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Nothing But Laughter: Prologue
I still remember it all like it was yesterday. The day I learned my family was gone. Not a day goes by where I wish I was there to save them.
Alex’s Journal
The lone dimmed room was far too silent for the mercenary known as Marquis. The lone metal desk with stools welded into the floor sitting on both sides made it all feel like an interrogation room. The metallic interior walls were covered with an aged coat of chipping paint as a poor attempt to make the place look like a room of an average house. But it was clear that whoever owned this place had long since given up making it look homely.
Mark was beginning to feel a little naked in his cooling sweat-soaked white guayabera coupled with his dark jeans and leather riding boots as he sat on one of the stools. The room was somehow getting drafty, making Mark wish he at least still had his coat. Those stuck up pricks from the Contingency confiscated his hat, coat, and munitions as a means of ensuring “everyone’s safety&
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Literature
Cascade: Alekai's Tribute
Its feet walked the path of the burning wind
Its gaze was brighter than the midday sun
It’s cloak sheltered the defenseless from harm
Yet, it claimed to not be a god
It’s scorned stare could pierce all known things
Its curtain became the storms of judgment
It’s back became the thing to rally behind
Yet, it claimed to not be a god
Its speed was incalculable to any eyes
Its blows could turn whole worlds to dust
Its tongue could lap every drop of sunlight
Yet, it claimed to not be a god
Its skin could resist the holes with no bottom
Its palms could rip the spaces between spaces
Its mind could rearrange the structure of atoms
Yet, it claimed not to be a god
It cast the dark things to the furthest pits of the unknown
Swearing we could now live of splendor and prosperity
It reveled in the fall and end of its own people
Swearing the cosmos were safer without them  
It claimed to be on the side of prosperous life
Swearing to end those who sided with death
It brought the
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Literature
Cascade: Nothin' But Smiles: Prologue
   Whole lotta fellas have asked me how exactly I got here. Someone might’ve thought somethin’ along the lines of “How the hell did some sheik become one of the most well-known names out there?” Though, can’t say I can blame ‘em. I’ve been wonderin’ that myself lately. ‘S not like I did anything different from what I normally use to do. I was just myself. Then again, beein’ a charismatic hoofer with a little bit of blood on your hands can get ya in a lot of oddball places. Somethin’ I learned the hard way. Some folks have called me a “punk rogue”, or a “sinner turned hero”. But honestly, I was a thrillseeker with a deathwish.
   Whole helluva a lot that did me, though. I ended up pulling through doin' the “right thing” as they called it but still ended up gettin’ pinched by the contingency. Now I’m apparently off of Squalor and got cooped up someplace in
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Literature
Cascade: A Witness of the Slaughter
They hid, behind the false wall of light
I wonder if they ever felt atonement
Knowing that it would bring a burning blight
The dark things crept to only bring torment
Their blood red eyes saw nothing but prey
Scum bubbled from their crusted fangs
The bait had thankfully led them astray
To be blindly lead to the overhangs
Their arrival was a true nightmare
In my mind, their faces I saw
Forever stained by their demonic glare
forever consumed by the cosmic maw
The conquerors should not be blamed, not for the fall
For they sacrificed everything in hopes to save us all
- Ieva Valdis
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Literature
Cascade: Where It Came From
Before the first age, The Creator descended from its home. It Created the skies of Kwiparadesi and the stars of the boundless night.
The Star Tome (Boshlang 1:1)
   It was a calm and eventless night on the lowly planet of Nikan. Most haven worlds not under the eyes of Canolfan, yet still in the Den system were the perfect places to live isolated agricultural lives. Nikan was the perfect place for someone to lay low. It was the perfect place to hide. A place to hide experiments. A place to hide crimes.
   This was certainly the case for the great scientist, Opolo. A man who treated his specimens as if they were less than sentient. A man who was sloppy with his execution. A man who lost focus. A man who never understood patience. A man who became distracted. A man who let his blindness consume him.
The same couldn’t be said about his assistant, Lia. She completed everything that Opolo lost the patience to finish. She had a relentless optimistic tenacity. She saw
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Literature
The Cursed Lurker
When it comes to Loch, few speak of it in high regard. Loch is the landfill of nature, the world’s tumor. Loch’s chirping twilight days followed by its starless moaning nights chill visitors to the bone. Its rough rocky hills and thick sinking mud make it a place for adventurers to journey to and attempt its many perils. Many who travel to Loch speak dreadful tales. Tales of creatures who defy nature. Some brave enough to venture there are never the same. Those who return go on with nonsensical babbling. Others simply do not return at all.
