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Scenario 06: Pawns in the Game

The shorty, stocky leader of the barbarian, amphibious group approached Bardock:

Leader: You wife make our city go boom. You pay tribute.

Ude glanced in his direction cynically, but let is slide and ran her fingers through the messy locks of her. She scratched some dandruff that had been building up and flicked it to the bright-red sandy floor.

Leader: We use these:

*Rustle-rustle, clink, clang! Zipwooooopa!*

He revealed in his hand an orb with three silver bands surrounding it. Even though he was less than half Bardock's size, he could tell the object was large in diameter. Quivering palm indicated to him it was heavy. Stern, alert eyes from the others showed they valued it, but did not obsess over it.

Bardock: We have no room to complain. How do we garner these...uh?

Instead of simply telling him it's name, the short leader went philosophical and insisted currency need not a name, but only a value. If everyone knew how much it was worth, and prices of goods didn't inflate, there was nothing else to worry about in economics. He finished by standing tall, head narrowed till his chin touched his chest and folded his arms.

Bardock actually agreed with him,

Bardock: It's practical, I like it.

Leader: Your wife shall look for some, 50 should do. Next, you need start a bussiness. Wife go back to look for more when we run you out.

He sneered and revealed four very strong, tree-trunk like wisdom teeth. The others took laughed heartily, and the young ones caught on. Everyone clapped there hands in a strange way: They would slap hands together the way people do in Sports and even touched shoulders, but then the witty devils front kicked each other until there feet matched up. This was a signal for the opposite leg to raise and round-house kick the other one square in the face! Even more intriguing, the younger ones cleared their throats and spat on each other after being kicked.

Bardock smiled. They were like Saiyajins: Hearty, tough, and pragmatic. He wondered just how strong they were, especially the leader. He reached down to the small, leather bag he kept at his waist. After shuffling though the data-tracks and rations, he began pulling out the scouter--

Ude: Don't. We have no idea how advanced they are. Besides, it's broken.

The Leader motioned all the adults to gather. They formed a square, then murmured;

Bardock leaned backwards, then plopped on the floor. Ude was tired too, but she refused to blow it out of proportion.

Bardock: So what, was it some sort of underground rebellion or something.

Ude: Nothing like that, wait that's not true at all, I--

She stared very hard at the ground. It wasn't emotional distress or even painful memories, she simply had too much on her mind,

Ude:...Lín Zhù is just like me. We are Dark Matter, a small group of sentient beings with nigh-limitless liberty and charisma. Ancient tribes used to label us as "Evil Spirits," or "Warriors of the Gods".

Bardock snapped wide awake. He shifted his heavy head toward her,

Ude: We didn't start out like that, of course. We all used to be one, powerful Warlock with black-magic powers capable of scaring even the King of the Underworld. His job, our job was to accelerate the universe. It became very stressfull, and he collapsed under his own power. The Warlock devised a brilliant plan to divide up the work into four regions. He divided his essence into quarters, influencing minds of high-charisma through whispering and laying down signs. It is he who came up with the idea of a "Kami,".

She looked sad now,

Ude: When the Universe runs out of steam, it contracts into a Big Crunch. Every generation, or Universal Millenium, his essence has no choice but to come together again and re-start the process. It's not like I was born a mystical enigma, I was...flesh and blood like everything you see here; that's another story. Accelerating the universe and balancing out gravity, that's all we did, and the Kais let us run personal agendas to our heart's content. Most didn't take the job seriously, and just fooled around playing with their quadrant in the universe.

Bardock: What about the Ancient Watchers...?

Ude: If we don't get off this planet in less than 3 months there is no point in me telling you.

The Aqua colored critters came back. They said a platoon of 11 would take Ude to the places where it was most easy to find money. Bardock was helped to his feet by an intern, and the small Medical Squad layed out a blanket made of wood. As he began heaving himself down, the female intern smacked him on the butt, then all of them proceeded to wistle. He chuckled and laid down, finally able to rest.

*Apple's office*

He had been at work for 14 hours straight filling paper-work, and then there was shopping for dinner. He glanced at his calender:

Apple: "Appointment with Zarbon, tomorrow at 10th hour..."

The skinny alien scribbled furiously into his data-tracks, there were patients coming in like Cancer-Victims

Apple: What is this, a homeless shelter???

He finally got them cleared, and poured a cup of tea. Orin came clomping in from the side-door. It's heavy, metallic composition always skidded the floor when opened. And if you stomped, the sensitivty would weaken. It particularly irked Apple that every time it got weaker, the hissing sound coming from the air vents sounded more and more like a dying, shrivelled old-lady.

Orin: Sorry braw, it's important.

Apple: Bring it on.

They stared for a few seconds. Orin was a surgeon, and those in the Medical department had a mutual rivalry with the hands-on group,

Orin: Block C finsihed their analsis on Cosmetranst. It seems soldiers in space are more susceptible when they lack vitamins. It's symptoms include chemical imbalances and delusions of power.

Apple: Wonderfull. Tell that Mad-Scientist Pear he has some new toys to play with.

Orin narrowed his eyes. Pear was the most important scientist in the Hospital Department. His inventions saved Orin's ailing father.

Apple: Anyway, I haven't eaten anything since those Frog turds last last morning. If you wanna get something to eat, just I.M me.

He put on his shiny, blue scouter and tossed his pen on the desk. It slid on the floor but he ignored it. Apple put on his over-coat, cut the ceiling fan, and stormed off with nothing more than a "See ya around buddy," in a gruff, impatient voice.

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