Terteroba Rising

[Kurt]

Sevens rifle began to fire. Each round taking down at least one of the charging foe. And on multiple occasions the armor piercing rounds could punch through the first target and hit another. Emptying the 25 round magazine he dropped it and slammed in a new one before he continued to rain an unmerciful amount of lead into the horde that was fast approaching. "How ya doing over there Liz?" He managed to shout over the gunfire as he took down another target.

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

"I'm doing fine," said Elizabeth as she reloaded. However, multiple Pechenegs approached them from behind, yelling battle cries. "We've been compromised!" yelled Elizabeth as she managed to get on her feet. She took out both of her pistols, leaving her rifle down, and began firing on the Pechenegs. Her aim was true, and she downed multiple men in seconds. Suddenly, a Pecheneg militiawoman popped out from behind a rock and attempted to stab Elizabeth with a saber. Elizabeth, however, unsheathed her machete and deflected the incoming attack from the Pecheneg woman. She sliced the woman's throat with her blade, and defended both she and Sven from more Pechenegs armed with various melee weapons.

[Kurt]

Hurling his rifle at the new attackers he whipped out his shotgun. The rifle nailing an enemy in the head as he pumped the weapon. Holding it from the hip he squeezed the trigger. The shotgun belched shot that was on fire. Dragons Breath. It caused a few of the attackers to hesitate. Sven shouted his own war cry as he pumped the eight shells into the enemy before it clicked. Dropping many of the ones in the front and burning more of them. Tossing it to the side he tore his knife from its scabbard and prepared himself for the mele to follow.

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

Elizabeth cut down the militiamen like wheat before a scythe. One was foolish enough to charge straight at her. Elizabeth simply bolted to the militiaman's side and cut his back clean open with the machete. The militiaman screamed in pain as the blade reached the back of his lungs. That wound slowly killed him. She then rotated her machete so that she stabbed another militiaman behind her, and upon taking it out of her kill, she sliced open the chest of another one, who dashed to her front. She cut down several more Pechenegs who threw themselves at her. One even tried to shoot her with a pistol at point-blank range, but failed when Elizabeth cut off his hand and plunged her machete into the gunslinger's chest.

However, she then met a more challenging militiaman who was armed with a falchion. This militiaman was middle-aged, burly, and as tall as Elizabeth, whose left eye was covered with an eye patch. He overshadowed most of his fellow warriors. She and he dueled with their blades as a number of Pechenegs crowded around the two, cheering on the burly Pecheneg. The seasoned militiaman tried to sweep Elizabeth's legs with his blade, but she managed to dodge that attack by jumping. He, however, was just as agile, narrowly avoiding Elizabeth's countering thrust. Their steel clashed for a few more moments before Elizabeth attempted a backhand swing aimed at the militiaman's head. The burly Pecheneg managed to stop Elizabeth's blade with his own, and threw Elizabeth's machete onto the ground. He then raised his falchion against Elizabeth's neck. Smirking, he approached her.

[Kurt]

Sven had lost sight of Elizabeth when they ran into them. His knife danced and arced its way through the enemy's, striking their faces, stomachs and throats. No matter how hard he fought they seemed to never end.

As his knife found its way into another enemy he was hit in the head from behind. He lost his grip on the knife as the man fell backwards. 

Cursing as his helmet fell off he swung his fist at one as he tore his 10mm defender from the holster. Fireing two shots it jammed. They descended on him like flys to rotten food. They had ahold of his arms and legs. He tore free. Only to be hit from behind once again.

Sven blacked out. He wouldent feel his body hit the ground

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

Korben and Sandor, unaware of Elizabeth's and Sven's capture, fought on with Tony and the Venomians. Korben threw Sandor his grenade launcher upon seeing Sandor's jam. Sandor nodded as he caught it, and fired 8 grenades into the crowd of Pechenegs. That barrage killed most of the attacking horde, leaving the rest to fall back onto the ridge under the cover of mortar fire, which originated beyond the ridge. Upon noticing the severity of the situation, and the disadvantage the group now had, Korben attempted to reach Elizabeth.

"Liz, orders?!" shouted Korben. However, the Pechenegs who captured Elizabeth destroyed her communications devices, as well as Sven's. They were cut off from the rest of the mercenaries. "Liz?!" Korben could not reach his superior, yet made no attempt to reach their last location, as the whole area was being pummeled by Pecheneg mortar fire.

