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Teleportation hated Lyndon. It was turning out to be a fact at this point.
After the wonderful meal with Abd al-Hazir, the Archivist placed a smaller book with a strange half-orange-ish, half-blue-ish cover on the ground.
- Let us sleep for a bit – he offered with a half-smile. – After that, we will leave Corvus through my Portalfolio.
- Your what? – Lyndon stared at the book.
- It is yet another greatly useful trick in our arsenal. You’ll see – al-Hazir waved as he made himself comfortable in his sleeping bag.
Lyndon glanced at Malthael but the angel did not even twitch from his closed-off pose and ducked head. With the shrug, the scoundrel lied down as well and drifted into a light sleep soon.
A dreamless night was not his due now. Right off the bat, Lyndon had to duck and roll away from a large shape swinging at him.
- WHY YOU?! WHY NOT ME?! – a deep voice roared.
Lyndon thought he saw a strange throne room, with a giant shape toweri
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Flying letters were the new superweapon. Good to know.
It took Malthael an abysmally long time to heal Lyndon (throughout which the bored scoundrel grabbed every opportunity to annoy the angel), but eventually the human was able to get up once again and walk around without too much trouble. The water problem was quickly solved by the scarabs: a bunch of them brought a stone bowl of crystal clear water whenever it was needed. Where they go the bowl and the water from remained a mystery, but so far no harm came from drinking it so Lyndon trusted the source.
Still, it was in his best interest that he left Corvus as soon as possible. Lyndon and Malthael set out with their strange honor guard to do just that, the angel still refusing to get lost. They wandered aimlessly among the identical corridors, having no idea where they truly were at this point. As far as they knew, they could have been under Westmarch, or dozens of kilometers away from it. Lyndon’s food supply was
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Tyrael would have liked to gather up Anu, Fate, the Sanctuary gods, and every other superior being, and kindly explain to them what “semblance of temporary peace” actually meant.
It took every ounce of his willpower to hold onto his common sense. The urge to just scream “WHAT?!”, maybe fling himself backwards on his seat because he just couldn’t remain still after that bombshell, was overwhelming like the addiction he had developed for Chalad’ar around a year ago.
He wasn’t proud of that bit in his life.
Still, Tyrael managed to take a few deep breaths, stop the scream in his throat, wipe off the sweat from his brow, and quickly take over the situation.
- Alright—alright – he breathed hard. – Not alright, actually, but… before I go down this rabbit hole, please help me take care of Inarius first.
- Who? The kid’s name’s Quiet, Tyrael – Haile stared at him.
- Wait, this is Ina
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Getting out of Corvus was not even close to a challenge when an all-controlling angel was by your side, Tyrael noted.
After a long and surprisingly peaceful sleep, the duo woke up, had some breakfast, then Inarius simply raised them out of the ruins on a ground pedestal. The ceiling above them parted, letting them through. No Phantasms or Flesh Golems got in their way. After an hour or so, Tyrael felt fresh breeze on his face as they rose to the surface and the pedestal settled into the ground. The effort clearly spent Inarius, but the little angel tried to stagger to his feet. Grumbling about stubbornness, Tyrael scooped his companion up from the ground and began walking in a random direction.
- So where to now? – he asked Inarius as he looked around.
They were no longer in the Bloodmarsh, instead the ground was finally solid and dry, grass rolled in the morning wind, and patches of trees dotted the land all around. The air brought the slight scent of the sea with
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Tyrael had to wonder if his frustration was the result of him being Wisdom now, or he just simply had had it with these random unexplainable things here on Sanctuary.
Honestly, the High Heavens was such a straight-forward place: everything was in order, the plants glowed, the water glowed, the Crystal Arch constantly sang and occasionally brought forth a new angel, the joined resonances of the angels enveloped everything. There were definitely not absolute unforeseen things there, like an actual god appearing and giving a half-baked explanation of an already chaotic situation.
