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Revision as of 17:38, January 12, 2019

~ Part 1 ~ Exodus ~ Part 2 ~

Myra stares ahead through her binoculars at the bandit shanty town that lay in middle of nowhere. There were a few vehicles scattered around, with bandits unloading their stolen goods out of them. Most of their loot was just essentials like food, water, and maybe even weaponry, but there were also a bunch of miscellaneous junk that they'd find some use for. A big and burly boar wearing biker get-up, rags and metal armor comes out of the shanty town and starts barking orders to the other bandits.

"There's our guy." Myra said. "The fat bloke's got a bounty on him for everything in the book and then some."

"Yeah. Manslaughter, theft, kidnapping, foul odor, littering and even cannibalism."  A robotic voice said. It's voice sounded far less like a robot and more like a bad comedian trying to talk through a cheap microphone. "Are we sure trying to take him on is such a good idea?"

"Since when is anything we do a 'good idea', Beatbox?" Myra asked. "At least the sun's starting to set. Should make it harder for them to see us coming until we're right on top of them."

She revs the engine of her hoverbike before proceeding on, making her way towards the bandit settlement.

"The plan's simple." she called over to her robotic companion, who was currently resting on her back like a backpack. "We swoop in, tether him, and ride like a bat outta hell before the others can bat an eye."

"Sounds good, but aren't we supposed to bring him in alive?" B34T-B0X asked. "Alive, but nobody said he had to be in one piece." Myra responded. "Besides, all that leather he's wearing will probably protect him well enough."

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At the camp, one of the bandits, a ragged canine of some sort called out to his fellow ne'er-do-wells. "'Ey! We got ourselves a coupla stowaways 'ere!" he said as he threw two young cats out of one of the trucks.

"Is that right?" The boar asked, approaching to see for himself. The two boys were tossed unceremoniously onto the ground, and the red-clad one immediately moved to shield his brother from the bandits, shaking fearfully yet doing his best to look tough. This foolishness had been all the older brother's idea; these same bandits had raided the small town they were staying at, and he decided that he needed to do something about it... while also dragging his brother along for the ride. To be fair, the younger cat hadn't been completely against the idea, but now he was sincerely regretting this decision. The both of them were, in fact.

"Dat liddle blue one in da back looks like 'e might make a good meal," one of the bandits leered at the younger cat, causing him to whimper in fright and cower behind his brother, shivering.

"Y-You leave my brother alone, ya b-big bully...!" the older one hissed, still remaining close to his sibling.

The boar laughed menacingly, and the other bandits joined in with their own laughs and snickering. "You got guts kid. I'll give ya that." he said to the older cat. The older brother, Calvin, huffed a bit, before smirking.

"I could say th'same thing about you," he said, pointing a finger at the boar's gut. His brother, Micah, couldn't help but giggle at that.

Some of the other bandits stopped laughing, glancing somewhat nervously at their leader. He did not take kindly to people making fun of his belly. The boar leans closer menacingly. "Got guts, and a big mouth too, but lackin' in the brains department." he retorts loudly. "What was the big idea with you hitchin' a ride here, anyway?"

Calvin leaned back nervously as the boar got closer, swallowing thickly.

"Y-You guys are thieves! So we were gonna t-take back what ya stole!" he declared, trying to sound brave. Micah just nodded meekly in he background, shivering in fear.


The boar laughed heartily at this, picking up Calvin by the back of his collar, raising him to eye level. "Thieves? We're just trying to survive out here. If you can't protect what's yours, then you don't deserve to keep it!" The other bandits laughed along with him.

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