(Night time. West [b]Dyphinix[/b], 2 [b]eraser[/b] male figures in purple cloaks, strapped with various weaponry, have ran into an alleyway, carrying glossy, metallic briefcases with gold accent, filled with [b]zepiks[/b], with some that have fell out.) [b]P.C. Member 1:[/b] Whoo. You nearly got shot by that railgun. [b]P.C. Member 2:[/b] Luckily I didn't. These [b]obliterator[/b]-owned businesses need to be rid of. They have to pay what they've took from us centuries ago. How much is this? *checking the [b]zepiks[/b] in the briefcases, then scans it with his cator** 450,000 [b]zepiks[/b] worth. [b]P.C. Member 1:[/b] The boss wants 1,000,000. Some fell out, but let me see how much is in this one. *checking his briefcase, pulling out a cator to scan the [b]zepiks[/b]* 506,000. [b]P.C. Member 2:[/b] Sh[b]i[/b]t that's not enough. Any other [b]obliterator[/b]-owned businesses in the area? [b]P.C. Member 1:[/b] There's a gadget store on [b]Skadesa[/b] Street. They're quite guarded though. *Suddenly, PC Member 1 looks at something, or someone a few meters away behind PC Member 2 that puts him in a shock. PC Member 2 asks: "You're all right? Someone caught us?! Someone did, did they?* They then turn around to whoever PC Member was startled by, and they're met with another male figure. A very unique freelance hunter. The 2 Purple Cloaks members draw their guns and melee weapons in attempts to take on this hunter.* [b]P.C. Member 2:[/b] Wait...you're that freelance hunter I've seen all over the interweb in the past year or 2. *From what can be made out from the shadows, the freelance hunter has a muscular build, with blue veins illuminating from the dark. Large, spiky hair stroked back, a long, sleeveless, hooded, unzipped robe, and thick gloves and boots. The hunter then emerges from the shadows to reveal his white hair and blue and silver, sleek mask. Silver robe over a tucked-in, tight blue muscle shirt to where the outline of his glowing abs are visible. He wears fitted, black pants, and the gloves and boots are both blue, with silver accents, and some black in the toe area.* [b]P.C. Member 1:[/b] Damn. What was your name again? Aghh, don't even matter. Terminate his existence! *As the 2 Purple Cloaks members draw their weapons and fire, the freelance hunter summons a unique, blue, silver, and gold lance with a large, cone shape at the top. He spins the lance before launching at them a light speed and slashes them effortlessly, but flawless. Purple Cloaks Member 2 drops but Member 1 stays on his feet, but shaken from the fatal attack. P.C. Member 2 tries to summon energy, but only tiny particles are released, so he tries to grab an SMG, only for the hunter to pick it up.* [b]P.C. Member 2:[/b] Tch...di-did [b]Liomage[/b] send you to do his dirty work? Fff-f[b]u[/b]cking..corrupt...officials. [b]Freelance Hunter:[/b] You're not the first Purple Cloaks members I had to snuff out.[b]Liomage[/b] or not, clearing [b]Saitranovia[/b] of established mobsters and foreign invaders of all scaling is my specialty. *The freelance hunter drives the lance through Member 2's heart, killing him. He then watches Member 1 drop to the ground, still struggling to hold onto life, only for the hunter to impale the heart of the other member, who no longer struggles as they depart from life.* [b]Freelance Hunter:[/b] *looking at his bl[b]00[/b]dy lance* That seemed...unethical. *walks off* __________________________________________ [b][u]*Cliche--blam!- opening theme plays*[/u][/b] __________________________________________ (Later, that same freelance hunter is at his dimly sanctuary. With some sort of wet cloth, he cleans the bl[b]00[/b]d off his lance.) *The freelance hunter sighs, then looks to see that he received a message from a fellow freelance hunter on his cator, which also reveals his name. The message reads: "[b]Severaes[/b], there's this future organization I'm hearing about making some felonious moves in this timeline, and this name "Saitonia" seems to come up often. Say we get to the bottom of this tomorrow?"* [b]Severaes:[/b] Saitonia? Isn't that the guy who slaughtered [b]Terranova[/b]? If it's true, he must've went down a massive downward spiral. From an act so honorable and virtuous to something so malignant, possibly vindictive. Just you wait. __________________________________________ (Next morning, Sai arrives to the SIU headquarters alone. As he walks past the entrance, he notices every member focused on their own objectives, not noticing Sai at all, so he casually walks past them. He proceeds until he meets the Director's 5. He spots [b]Crisha[/b], sitting at a table, playing some game on her phone, while [b]Segoma[/b] and [b]Arko[/b] are observing the big screen.) [b]Crisha:[/b] *a disappointed look on her face to signify that she failed a level or something* Damn. Can't seem to pass level 23. [b]Segoma:[/b] You've been stuck on that level for a month. [b]Arko:[/b] Seems like you won't ever make it to 24. [b]Crisha:[/b] *putting her phone away* Don't doubt me, [b]Arko[/b]. *A knock on the wall from Sai attracts their attention. [b]Sagon[/b] attempts to get a word out, but [b]Segoma[/b] stops him.