Maybe Tommorrow...

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Tria (Summer), 81379 Day 35, Round noonish.

Who: Dom Felp'Kjytt

What: A glass of brandy

Where: A bar in a small town on the outskirts of the desert.

Why: Relaxing out of the harsh desert heat</td></tr></table>



The bar was fairly full for the middle of the day, mainly due to the fact that the heat was bordering on unbearable and the sun seemed to seep through every crack in every floorboard. Amidst the lazy half hearted talk and casual card game round the tables and the bar itself, even several children ran about, where they clearly should not be. But it was understandable, nobody wanted to go out in this heat, and anybody stupid enough to be wandering around with shaggy fur would be cooked in minutes. In the middle of the packed tavern, seated at the relatively empty bar, an elderly man, his form hidden by a long brown trenchcoat, faded by the wear and tear of years, and his head covered by a large brown hat, sat brooding over a glass of brandy that he had been nursing for over an hour. The bartender didn't complain, he had bought the drink fair and square, and who WOULD want to finish a nice cold drink and go out into the blazing heat of the day? With a yawn, he leaned back against the counter behind him, and put the mug he was cleaning off to the side.

"So bub, whatcha doin out here at a time like this? Haven't seen ye round town, must be a trav' ler righ?"

The old man casually raised his head, his crosshair eyes looking deeply into the muddy brown of the bartenders.

"I'm tryin to lay low for a bit, I got meself into some trouble with some people, and now they want my head on a stick."

The bartender looked at him awkwardly, and peered into the mug he had just picked up, wiping a final spot of grime from the bottom.

"Whos got ye scared enough to run out into the desert? Course there aint nobody here who could follow yer, but why not go dissappear into th cities or sumin?"

Dom grinned.

"Oh, you know, I pissed off a couple O' groups actually, namely the Shades Of Black and "The Lost". It's namely the latter thats got me in this lil' mess O' mine."

The bartender's jaw dropped. Not only one, but TWO large criminal organizations wanted this man dead? Must be pretty important to them...

"Well thats nice sir, I hope ye get out of their spotlight before they find yers. I gotta go tend to sum thins in the back."

The bartender squirmed his bulk around the bar, and then moved through a curtain into the back. Dom watched him go, but was a bit disheartened by the maneuver.

"A pound of gold sez he's gone to rat ye out"

Mentioned a middle age pendragon to his left, a few stools over, a sadistic grin on his face.

"Enjoy that brandy while ye can."

Dom sighed, and stared into his drink, swirling the last remnaints of his ice cubes into the brandy itself.

"I won't bother enjoying what I can't in Fromina."

He said hastily to the pendragon who had said the comment, and then thrust back his head, downing the rest of the liquid with a quick gulp. After doing so, he stared wearily into the dregs, wondering about what the afterlife had in store for a washed up old Gunslinger like him...

 

A black 'dragon wandered in, he was sweating, this wasn't his section of land. He was stationed in the machina ruins, but it was too cold out there for him. <span style='color:red'>Stupid Revol!</span> he thought <span style='color:red'>After we both escape from Kokoni together, he goes and puts me in the coldest part of the world. He has almost no respect for his regional leaders of "Lost."</span> He looked up, still quardraped from his years of imprisionment and his revertion to tribal form, though he slowly was reverting back to his normal form. He saw the old headhunter and scurried to hide under a table, knocking over a bowl as he did. He may have been a "Lost" member and this guy was on the "Hot" list but he'd rather face Revol's fury than go back to Kokoni.

 

Dom's head turned slightly at the noise, but the din of the abr soon drowned out anything new, and he turned his head back to his empty brandy glass, not even bothering to ask before taking the still quite full brandy bottle and refilling his glass.

"So you got any plans fer escapin?"

Asked the toothless old 'dragon to Dom's left, and Dom turned his head, regarding his peer with a smirk.

"Well I'm here aren't I? I doubt a "Lost" member will just waltz in and point a gun in my face."

The situation was quite ironic, but unfortunately, if Drsuj gathered up enough courage, there would no doubt be a fight coming up.

"Well it would provide some en'er tain' ment anywho"

Commented the geezer, and then turned back to his drink, leaving Dom to take a swig of his.

"Bastards, if I ever catch sight of one I won't bother to ask questions..."

He muttered, feeling the handle of one of his guns...