Tyrael had to readjust his world view, something he was not really good at. Apparently, at least certain gods of certain human beliefs were real and were busy tending to the world in their own way. This of course brought along a lot of questions, all which only the old Inarius could possibly answer, but not this wrecked, shivering ball in his arms.
- Why don’t you ever listen?
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Lyndon had had partaken in many, many barfights in his life. Far too many, to be honest. Drunken idiots lumbering around like animated logs, clumsily swinging their fists or trying to throw a chair or a table, only to hit themselves somehow…
Those people seemed like Ivgorod monks compared to Malthael now.
It was utterly ridiculous, this “fight”. Malthael did nothing more than shuffle awkwardly and swipe with one of his arms, and all Lyndon had to do was occasionally step back or aside when the limb came closer to him than 30 centimeters.
- Is… is this your attempt at humor? – the scoundrel blinked in confusion at his “foe”.
- There is no humor in a duel.
- I would not call it that…
Some things in life were simply too strange to make sense of. This situation was one such case. Some small part of Lyndon was pretty certain he should have taken this seriously and riddle the bastard with bolts from his new crossbow.
Chapter 1 - SCAVENGING JOB
Konochev district, Ore Town, Oslow, Parallel Universe
“What do you mean, I was reassigned?!” Liam Solokov asked his district leader Marik Konochev.
“Like I said, Liam” he said “There was an accident at your mine. Rescues are underway. In the meantime, I looked for a job for you so you could pay up the rent. This was the only one”
“For fuck sake, man” Liam argued “Is there anything better? One that would give me enough pay in one go?”
Marik’s reply went like this. “Sorry. You either take it, or go kill someone and take their job.”
Liam groaned. Scavenger was not something he wanted to be. The wage varied, depending on what was collected. With the addition of the scorching heat of the Oslow desert, and risk of getting ambushed and killed, it was a definite reason why he wanted to avoided most.
But there was no other free slots. And he needed the pay.
“Fine” he took the job in defeat. “I’ll go” He turned to his Lairon. “Come on, Metall. We’ve got work to do.”
Michael ‘Metall’ Solokov nodded. The two then left for the armory. There, Liam grabbed the HOMELAND SAR20, low-tier semi-automatic rifle with decent durability and average accuracy. He grabbed a few magazines, and a couple bags filled with rations enough for two people to last for a few days. He saddled on Metall’s back, and walked out into the desert.
This was how his life was ever. When he was young, his father, an Aggron, died in a cave in. His mother then fell ill. When he was able to work, he worked hard to get her treatment. But in the end, she died.
It was only him and Metall after that. It was how their lives went by. Work, get paid, pay the rent. An endless cycle of life.
But it was how the Oslow Scavengers were. There was no government left in this damned country after they were driven into this wasteland when they lost a war with the USK. Food became a rarity. Metal scraps and ores became money. Each talks would mostly have the guns do the talking.
And they cannot changed. Mining and warfare were all they had left.
Liam looked around for any signs of metallic surfaces. Here, it worth more than gold. If one was offered a coin, they would melt it into bullets. If a paper bill was giving, it would be used as insulation or burn as fuel. Food and medicine worth even more here, but those consumables were a rarity, and tended to be well-guarded.
And don’t even start on laws and order. It was a very bloody one since there was no government. Everyone was free to do anything, but there would always be those, like the district leaders, to keep them in line. Punishment varied, from fine payment to death.
Others may asked how they can lived like this. They may say it was uncivilized, but this was how Oslow Scavenger lived
It had been two days since they took the job. Liam and Metall came to a stop at a rusted car. It was clear that this site was picked clean before, so he doubted to find anything of value here.
The sun no longer showed its light. He decided to take a break. Their findings so far were a few heaps of metal scraps and some used shell casings, not enough to pay the fee.
Then he heard a commotion. He grabbed the gun and pointed at the direction. “Ferium!”