"We must get out of this place and head back to the village!" yelled Sandor, running back to the truck.

"But Liz!" said Korben over a mortar shell exploding nearby.

"She's going to meet us in the village, yelling at us for staying here too long!" said Sandor, hoping that she would do exactly that. The two then ran back towards the truck to escape. "Come on Venomians!" yelled Sandor. "Unless you have a fetish for dying, let's go!"

[Shmibli7]

Kosovo and Kimber pick up their things and leave with them, but not before Kimber shot down three men with his 13 millimeter. Smirking, he turned around and headed to the truck.

"Lerman, get us out of here!" Kosovo yelled.

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

(Time jump time!!!)

A few hours later...

 

"Sven..." said Elizabeth softly, exhausted and bruised. "Sven, wake up... Wake up, I need you here." She breathed shallowly and frequently. She sat up straight on the wooden chair she was tied to, with blood running down an open cut on her eyebrow. However, this somewhat serene scene was interrupted by Elizabeth's interrogator, who grabbed the back of her head and forced her to look at him from her right side. He bent down so close in that his snout and hers were almost touching. The interrogator turned his head in the direction of Sven.

"He's a bit sleepy, hm?" the interrogator asked, slowly returning his face to Elizabeth. "My name is Tulug, and I am your... 'interrogator'." Tulug stood at a rather diminutive height of 5 feet, 4 inches. He had a blindfold that covered his eyes, and used his senses of touch, hearing, and scent in place of his sight. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, using echolocation to get a general feeling of the room. Tulug slowly caressed his hand over Elizabeth's face, making a rough mental drawing of what she looked like. Color, however, was beyond him. Tulug himself was clothed with a bloody white tank top, black track pants, and grey sneakers. "I will ask you questions," Tulug stated as he bent down next to Elizabeth's left ear. "You will answer them. If not, I will beat you. If you still don't answer them, my sister will beat your friend. You will watch as she whittles him away."

"Screw you," replied Elizabeth. Tulug then equipped his hands with brass knuckles, and punched Elizabeth in the stomach. She winced and recoiled, coughing.

"Work with me, my friend," said Tulug. He then went to Elizabeth's front side, where she saw nothing but a black cloth shrouding Tulug's eyes. His occasional clicking bounced off the walls, objects, and bodies, giving Tulug his sight. He bent down to Elizabeth's neck, and smelled her scent. He ran his fingers through her military-style cut. "You smell nice... Like a woman raised in a city, trained to groom herself frequently and thoroughly. Your hair enforces this hypothesis." He smiled wickedly, and licked her neck.

"You f--king barbarian...!" Elizabeth said maliciously. Tulug stood back up, chuckling.

[Kurt]

Sven's eyes shot open when he heard a stream of curses escape Elizabeth's mouth. He was disoriented, his head swimming from the blow earlier. What little information he could gather from the room wasn't much. It was dark, and chilly. His wounds screamed for his attention, looking down he saw that both he and Elizabeth were tied down to chairs. "What happened?" He asked as he tried to move against the bonds that held him. "Elizabeth, are you...." Sven was cut off when someone punched him in the face. The strike drew some blood in his mouth, coughing it up he heard a voice, a female voice.

"Well stupid, you got captured." The voice began, she slowly came into his view. She was short, and rather skinny. "Now," she began as she angled his head upwards. "You gonna tell us what you know, or me and my brother here are gonna beat you and the girly till you squeal. And then we're gonna beat you some more!" She pulled back and kicked him in the chest.

Sven flinched in pain as he heard a rib crack. He managed to keep the scream he was about to unleash held in as he looked down. Coughing he managed to force a few words out as he wheezed. "Is that the best you got?"

"Oh we are just getting started."

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

"Was that a cracked rib?" Tulug asked turning his head slightly towards Sven. He smirked, and turned back to Elizabeth. "Slowly, yet surely, you and he will break. Now... onto my questions..." Tulug bent down to Elizabeth's left ear, yet still was located in front of her. "How many mercenaries has Emil hired?"

"Morion..." began Elizabeth weakly, "Elizabeth... Captain. Serial no.... BG-421-388..." Tulug stepped back, growling. He punched her in the jaw. Elizabeth's head recoiled, and she moved her jaw, wondering if anything broke. Luckily, nothing did, although blood began to flow from her mouth. She spit out some of the blood onto the floor.

"How many mercenaries has Emil hired?" asked Tulug again, but slightly annoyed.

