“…I cut out the Gello’s insides, stuck them together, then tied one end to his bed post and climbed out the window using his entrails as a rope.” Malten said, no emotion touching his expression. He looked around at the others, Number four threw up. He did seem to be the weakest of them. A coward… though Deth’s did have weak stomachs by nature.
Number Two turned his face back to Mal, to look into his eyes. “The Academy… It’s where I first heard of the Karrel. Greatest hunters in the galaxy… Warriors…”
“We’re trained from birth to be the greatest fighters in the universe. All we know is fighting… we know death and murder from the age of eleven when we’re forced to…”
Kill each other. The voice chimed in and then went silent once more.
“…I’m sorry… what was your question?” Mal said, stopping himself from delving any deeper into his past.
Number two frowned, or at least that’s what his eyes indicated. “…My question is… how did we, five nobody bounty hunters, capture the Black Wolf with no-” the Wex sat up, staring at Malten’s back. Fear was etched into his eyebrows. “You didn’t take his gloves!” The Wex leapt from his chair.
“They wouldn’t come off.” Number three grunted. Wex growled and leapt across the room, but it was too late. Malten’s thumbs pressed against their respective middle fingers and ran along to the base of the digit. An explosion sounded and less than a moment later the lights went out.
Malten rocked himself sideways and fell onto the floor. He felt someone hit his legs and fall to the floor. The Karrel balled his right hand into a fist and then pressed his thumb into the knuckle closest to the nail on his ring finger. A burning plastic smell reached Malten Shemai’s nose and the plastic binds on his gloves snapped free. Mal kicked downwards, slamming his foot into the person he had accidentally tripped. He hoped that it was the Wex, the only one who could possibly see in the dark now. He reached across to his left wrist and pressed a button, looking wildly around the room he finally found a small green light. Shemai pushed himself up and crawled quickly across to the light and grabbed his helmet up to re-don it.
He stood up and pulled the helmet on over his head. The emm shaped visor lit up before his eyes in night vision mode, information listing down the sides while a number of targets landed over each of the five bounty hunters.
Mal smiled. Number two was on the floor, not moving, a small trickle of blood was flowing from the crack in his visor. The Karrel hoped that he hadn’t killed the man. It would have ruined the order of death that he had decided on. He turned back to the table he found his helmet on and picked up his chest plates. Malten placed the plates up to their respective places and allowed the armours magnetic linking system to pull it in place. He lifted up his sword and linked it to his back, and then picked up his guns. He held the two pistols in his grasp and spun around. Number two still lay unconscious next to his seat. Number four and five had left, probably run off the second the lights went out, number one had his gun raised, looking around, trying to see past the darkness, and number three stood growling at a wall.
“Human Bounty Hunter.” Malten said, stepping silently forwards. “For insulting the Karrel you are the first to die on this hunt.” A slightly slickly sound of bone sliding through a moist opening sounded, almost echoing around the room. Malten’s Meh-Sal dripped with a juice that his body produced to keep it’s bones as hard as modern day steel. As he moved closer to the human a shot went off from the man’s gun. He was terrified. Mal did not smile, he did not frown, his face remained blank for he did not feel anything one way or another about his work, or about this man… he just needed to die.
Shemai darted to the side, away from the shot of the gun and then sped forward. Number one turned, he finally understood that the Karrel bounty hunter was too much for him. Human kind was a joke. It’s biggest achievement was winning a war. it was known for it’s fight, it was known for starting wars… and yet by Karrel standards, by the standards of those who worship war… they were nothing.The Karrel were not simply soldiers bread to kill, they were very spiritual. They worshipped their gods, the five Tal-Shea, in their own way. It was their belief that the five Tal-Shea, War Gods, valued the strength of their worshippers. While many of the Karrel became warriors, soldiers, killers, a select few higher class members joined the ranks of the church, travelling far and wide to teach other cultures of their religion. For a time the Karrel belief system spread far and wide, touching every star, or near enough to make the metaphor valid, but now… now the religion of ‘The Five’ is limited to the planets of Karrel’s home system.
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