* [b]Crisha:[/b] Saitonia. *stands up* Was waiting for you to show up. [b]Saitonia:[/b] My apologies if I disrupted a mission. [b]Crisha:[/b] Totally cool. We're just looking for one at the moment. Your future self is really gatekeeping the timeline. That [b]Kaxixi[/b] is "active" as of now. May be a risk taking you to her, are you up for it? [b]Saitonia:[/b] This woman supposed to be scary? I've encountered worse that make her look like a sentimental toy. [b]Crisha:[/b] *hesitantly* Mayybeee, but let's go. __________________________________________ (At the SFT headquarters, the superintendent, [b]Jiago[/b], gets a call from what sounds like [b]Liomage[/b].) [b]Liomage:[/b] *on the cator* So Gladiatorial King Roman wants a collaboration; our SFT versus his VCO. I gladly accept. In the end of the day, both sides are making [b]zepiks[/b]. But if he wants to sabotage anything that inteferes with our progressing economy or our citizens, we'll show him. And that's not a threat, just a simple warning. He wouldn't want to repeat 2010, would he? Thank you for this recommendation, [b]Koscoyeva[/b]. [b]Jiago:[/b] Much obliged, Ruler. *call ends* __________________________________________ (Sai and [b]Crisha[/b] go down to the confinement, and they're met with this [b]Kaxixi[/b].) [b]Crisha:[/b] [b]Sőviai, Kaxixi[/b]. [b]Saitonia:[/b] Sőviai? Sőviaes, right? [b]Crisha:[/b] Modern way to say hello in [b]Arckyvus[/b]. *faint chuckle* [b]Saitonia:[/b] She can speak English? [b]Crisha:[/b] Oh yeah. *[b]Kaxixi[/b] stands up and walks towards the barrier. From there, her disheveled and scarred appearance is revealed. Long and messy black hair with sandy brown streaks, barely any flecks of glow, accompanied by intense veining on her face, in which she also has very deep cuts on both sides of her mouth, and scarlet red, souless eyes. Her clothing consists of a distressed, faded dark blue, long-sleeved, untucked shirt with black and brown chest and forearm armor pads. Dark brown cloth hanging from both sides of her hips. Black, ripped pants, and medium black boots of modern ancient fashion. What also stands out about this woman is how tall she is, towering over both Sai and [b]Crisha[/b].* [b]Crisha:[/b] I remember when someone remarked her height. She jokingly asked: "You sure she's not [b]Vaisallian[/b]?" Director only replied with a smirk though. Yep, she's a standard [b]Antevouian[/b], and that woman who asked, was me. *Sai smirks.* [b]Crisha:[/b] This force field doesn't cancel noise, so she'll hear us perfectly. *places her right hand on the force field and talks to [b]Kaxixi[/b]* [b]Enigreis[/b] (English in [b]Arckyvus)[/b]? [b]Kaxixi:[/b] *very monotonous and disembodied tone* [b]Iasè[/b] (Yes). [b]Crisha:[/b] Are you okay in there? [b]Kaxixi:[/b] ....A little. *looking at Sai* A friend? [b]Crisha:[/b] Saitonia. I wouldn't say friend. More like "a special associate". He..well his future self, turns out to be a tyrannical ruler within several years. [b]Kaxixi:[/b] Maybe...kill him now to prevent that. [b]Crisha:[/b] *sudden snickering, trying to suppress the volume* Ka-*light snicker* [b]Kaxixi[/b]...he's aware of his future self. We're giving him some...distant monitoring. I'm sure Saitonia here will behave. [b]Saitonia:[/b] [b]Kaxixi[/b] here has something in common with me and Aino; losing our parents and left for dead. [b]Crisha:[/b] I notice. We did sneak into next year and got a listen to your speeches anyways. I was left wondering: "Where's your technically present self? How long would he have been dead?" Seeing that you 2 were sent to this timeline. So much convolution, so many inconsistencies. [b]Saitonia:[/b] Pretty much. [b]Crisha:[/b] [b]Kaxixi[/b], do you need anything? [b]Kaxixi:[/b] Not..as of now. I've killed enough of those alien species. *Sai looking further into the confinement* [b]Crisha:[/b] Ummm, ok. I was more on of food, but nice to know. I really wish you were out of this imprisonment. *walks off as Sai follows* I'll be back soon, [b]Kaxixi[/b]. *[b]Kaxixi[/b] lightly waves at the 2.* [b][i]*Continuing Below*[/i][/b]