A Soul Anew

Dom simply pointed with the barrel of his gun as a galleon slid it's way across the water into view. The sails were tattered and ripped, and the wood looked as if it was half rotten. There was a pendragon skull and crossbones on a half rotten black flag on top of the galleon's crows nest... <span style='color:gray'>Looks Deserted... Up for an adventure?</span> Dom said as he studied the ship slowly drifting forwards towards them. In a flash he had scrambled up into a nearby tree, grabbed a vine, and had swung out over the water and landed in the rigging. He drew both guns and stood up straight, his crosshair eyes glancing back and forth...

 

Dom couldn't see anything suspicious at first glance, and this provoked him into jumping down to the deck with a hollow rotten thud, and tread over to the door to the hold. He kicked it open and aimed his two blue laser sights down into the dank dark hole, and only managed to back up, horrified, before four skeletal 'dragon tore through the deck directly underneath him, pull him down into the darkness below. Thee were gunshots, and the crack of breaking bones, and then total silence...

 

He couldn't even thrash about, the rusty steel chains seemed to be almost magic they were so secure. The lead skeleton with a pirate hat slowly shifted out of the shadows, changing as he entered the small patch of light that shone haphazardly through the steel grate above onto the steel bed he was strapped to. The skeletal figure filled out, until it totally changed into a large bulky ancient looking powered suit. <span style='color:gray'>You're from Earth...</span> Dom muttered, living through Earth's demise, watching the scenes of destruction and chaos on random t.v. screens as he travelled... The figure's reflective visor slid open with a hiss, revealing the face of a charcoal smudged reddish furred Commander Dom had heard of many times before only in legend. he smirked down at Dom, who amazingly, was still older, and motioned his skeletal friends forwards. They all changed as they entered the light, into David Gregory, the thin black furred assassin, Jeffrey Hunt the armored warrior, Khuyt Jepaj, the Chaos Rider, still wearing his black skin tight riding suit, and one even changed into the mammoth form of the battle walker used by the albino Alan Sanders, the reflective cockpit blast shield sliding down to reveal the albino. Revol paused for a second, watching the old man, before waving his arm and a blue bubble was formed around the group and Dom, effectively stalling time in the space so that Rogue couldn't find him until he was done with him. If she passed through the blue bubble, which wouldn't appear to her, she would seem as a ghost, transparent, doing whatever activity she was doing in the several minutes. Revol paused again, and then spoke...

"The infamous evil killer, the Gunslinger, Dom Felp'Kjytt. What brings you to this jungle my friend?"

He asked mockingly, making Dom snarl at him. <span style='color:gray'>I could ask you the same thing Commander Revol, Nightmare, Evildoer!</span> Revol flicked a piece of grime off the wrist of his power armor, before giving him yet another thourough look.

"Ah, we're both suspicious of each other, I see... I heard you had a run in with my rider a little while ago... And you and your new grandaughter gave him a run for his money, he WAS ordered not to use his powers, but still, an old man beating on one of MY team with the help of a young girl is still pretty significant... But on to the matter at hand, I'm not here to get revenge on you, if that's what your thinking, I'm here to invite you to crash a party of mine... A few days from now, I'm going to have a few operations going in Bhim, due to the recent government collapse, and I want you to be there... To just TRY and stop me... Bring along your grandaughter as well, I'm sure you two could use some quality time to get to know each other better... Ha ha ha..."

Dom struggled a bit more, and then as if on que, the chains broke and "The Lost" dissappeared in a split second. Dom was left lying on a rusty old table, with Rogue jumping down into the hold in front of him a few feet. His first reaction was to jog over and catch her in a hug. He let go, and back away a few feet, as the sound of cracking timber was heard. <span style='color:gray'>Come on, we have to get out of here!</span> He shouted as water began pouring in through a hole in the floor directly underneath the table. He grabbed her by the hand and began pulling her gently up the stairs to the deck. More holes began appearing as the rotten ship finally gave way, and to add to the problem, skeletons began popping free from their resting places underneath the ancient timbers and began staggering towards Dom and Rogue, some being washed away by the rising waters...

 

<span style='color:gray'>I had a little run in with some buddies of our Rider friend, people who were SUPPOSED to only be legends, evildoers who cannot be allowed to exist... As they exist only for revenge... I remember hearing about their exploits when I was younger, a famous Earth Military Team who died fighting the rapine, and then showed up, scattered across Ramath-Lehi, a few years back, now they're together again somehow, and Commander Revol himself invited me to try and crash his party...</span> He was going to go on about the party supposedly being in Bhim, when he was cut off by the last attack of the dastardly Revol. The Ship splintered in half, slowly starting to sink into the bay, but before the deck submerged, several skeletons lruched their way up the stairs, or jumped up through holes in the rotted out deck, and then leaped to the shore. Dom's guns were up and firing as soon as they appeared, beheading several in midair and making them fall backwards into the water with a splash, but they only sunk to the bottom and then staggered on, crawling through the water at a snails pace before making it to shore and continuing their neverending chase of Rogue and Dom. <span style='color:gray'>You got a plan?</span> Dom asked Rogue as the first several piles of bone landed on the shore with large thuds. <span style='color:gray'>We can't teleport forever, and these damn bones are getting on my nerves!</span> He cursed "The Lost", but even more so, cursed himself for getting Rogue into all this... He felt a deep compassion for the girl, and would never rest in peace knowing she died because of him... All he could do was fight, and fight he did, for his guns were soon up and firing, splintering the skeletons ribs into fragments, sending bone shards flying into the water in droves. He only hoped he had enough ammo to hold them all off...

 

Dom could only stare at the show of force. <span style='color:gray'>Rogue, Kid, Grandaughter... What is this?... How could you have so much power at the edge of your fingertips...?</span> And then, he shook his head and his guns were up and firing, not just the powerful shells he usually used, but explosive rounds that shattered every skeleton hit into a million glimmering powered shard of bone. He fired until his arms were tired and his old body couldn't take it anymore. He was out like a light amid the shadows...

 

Dom grunted and heaved himself up, his aging joints seeming to creak as his did so. He might be fit for an old man, but he was, an old man. <span style='color:gray'>How long I bin out?</span> He asked groggily. His head seemed as if a thousand sledghammers were trying to pound their way out, and his arms were on fire with soreness and pain. He picked up his guns from where they lay, not very far from where he sat, and then after checking them and determining them all right, he slumped down by Rogue, staring up at the cloudy sky. He stared upwards for a few moments, and watched as a hole opened directly above them, exposing blue amidst the gray, and he smiled, before the hole was covered up again by the slow moving mass of fluff...

 

Dom glanced over, his crosshair eyes seeming to twinkle. <span style='color:gray'>Thats the spirit, no lying down on the job! The thing's supposedly going down in Bhim, where all those riots and takeovers are happening...</span> He stood up, and began walking southeast. it was going to be a ways to go...

 

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<table class=ooc><tr><td>Alright, last post and this is all wrapped up! yay for Alliances! And anyone whos supposed to be posting on that, stop reading this and get to it! :P :D </td></tr></table>


Dom slapped his forehead before they transported. He continually forgot his Grandaughter had that ability. Maybe he could learn, nah he was too old. As for now, it was Revol's turn to feel toyed with...