Mercenaries of the Gods: Chronicle One - Stories

Overprotective Badass

Thrack takes a sip of tea. "Total I spent about seventy-six years training under her. Ironically it got me no closer to my goal. I can draw enough power from the universe to level a city in one mighty blast. However, I still cannot get to my beloved." 

Squeaks looks up at Thrack's swirling masses and asks softly "So so why did your eyes change change?" 

Thrack sets down his tea. "No one truly understands. The main theory involves residual dark energy that remains after drawing mass power from the cosmos. Others say it is nothing more than a biological reaction to high amounts of base energy. In my opinion, the reason is not that relevant." 

Somewhat worried, Squeaks gulps. "Will will that happen to me me?" 

Thrack forms a grin. "I would prepare for such an event." There is a pause then Squeaks takes another sip from his second cheesecake milkshake. 

The ground shakes and they both look up to see a large creature approaching the table. Standing seven feet tall not counting the horns, the half Minotaur half machine walks up to the table. His human hand gives a shaka to Thrack while his mechanical voice booms "Sup brah! Ya got to check out the new hardware!" His mechanical hand transforms with a very high-tech sound into an eight barreled gatling gun. "It's eight barrels of freshly installed badass! Twenty caliber, energy powered and fully loaded with high-end spinal. It's got a max rate of fire around a thousand rounds a minute and come with a ten thousand round mag. It's wicked awesome brah! Got it dirt cheap from the Technomancers cause they are desperate for that cash after the attack. Said some shit about titanium doors not being cheap." 

Squeaks takes another sip from his milkshake while Thrack smiles and says, "Very impressive Qadir." 

"Party foul brah! I told ya to call me Technotuar!" he replies. His one blue eye and one orange glowing eye looks to Squeaks. "What about you little brah? About to have some chow with the big dogs Squeaks?" 

Being the nice guy he is, Squeaks gives him polite look before saying "Thrack Thrack was telling me a story about his past after we ate lunch lunch." 

Technotuar transforms his gun back to a hand and pats Squeaks on the head. "Good for ya! That's how ya get strong little brah. Learn from the big dogs and ya might get out of that rut ya are in. And maybe he'll help ya with that strange way ya talk brah." A beep comes from his wrist, and he looks at the time "Shit. Well brahs, I need to get out of here. I got some shit to kill. And don't worry Squeaks, you'll get strong one day and roll with us big dogs!" He flexes. "Woof! Woof! Peace brahs!" 

 Technotuar give a parting shaka, pounds his chest and strolls off. As he takes the last sip of his milkshake, Squeaks rolls his eyes. Once Technotuar is out of earshot Squeaks snarks "That that guy is an ass ass. I I mean I know he's a rank sixty-four, but he shouldn't treat me like I'm a kid kid!" 

Trying to reassure his friend, Thrack smiles as he says "Once you train with Pod 'Yilfnk, you will surpass him quickly. Alan should return soon hopefully with good news." He reaches up and touches his tusk ring. "You are right that Technotuar lacks certain social skills. However, he means well and always comes to the aid of his Guild mates." 

"Yeah yeah, but not knowing you're an ass isn't excuse for being an ass ass." Squeaks lets out a sigh thinking about one of Technotuar's comments. Carefully he asks "Do do I really talk strange strange?" 

Thrack gives the insecure wererat a soft smile. "I think it is unique and it is part of who you are." 

Squeaks smiles before he looks out the window to the sun falling behind the Himalayas. He looks back to Thrack. "Are are you thirsty Thrack Thrack?"