[center][h3]8 0 s [/h3][/center] [hr] [center] [i][b][url=https://cg1.cgsociety.org/uploads/images/medium/thestreetfighter-post-apocalyptic-bik-1-4ce909fe-607t.jpg] [b]The Hardest Rider - Shinji[/b][/url] Legion/Khan Borderlands[/b][/i] [/center] [hr] The howl of the engine was what alarmed the caravan, yet at this point, it was already to late. The howl of the machine soon was joined by the warcries of the companions of the hardest rider, who´s war club scraped over the ground below. He could make out seven walkers and four brahmins, packed and heavy with loot. One of them raised a rifle, which unleashed a hissing beam of laser upon them, but missed , its atomic fury cracking open a wreck of a vehicle far away from them. With one more warcry on his lips, Shinji pressed through with his foot, the bike below him storming forth. The carrier of the laser rifle screamed in fear, as the bike came past him, and the warclub connected with his chest, shattering bones and flesh alike. Seconds later, his companions were upon the traders. A spear was jammed into the side of a brahmin, a blade took the head of another carvan guard and Shinji himself took another kill to his name, when he disloged the leg of a fleeing man, before driving his bike over him. Howling in victory he stopped his bike, before raising his bloody club over his head. [b]"THE ETERNAL HIGHWAY!"[/b] [hr] The meat of Brahmin was tender, if cooked right and slowly. The loot had been meager, mostly books and useless junk, that the hardest rider simply had no use nor patience for. It was the rotten slave, that he had to drag along on due to the demand of the warchief, that was holding upon one of them, reading through it, while letting his own meat go cold. With naught but disgust, Shinji and his seven companions feasted, while letting a bottle of moonshine pass around, that they had found on one of the brahmins, while looking into the fire of books. [b]"None of these were worthy kills. You walkers should not dare to mention them to our ancestors! They will laugh at you, when we meet them on the asphalt of the eternal highways in the sky. They will not take you into the halls of the freckled maid or painted host if these are the best you have. Brothers...i tell you, my great ancestor, the man i am named after, has killed more men in a morning, than any of you in your life!"[/b] Taking a deep sip from the booze, Shinji looked over to the rotten slave. [b]"Vagari...sounds like virgin spelled with a fucked up mouth! Who gave you this silly name?"[/b] The Ghoul did not answer, but kept looking at the book, but Shinji was not intrested in letting him go easy. His blood was boiling and his mood raised by the raid. [b]"You know, Thunderfoot would never know if i would just break your ugly rotten neck! To be fully honest, i think it would be for the best. Your whining and boot licking makes me sick, every time you open your mouth, all i hear is a worm bending over."[/b] The smug grin on the slave drove Shinji wild, as he got up, his companions falling silent. [b]"Your ears have rotten off, you worm? I am talking to you!"[/b] The slave just shaked his head, closing his book. Laying it down, he himself got up, small and rotten as his figure was. [b]"You are all that is wrong with the 80s, dear Shinji. All that was wrong with Thunderbird!"[/b] The hardest rider spat out. [b]"Thunderbird was a leader! Thunderfoot will be a leader! You will just be a sniffling worm. Didnt he made you his concubines wetnurse? Heard he cut off your manhood as well...if it had not long rotten off."[/b] Shinji just wanted to strangle the old man, but some curiosity was woken in him as well. [b]"I was indeed the servant of the mother of Thunderfoot. Who was a woman who deserved better than this brutal barbarian. All joy she ever had in life, he took from her. As you most likely will from who ever poor woman you will copulate with and father an offspring."[/b] Shinji took a deep breath, as his hand formed a fist. But a promise had been a promise, and he would not defy his blood brother. Once more, he felt the curiosity getting the better of him, in all his anger. [b]"Redhair had a good life as the concubine of the greatest leader the 80s ever had!"[/b] Cutting off another piece of meat, Shinji reached for the bottle from one of his companions. [b]"But what would a slave know of that?"[/b] [b]"Didnt he lead you to your downfall? Didnt he die, not on your sacred highway, but strangulated by a rope, in front of a cheering crowed in Shady Sands?"[/b] Taking a huge swing, Shinji scoweld at the slave. [b]"He poked the bear one to many time, yes. But he now rides with the great ancestors on the eternal highway! He feasts in the halls of the freckled maid and the painted host!"[/b] The slave didnt answer, just once more stared in his books. [hr] The kick to his side, woke Shinji roughly, who reached for his dagger, but the hand of his companion "Cutters-Edge" was faster and on his mouth. [b]"They are upon us! Ten of them, Legion scouts.."[/b] The beating of his heart was all Shinjig felt as he rolled over, taking hold of the rifle. He and his companions lay awake, ready for the ambush that would soon be upon them. They had been in such situations before, and Shinji knew that a good counter ambush could turn the tide better then a real one ever could. He could hear the steps towards them, as he took a deep breath. He was ready to fight once more this day... [b]"Amicis, ego postulant diplomatica loco. Nos sunt envoys de potens rex Thunderfoot, qui offert, manum in amicitia, ut potens legionem, et promptus est ut persolvo tributum eius, ut et gloria. Ego, humilis servus in eius nomine, fuisse fiduciam loqui in nomine eius. Hoc incursione meum custodes male monuit, tamen extra legionem territorio. Nos esset, non audeat ad contemptum sacra terram de legio, sit ut difficiliter vel peregrini."[/b] [sub][i] 1. [/i][/sub] Shinji rose, cursing this damn fool, speaking what he suspected was some strange spell. But the figures in the shadow stopped and lowered their weapons. Did it work? [b]"Nobilis Thunderfoot, Vincere Salt Lake City requirit diplomatica loquitur, cum legionem. Ego humiliter petentibus, ut ego sum, ad esse adduxit ante a persona auctoritate, ut tenere dixit diplomatica loquitur."[/b] [sub][i] 2. [/i][/sub] [hr] 1. [sub][i]Friends, i demand diplomatic passage. We are the envoys of the mighty king Thunderfoot, who offers his hand in friendship to the mighty legion, and is willing to pay tribute to its might and glory. I, a humble servant in his name, have been trusted to speak in his name. This raid of my guards was ill advised, yet outside of legion territory. We would not dare to disrespect the sacred ground of the legion, be it as envoy or travellers. [/i][/sub] 2. [sub][i]Noble Thunderfoot Conquerer of Salt Lake City requests in all honesty and in the spirit of friendship, diplomatic talks with the legion. I humbly request that i am to be brought before a person of authority, so that i may hold said diplomatic talks. [/i][/sub]