 

Drsuj growled angrily. He got out from under the table, and slowly rose into an attack position on, very weird for him, two legs. He walked up behind the aging Gunslinger. He unsheathed his claws and held them to his neck. <span style='color:red'>"My good friend sent me to find you, but since I'm feeling kind today I'm willing to spare you and fake your death as long as you help me."</span> He said, his gruff voice spoke of years of not using it. He seemed suprised to hear his own voice himself.

 

Dom froze, immediately knowing he had said far too much in the past few moments. He slowly turned to face Drsuj, his hands in the air, dirty black claws facing the roof.

"What do you want with me?"

He muttered to the former prisoner, just waiting for the claws to slip so he could draw a gun;

"I don't want any trouble..."

The old geezer had turned in shock, and had knocked his drink over, the foamy beer slopping over the bar and onto the floor. Every eye was now on Drsuj and Dom, and several rowdy looking 'dragons looked ready to spring into action...

 

Drsuj looked at him, <span style='color:red'>"I know who you are and all I want to do, is not go back to Kokoni, I've escaped once and i can escape again.."</span> he snarled angrily and faultered a bit and fell back to his quardapedal form. He snarled again attempting to get his claws back around Dom's neck. Due to his years in Kokoni before he escaped had reverted him to a very primeval form.

 

Dom had drawn a gun in an instant, bringing the barrel of the customized gun up to point into Drsuj' snout. his other hand rested on the handle of his twin gun, reading it to be drawn as well.

"Now hear this, you uncivilized monster."

Dom prodded the snout with the gun, making sure he knew who he was dealing with.

"I'm here to hide from whatever group you're with. I didn't want any trouble, and you've come bringin' some."

He cocked the gun, and rotated the chamber, letting an armor piercing round prep for firing. Drsuj better have an idea of what to do next.

"I don't send my prey to prison anyways, I cleanse them, and send them to Fromina..."

 

Drsuj growled and looked down the barrel of the cocked gun. He smirked slightly as he grasped the barrel between his jaws, the point facing away from his body he was poised to yank it away at any moment. <span style='color:red'>"Ya know,</span> he mumbled through his mouthfull of gun <span style='color:red'>"Icame here to get a drink but I think you were the one who put me in Kokoni in the first place."</span> His tail came up and behind Dom attempting to smack him hard in the back.

 

Dom realised what was happening as soon as the jaws locked around the barrel.

"Nice try."

He muttered, and then yanked his gun back, swept his drink off the bar to shatter at Drsuj' feet, and leaped over the bar, drawing his other gun. Immediately several people in the bar stood up ad raised their guns, several pointing at Drsuj, several others at the bar where Dom had gone. It was a troublesome situation to say the least...

 

Drsuj growled at those in the bar who had their guns pointed at him. <span style='color:red'>"You all have such integrity to be pointing your guns at someone who is obviously unarmed."</span> he snarled and he brought his wings up to cover his body. His wings had many scars on them, proving that they were indeed good sheilds, in fact for him, the only sheilds. He hunkered down under his wings and snarled. <span style='color:red'>"Damn, where the hell are the other members when you need them?"</span> he grumbled under his breath. His claws came out and began to scratch the floor. He wondered how many guns had turned to Dom as he had made his statement. None the less, he folded his wings back next to his body and launched himself over the bar counter as well, almost stepping on the old geezer who had been talking to Dom earlier.

 

The move spooked Dom, and in an instant he had leaped out from behind the bar, and through the curtain the Bartender had left through several moments before. Several stray bullets followed him, but all missed, luckily. He landed on his stomach, staring up at the Bartender himself, who held a shotgun to his snout. Dom cursed and attempted to raise his gun, but the Bartender only pressed the gun harder into his nose, and he dropped both guns half heartedly.

"Looks like I got myself a bounty here. You're gonna fetch me a pretty penny when they come for you!"

He kicked Dom in the side of the head, and the old man fell unconscious almost immediately.

A few moments later, the Bartender, with the help of two large men who had been paid a few coins in exchange for their help, drug Dom out from the back, sitting him up in a chair and tying him up, his guns hidden away behind the Bar. The Bartender turned to Drsuj, with a large stupid greedy grin plastered on his muzzle.

"I just sent a call to yer gang, they're comin with sum backup to take this old ass away, and they're gonna give me a re' ward for capturin' him!"

He was still grinning when he went to clear Dom's glass and the bottle away, clearly consumed by greed, and the expectation of a huge mound of money.

