Rosh Zenzara's Story

"Wing City?" Rosh said from where he had pressed himself away from the screaming individual into the bar. "Must be one hell of a place."

"Yes, er, the Lac Long Quan arena. It's right over there," He pointed at a wall, "On the other side of that wall. Huge, loud, busiest place in town aside's here. Can't really miss it!" Rosh turned to look at the young Princess. He doubted she was fighting, personally, but then again there were always stranger things.

"Beautiful girls fight, sure! Anyone with drive enough to fight fights, or of course anyone with their eye on the prize."

That seemed all good to him. Damioa was going to sign up and earn that prize. "Thank you for letting me know. I shall be back." He declared as he walked pass the two ladies. Flashing a wink he said, "If I may, if I win the prize then I might just ask for one of your hands in marriage. Hehehe." He didn't really mean it, but all in the same he did like flirting with women every now and then. He was a man after all.
With that said and done, he headed towards the Lac Long Quan arena to sign up for the hunts. 'Oh boy, I can't wait. This should be fun if not anything else.

Tien glanced to the man who had banged his head against the table. He was rather intimidating, but Tien was used to such beasts. "Come in, have a seat, try not to break anything. Bao might get angry." said the Queen softly.

"The Gargantuan might not be so delicious. Not all of them...in fact, most of them are not organic. Spinners are, but they have an exterior made of copper. Many Gargantuan are made up of the elements that surround them, with the Core in the middle. Though we do not understand these creatures completely yet, we do know it is not only the Core that allows these creatures to think, move, and do as they wish. We are just not sure, just yet."

She flicked her eyes to the Princess. She got up, herself, and gave a curt bow. "I will be honored to have you. If you plan to attend the Miss Multiverse Pageant, I do wish you the best of luck, but I do not believe you will need it."

She eyed Damioa, smirking. "Perhaps that would be nice, but unfortunately, the things holding me back from being a participant in the Hunt this year would hold me back from that one, as well. But I am charmed. Truly."

Her eyes shifted to Rosh, commenting that, "You should join, but you don't strike me as a warrior. You have more fire for knowledge in your eyes than you do fight." And then, to Krieg:

"You may sign up at the Arena, if you wish."

The speakers of the television screens boomed to life, suddenly, as one of the Hunts came to an end. Tien brought her eyes to a screen, watching as a blonde-headed, dark-skinned warrior woman tossed a Gargantuan to the ground, climbing atop it with her arms tossed into the air in victory.

"Looks like we finally have a female champion climbing the ranks. Nekala."

Krieg laughed in triumph upon hearing Tien suggesting he sign up at the arena. "I WILL DANCE IN THEIR RIBCAGES AND SING PRAISES FOR THE MEAT SLAUGHTER! MAN FOR CENTURIES WILL KNOW OF MY CRUMBLING FACE!" the psycho rambled on once more... sooo... I'm... guessing that means 'yes'?

Suddenly, two men wearing jumpsuits marked with yellow and black checkers started to wheel in... uh... a vending machine? The logo of the vending machine featured a drawing of a torque wrench, with cartoonish arms and legs coming from it, a logo above it stating 'TORGUE'.

Upon setting the vending machine down, one of the men pulled out a strange device and pressed a button on it, as an incredibly gruff voice came from it.

"HOW ARE YOU BADASSES DOIN'?! THIS IS MR. TORGUE, FOUNDER OF THE TORGUE CORPORATION! I HEARD ABOUT YOUR LITTLE SHINDIG GOING ON DOWN HERE AND I DECIDED THAT IT IS PRETTY F*CKING AWESOME!" the voice shouted, the instance of 'fuck' being bleeped out. "SO, IN HONOR OF THIS BADASS OCCASION, WE AT THE TORGUE CORPORATION HAVE DECIDED TO PLACE TORGUE VENDING MACHINES AROUND THIS PLACE, BECAUSE DAMMIT, THERE'S NOT ENOUGH MOTHERF*CKING EXPLOSIONS! WHY THE F*CK AREN'T THERE ANY EXPLOSIONS! GET YOUR SH*T TOGETHER!" Mr. Torgue yelled, his voice being bleeped out. "SO, USE THESE TORGUE VENDING MACHINES TO GET SOME TORGUE BRAND WEAPONRY! THEY BLOW SH*T UP! SO STOP USING REGULAR BULLETS LIKE A BUNCH OF P*SSIES! ...TORGUE OUT!"

