them. I thought, that if I could enter and win, I could give them a better life."

Fennec laughed, "Adorably delusional," he grinned, his smile intentionally threatening. "Your sisters, do you think you can find them?" Safia asked, ignoring Fennec. "I'm not sure which ship they're on," Jax admitted, "but I am sure, that if they see me on the holo vision, they will come." The captain cleared his voice, "All passengers, please strap in as we arrive at Father." Jax placed the strap across his chest once more, buckling it in. The ship jostled a bit as they reached Father's landing strip. "Welcome, Competitors, to Father."

The shuttle doors opened, Jax unstrapped, rising slowly. Outside, Fotors lingered, their cameras already pointed at them. Fennec and Safia both hesitated, not used to this, but Jax knew the ways of the humans. He rose confidently, striding down the boardwalk, to where a booth was set up for processing. "ID?" A human asked, looking bored. She glanced up at Jax, then down, then back up, her eyes widening. "Well, hello there," she smiled. "Hello," Jax replied, handing her his ID. "Let's see, hmm, yup, that's you. Jax Bug, welcome." She handed him his ID back and motioned for his hand. Jax gave it to her, she scanned his wrist quickly, then fixed a metal bracelet on it. "Don't lose that, that's your key to the world." She winked, Jax looking at it.

It looked plain, silver, it dangled on his wrist, loose enough to move, but not come off. "Welcome to the Game of Pursuit, please wait over there for your manager." Jax waited for ten seconds before a man looked down at his holo tab, then up at Jax. "Are you Mr. Bug?" He asked, "Call me Jax," he held out a hand. "I'm your manager, Axel," his handshake was oddly dainty.

"Follow me please, we'll get you showered and changed before orientation. You'll be able to mingle with the contestants then."

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Cloistered from the jealous eyes of skybound humanity, deep beneath the Adriatic Sea, lay the gargantuan Monarch Superprocessor and unfathomable riches within. Neither day nor night held any meaning here―the sun's jurisdiction ended a thousand leagues above, supplanted by an insatiable hunger for earth's bounty.

Ljilja, a sanguine girl with hair and eyes as blue as the sea, was but one of many tasked with slaking the colossal beast with ore―an assignment which last year claimed the life of her father. Yet she toiled undeterred as the remainder of the world gave ear to a call to arms: the drawing of the contestants for the 100th Game of Pursuit.



Clawing away at an undersea mineral vein, young Ljilja carved out hunks of glimmering ore with each swipe of a massive four-armed mining apparatus. Each limb was roughly as large as she was, yet she wielded them fluently as extensions of her own body.

"He's from the tundra," an attentive female voice proclaimed from Ljilja's communicator. "They seem pretty excited about him."

"Come on, tundra?" Ljilja answered. "Everything is fluffy and soft over there."

CHUNK, rattle-rattle-rattle.

"He won't last..." CHUNK, rattle-rattle. "...two weeks!" CHUNK-CHUNK, rattle-rattle-rattle.

One after the other, Ljilja thrust mighty metal palms into the rock face, steadily tearing it apart as she spoke.

"Yeah, well, people like that have a tendency to surprise you. Oh, hang on, they're reading off the next ID. One-six-two..." she began as usual, but stopped short of reading the whole number.

Suddenly, for the first time since Ljilja started her shift, the girl on the other side fell speechless.

"Talk to me, Sonja. Anyone interesting? Anyone we know?"

The pause continued, leaving an eerie silence in its wake.

"Sonja?" she repeated.

At last, a response.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Sonja hissed.

Ljilja was stunned at the harshness of those words. She answered instinctively.

"Tell you what? We tell each other everything."

"Apparently not," came Sonja's scathing reply. Before Ljilja could muster a response, the commlink was interrupted by an announcement.

"ID #1624163-0, report to the surface immediately. A shuttle is waiting for you."

Instantly, her chest felt as heavy as her mining equipment. She had submitted her ID for entry into the Games. And by the sound of it, she had just been selected.

