Well hello viewer, viewers or a little bit of the two.
Here is the small warning to prepare you for the mind probing adventures of a small cast of the most disappointing "heroes of the people" that the twenty-fifth century had ever produced.
There will be violence, lots of it. There is property destruction, heaps of that as well. A decent chunk of good old profanity with a twist of kindness. A potty-mouthed Aaron Harney and there is a bit of comedy somewhere in there too.
Oh I nearly forgot to mention that the loving cast for this fiction aren't all human if you catch my drift.
Story, timeline and world by Aaron L.L. Harney
Editing by Lliam J.J. Harney
Rating: MA 15+
This is a Creature Cast production!
Enjoy the first act until you reach the end of the show.
Leon Polc gave off a aggrevated sounding growl as he continued to drive out of one of the four major city-states that was held within the semi-supercontinent, he leered his attention over towards the slowly falling sun.
The dark orange hues of the dying light seemed to keep his mind somewhere away from reality, but the sight soon ended when the sun disappeared over the horizon taking it's light along with it.
Leon smashed his fists into the dashboard, nearly losing control of the four wheel drive at the sudden violent act.
"Damnit Keivian, I hope this is the thing that you are looking for or otherwise I quit!" He eyed a small leather suitcase that sat in the passenger seat next to him. To him, this case was no more valuable than the cow that it came from. But appearently his leader might have had thought otherwise when he sent him and others to retrieve the object.
His nightmare begun during the evening a couple hours ago, he and six other agents were sent to extract a locked suitcase from a armoured convoy that held an armed opposition that outnumbered his team seven to one and... lets just say that he was only alive because he didn't get shot in the head.
Why would his boss send him on such an obvious deathtrap? Who the hell knows because he did, he would've found a different approach to gain the case without so many casualties on his report to mark down.
But alas, this had not been the first time that he heard of such an occurence for it had already happened several times before in many differating cases. Like that one mission that involved half of the O.W.L. military forces just to recover a petrified creampuff in the northern ice cap.
"What happened to "investigating the unknown and solving the unsolvable?" You know, the line of work that I was proud of?" He asked himself as he passed a silouette that might have been a hitch-hiker or one of those road side food stall owners, he couldn't really tell because of the sudden darkness that covered everything. "That reminds me, I should probably put my headlights on so I don't run anyone over like last time." When he flipped the switch, the lights flickered on and then off. "Son of a- Seriously?! They got damaged when I rammed this car into that truck? That shouldn't happen!" After messing around with the switch for a minute he eventually snapped the tiny lever off... "Oh crap!" He stared at the plastic lever before he shrugged and he threw the piece of plastic out the window, not even caring if it might hit someone on the way down. "I would be screaming about that if this car was actually mine in the first place, I might as well tell the boss the "good" news about how most of my squad died instead of all of it, with me included that makes a grand total of... one person. Yay." He picked up his cell phone to call Keivian about talk about his mission's success and his permanent resignation from O.W.L.
Leon Polc dialed in Kievian's office number and then he waited, and waited, and waited... and he waited a little bit more until his patience eventually left him.
"Come on you jerkwad, answer the bloody phone!" He looked at the screen to see that it was turned off and it had no charge left in its battery, leaving the detective in a state of confusion and anger. "Alright, just how did my battery go from eighty-three percent to all the way to zero? What the heck!" He screamed to himself before he realised that he couldn't feel the vibrations of the moving car anymore, the four-wheel drive had stopped moving and it hadn't been moving for quite a while. He figured this out when he took a quick glance out of the driver's side window to see that the tiny light lever was only half a metre away from the car itself. "Shit, it looks like that I drove right into a fricken N.A. Radiation field! Bloody EMP's all night long if this world doesn't like me having any breaks!"
Leon groaned as he rested his head into the top of the steering wheel, the day's fanatics were already previously taking it's toll on him but now he was trapped far from the comforts of home with no way back. "Damnit! How come I always get the short end of the stick?" He closed his eyes in a hope that when he wakes up, he'll be in a different place with a different set of goals and motivations to move him and O.W.L. to a better and much brighter future where genocide is not an outcome to their actions, but what would he know? He wandered down the same path that others have taken and there was a wall behind him that prevented him from turning back.
When Leon's mind eventually wandered off to enjoy some time somewhere else within the back reaches of his mind, a small black cylinder of some heavy substance hit the hood of the car with a sickening crunch. For whatever reason, Leon Polc didn't stur from his sleep at the driving wheel, proving that he was more tired than he initially thought.
