So this was Rhydin"
Big Sexxxy, as he was notably called by the multitudes back home, stroked his light goatee as he admired some of the more eye-catching sites on his way west. Not bad. Not bad at all.
Scorp had been traveling for nearly two months to reach his destination. His ship had docked last night and now he was on horseback heading due West. Two months was not a small drop of time to be away from home and even farther away from the treasured comforts that lied therein. Sure there were no worries, no business related headaches, but also no real hands on backup either.
Oh well, he thought, such is life as a gangster. Businessman, entrepreneur, blah blah blah blah. When it came down to it, Scorpion Wraitharan was a glorified gangster, criminal and assassin. Period. On the other hand he was a very sharp dresser, so it all balanced out at the end of the day. Always the cool exterior.
So here he was, a long way from home and in a strange land. Why' What the hell was he doing here" What in the name of all that was sensible lured him away from pending profits, his loyal crew, unchecked underworld power, and (certainly not the least of all) hot women"
One word: Issy.
Perhaps the only person who could literally drag him out of his own controlled, protective zone and into the distant limelight of some far away place. Okay....no perhaps about it....she was the only one who could.
When he first read the dispatch she had sent him four months ago, he was a bit annoyed to say the least. After all, it was she who took off so suddenly two years ago without so much as a face to face goodbye. They had plans that winter night. He had waited for her at their favorite restaurant in Metro City, Odyssey's Rest, for nearly three hours before finally returning home to his keep only to discover that a simple letter had been slipped under the main door. The letter contained some of the usual female babble about how they truly were not good for one another and how he could find better. There were some vague references to them as a couple bringing out their worst inner qualities, and a load of other crap he didn't even want to get into. Finally, she briefly named a few reasons why she had to leave and why her goddess Scathach would favor some new set of spiritual journeys which she had to make.
Okay. Great.
This new letter however, said she needed help. That was four damn months ago. Of course, his confidants and higher ranking soldiers/friends in his organization were all against him leaving Metro.
"F%*k her!" was one blatant response from his right hand man SlapJack. "She's nothing but trouble Scorp. She constantly f***s with your head and then takes off. Sure man she's hot, but she's not good for business and she is definitely no good for you. Let that crazy bitch go and play hero somewhere else.....let's face it brother, we are no muthaf@$%&n heroes. We put bitch-ass heroes to rest."
What could he say, Slap was dead on. Issy, no matter how dark and brooding she could be, was a Scathachian. And Scathachians, despite being a crew of incredibly gorgeous and tantalizing women, were lethal Judges who fiercely upheld the entire concept of justice.
No matter how ludicrous this concept seemed to Scorp on most occasions. It was a fine line that he and Issy had walked together and one that usually ended in a rough blow-up of some kind. His work was not a playful barn of bunnies by any means, and "justice" was not on the top of his list when it came to business in Metro.
Nonetheless, she sent word; reached out and here he was. The crew always said she would be his downfall; he even dared to use the f*%$@n "L? word one time. That was a near fatal mistake in his world. Scorp got his head together quickly after that.
Big Sexxxy, as he was notably called by the multitudes back home, stroked his light goatee as he admired some of the more eye-catching sites on his way west. Not bad. Not bad at all.
Scorp had been traveling for nearly two months to reach his destination. His ship had docked last night and now he was on horseback heading due West. Two months was not a small drop of time to be away from home and even farther away from the treasured comforts that lied therein. Sure there were no worries, no business related headaches, but also no real hands on backup either.
Oh well, he thought, such is life as a gangster. Businessman, entrepreneur, blah blah blah blah. When it came down to it, Scorpion Wraitharan was a glorified gangster, criminal and assassin. Period. On the other hand he was a very sharp dresser, so it all balanced out at the end of the day. Always the cool exterior.
So here he was, a long way from home and in a strange land. Why' What the hell was he doing here" What in the name of all that was sensible lured him away from pending profits, his loyal crew, unchecked underworld power, and (certainly not the least of all) hot women"
One word: Issy.
Perhaps the only person who could literally drag him out of his own controlled, protective zone and into the distant limelight of some far away place. Okay....no perhaps about it....she was the only one who could.
When he first read the dispatch she had sent him four months ago, he was a bit annoyed to say the least. After all, it was she who took off so suddenly two years ago without so much as a face to face goodbye. They had plans that winter night. He had waited for her at their favorite restaurant in Metro City, Odyssey's Rest, for nearly three hours before finally returning home to his keep only to discover that a simple letter had been slipped under the main door. The letter contained some of the usual female babble about how they truly were not good for one another and how he could find better. There were some vague references to them as a couple bringing out their worst inner qualities, and a load of other crap he didn't even want to get into. Finally, she briefly named a few reasons why she had to leave and why her goddess Scathach would favor some new set of spiritual journeys which she had to make.
Okay. Great.
This new letter however, said she needed help. That was four damn months ago. Of course, his confidants and higher ranking soldiers/friends in his organization were all against him leaving Metro.
"F%*k her!" was one blatant response from his right hand man SlapJack. "She's nothing but trouble Scorp. She constantly f***s with your head and then takes off. Sure man she's hot, but she's not good for business and she is definitely no good for you. Let that crazy bitch go and play hero somewhere else.....let's face it brother, we are no muthaf@$%&n heroes. We put bitch-ass heroes to rest."
What could he say, Slap was dead on. Issy, no matter how dark and brooding she could be, was a Scathachian. And Scathachians, despite being a crew of incredibly gorgeous and tantalizing women, were lethal Judges who fiercely upheld the entire concept of justice.
No matter how ludicrous this concept seemed to Scorp on most occasions. It was a fine line that he and Issy had walked together and one that usually ended in a rough blow-up of some kind. His work was not a playful barn of bunnies by any means, and "justice" was not on the top of his list when it came to business in Metro.
Nonetheless, she sent word; reached out and here he was. The crew always said she would be his downfall; he even dared to use the f*%$@n "L? word one time. That was a near fatal mistake in his world. Scorp got his head together quickly after that.