Many stories of Loch have come and gone, and many tales crawl out of the mouths of fools who eagerly desire to share tales around a fire in the night. Tales of dark empty temples hosted by silhouettes in robes. Stories of whispering trees and the trembling words of those who walk among us no longer. However, the most common tale of all is the tale of the Cursed Lurker.
Anyone lucky enough to reach the Sea of Tears relays the same story. W
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The Unity/ Chapter 25
Location: The Unknown Regions  
Human Time: Non_Applicable
Writer: The Examiner
It couldn’t have been far past midday when I was found in the back of the cargo ship. I was sprawled on the cold metal floor as my body dreamed of my journey. My escape from Dwarka. How I used a spare teleporter to take me to a random place. Someone probably found one of mine, and planned on selling it on the black market. I had narrowly escaped the Programmer’s clutches entirely on my merits alone. And for that, I deserved a well deserved sleep. Just a short moment that I could enjoy to myself. But that moment was rudely interrupted by the ship’s pilot finding me in the cargo bay.
The pilot nudged me while I hugged a sack of grain like it was a pillow. The pilot softly kicked me in the knees to get me to wake up. I could only see the blurred interior of the ship as lazily opened my eyes. I groaned to the realization of being awoken, and rubbed my face to remove my minor yet unrelenti
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The Unity/ Chapter 24
Location: The Harbinger  
Human Time: Unknown
Writer: The Examiner
Jason’s team was improving from those strange translator pills over the weeks of being on the revitalized Star Destroyer. The strangers from this other dimension have showed them nothing but hospitality. Yet, something still bothered him. He felt like everyone was being played. Not just by whoever Knell was, but by something else. But he couldn’t focus on that. His priority was his team, and their former prey.
Occasionally some of them would wake up. He would talk to them and see how they were doing. They would shift between being lively and talkative, to acting like drunkards. Sometimes it would even make him laugh.
The Star Fox team adapted a little better than the Marauders. As if they had some connection to this Wrecking Crew that he was not aware of. He also visited them too. All of them were still mad at him for almost beating their leader to death. But they were still glad that he was helping the
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The Unity/ Chapter 23
Location: Subspace
Human Time: Unknown
Writer: The Examiner
Tyro was glad to see his Human and Tau allies working together instead of arguing about who's the better empire. But the joy of teamwork was quickly being wrung dry by the annoying enemies who were still swarming in the halls of the space station. After the mechanical beasts lead by the so called “Metal Face” left the station, they were replaced by strange morphing purple creatures that seemed to be made out of the strange dark matter material that existed in whatever plain of reality they were in. The Ultramarines took note of their irritating persistence.
The creatures were referred to as Primids. Their stature and intelligence were minimalistic. But the ability to change their skills and weapons after each morph made them unpredictable to fight. Whoever controls them can even teleport them in certain locations for strategic advantage. Their abilities can range between being large in size, having fire breath, met
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The Unity/ Chapter 22
Location: The Devastation
Human Time: 1700 hours/5:00 pm
Writer: The Examiner
Things have gone quite well for the reborn warrior. The Chiss and the Mandalorians may prove to be his most valuable allies yet. After the disappearance of Knell and the Yuuzhan Vong, Csilla and Mandalore have agreed to keep a close eye on the remaining Imperial space that moves closer and closer to the Unknown Regions. Though, Thrawn may not approve of Perfidious making deals with the Chiss behind his back. Unfortunately, the Kaleesh knows it will only be a matter of time before Thrawn betrays him.
It’s no secret that Thrawn was practically the only thing keeping the Remnant together after Endor. He did a damn good job of doing it, too. Much better than palpatine ever could. Though Perfidious didn’t care about the New Republic. Or that Thrawn was constantly attacking it after the capture of Coruscant. But he knew that Thrawn would go for him, too.