 

When the shotguns had gone off he was unlucky enough to be caught in a bit of crossfire and had recived a bullet in his leg. Now looking up at the Bartender smiling brightly that he had captured Dom, he couldn't help but feel like slaughtering the fool. But he soon realized that if Revol was the one that arrived, he wouldn't be reciving any money. Chuckling at the thought, he went and laid by the door, almost like a dog, to nurse the bullet in his leg.

 

The world was hazy, but slowly it gathered itself up into reality again. His first major realisation was that he was tied up, hence the pressure on his arms and chest, and the second was that if he was captured, that meant he was going to have an unfortunate meeting with somebody from "The Lost".

"Damn..."

He muttered and then twisted his head as far as he could. That bastard member was by the door, crying over a simple little gunshot wound. The Bartender was back behind the bar, cleaning glasses and his face contorted in an eternal grin. Dom knew he was screwed as of yet, and after a few moments, the sound of an engine dying down didn't help much either, as the door swung wildly on it's hinges andfairly large gusts of wind blew into the small Bar.

"Time for my untimely death..."

He muttered, as Lieutenant Alan Sanders walked through the door...

 

Drsuj had been sitting with one eye on the unfortunate Dom while one eye remained closed. His head rested between his front paws but lifted as Sanders walked through the door. He stood in his respects and bowed as best he could. "It's been a while Lieutenant. You never come to visit us freezing our tails off in the Machina Ruins." he said the last part slightly accusingly.

 

Alan seemed grim, but at the sccusation from Drsuj, he turned his head and smiled.

"You know Drsuj, the headquarters has been very busy lately. You did recive the invitation for the Ball coming up in a month or so, did you not?"

Sanders knew the invitations hadn't been sent out yet, but the thought would most likely quiet the Faction Leader down.

"Besides, we don't have time, we're not that far from the ruins anyways, I'm going to have to use your headquarters as a temporary base of operations. Is that alright?"

He seemed very casual, and Dom was taking advantage of that, his dulled claws had already started working on the ropes binding him to the chair, and one of his crosshair eyes was focused on his guns placed on the counter...

 

She lowered himself the way a dog does when you threaten it witha rolled up newspapaer as Alan turned on him with the excuse"No, Sir, we did not." Drsuj, straightened slightly as he heard the rquest. Knowing it wouldn't matter if he declined or not, he nodded to spare himself Alan's wrath.

 

The Lieutenant was disturbed faintly at his own sense of power. He never had been the leader, always prefering to take a seat near the top, but not at it, in the background of the operations. But of course when the call came in, unluckily for him, Revol was occupied with a mission of his, involving one of his Commando teams and a small group of hostiles that had refused to bow down under "Lost" jurisdiction in Bhim.

"Alright then, I'll just take the captive, and we're going to head back Drsuj, unless you'd prefer to stay here?"

His orders, unlike Revol's were questions rather than orders, and he knew he wasn't very forceful. If he wasn't the second behind Revol, nobody would obey him at all. With a casual move, he set down a small briefcase on the bar, which the Bartender made dissappear fairly quickly, and then turned to Dom, but to his surprise, he recieved a punch in the jaw, that almost immediately rendered him unconscious, the dead hosts' nerves sending spasms of pain through his spiritual self.

Dom knew it was a risky move, but as soon as he landed the punch on the "Lost" member's jaw without getting shot at least three times, he knew he had a chance for survival. The member dropped like a rock, landing on the wooden floor, out cold. Grabbing his guns, he casually raised one, and the faint blue laserbeam moved to stop on Drsuj' skull...

 

The second he had seen Alan fall, he had snarled and prepared for attack, but now as the laser was focused on his skull, he froze snarling visciously. This man had some guts. He was only lucky it wasn't Revol who had responded. Walking slowly over to Alan, he kept the laser in sight trying to move slowly so as not to pose a threat.

 

Alan was out cold, that was for sure, as there was no sign of movement from the albino. He had brought only a single group of "Lost" Commandos with him, and they were sitting in the Hovercopter outside, awaiting orders, with no knowledge of what was going on inside. The Pilot of the Hovercopter was just as oblivious.

"Now, get away from the body, and raise your hands where I can see them."

Dom's order was drawn out, he knew he also has the rest of the bar to deal with as well, and several random lasers were focused on his head as well.

"Seems we're at a stalemate here..."

 

The 'dragon smirked at him "Come now, do you really expect me to raise my paws up where you can see them, when their already on the floor keeping me standing." with that he spun to race out to inform the commandos of the situation inside.