Now trembling like a leaf in the wind, she fumbled with the communicator in a desperate attempt to try to explain herself to Sonja―the girl who was her anchor when she was most lost. But as she read the words on her communicator screen, a chill crept through her core:

This contact is ignoring you.



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Lumbering forward with each step, Ljilja's body slumped with anxiety. The motion of her slim legs on the rocky shores of Fort Kate was perfunctory―four Longjack mining arms alternated their fists upon the ground in a ballet of metal that kept her upright and moving ahead.

Ordinarily, she would be glad that her workday had ended early. But not today.

She trailed the path to the shuttlepad with naught on her but her work gear and pack. A change of clothes, some basic supplies and toiletries, and a little bit of food was all that she had stored on her person. Apart from that, she had only her mining suit and Longjacks with her.

Before her was the departure pad, a flat, cordoned-off zone near the top of the mountain settlement she called home. Around it, security fencing and armed guards prevented mutants from passing unauthorized. In the center was a polished white aircraft no doubt valued many times in excess of her own life.

One of the guards, seeing Ljilja approach, motioned for aid. Some of the maintenance personnel joined to meet her at the gate. Ljilja expected them to confiscate her mining equipment, but as she stepped out of the Longjack harness, she saw the personnel begin carrying it to the shuttle. Ljilja looked about in confusion, then peered up to the guard before her. She could not see beyond his helmet, but she recognized his voice.

"Be safe, bubica," he said, and, noticing the puffiness of her eyes, knelt down to wrap his arms around her in a warm embrace.

"I'll try, Valentin," Ljilja answered, giving way to sobs for the second time this day. A friend of her father's before his passing, Valentin and many others saw her as one of their own. She felt confident entrusting him with one last request.

"C-can you...tell Sonja goodbye...? She doesn't want to listen to me," she pleaded, her voice quiet as a whisper.

"She will hear," the man assured her. "Go now," he urged, "and don't look back."

He let her go with a pat on the back. Procedure demanded he check her ID, but they would do that on arrival―he knew Ljilja well enough to be beyond that.

As she was escorted to the shuttlecraft, the guards and maintenance workers crowded around her. The announcement of her acceptance into the Games had turned her into an instant celebrity, and she struggled to filter out the noise of her people chattering and cheering. Overwhelmed, she wordlessly boarded and took a seat, buckling in for the ride.

And as the vehicle rose from the pad to the skies, Ljilja was left for a moment with her thoughts. Thoughts of Sonja, of Valentin, of her late father, of her extant family, of all the resident Katonians that would swell with pride or wince with disgust as they watched her on their holoscreens. The craft rose higher and higher―this would be her last chance to see her home for a long time, perhaps ever.

So she peered out the window at the mountain below, watching it shrink and shrink beneath her until it disappeared beneath the clouds. And when it was gone, she settled back in her seat, staring blankly ahead, her mouth slightly agape as the reality of her situation sank in.

I'm not coming back, am I?

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"Dayum," Scout's leg bounced with irritation. "That tall one is almost cute," she could hear snickering from the corner. "Yeah, too bad about the face though." The wolfish girl was leaning forward, stiffening whenever the shuttle shook a little too much. The two mutants were snickering, their voices far too loud. Scout's head perked up when she realized their laughter was directed at her. "Oi?" Her sharp teeth were on full display. "If you don't want me to crush your skull, then I suggested shutting the h*ll up." Her voice came out a low growl, "I dare you to say that again, fugly," one of them unstrapped. The shuttle jerked, Scout winced, closing her eyes quickly. "Shut the f*ck up!" She snapped in reply, was this a contestant? Scout wondered. She unstrapped to meet him, looking down at him.

He swallowed hard, as though realizing, up close, just how much bigger Scout was than him. Like a wolf looming over a rabbit, her shadow falling over him. Scout turned away, this wasn't worth her time. "That's what I thought ugly b*tch," she whirled around, like a feral dog, lunging at his throat. The mutant squealed as Scout pinned him against the floor, her fist connecting with his face. "Fight, fight, fight!" The other mutants chanted as Scout hit him, the satisfaction of bone crunching beneath her hand making her tail wag and her eyes widen with delight. "Please sit down," the Captain said over the intercom. "We are now inbound to the landing strip. Welcome to Father." Scout gave the mutant one last punch for good measure, his body having gone limp after the third strike.

