Tuesday, April 26, 2011

The Gladiator

Prangkt  knew it was wrong thinking to go venturing into Sakall 3 looking for employment.  It was one of the biggest shit holes in the five lateral sectors - but he did it anyway.  Driven by those universal motivators sustenance and shelter - he went. Stepping cautiously into the deep shadows of the entrance tunnel . . . how many days ago now . . .  he couldn't remember. He moved forward  -  and then it all went black.
Judging by the throbbing and pulsing at the back of his head he could tell he was drugged. Must have been that froth vine cream he was handed by those Skouds. And to think he always held Skouds in high regard before. Little blue jerks. And then a flashing of lights and the sensation of heat and pressure. Only to wake to find himself with handling loops fully installed into his body. Aggression stimulator chips sunk deep into the soft tissues of his sub - brain. And threats,  threats,  threats. Oh, and the Circullo Beetle Sap they are now trying to get him addicted to.  Great - just flipping great !
"Ahhhh . . . I really did it this time . . ." Prangkt thought as he was being dragged to his first match.  But things have a funny way of balancing themselves out.  And if the Repsectian guard was paying more attention to his captive slave, than indulging his meandering thoughts in the copulation trenches he looked forward to visiting at the end of his shift - he would have noticed a sly long grin starting on the face of his Veelunian captive - a long hard cold sharp edged smile. For little known to the guard or his superiors, for he arrived without papers on that needful eve - they had just grabbed and have been tormenting and mishandling  PRANGKT - the terror of the inversion wars -  butcher of the embryo caverns - impaler of every last Terdt, half dead or still running at the end of the Claussian Battles.  Sole mutilator of the poisoned convents and their repulsive occupants on Station 343 near the edge of the Induus Belt. Assassin of Bwunder the Cruel.  Dispatcher of thousands of souls. Reaper. Lover. Tormentor. Gladiator . . . . P R A N G K T !!!  Boy are they in  T R O U B L E  now !!!

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