Impossible Ghosts
Moe knew what he had to do. How could he let a city full of innocents be destroyed? He knew the tactics of Ergos all too well. He knew what they were capable of…..what he used to be capable of. The Irony of it all was almost amusing, had this been five years earlier he might have been the one with pistols drawn outside of Serendipity making the same ultimatum just issued to him. He was, after all bred for that very job, quite literally. He shuddered at the thought.
“What type of sick people breeds an ogre with drow elves? And how did they convince a Bugbear to carry the cursed child?”
He retched as he did whenever his thought of his twisted lineage. Had it not been for the mistake of giving him the emo-implant, he may have never had the opportunity to even question it. The implant given to him at the base of his skull was put there to allow him to be handled more easily, but had the surprising side effect of also giving him a sense of identity and morality. Neither of which Ergos agents were encouraged to have.
He walked through the shadows of the alleyways, trying to sort out his thoughts. He could not arm himself with any normal weapons. Surely Zhu-Rong would have sent up sensors to detect those. He needed something exotic. Something that Ergos had not thought up yet and therefore would not be looking for.
“Well that will be easy to find!” he thought sarcastically.
As he continued his pondering he came across a dejected looking building with an ‘out of business’ sign in the window. The window sign was not as intriguing as the sign above the door. Blastem’s Guns, Ammo, and Pawn Shop.
“There may still be some leftovers in there to make a little surprise for Zhu-Rong” He thought.
He dashed across the street to the rear entrance of Blastem’s and checked the lock. It had been forced open and apparently some time ago.
“Probably just some homeless vagrants looking for a place to stay warm” He hoped.
As he pushed the heavy metal door open it made a loud creak that made him wince. He surveyed the inside rather quickly. The place had been deserted for some time it appeared. Heavy dust covered most of the now bare shelves, and there was a musty smell like old socks that lingered about. He stepped inside, deciding not to raise more attention by closing the heavy metal door, and began looking through the drawers and cabinets for anything that may be useful. He was knelt down behind one of the counters when he heard a soft hum and felt cold steel between his shoulder blades.
“Oh well, why not? I’d rather go down like this than by that pawn of Ergos”
He spun around quickly ready to face his demise at the hands of this stranger. At least he would die in an honest battle like a true warrior. What he saw before him stopped him in his tracks. His breathing became shallow and he thought he might faint. His fist dropped to his side and his adversary could have struck him down where he stood. But the figure in front of him did not move. She just stood there with her vibroblade resting comfortably in the crook of her arm, smiling broadly at him. Moe stood there speechless except for one word.
“Ellifaine?!”
“What type of sick people breeds an ogre with drow elves? And how did they convince a Bugbear to carry the cursed child?”
He retched as he did whenever his thought of his twisted lineage. Had it not been for the mistake of giving him the emo-implant, he may have never had the opportunity to even question it. The implant given to him at the base of his skull was put there to allow him to be handled more easily, but had the surprising side effect of also giving him a sense of identity and morality. Neither of which Ergos agents were encouraged to have.
He walked through the shadows of the alleyways, trying to sort out his thoughts. He could not arm himself with any normal weapons. Surely Zhu-Rong would have sent up sensors to detect those. He needed something exotic. Something that Ergos had not thought up yet and therefore would not be looking for.
“Well that will be easy to find!” he thought sarcastically.
As he continued his pondering he came across a dejected looking building with an ‘out of business’ sign in the window. The window sign was not as intriguing as the sign above the door. Blastem’s Guns, Ammo, and Pawn Shop.
“There may still be some leftovers in there to make a little surprise for Zhu-Rong” He thought.
He dashed across the street to the rear entrance of Blastem’s and checked the lock. It had been forced open and apparently some time ago.
“Probably just some homeless vagrants looking for a place to stay warm” He hoped.
As he pushed the heavy metal door open it made a loud creak that made him wince. He surveyed the inside rather quickly. The place had been deserted for some time it appeared. Heavy dust covered most of the now bare shelves, and there was a musty smell like old socks that lingered about. He stepped inside, deciding not to raise more attention by closing the heavy metal door, and began looking through the drawers and cabinets for anything that may be useful. He was knelt down behind one of the counters when he heard a soft hum and felt cold steel between his shoulder blades.
“Oh well, why not? I’d rather go down like this than by that pawn of Ergos”
He spun around quickly ready to face his demise at the hands of this stranger. At least he would die in an honest battle like a true warrior. What he saw before him stopped him in his tracks. His breathing became shallow and he thought he might faint. His fist dropped to his side and his adversary could have struck him down where he stood. But the figure in front of him did not move. She just stood there with her vibroblade resting comfortably in the crook of her arm, smiling broadly at him. Moe stood there speechless except for one word.
“Ellifaine?!”
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