His friend scuttled over, dragging his body back over to his seat. She lumbered back to the seat that was too small, the cushion doing nothing to ease her discomfort. She quickly strapped the buckle across her chest and Scout closed her eyes, her knee bouncing once more as the sigh of the gears releasing made her seat shake. It only took a few minutes to land, but somehow, it still felt like an eternity. The doors released with a hiss, the temperature difference from the Wasteland and Father causing what looked like steam to roll about the cabin. Scout unbuckled from her seat quickly, rising slowly. The other mutants in the cabin hesitated as she rose, too fearful to get in her way. When the steam cleared, Scout emerged, blood splashed across her fists and clothing, dotting her face in small crimson flecks.

The terminal went silent, the wolf-girl hyperaware of every sound and scent in that room. Her fists and clothes were bloodied, the scent of iron heavy in her nose. Her gaze turned towards a table, there were other mutants there, so Scout assumed that was where she was supposed to go. They parted, avoiding her, staring up at her. She stopped right in front of the table, her expression bored. "U-um, I don't have any money," a human stuttered dumbly as her shadow fell across his seat. "I'm here for the Game," Scout replied bluntly. The human nodded, "R-right, ID please." He squeaked, holding out his hand. He flinched when Scout dropped her ID in it, blood dripping into his open palm. "Ma'am, do you need a medic?" He whispered, startled. "No, but the other mutant might." His paled at the implication. From behind her, someone had begun to shout.

"Hey, whose mutant is that?"

"Oh, I have her."

"She's mine now," a boy with white hair approached. He was an inch taller than Scout, wearing a black coat and pants, with a red stripe near the seam that glowed. His eyes were piercing and his smile had no kindness behind it. "Welcome to the Game, what's your name mute?" He asked, glancing at his holo tab. She had half a mind to flay him where he stood for calling her that. She knew what the implications for hurting a human were. "Scout," Scout replied, taking her ID back.

"Well Scout, I'm Aries, your manager. Let's get you... presentable." He beckoned for her to follow him away from the others and through a narrow doorway. The wolf was too busy looking up to look down and stumbled when the sidewalk began to move. "Stand to the right," Aries instructed. She frowned, doing as told. She had lived on a ship like this once, but Scout had never seen the outside of the apartment. She would never forget this view, however. The memory of it made her heart pick up in her chest, the stars glittering, unaware of her existence from a distance.

"Sentenced to death? But it's just a kid."

"Scout?" She blinked, Aries had asked her a question. "What?" Scout grumbled, her nails piercing the handrail. "I asked if you have a scent preference," Scout wrinkled her nose. "Nothing strong," Aries nodded. "This is the intake, we'll be getting off here." Aries stepped off of the sidewalk, Scout following him, her knees jerking at the sudden lack of motion. He led her into a room with multiple tables and baskets, each labeled with an ID number. "You'll need to take off all of your clothes and place them in this basket. Your belongings will be held in a safe location until the end of the Game." Scout could read between the lines, she wasn't dumb. Anything she placed in that basket was going to be thrown out.

She reached around herself, lifting up her shirt. "Whoa, whoa! Wait a second, don't start taking your clothes off. Just empty your pockets," Aries was grinning as he said it, as though he were speaking to a simple-minded child.

"That's it?" Scout nodded. "Alright, let's keep going. "You're going to take your clothes off in the stall, step into the glass booth afterwards and press the green button."

"What does it do?" Scout was wary of anything made by humans. "It'll hose the blood off of you." Scout frowned, a shower? She sniffed herself, it had been a while, admittedly, since the apartment she had been laying low in had only a sink. Scout stepped into the booth, the floors made of wood. The sides were metal, the door closing automatically as soon as she stepped inside. "Oi! What's the big idea!" Scout banged on it. "It'll open once the shower is done," Aries replied calmly from the other side, but he didn't understand. The space was too small. Scout's ears flattened against her head in discomfort, her tail hanging low.