"And we're marked for pick up." A pair of magnificent maroon coloured eyes looked over her work from a short distence, she sighed and then she leaned comfortly on a nearby tree to wait for futher intructions from her commanding officer for what to do next. "Oh! another mission? Do I get to kill something or someone tonight in this one?"
The bounty hunter looked back at the sleeping Leon Polc, fortunetly for him, the hunter had very specific orders not to damage him... as much as she wanted that is.
So the next best thing was a couple of the applications on her work phone, she sighed at her slightly rotten luck as she walked past the side doors of the convertable behind her. After taking fourteen steps, she popped a joint in her left leg to alleviate a cramp that was starting to form there from all of the waiting that she had done tonight before moving onto the her newest coordinates.
"Okay Pion! Where do I shoot?" She stopped for a minute for an update on her P.A.L.S. (Planetary Axis Locating System) After fourteen seconds of pin pointing her target, the bounty hunter found that her target was two and a half miles away. "What the heck Pion!? I thought you said that he was close by!" The location changed on the P.A.L.S to a completely different location that before, adding to the fustrations of the hunter. "Can you find my target or not!? What do you mean that "He keeps moving" because there is no fucking way that the target moved a mile towards me and half a mile into the air in five seconds, it's impossible!" The bounty hunter looked up to the sky to prove Pion wrong! "Okay, maybe it's not as impossible if he is falling out of the sky on a angle... Oh crap! I won't get paid if he becomes a puddle of blood on the road!"
The hunter pulled her jacket off of herself to reveal a six pack of abs and a pair of well toned biceps, from all of her missions that she had done in her long and dangerous career, she recieved both a healthy body to carry out her missions and an unhealthy fixation on killing people that got too annoying for her tastes.
She stretched the jacket in both of her palms to make a temporary net for the falling target, deciding that this was not the time or place to ask why he would falling from the sky in the first place. Her acute senses told her that the person in question was about sixty-seven feet away and was falling towards her at a speed of seventeen kilometres per an hour... she only had about- "Omph!"
The force behind the falling target had forced the jacket out of the hands of the bounty hunter and into the muscular chest of her person, forcing her to stagger backwards for about a foot before she regained her awareness for the task at hand.
"There we go, I got ya." She winced from the pain of the impact as she moved her jacket off of her chest. "Damn, for a thing that can pack one hell of a flying punch you sure as light as a feather." This remark went unnoticed by the target when the bounty hunter heard snoring coming from the item of clothing itself.
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"Ouch." Leon Polc resounded after he cracked his neck, cramps were the small price for taking a small power nap at an awkward angle on a metal coated steering wheel. "I guess that I should probably leave the car and find a different mode of transportation if I want to get back to Keivian on time."
He rubbed the developing sleep out of his eyes before he unclipped his seatbelt and opened the door, he made one step before he remembered that he was forgetting the suitcase but he didn't get enough time to make a grab for it before a heavy black cylinder slammed into his tree branch and wall nuts, knocking him out of commission for quite a while.
"Men head shot! Hectuple points!" The bounty hunter cheered as she put her canister pistol back into it's holster on her belt. "No one escapes me without having their pride crushed in more ways than one!" She looked down at her other target that was still wrapped inside her jacket with a grin on her face. "Since you haven't bothered escaping yet, you don't get your balls crushed by yours truely. Feel happy about yourself."
She prodded the smaller person to excite a miniscule grunt of pain from him, for which she took as a "Yay! I'm so lucky that I am not like that guy." To a point that the hunter agreed whole heartedly.
She unwrapped the person from the soft fabric jacket to take a better look at his face, after doing so, she pulled out her phone and then she dialed her boss' phone number. "I have both targets secure again, and I want a ride back home because I'm fricken tired." The hunter pulled her jacket back onto her figure, while Pion gave her the OK to leave the area plus one more order. "Wait, I have to bring at least one of them with me? I- fine, but you have to be on your best behaviour when we get back!" The jacketed hunter looked at the one that she caught with her bare hands, she realised something was wrong with him from the rasping breathing in between the snores. "Oh, can you also prepare my medical tools? I'm gonna need them when I get there! And there is no fucking way that I am waiting half an hour for you to come me, so I'm coming to you!"
The bounty hunter turned off her phone and then she turned her attention back to the "broken down" four wheel drive that was behind her, all she did before was drain the battery that was powering the car so all she had to was give it a little jumpstart.
The bounty hunter pulled a screwdriver and a glowing orange cube from her jacket. "Oh well... I'm kinda glad that I learnt how to be at little better at being a mechanic from Pion."
End of Prologue