The people of Kalee were nothing but ferocious mo
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The Unity/ Chapter 21
The Unity
Chapter 21
Listen to
Location: Requiem
Human Time: 2:00 pm/ 1400 hours
Writer: The Examiner
    He had found this artificial world so small, The Justice Enforcer. The Pursuer left the comfort of his Impervious Mettle to “breathe” while it waited elsewhere to fulfill a secondary purpose. Malachi had come to this fake planet to follow someone. Some time earlier, a lowly Forerunner Promethean named Shadow-of-a-Sundered-Star(Ur Didact) attempted to attack Earth by composing all Humans into AI slaves as his soldiers. His plot of revenge ended as a humiliating failure.
    He was defeated by the Master Chief, and was thrown into a slipspace portal in his own ship. Assuming the portal killed the Didact, the Spartan set off a warhead in the Forerunner ship. The ship was destroyed at the cost of the Chief’s AI companion, Cortana. This presented the Didact both a good and bad situation.
    The slipspace portal hadn’t killed him, an
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The Unity/ Chapter 20
Listen to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeESf9aCZHQ while reading
Location: Classified
Time: Classified
Subject: The Dwarka Facility Attack
Auto-assemble commencing…….
Submitting_smuggled_messaged now:
Asset 486:
We have confirmation that The Programmer's under-cover facility has been attacked.
Command:
Do you have any confirmation on who conducted the attack?
Asset 486:
We have theorized that The Crimson Cowl was responsible.
Command:
You mean to tell me that you are not sure?
Asset 486:
The Facility was completely obliterated. It is difficult to find a verdict if the scene of the crime was destroyed.  
Command:
Is there potentially anything that could possibly lead you in the correct direction?  
Asset 486:
We have found excess amounts of gamma radiation in the area. We predict that the Cowl used some kind of nuclear technology to destroy the facility from Dwarka’s orbit. But we cannot find an impact crater.
Command:
The attack was conducted by The Crims
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The Unity/Chapter 19
Listen to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iAj3x0HTO8 while reading
Location: Frojila
Human Time: 0926 hours/ 9:26 am
Writer: The Examiner
Alex felt that taking in the Mobian in to The Programmer took sooner than he had thought it was going to take. He expected more of a challenge after hearing such a reputation from him. Then again, he was beaten several times with a cattle prod when he was found by the Human soldiers that were punishing him for being associated with Robotnik some time earlier. The Slasher just took the Mobian spy that once answered to Marshall, and the hispanic farmers that happened to be present as a bonus.
Alex took a casual brisk walk down the empty street of the quiet planetoid as a hover lift carried the people he captured. After fully cleaning the Human blood off his machete with a serrated flat edge, he figured that he would brutally kill any Chupacabras that would be unlucky enough to cross the cyborg’s path to pass the time. After all, he wasn’t
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The Unity/ Chapter 18
The Unity
Chapter 18
Listen to  while listening
Location: Dwarka
Human Time: 1750 hours/ 5:50 pm
Writer: The Examiner
Saving Michael Vey’s family known as the Electroclan with the help of the Ion brothers and the Crimson Cowl was one of the many things that will be sealed into my mind for the rest of my life. What happened then is what began my journey to discover who I was. Throughout my life on Nar Shaddaa, I never discovered what I was. Records of parents I may have had didn’t exist, and most of what I know now was self taught. One very important thing that I have learned was that whatever my kind was learned how to be incredibly adaptive.
If anyone of my kind fully becomes comfortable with a certain race or culture, they will change the structure of their DNA, and become something else entirely. The list can go on. Humans, Sangheili, Twi'leks, Vortigaunts, and others. Even if I discovered what my kind were any sooner, any living members would have became something
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The Unity/ Chapter 17
Listen to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=czxA_f04A88 and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfyUqhFvN3M while listening
Location: The Unknown Regions
Human Time: 1545 hours/ 3:45 pm
Writer: The Examiner
   Jason, Addison, Chin, R3, Pan, TZ, and Themba rushed the Star Fox team to their ship, while Zola and Jumper stayed on the Great Fox capital ship to keep the pursuing fleet occupied as long as possible. After firing the main canons, many of the enemy fleet’s ships were destroyed rather quickly. Both Jumper and Zola were very impressed by this. Especially since the Great Fox was about the size of a heavy cruiser.