She backed up into the glass box, her elbow banging the green button. With a yelp, hot water sprayed her from all sides. Slowly, Scout peeled off her soaked clothes and water logged boots, tossing them back into the booth. "I hate this," the air began to smell like lemons and mint. Scout wrinkled her nose, nails scraping against tile as she stepped out, finding a bathrobe.

"Much better," Aries applauded when she emerged, shaking herself off to remove any excess water. "Are we done? When do the Games start?" Scout asked, following Aries through another hallway. "No, we're not. You're still um... unpresentable. Kore would have a heart attack if I let you go into Orientation looking like... that."

"Oh," Scout looked down at it, dumping a food wrapper, and three coins into it from one pocket. From the other, her face mask, navi-goggles, and ID card.

"That's it?" Scout nodded in response. "Alright, let's keep going." They walked past the tables and to a new room with teak floors and green plants hanging from the ceiling, swaying without a care in the world. "You're going to take your clothes off in the stall, step into the glass booth afterwards and press the green button."

"What does it do?" Scout was wary of anything made by humans. "It'll hose the blood off of you." Scout frowned, a shower? She sniffed herself, it had been a while, admittedly, since the apartment she had been laying low in had only a sink. Scout stepped into the booth, the floors made of wood. The sides were metal, the door closing automatically as soon as she had entered the threshold. Scout jumped at the finality of it.

"Little brat, stay in there until I say you can come out."

"But I'm scared of the dark."

"Do I look like I give a-"


"Oi! What's the big idea!" Scout banged on the door, her heart pounding. "It'll open once the shower is done," Aries replied calmly from the other side, but he didn't understand. The space was too small. Scout's ears flattened against her head in discomfort, her tail hanging low. She grabbed onto her hair in distress, stepping back.

Scout backed up into the glass box, her elbow banging the green button. With a yelp, hot water sprayed her from all sides. She tried to fight it at first, instinct telling her to hit whatever was assaulting her from all sides. After a moment, it was evident as to what it was and Scout submitted, realizing that the hot water felt good.

Slowly, the wolf peeled off her soaked clothes and water logged boots, tossing them back into the booth. "I hate this," the air began to smell like lemons and mint. Scout wrinkled her nose, nails scraping against tile as she stepped out, finding a bathrobe waiting for her. Her hair dripped around her, puffy from the heat. The door to the metal booth slid open, revealing Aries on the other side with a bottle of cold water that had green circles floating in it. "For you," he handed it to her. Scout sniffed it once, it smelled fruity.

"Much better," Aries applauded, she was cleaner than she had been in weeks. Scout couldn't even remember the last time her skin wasn't coated in a layer of sand and grime. "Are we done? When do the Games start?" Scout asked, following Aries through another hallway. "No, we're not. You're still um... unpresentable. Kore would have a heart attack if I let you go into Orientation looking like... that."

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Location: Shuttle En-Route to Father








Well here he was now, about to join a death game putting his neck on the game to basically get a free pass to examine one of the sky ships and play nice guy with people who are more than eager to separate his head from the rest of his body. "Well I'm in the long haul now. But at least I should gather my thoughts..." He thought to himself as he dug into his pack and produced a little pack and opened it up and grabbed what appeared to be a handmade cigarette and put it in his mouth and lit it up. "Hey, remember to turn those in when we arrive at the ship. No smoking allowed at Father." One of the human guards stated as Leo nodded at his words. Well so much for bringing these with him so he might as well get one last smoke before he arrived. But at least he had time to smoke before they arrived at the Father. He glanced around looking at some of the other mutants on the shuttle, some nervous, some eager. Lots of young ones as to be expected...Certainly made him feel old...

"Hey old man." Someone tapped his shoulder as he glanced to his side. It was a fellow mutant, young boy. Probably a teen. He looked like he had some features of a cat. "That stuff you got. It smells kind of nice...What is that?" The boy asked as Leo gave him a small smile. "A home made smoke. Does well to calm the nerves and it tastes pretty nice. Here." He soon handed the boy all but one of the smokes along with the lighter. "Share it among the others. I can't keep it anyways. Consider it an early gift you know?" He chuckled a bit in reply as the young boy gave a small smile. "Man you're nice. Just your back though old man, once the games begins being nice wont protect you." The young boy replied as Leo simply shrugged with a smile. Yeah I suppose I have to be careful. You all be careful as well, you all have a lot of years left to go after all." He soon leaned back a bit to simply relax as he lit up his last and final Cigarette using the one that still had some fire left and stuffed it into a small disposal pack for throwing away trash.