"Morion..." replied Elizabeth once again, still weakly, "Elizabeth... Cap-" She could not finish her statement, as Tulug struck her face with the back of his hand. Elizabeth laughed. "You'll get nothing from me, you filthy animal!" Tulug turned his head back to his sister.

"Beat that piece of s--t!" he said, referring to Sven.

[Kurt]

The woman happily complied with the order as she punched him in the face three times.

Sven's nose began to bleed from the blow "I swear I'll kill both of you." he said staring down the man as he ignored the last two blows.

The woman laughed at his. "What are you gonna do about it Amy boy?" she jeered as she held up the tags from his neck. "Answer his question."

"Screw you!" Sven shouted as he spit a glob of blood on the woman's shirt. She recoiled by kneeing him in the face. "That almost hurt" he began after the spots cleared from his vision "almost." She did it again. This time she kept kneeing him.

After a dozen more blows she asked again, forcing his head up by pulling his hair. "Tell us what we want to know boy."

"Sven, Schutz, Lance corporal ACI......"

This time she kicked him in the stomach and motioned for her brother. "Help me beat this fool."

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

Tulug sighed. Once again, he had to help his sister out. "Very well," Tulug said, grabbing a hacksaw from a nearby table. "So, Sven Schutz, do you know what it's like to live with no tail?" Elizabeth looked at Tulug's back side: he had no tail. Perhaps someone cut it off... "You will soon find out..."

However, the whole interrogation was interrupted by a sharp knocking on the door. Tulug's ears twitched as he stood motionless. "Berza, check who it is please," he asked, still standing still. Berza approached the door, and opened it. It was Krystal, one of their mercenaries.

"Your father wants to see you," she said. "Both of you." Tulug turned in her direction.

"Why?" Berza asked.

"I don't know: I'm not him," replied Krystal. Tulug scoffed.

"Fine," he answered. "We'll see what Father wants of us. Come Berza." Tulug then led his sister out of the room. Krystal closed the door behind her, and took out a knife. She quickly cut off the ropes that bound Elizabeth and Sven to their chairs.

"Why are you doing this?" asked Elizabeth.

"Because you did this for me," replied Krystal. She then gave Elizabeth her two pistols, and Sven his sidearm as well. Krystal also handed the two of them their melee weapons. "I'm sorry I couldn't get your rifles, but they'd be too conspicuous. You'll follow me to a car parked just outside of the village. I've stashed enough food and water for you two to last two days and two nights, as well as a first aid kit."

[Kurt]

Sven slowly rose to his feet after the woman cut the ropes that held him down. Eveything hurt. Taking both of his weapons he checked his handgun. He dropped the mag "I've got 13 shots left." He said as he slid the magazine back into the gun and pulled back the slide. Pausing he used the back of his hand he wiped the blood from his nose and mouth. "You ok Elizabeth?"

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

"Oh, s--t...!" Elizabeth groaned as she stood up, wincing from the pain that radiated all throughout her body. Every muscle she moved hurt, and the cuts cascading with blood did not aid her disposition. She looked at the numbers on her handguns which displayed the amount of ammunition in each gun, magazine and barrels in all. The numbers read the same on both weapons: 16. "I'm good Sven. Alright, Krystal, can you return the favor?"

"Of course," replied Krystal. "Follow me." The Cerinian vixen slowly opened the door, looking this way and that for guards. Satisfied that she saw none, Krystal opened the door some more, and motioned for her employer's prisoners to follow her.

[Kurt]

Sven borought up the rear. His gun and knife held at the ready.  "Go on Liz I got your back." Sven said following her out the door.

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

Krystal dashed to a door at the end of a long hallway. She opened it, and it led to a staircase. Elizabeth followed her, and Sven not far behind. The trio cautiously ascended the stair case and reached another door. Krystal carefully opened it. Satisfied that there were no Pechenegs waiting on the other side, Krystal swung it open to reveal the main room of the Tashdar village hall. She, with Elizabeth and Sven following close behind, headed to a back door in the building. Krystal once again only slightly opened it, and checked to see if any Pechenegs were waiting on the other side.

"Hold on..." said Krystal as she spotted a Pecheneg militiaman smoking near the escape car. Krystal went outside and slit the Pecheneg's throat. She dragged his body to the side of the building, and laid it against the wall. "Come on," she said in a low voice to Elizabeth and Sven. The duo went outside, and Elizabeth immediately hopped into the driver's seat of the hatchback.