Despite their best efforts to get the Marauders and the Star Fox team as far away from their current location, Imperial 1 class Star Destroyers came out of hyperspace. All of them focused their fire on the Great Fox, seemingly unaware of the escaping bounty hunters and their former prey. As the ship once used by the Star Fox team went out in a blaze while giving
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The Unity/ Chapter 16
Listen to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQ3twpy12kA while reading
Location: Perspicacious Panacea
Human Time: 2315 hours/ 11:15 pm
Writer: The Examiner
   Wandering the halls of the dark and unsettling and empty station in unoccupied space wasn’t as much of a problem for Tyro, knowing that both Chaos and Warp have been for the most part purged from the universe not much long after the Horus Heresy. This situation forced the Imperium of Man, and the Tau Empire to bigrudgidly join the Travelers in their quest to reach the furthest corners of the cosmos. Since both empire’s no longer had many other means of forms of transportation comparable to lightspeed. This fusion of empires was exactly what the Travelers needed to form a solid force to defend themselves from massive threats when exploring the Milky Way galaxy and beyond.
Both the Emperor of Man, and the Ethereals have been very useful in that regard. Now they have joined the United Space Alliance. Threats such
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I still remember it all like it was yesterday. The day I learned my family was gone. Not a day goes by where I wish I was there to save them.
Alex’s Journal

The lone dimmed room was far too silent for the mercenary known as Marquis. The lone metal desk with stools welded into the floor sitting on both sides made it all feel like an interrogation room. The metallic interior walls were covered with an aged coat of chipping paint as a poor attempt to make the place look like a room of an average house. But it was clear that whoever owned this place had long since given up making it look homely.
Mark was beginning to feel a little naked in his cooling sweat-soaked white guayabera coupled with his dark jeans and leather riding boots as he sat on one of the stools. The room was somehow getting drafty, making Mark wish he at least still had his coat. Those stuck up pricks from the Contingency confiscated his hat, coat, and munitions as a means of ensuring “everyone’s safety” while onboard. But despite being the one called in after going through arguably the toughest brawl in his life, he knew damn well that whoever these people were didn’t trust him. Not that he blamed them. Couldn’t they have at least “contacted” him after a couple long nights at the inn?
Marquis thought such things while thinking back to his journey. The things he had to go through that lead him here. The life he had lost that lead to him becoming a sand covered killer. His eyes unintentionally stared into the stool across from him as his mind drifted off. A loud distinctive sound came from the door of the room as it’s lock clicked and jiggled to life, breaking the deafening silence. The lock was loud enough to snap Mark into reality as he heard an impatient voice from the other side.
“Damn.” said the voice. “I wish they would fix these at some point.” After what sounded like a few moments of struggling, the lock finally activated and the door was pushed open. When the door opened all the way, a tanned white man wearing what looked like a tight dark blue tracksuit that reeked of cheap cologne walked in holding a clipboard with a screen and no pen. The suit he wore had a gold pin on its left breast that resembled a cupped hand holding a morning star in its palm. The man looked at Mark not with fear, but rather excitement. “Ah! Why hello Mister Johnson!” said the Contingency pigeon.
“It’s Gunslinger Johnson.” corrected Mark.
“Ah yes!” said the man. “I forget you prefer to be referred to by that title.” Mark wasn’t entirely up for a session of hollow flattery. So he decided to cut to the chase as to why he was there. The hunter spoke up in his gruff voice.
“So what’s this again about a job offer?” The Contingency officer lightly chuckled to himself while sitting down across from Mark at the metal table. The Contingency man’s eyes lit up. He tucked the clipboard and pen under his arm while placing his free hand on the right side of his chest. His face looked like he was pretending to be offended, but couldn’t quite keep up the authenticity.
“We haven’t even fully exchanged names and you already wanna know how to get out of here?” Mark wasn’t impressed with the brief display of pampered bravado and decided to shut him up with a simple, yet effective rebuttal.
“You really think they call me the Gunslinger because I wanna make friends?” The man across from him put up both hands defensively.
“Alright, alright,” he says. “I see that you are a man who likes to cut to the chase.” He paused for a moment before speaking again. “Very well then. I suppose we’ll just get right into it.”
The man pulled out his clipboard while brushing and tapping his fingers against its screen. As the lights stopped flashing against his face, the man grabbed the board and faced its screen in Mark’s direction. Mark squinted his eyes at the screen as it adjusted into pictures of barren skyscrapers and marketplaces. The plastic clipboard showed looping video feeds of abandoned cities with tilted traffic lights and symmetrical cement roads littered with the rusty wreckage of rudimentary cars and caleys. All of which were covered with a thin sheet of snow. Mark even recognized some. Commodores and Saratogas just to name a couple. There wasn’t any sign of human life, making the hunter more curious about his mission.
