The Prison Break? Out of the Frying Pan…
Kolgol waited till the perfect moment. He drew in the Leyas and melted the bars instantly. A trio of massive fireballs fueled by his rage killed the Prison guards who leisurely came down to incinerate dead prisoners. There was a wonderful bit of irony there.
Spear OtO was pissed to see the guards weapons ignite, denying him any real hope of fighting his way out. The small explosion of their incendiary weapons also ruptured one of OtO’s eardrums. The immutable soldier felt the blood drip down from his right ear, and a terrible ringing.
Together Kolgol and OtO dived, barely passing through the space before the forcefield snapped back on. OtO went into a combat roll, came up and delivered a pair of deadly handstrikes to an approaching guard’s nose and throat. The guard dropped and OtO reached down lifting the stun baton the now dying guard had been carrying. He checked the rest of the body for weapons, but was not surprised when he didn’t find any. In a prison where they could kill a prisoner with poison gas and deadly forcefields, they didn’t need to arm each individual guard heavily.
He did find a communicator of a design he recognized from his training. He quickly rewired the back of it, hiding its signal while giving them a full holographic map of the facility. It was then they both realized the near impossibility of their task. There were one hundred soldiers converging on their position. OtO was getting signals from power armor and high end plasma weaponry arming some of the soldiers. Their transponders showed they were part of an EEF infantry division and Oni Division assigned to this prison.
OtO knew from EEF protocols that had remained nearly the same since the Golden Age of Space Exploration, that if they killed any of the incoming soldiers they would be marked for death. He had enough of those in the present, so that he would rather not get more in the past.
Worse still, if defeated the Spec Ops Onis would call for backup, and OtO knew they would send in Wraith snipers to kill everyone or Valkyrie Gunpods just to level the prison.
The corridor of prison cells extended in both directions from where Kolgol and OtO stood. To their left it curved away, but to their right it ended in a As Kolgol got bored watching OtO loot the body of the guard, the Ka Rhug Chieftain noticed the Leyas Auras of four more guards as the doors to the elevator opened.
He got OtO’s attention and they prepared to handle the new threat. But the moment the guards stepped from the elevator, there was a flash of blue light behind them. There were two Earthers standing behind the guards. They were locked in a deep embrace. The younger one, who looked about 18 years old, pushed away first wiping his lips slowly before turning his attention to the completely confused guards.
The guards went back to back, two facing Kolgol and OtO, two facing the time shredders who had appeared in the elevator. Kolgol chuckled when he heard the ignorant guard say, “So the sorcerers can teleport now? The warden never warned us of that!!”
Another guard said, “Don’t worry. We still have backup on the way. Prisoners and criminals. Put down your weapons and submit to the laws of Dunesphere.”
“Not likely,” whispered the young man as he stepped dramatically from the elevator. He was dressed in a fancy black tuxedo, with skinny pants and very expensive shoes. He raised one finger, and two guards were pulled from the ground. There was enough force that their weapons and armor began crushing into strange barbed hooks, each the size of a small anchor. The two guards screamed as the barbed hooks pulled at them, as more material was stripped from body and gear to add to the hooks and their trailing bloody chains. The young man said, “I am Maximillion Horrorshow, and the only man I submit to is that bald hottie in the elevator. So why don’t you just give me the only useful parts of you, your gear, your flesh, your bones, your sinew. They took away my hooks at the Gu’ah. And now I have to craft them all over again.”
As the two guards screamed, and the other two guards turned and looked in abject horror at what had happened.
“But that…that…that…” said one of the guards with his back to OtO.
OtO stepped forward and punched the back of the distracted guards head with enough force to drop him to the ground and cause permanent brain damage. OtO was turning to deal with the last guard, but the bald man from the elevator was already there. He was shaved bald, with an aged face, black within black eyes. He wearing a white wife beater and black long dress pants that were a shade lighter than his eyes, and bare feet.
OtO watched as the bald man grabbed the collar of the guard with one hand. The bald man’s other hand passed across the guard’s throat like a gentle caress. But as it passed the other side of the neck, it had sprouted long thin claws. The guard’s head peeled back, rolling cleanly of the neck. The bald man was coated in blood, his face, his hands, his feet. Yet both OtO and Kolgol noticed the bald man’s wife beater, and pants never took on a speck of blood.
Kolgol could sense something monstrous coiled within the body of the bald man. He could taste it on his tongue much as the flavor of Kalok had been there, when he had been Kalok’s vessel in our dimension. Kolgol instantly knew the Bald Man was hosting an ancient evil inside himself.
Maximillion stepped forward telekinetically levitating an inch above the blood, and placed an arm around he bald man’s shoulder. The young man wiped away the blood telekinetically before he embraced him, placing a loving kiss on the bald head.
Maximillion chuckled, looking up mischeviously at OtO and Kolgol, “Allow me to introduce Alexi Oevonstradt. Alexi doesn’t like rudeness so I should warn you to be polite.”
The Usurper in his flesh puppet of Alexi said, “We have traversed many timelines and many realities looking for you. The Prophet of Kalok, the one who formed his essence in many ways. We need one of two things. We either need your help, or we need a biosample from you.
You give us these things and we will bring you and your cellmate back to your own timeline. And you can leave this place behind you.
That is the extent of the deal, no more, no less.
You have thirty seconds to make a decision. Then we will be leaving, with or without you.”
Maximillion Horror show looked back and extended one of the barbed hooks towards the Elevator preventing its automatic safety features from closing the door. The young man rested his head on Alexi’s and waited.
Rewards: Kolgol gains +1 to his Leyas Combat Ranged Skill and Spear OtO gains +1 to his Hand to Hand skill