"I'll drive," she said.

[Kurt]

"All right." Sven replied as he painfully sat down into the car. He grabbed the vixen by the shoulder before he did. "Get as far away from here as you can." He said into her ear. "They're gonna be pissed when they realize we're gone. And thanks, for saving both of us."

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

"You're welcome," said Krystal as she grabbed Sven's pistol. She fired into her stomach, and cried out, throwing his sidearm back into the car. "Now go!" Elizabeth turned on the car, and sped away from the village as fast as possible. Krystal stumbled to the ground as she saw the hatchback drive away, towards Ada Kulun. She grinned, groaning in pain and writhing on the ground.

Elizabeth drove the hatchback across a bumpy and harsh terrain. The suspension did its best, but it was far from a smooth ride. The constant jostling did not do well for either of their wounds, but together, she and Sven had to weather through it to get home.

[Shmibli7]

Kimber looks out as the truck drove on. "So, what's going to happen now?" He asks to no one in particular and everyone at once. "Emil's going to be mad."

"Yeah." Kosovo agrees, then looks at Elizabeth's team. "How close were you?"

[Kurt]

Sven was shocked when she had shot herself "She made it look like we escaped ourselves.". He said as he looked down at the still smoking weapon in his lap. He winced when they hit a bump. "Hey take it easy Liz."

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

"Yeah, yeah, I got it..." said Elizabeth, trying to play down how bad the ride was. She too was hurting. However, there were more pressing matters to attend to: the car was almost completely out of gas. Upon seeing this, Elizabeth cussed.

"Well, I'll be f--ked! We've got no more gas!" She banged her two hands on the steering wheel as the car slowly ground to a halt. "Well, I guess we're walking, Sven."

 

Meanwhile, in Ada Kulun...

Bohdan sat in the village hall, in one of the front pews. He quietly muttered prayers as he held his Ogniemite prayer beads with the symbol of the faith hanging from it. Korben and Roy entered the hall via the large two doors of the main entrance. They, almost silently, approached Bohdan. Roy was the first to break the silence.

"Hey, Boss," he started, with Bohdan stopping his prayers and turning his head slightly, "you doing okay?"

"No," replied Bohdan. "I should have been there. If I was, I might have saved her."

"You didn't know what was gonna happen," said Roy. "Nobody did. S--t just hits the fan with no warning. People die. That's how this job is." He and Korben sat alongside Bohdan. "I kicked myself in the rear for not going, either, especially when I heard that Elizabeth was M.I.A."

While Roy was calm and collected, Korben looked incredibly distressed. Bohdan noticed this. "What is wrong, Korben?" he asked.

"I'm worried. Scared. Afraid." Korben said concisely.

"She will return," answered Bohdan. He then looked up. "I pray she will."

Meanwhile, in the tavern, Sandor drank all his worries away with glass after glass of Geza: a strong Magyar alcoholic drink. Sandor was surprised that these villagers knew of the concoction. However, Sandor could hold his liquor: plus, drunkenness was a sin in the faith he adhered to.

[Shmibli7]

Kimber, once everyone was back Ada Kulun, entered the tavern. Sitting down at the bar beside one of the mercs who were on the mission with him, he orders a glass of vodka of Macbeth.

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

Sandor looked to his left to see a teenage raccoon sit beside him, ordering a decent brand of vodka.

"Hey," Sandor said, "you fought well today. Who trained you? The Venomians?"

[Shmibli7]

Kimber stopped, then said "originally." 

He takes a swig, then continues. "I was part of Pounce Company, Destroyer Squad. Halfway through the Fortuna War, I realized I was on the wrong side, as did Kosovo and Lerman. We made contact with a Cornerian by the name of McCloud." He pauses. " Can't remember his first name... Anyway, we met with him and defected." He says, spreading his arms and giving a fake smile with all of his teeth showing. "And now we're here."

[Arminius H O Fiddywinks]

"I did not fight in any war," said Sandor as he stared at his glass of Geza. "Nor did I join any military. I killed, robbed, destroyed, not in the name of any government, but for my own interests. I didn't learn this trade the way most people legally do. Crime educated me. Crime molded me. I'm a criminal." He sipped his glass of Geza before continuing.

"But I guess that doesn't really matter in this profession. After all, any moron with a gun can wander the galaxy, selling his services to the highest bidder." Sandor looked at the raccoon in the eyes. "I am Sandor Kalocsai. Who are you?"