"Alright...First we have orientation to go through...Signing papers then then we basically have two weeks to prepare for the death game...I guess first order of business during the one week period I should get to know some of the others, and get a look at the stuff on the ship I can see...Sounds like a plan if I say so myself..." Leo nodded to himself as the shuttle soon came to a standstill as they had arrived at Father. Time to start his brand new day in the sky...






Location: Father

After arriving at the ship, a guard motioned for the Mutants to show their ID's and turn in their chosen support item which meant Leo gave them his rifle and basically everything else besides the clothes on his back and his bag of money. He packed light, and he was not sure if there was a shop on the ship...So maybe it was a good idea to bring his cash...Yeah probably a good idea. Once they were logged, their stuff taken they began to be escorted in different areas. "Hey Mutie. Your Leo right?" A man walked up to him as he nodded and pointed at himself. "Yes I'm Leo." He replied as the man nodded. "Alright, first we will make you presentable. Come with me." The man spoke as Leo followed the man through the pristine hallways and soon arrived at some sort of strange room. "Please enter the stall, remove your clothing and step into the glass booth. I'll contact your manager so she knows you have arrived." He stated as Leo complied as he stepped inside the stall and unbuttoned his shirt and removed his clothing and quietly entered the glass booth. Well this was a bit...Embarrassing as always...But if he can bathe out in the open while it rains and pray to god no one simply walked behind his house, then he can handle this...Mostly...

Once inside the glass room he looked around and noticed some green button and gave it a press. Once he did so a blast of nice warm water hit his body as he could have cried right at that moment. A nice hot shower did the body wonders! He worked on a water heating unit but the problem was that he can exactly waste water to simply wash himself. So he had to settle with terrible cold showers outside when it rains...

Once done and smelling not of grease, oil and old metal. He exited the glass booth and put on a bath robe that was waiting for him and got close to dressed while his clothing was probably being washed. Man...A button that dispenses water...Cool! Still while he would wait for his clothes to be cleaned the man handed him a bottle of water that looked bubbly. He took a sip from it and examined the flavors...Was this...Sparkling water? Amazing...

"Alright Leo. Follow me again." The man stated as Leo would follow him once more. He was not used to a bath robe but...At least he was covered but he was missing his normal clothing...But looking around as he followed the man would easily keep his mind occupied.

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The room was dark, the only light coming from the Holovision screens in a far corner and a single Holotab. A single silhouette stood out in the room, their dark skin and blank facial features illuminated by the blue light of the Holotab.

The sounds of clicking played in Yeqon's ear as he scrolled through the Holotab. Since late into the night, he's been continuously examining his schedule. Only a few moments of exhaustion hit him until he'd wake up due to bodily pain. Therefore, Yeqon gave up on the idea of rest and seated himself on his couch.

Leaning himself against the pillows, he's been silently scrolling through reports, hoping the monotonous act would invoke sleep. It didn't. Now, the time to get ready had come, and Yeqon could only accept his fate of fatigue. Not like it showed on his face. The perks of having little facial expressions. No one knew what you were thinking or feeling.

He sighed, placing the Holotab on the coffee table next to the vase of faintly glowing flowers and picture frames. He laid on the couch and closed his eyes. Taking in the silence around him. He raised his hands and started rubbing his temples, easing the tension building in his head. While basking in the quiet, a knock echoed, announcing the arrival of Yeqon's busy day.

"Mr. Cryo." Yeqon didn't answer. He kept his position, ignoring the call. A few minutes passed, and another knock came, "Master, it's me."

"...Come in, Mr. Kilos..only you." At his words, a purple-skinned mutant with pointy ears, sharp eyes, and grey hair opened the sliding doors. Light leaked into the room, causing Yeqon to sigh.