“Now what’s this all about?” asked Mark. “Sure don’t look anything like Secunda to me.”
“And you would be correct, Gunslinger.” replied the man. “What you are seeing is a place very similar to Secunda in some ways, but very different in others.” The man took a brief pause before pointing a finger at the pictures. “What you are looking at is Dema.”
“Dema?” Mark repeated. “You mean the planetary ghost town?”
“The one and only.” Mark raised a brow in confusion upon hearing this.
“Why you want me to go there?” he asked. “There hasn’t been a spec of life lingerin’ over there for decades.” The Contingency informat was momentarily silent before responding.
“Unfortunately that isn’t entirely true.”
“Like hell it isn’t,” replied Mark. “Last I heard was that there was some big sickness that put the whole damn place under planetwide quarantine.” The man was far more silent than he was earlier but still spoke up.
“That,” replied the man. “was only half of what happened.” The hunter’s brow furrowed.
“The hell are you talkin’ about?” asked Mark. The officer across from him pressed his plastic board into the table, its bottom somehow submerging itself into the metal of the table while its screen still faced the hunter, affording the officer freedom with both hands before speaking.
“While it is true that a sickness broke out there, we are the ones who know the full picture.” Mark huffed to himself, folding his arms while leaning back in his chair, expecting to be waterboarded with a shit load of delineation.
“So I take it you’re gonna tell me all about what happened there since it’s where I’m heading off to?” asked Mark. “And You’re expectin’ me to just smile and nod?” The Contingency officer began to grow impatient with the hunter’s brash predilection of wanting to be a douche. So he decided to give it to him straight.
“As opposed to wandering around with your head up your ass with no sense of direction only to get potentially eaten by a group of cannibals? Yeah.” Mark’s head perked up a little, squinting as he looked the officer dead in the eye.
“All right then, Sherlock,” said Mark. He then opened his arms and hands, gesturing his fingers at the table. “The floor is yours.” The officer gave a relieving sigh.
“Well, despite being a former commerce world, Dema has functioned normally for as long as we can remember.” The officer briefly stopped before continuing. “But one day millions of people just… snapped.”
“So everyone just went crazy and started killin’ left and right?” asked Mark. “Like a light switch?” The officer shrugged to himself.
“Essentially, yeah.” Mark looked at the footage of Dema on the screen across from him, taking it all in while assessing the potential dangers that may lie behind the miles of crude cityscapes.
“Any idea what caused it?” asked Mark.
“Not a clue,” answered the officer. “All we know is that an advanced form of psychopathy started appearing in a few individuals here and there. Before we knew it, it was everywhere.” Mark remembered hearing about how Dema use to be a center for trade in the Commerce Grid. Anyone could come or leave. If someone hopped into a ship carrying something, they could easily--
“Well, you did manage to cut off all means of leaving the place, didn't cha?” asked Mark.
“Technically yes.” Mark was almost relieved.
“So what’s stoppin’ you from dropping a hydro bomb on the place? Sounds like a pretty easy fix if ya ask me.” The officer rolled his eyes to himself over Mark’s overly simplistic way of thinking.
“We didn’t want to jeopardize the entire damn planet if it meant destroying any possible cure.” Mark leaned back further in his chair to further illustrate his boredom.
“So I’m guessing you found one?” The officer perked up on his own side of the table.
“Actually yes!” replied the officer. “That’s actually the primary reason we called you here.” The footage on the clipboard flashed to a geographical map of Dema. Mark noticed nearly the entire map was covered in a dark grey with white spots in varied size sprinkled across the surface connected with lines. He then noticed a clutch of red dots appear and approach the largest of the white spots before the officer continued to speak. “During an excavation in what they call the Badlands, a team of ours assisted a large group of people who haven’t yet turned to cross the border to one of the planet’s safe zones. But by the time everyone made it to the border wall, only one of them passed through.”
“Did the others not make it on the way or somethin’?” asked Mark.
“Quite the opposite, actually.” answered the officer. “Most of the group had made it together by the time they reached the border. But when the wall analyzed the group, only one showed no signs of the sickness and was let through. The rest were left behind to fend for themselves.” Mark failed to see how this could tie into a possible cure.