Aneres blinked as the display set forth, her guardians ushering her back a step from the commotion. Her jaw had already hit the ground from the lack of discretion with the marriage proposal, but what was all of this? In awe she listened, jumping as cusses were flung about like marshmallows, but bleeped out. A giggle slipped as it happened again.

A vending machine! The Princess peered forth at it, absently holding out a hand for her purse, at which one of her guardians frowned.

"Really, Princess?" The question received a glare and a shake of the hand. Whatever was in that machine, explosive or not, she wanted one!

Whenever someone decided to step up to the vending machine, a holographic selection of weapons made by Torgue would pop up, a price popping up next to them. As this happened, a pre-recorded voice of Mr. Torgue decided to sound off from the machine. "NOW GO PUNCH SOME BAD GUYS IN THE DICK!" the message would happily suggest.

Damia walked back into the The Hangover happy as a clam. He never did get the saying but still that is what he considered himself to be. He walked back to the old man who gave him advice on the hunt and with a wide smile said, "Alright, I'm all signed up. So we gonna team up old man or what?"

Tien's eyes moved toward the vending machine and the men carrying it in. As it hollered some advertisement, her eyes closed, briefly, for the noise. One eye opened back up again to look it over.

"What in the world? Did Bao ask for this to be brought here?" she said aloud, getting up to approach the machine. She peered at the Princess. Her head tilted to the side. "You're going to buy one?"

Krieg, meanwhile, looked absolutely giddy that there was a Torgue machine in the bar. "YES! EXPLOSIOOOONS OF LIIIFE! FACE-SPLOSIONS!" the crazed man yelled. "EXPLODING SOUL STABBERS! I hope I can find the PRETTIEST ONE!"

Aneres barely hesitated before nodding. Yes, she was indeed going to buy one, whatever it was. Stepping forth to the machine, her eyes lit up as weaponry scrolled before her. Without a second thought there was money in the machine, and not a moment later the princess's decision was made.

She smiled as her quadluminum blastoray was dispensed and the machine encouraged her to "GO PUNCH SOME BAD GUYS IN THE DICK!"

Tien eyed Krieg strangely, raising a brow. She then let her eyes guide her back to the machine. As the Princess picked a gun, and the machine spoke once more, Tien's cheeks went red. She put a hand to her mouth, but eventually, she just was not able to hold it in.

Tien the Young, the Silver Queen, one of few ladies who were able to carry the title, crumpled into a chair from high, bellowing laughter. The kind you would expect from a hyena.

Silence for all but the soft muted televisions and the uproarious laughter of the Silver Queen. A sly grin worked it's way on Rosh's own face, though the Princess could hardly hold in her giggles. The laughter was purely infectious and it wasn't long before most were chortling "dick" into their beverages.

The white haired man then looked to Damioa. Well, wasn't that quick? He studied the lad for a moment as the bar laughed around them. He pat at the stool next to him and motioned for the young man to sit. "You really think you got what it takes?"

Aneres shifted the gun around, still smiling.

Did he think that? Who knew. The only thing he said in response was, "Well, we wont know until the time comes now will we?" and delivered a wide grin. He looked around the bar seeing that it had become quiet packed since he had left. Seemed that everyone was having a good time too. He also took this time to observe the competition. There were now two giant muscle-toned guys to cause a yell or two. It also seemed like the girls might also decide to join the hunt. It didn't matter to him though. The more competition or allies, the funner the game.