Before entering the room, the mutant stopped and turned to the individual behind him, "Mr. Cryo, requests only me. Tell Governor Cryo we will be on our way shortly." He gave an order to the aquatic type mutant glancing at him with concern. Their worries fell on deaf ears as Enoch closed the door without waiting for an answer.

Enoch stood in the darkroom, staring silently at Yeqon's laying silhouette,"...Does Governor Cryo need me?" Yeqon asked. Governor Cryo, his Father, though he never refers to him as such. Yeqon remembers the first time his Father beat him for referring to him improperly. It left faints scars, which rarely happened, thus leaving a deep impression on Yeqon's mind. After that day, the word Father has never escaped Yeqon's lips.

"No, but he doesn't want you to be late...he said it's a disgraceful act." Yeqon opened his eyes. He turned his head in the direction of Enoch's voice, his green eyes focused on the tunnel of darkness in front of him.

"...I understand...Please, bring me the blue pills...next to the far left...Holotub." Yeqon's words came out slowly.

Enoch walked toward the blue screen's direction, his eyes quickly adjusting to the lack of light in the room. His Master's room always looked like a picture out of a dream. Its color theme is dark blue, white, and gold. Blue carpets, tables, and sheets decorated with a few white chairs and two couches, along with golden accents; the most striking was golden cranes printed on the carpeting. Coupled with the latest technology, a large shelf filled with books and another more enormous shelf covered in alcohol bottles. It truly is a picture-perfect environment, but most of the area appeared untouched, except for the couch and two shelves of books and alcohol. Enoch knew his Master never used his bed since he rarely slept well.

Enoch clutched the bottle of pills. He paused. Jiggling the bottle a little, he realized how little pills were inside. These were ordered recently — five days ago — the bottle holding around 100 pills. There felt to be less than half now.

Enoch sighed, "Master..." he didn't finish his sentence. It wasn't his place to voice complaints about Yeqon's choices, and he knew how much pain the man felt. Therefore he didn't have the heart to speak against taking any more pills.

Swiftly preparing a cup of water, Enoch silently placed the items on the coffee table in front of Yeqon, "Has your schedule been updated, Master?" Yeqon nodded, still remaining in his position.

Enoch reached for the tablet on the table and started scrolling through the list of times. He needed to prepare himself to serve Yeqon for the day. Hesitating, a frown appeared on his face. He glared at a title listed on his Master's device, Game of Pursuit—a horrid pastime created to entertain human's twisted pleasure for betting and mutant death.

Yeqon noticed Enoch's unusual silence and opened his eyes. He gazed at him, then turned his attention to the glass of water and medicine in front of him, "...Can I have alcohol?" Water wasn't enough to numb the pain, and the pill only did so much.

"No, it's not safe." If it was any other human, Enoch's head would be flying for denying them, "Water is enough."

Yeqon reached for the bottle, pulling out three pills. Sitting up, he sighed before popping the medicine in his mouth and downing them with a few gulps of water.

He sat in silence for a while, letting the pill's effects spread through his body. Yeqon felt a slight numbness cover him. Not perfect, but he felt grateful for the smallest of relief.

After a few moments of stillness, he glanced up at the dark elf. Enoch paused his scrolling, feeling Yeqon's eyes on him, "...You don't have to attend the opening." Yeqon spoke to Enoch.

The dark elf blinked at his Master. He knew Yeqon never enjoyed dragging Enoch around like a slave, but he did it to keep the dark elf safe from questioning eyes. But this was the first time Yeqon has ever told, or asked, Enoch not to come with him.

Yeqon knew Enoch's feelings about the games. How couldn't he? At least those in higher positions, every mutant on the ships, knew the game was nothing more than a slaughterhouse for mutants and a circus show for humans. He didn't need an attendant to follow him into the chaos. Or, more specifically, he didn't want Enoch to sit there in silence watching the events unfold.

Enoch didn't look up from the Holotub, "...May I speak inappropriately?" He asked for permission to speak his mind, an action no mutant could do in front of a human.

