- Draco of Albion
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Chapter 2: Hunted
Three figures garbed in a green armour, carrying assault rifles in magnetic clips on their backs, emerged from the black fog of night. Three soldiers against a platoon of twenty of his fellow Sanghelli warriors. The idea was madness, yet these were demons who knows what they could do. So Sargatel did the only thing he could and ran. Let them declare him a coward for he no longer cared. All he knew was the choice was his own life or nothing. Sargatel chose himself.
After recovering from the shock of seeing the demons Sargatel grabbed the plasma pistol he had dropped and after flicking the weapon's safety off turned and sprinted down a side alley. Turning left and right he twisted and sidled down every side alley he could find in his attempts to put as much distance between himself and the demons that had probably already dispatched his comrades ,if all the story's were to be believed, and would be hunting him down through the dark. Eventually he was forced to a halt. After all he was no soldier, just some engineer caught in this a war for which he could fathom no reason. Yet the holy prophets had decried that there shall be war with the human Infidels and war was exactly what the holy prophets had received.
While resting Sargatel took a minute to examine his surroundings. He noticed an open door leading down into the basement of a human skyscraper. Relief crossed across Sargatel's mind and despite reasoning telling him it was to risky to enter a dark, enclosed space in the middle of a human city Sargatel threw himself into the dark space below. As soon as Sargatel entered the cellar he knew he had made a grievous error. The pump of a shotgun loading punctuated the silence followed by the cry of a clearly elderly human male calling out at the dark
All right you alien sum of the sky. I feel I be ready to go out but I'm tellin you here that you is comin with me.
Sargatel sighed as he thought of having to kill the old man who had clearly become deranged at the thought of his own death. He was even beginning to feel sorry for the man as he crept towards the location of the man's voice. That is until he felt the cold steel of a modified wide barrel eight gauge shotgun.
A told you didn I scum. You is comin with me. Try to turn and I blow out yer brains all over that lovely clean wall. Now ya wouldn't want that would ya.
Sargatel began to reach down to his right leg fastened to which was a very special pouch that he never would show anyone for shame but kept with him at all times. He reached the pouch with his hand and silent as the breath of the wind undid the buckle. He took from it a curious silver instrument shaped like a handle covered in glyphs that could only be deciphered by those of his own family. A flash of electric blue flashed in the cellar as Sargatel activated his father's energy sword and cut down the man behind him at the legs.
A cry of pain emanated from the throat of his would be captor and Sargatel felt the blood of the man splash across his face. He spun round and shot the man dead through his head ending the misery of an old man who had all but given up on survival. Deactivating the energy sword and quickly storing it securely in the pouch on his leg Sargatel finally had a chance to examine the cellar he now found himself in. It wasn't by any means sparse. When he found a light he discovered a bed, sofa and even a fridge with much of the human's food and drink still inside. Sargatel sat on the bed after testing it's ability to bear his weight. He decided to get some hours rest and then contact the fleet in the morning.
Sargatel woke with a start. He could hear indecipherable shouts in the human tongue coming from outside before a smash came as the cellar door he had locked before trying to get some sleep. The sound of a heavy footfall echoed as something extremely heavy stepped through the threshold.
[Edited on 03.11.2010 8:45 AM PST]