“So why does that matter?” he asked.
“It matters because no one who has ever left the safe zones has ever come back normal.” This only left Mark with more questions.
“Well, what pushed this kid leave in the first place?” The Contingency officer aimed a sporadic finger at Mark’s direction.
“That’s just it,” the officer pointed out. “He never did. Up until now, this kid has never lived a day in his life inside the safe zones. Sixteen years exposed to whatever the hell is out there without a single symptom of the sickness is a pretty clear sign that this kid isn’t normal.” The officer dropped his hands to his hips, shifting his voice to a more relieved tone. “It’s a good thing our excavation team found him when they did. We were this close to closing shop and giving up on the entire operation.” Mark was almost shocked to hear that.
“So you were just gonna up and leave the rest to die?” The officer lightly shrugged at Mark’s question.
“Well, the remaining Dema residents that aren’t afflicted have never been very cooperative.” Mark found it very hard to believe the ‘there’s nothing more we could do’ cop-out.
“You fellas have more numbers and firepower than all the commerce worlds combined. You expect me to believe that this is beyond something you can handle? Or is the Contingency running out of soldiers?” The officer began to grow increasingly more defensive as he spoke in a more coarse tone, slightly leaning forward.
“As hard as it is to believe, we have other things to deal with other than constantly monitoring restless pilgrim planets every fucking day. A lot of our forces have been on the front lines dealing with a very rough assorted consortium in a neighboring galaxy. We’re trying to arrange some kind of peace talks.” The officer briefly stopped and leaned toward Mark a little, cupping his mouth with one hand while lowering his voice. “But between you and me, I think they’re planting saboteurs in our ranks.” Mark straightened up on his side of the table.
“So you want me to take on this job by divin’ into a whole world full of lunatics just to deliver you this kid that may have a cure to the sickness?”
“Correct.”
“And due to dealin’ with far bigger fish, you want to send in some lowly mercenary rather than waste any more good men in case this whole thing winds up being a goose chase?” The officer was quiet for a moment before speaking up.
“Well, you said it. Not me.” Mark grumbled to himself before looking back to the officer.
“Y’all are a bunch cheap bastards, y’know that?” The officer rolled his eyes at the statement.
“Oh please,” he said. “You’re not giving yourself nearly enough credit. Plus you and I both know that this isn’t your first rodeo when it comes to dealing with the unnatural.” He was right though. Mark’s experiences on his home of Secunda definitely showed plenty of weird things the universe had to offer. The hunter gave off a defeated sigh.
“How much will I be getting paid?” The officer reached a hand in front of the clipboard screen and tapped his fingers against it to change the video feed. The screen flashed from Dema city footage to the inside of a small safe containing many credit chips and treasures inside, answering the hunter’s question. The sheer amount made Mark’s eyes widen.
“Enough that if you succeed, you won’t have to ever work for as long as you live.”
“Well, damn.” said a surprised Mark. “I guess this really is serious.” The hunter performed one last instinctual look around the room. “When am I being sent off?” The officer gave a content smile as he straightened up on his side of the table.
“We have a transport waiting for you as we speak.” He said. “Once there, we will drop you off at Dema with an automobile packed with its own auto driver. We even furnished it to make it look like a Dema exclusive in the hopes that you’ll blend in. We’ll inform you more once you’re planetside.”
“Anything else I should know at this very moment before heading out?” asked Mark.
“Yes, actually.” the officer answered. “We want to make sure your mission will be a success. So we’ll need you to make a quick pit stop and pick up a local chaperone to assist in bringing the kid to their planned destination.” Mark raised his brow, unimpressed by what he heard.
“You want me to pick up a babysitter for the kid?” The officer slowly got out of his seat.
“I like to think of it more like an extra muscle.”
“Do you have anyone in particular planned?” asked Mark. “Or do I need to scoop up some random asshole from the streets?” The officer held a clenched hand to his mouth to stifle the rising chuckle.
“Oh, we already have someone in mind. Don’t you worry about that.”
Nothing But Laughter: Prologue
Hello all. I was really close to just giving up on posting stuff here all together. But I figured I'd give my watchers that may be worth their time. Enjoy!
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Just replace determination with spaghetti. 


Just replace determination with spaghetti. 

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