“Rust!” Called the shadowed figure that approached him. He dressed in standard Kalash Trooper, and armed with Autofire weapon. Behind him walked a squad in similar dress, and a Sandile.
“Never thought to see you here” he said. “Identify yourself”
“Liam Solokov. Scavenger. Konochev district” Liam spoke “You?”
“Kane Dennis. Kalash Trooper. Tavarik district” said the Kalash Trooper.
“What are you doing here?” Liam asked.
Kane looked around, watching for any eavesdroppers. Seeing the coast cleared of them, he spoke, “Got a report of a suspicious activity out here. Could be USK. The Leader sent us to investigate. Raid if possible.”
At the word raid, Liam and Metall’s ears perked up. Raiding could give them the fund they needed to pay the rent, and perhaps some extras. It would be scavenging if the owner is dead. “Can we come with?” he asked.
“I would say no, but we could use someone to keep an eye out when we are going in” Kane replied. “Here. Take this walkie-talkie and follow us”
The squad perched on the hill. Down the hill, they could see a camp. After some time observing, they found out it was not a camp.
“It’s a fucking outpost” Kane said, pulling his eyes away from the binoculars. “Light cars and watchtowers… Machine gun emplacement...”
Liam took binoculars and looked at the people below. “I’ve never seen those uniforms before…” he noted. “Definitely not USK”
“They’re trespassers still. We’ll show them what we do with trespassers” Kane looked at his men. “Armed up. We’re going in.” He then turned to the Solokov brothers. “You two. Keep a lookout”
“Will do” Liam replied, keeping his eyes looking through the binoculars.
He looked at the base as the Kalash Troopers snuck towards the entrance. A few unknowns were patrolling, while one were manning the MG. He saw Kane chucking a dynamite at the emplacement.
And as it was, boom went the dynamite.
The squad cleared the entrance with an element of surprised. They breached into the camp quickly, guns drawn.
But that element was lost real quick. Every single one of the tent’s occupants came out guns drawn. Although Kalash Troopers were well trained to hand a siege, this one was out of there hands already because two had already been killed.
“Fuck! This is no somebody! This is fucking military!” said Kane’s Sandile.
“Pull back! We gotta…” Another Kalash Trooper cried before getting shot in the head.
Now there was only Kane and his Sandile left. Kane saw no way out of this. He called Liam. “Liam! Get out now!”
The two were then blasted away by a rapid gunfire.
Liam saw it all. A raid went wrong. The moment they entered the camp became their deaths. He saw Kane went down, and was even double tapped.
Then, the guy who double tapped Kane, looked at his direction. He seemed to order something, and the other men then ran to the cars. He knew. He knew where Liam was.
“Shit! Metall! We got to run now!” Liam shouted. He hopped on Metall’s back and strode away quickly.
But even with a headstart, he could hear the sound of wheels kicking the sand and dust up. He knew that a Lairon was not a perfect Pokemon to ride. Sooner or later, those cars will catch up to them. The only way to lose them was to hide.
Then he remembered. Yesterday, he found a ruin of a mine. Its cavern were deep, so deep one could get lost. They could lay low there.
He kept on running, never to hear the sound of wheels braking.
The Solokov brothers arrived at the abandoned mine. Liam looked back, seeing no cloud of dust and sand trailing anywhere. “Guess they must’ve give up...” he concluded.
Metall collapsed, body sank into the sand.. Running was not something of his best. He panted in exhaustion before drifting away into sleep.
“Yeah, sleep tight” Liam replied “I’ll keep watch tonight” He pulled out the SAR20 rifle and looked into the distance.
Those people at that base. They were not an easy picking. But if they were not the USK army, then who were they? He wandered through the list of possibilities, waiting for the sun to rise up the horizon.
Little did he know, the adventure was just the beginning. They were yet to know that this scavenging job had led them to something more that would change their lives, and the Oslow Scavenger, forever.