"...Proceed..." Yeqon waved his hand, beckoning Enoch to speak.

"Why are you doing this? You've never listened to requests from Governor Cryo to participate in the games before, even if it resulted in beatings. These...games are something you have avoided for years. Why now? What changed...Yeqon?" Despite being a human, or more accurately half-human, Yeqon was a rare individual. Unlike most humans, he gave respect toward everyone, even mutants. He avoided humans' usual pleasures and their pastime of tormenting mutants, though Yeqon has had moments he needed to kill on orders. But other than those situations, Enoch knew Yeqon would never engage in events like these, so there had to be a reason. A reason for this sudden change.

Yeqon didn't answer, his eyes staring into the darkness. How could he tell the truth? Though the reason is essential to Yeqon, in comparison to watching and enforcing the deaths of others' lives, even mutants, his own reasons for engaging in such acts were nothing short of selfish. Nevertheless, the reward was more significant than the shame he felt.

"...I apologize, Enoch." Yeqon's voice was monotone, while his words were sincere. He truly felt sorry, but he wasn't going to stop, "I...need to get dressed...the outfit?"

Enoch sighed silently at Yeqon's avoidance. He walked over to the closet and rummaged through. A small gasp slipped from his lips as he blankly staring at the plum and gold fabric, "...How...unique?" Enoch didn't want to insult the design, but it shocked him to see a color different from Yeqon's usual dark tomes.

Yeqon broke and let out a small chuckle. He agreed the outfit wasn't to his usual tastes, but he was the Vice Overseer, and the appeal of matching outfits between him and Kore, the Head Overseer, was enormous. So he had no choice but to comply. At least they made it into a suit. He insisted on the outfit's design to be as simple as possible, a challenging feat for Kore and the designers' grandiose desires. Finally, a compromise was made, bold but straightforward — a plum suit with golden swirls. Yeqon didn't dislike the current outfit, in all honesty. It still had an elegant feel despite its bold colors. But the thought of wearing anything other than his usual dark colors was unappealing. He felt like a walking hologram sign, with the words LOOK AT ME, written all over him. He could feel the eyes of competitors and humans on him already.

"...Will you be participating?" He asked Eon once again if he planned to come.

Eon blinked, "Not anymore after seeing this outfit." The elf smiled a little after seeing the slightly trembling shoulders of his Master. Yeqon needed to laugh now because later, he could already see the days ahead where his Master will be drowning himself with bottle after bottle of pills and alcohol. This was going to be a long game.

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Stepping into the hallway, two Officers stood in attention, waiting for Yeqon's arrival. The flinched at the dark man's sharp gaze and took a few gulps, "W-we..." the tallest officer cleared his throat, "Excuse me, we are here to escort you, Mr. Cryo." Yeqon said nothing and walked ahead. He knew the way; hence, the guards were unnecessary in his eyes. But they still followed him, flustered by his strict silence and closed-off demeanor. He could hear their whispers while on the moving sidewalks.

"He doesn't look like Governor Cryo, but you can't deny that he's his son. They both have such a suffocating presence."

" I agree. I couldn't breathe when he stared at me. I thought my head would fall if I even blinked at him wrong."

"So frightening."

Yeqon remained silent while the sidewalk moved out of the residential area. He sighed as he saw the approaching flashing lights,

"Mr. Cryo! Mr. Cryo! Can we get a picture?!" Yeqon never understood the use of asking when you were going to do it anyway. He didn't even give attention to the flashing Foto pods blinding his vision. He looked straight ahead, ignoring the calls for him to smile or turn towards the lens.

Yeqon stepped off the walkway, onto the Blue Carpet. Seeing the flood of Fotors, Yeqon immediately wanted to turn around and return to his darkroom for a drink. Even talking to his Father would be more comfortable than dealing with this crowd. He stood in silence until a cheery voice called for him.

He lifted his head to see a woman in an outfit similar to his own, waving in his direction. He strode over to her, "...Good Morning, Ms. Kore." Yeqon never addressed individuals by their first names, though after much debate and constant pleading, Kore convinced Yeqon to call her Ms. Kore instead of Ms. Mars.