Rosh nodded and finished his drink. The kid thought he had what it took, but then again did he even know what he was walking into? Did Rosh, for that matter? It was an impossible project, they had told him. Stupid, really. Now he had to proceed practically in secret, and what a shame that was. For his research! It lagged.

"That we won't," said Rosh into an empty mug. He passed on the refill that was offered almost immediately; The Hangover knew business. Standing up, he withdrew a thin metal business card from a pocket and handed it to Damioa. On it was his name, a number at which to reach him, and the title 'Bio-Corenetic Developer', whatever that meant. "I suggest training," He commented on his way out to the princess, bobbing a bow to Tien the Young right before the door closed on his heels.

Aneres Coreveon stared after him in shock, mock-exploding the door and making a little, "Pew!" sound. One of her keepers grumbled about too much television. The princess shot him a glare, but straightened. Addressing Tien the Young she bobbed in the most informal of curtsies and hefted the gun off to a line faced keeper. It didn't matter that the woman didn't want to be acknowledged as royalty or what have you, where Aneres came from a Queen was a Queen, no ifs, ands, buts, or disrespects out, about, or around it!

"I hold your honor, Tien the Young," Aneres said with a smile in her eyes still, "Until again we meet." Moving to the counter, Aneres made a mental note to contact Tien about tea, soon.

Clear as crystal, a feminine voice came through Wing City Hospital's PA system,

Sir Helix, please report to the Discharge Atrium: Your Party Is Waiting!

Hospital chatter resumed to normal as the voice cut away. A siren wailed closer from the distance; much of the staff picked up the pace in preparation for what was sure to be a demanding next few hours.

"Sir Helix?" he almost swore the words as the surprise overtook him. This was supposed to be a quiet visit and now the whole hospital now knew he was here. How did they know his name? he hadn't told the nurse? he rose from the seat taking the leaflet and tucking it in with the envelope in his jacket pocket. The suit? perhaps someone wearing a suit was unfamilar to the hospital and so curiosity had got the better of the nurse?. No that was illogical, he looked for a sign leading him to the discharge atrium.

The discharge atrium was empty for being what it was. There should have been treated and recovering patients milling in, out, and about, with nurses handling paperwork and pesky insurance agents sucking the money out of the citizenry like blood. Instead there were only three occupants.

One was in a streamlined suit of leather armor. It was black, polished, embellished with gold, and it's wearer stood at attention. To their left was a woman, her hair as black and as shiny as Wing City Lake at night. She had a serious look about her.

To her left was a scrawny older man with wild white hair. He gave a little hop at the arrival of Sir Helix.

"See, see. Told you he was here," Rosh hissed at the the woman and the armored one, rushing forth to make greetings. He gave a quick bow, "Sir Helix! A pleasure-honor!- to meet you. I must apologize for the, er, ambush as it would seem."

He had never met these three people before, but something about their demeanor set his worries aside which seemed odd. Perhaps they knew who he was and wanted to make a proposal. He tugged at his jacket before offering a hand in a very businesslike manner, " Please the sir isn't necessary, call me Jackson. You'll have to forgive me but i don't believe we've met, is there something i can help you with?"

The idea of leaving his previous engagement waiting set him on edge. He was never late, and the impression he wanted to make on the civilians of wing city was important.

"No no Sir He-ah, Jackson. No, we have not met. We know all about you though!" Rosh wagged a finger, clearly excited by the encounter. Behind him the woman cleared her throat and glared. The white haired man must have sensed the glare, for he winced and took a deep breath.


"Deepest apologies for the interruption, my name is Rosh Zenzara. This here," he gestured to the woman, "Is Xao Dua. She's an ambassador, from the planet Aberash. Have you ever had the chance to visit?" His eyes glittered for a moment. The woman seemed tired of Rosh's ways and spoke up from the back.

"Is this a bad time?"

She seemed impatient, if not downright annoyed. Maybe it was her character, maybe it was having to deal with Rosh the entire way here (and the entire way back). Rosh's hair whipped around as he looked from Sir Jackson Helix, to Xao Dua, back to Helix, back to Dua, and then finally back to Helix.