Yeqon locked his arm around hers, though the idea of being so close to someone didn't appeal to Yeqon, he'd play his part, "...Yes...we must...be on our way." His job was to assist and silently protect Kore throughout the games. While also offering commentary here and there, Kore taking care of the rest.

Yeqon slowed his steps to match Kore's, ignoring the rambling of the Fotors. He left commenting to Kore, merely following her lead. This was Kore's playground; he had learned that she knew how to handle a crowd despite the girl's wild energy. A strength that Yeqon did not possess. People either stared at him because of his appearance or avoided him because of his intimidating demeanor. Therefore, he wasn't the right choice to engage in small talk. Even the Fotors knew to simply address Kore, and if they wanted Yeqon to talk, they would ask Kore to start the conversation since he would answer to her.

Staring straight ahead, he made short pauses for Kore so she could address the questions she wanted. If he noticed a rather annoying or inappropriate inquiry directed at Kore, he'd gently pull her along before she could answer. A few nasty stares would shoot his way, but all he had to do was turn his gaze toward them, and they would look away. This continued until they finally reached the stage.

Yeqon unlocked his arm around Kore and stood behind her, allowing her to be the one in front. He offered glances of acknowledgment to his teammates before following Kore to the podium.

Music blared, signaling the start of the games, the hall echoing in the citizens' cheers. Yeqon already wanted to leave when he saw the massive wave of people staring at them with hungry eyes, the anticipation displayed fully on their faces. Turning his attention away from the sea of humans, he focused on Kore, as it was time for Kore and Yeqon to announce the competitors. He didn't speak, as it was discussed during practice that Kore would be the primary spokesperson and would signal Yeqon when he needed to talk.

Kore paused, waiting for Yeon's response, "...[Add answer later]..." A mixture of gasps and cheers filled the halls at Kore's and Yeqon's comment.

The picking finished after an hour. After the last contestant was pulled, Yeqon felt a sense of relief. Finally, he could remove himself from the people's gazes, if only for a while.

Kore said her final congratulations before the cameras turned off. Yeqon relaxed slightly and turned to Kore, "...It was splendid, Ms. Kore." he responded in a toneless voice, "...You and the team...were naturals."

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Character Portrait: Edward Killedge
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Character Portrait: Leo Behrends
Leo Behrends

Relaxed and down to earth Cyber Lizardman

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Lamia Serose

"Stay far away..."

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Ciara

"There is beauty in corruption, don't you think?"

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Bandit Sephilan

"Catch me if you can!"

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Yeqon

"..."

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Jax

"I am not a tool for your pleasure or pain."

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Kore

"If you really think that's messed up, wait until you see this!"

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Scout

My biggest fear is going to sleep and waking up with lungs full of stones.

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Ljilja

Six-armed underwater miner trying to win opportunity for her surviving family.

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Jax

"I am not a tool for your pleasure or pain."

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Ciara

"There is beauty in corruption, don't you think?"

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Ljilja

Six-armed underwater miner trying to win opportunity for her surviving family.

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Edward Killedge

"The impurities of earth shall be purged."

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Yeqon

"..."

Character Portrait: Scout
Scout

My biggest fear is going to sleep and waking up with lungs full of stones.

Character Portrait: Leo Behrends
Leo Behrends

Relaxed and down to earth Cyber Lizardman

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Lamia Serose

"Stay far away..."

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Kore

"If you really think that's messed up, wait until you see this!"

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"Catch me if you can!"

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Lamia Serose

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Ljilja

Six-armed underwater miner trying to win opportunity for her surviving family.

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Scout

My biggest fear is going to sleep and waking up with lungs full of stones.

Character Portrait: Edward Killedge
Edward Killedge

"The impurities of earth shall be purged."

Character Portrait: Leo Behrends
Leo Behrends

Relaxed and down to earth Cyber Lizardman

Character Portrait: Ciara
Ciara

"There is beauty in corruption, don't you think?"

Character Portrait: Jax
Jax

"I am not a tool for your pleasure or pain."

Character Portrait: Yeqon
Yeqon

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