Chapter LXXIII: Vector Finds Trouble -Vector

Vector awoke the next morning, and his back hurt. He looked down, and noticed he had rolled over onto a rock. He looked around, and got out his compass again. He turned to head south, and used another part of his compass. He turned a dial, and some small words appeared on the face of the instrument. "Yes." Vector said to himself. He gathered his things, and headed farther south. After 4 hours of walking, he was getting thirsty. He had walked into a desert, and there were no clouds, or any plant life at all. He pulled out a bottle of water, and took a generous drink. He looked at his compass again. He was 300 kilometers away from the city he picked up. "I’ll never get there at this rate." Vector griped. He took off running, and in a matter of 2 hours, he noticed something peeking over the horizon. He stopped, and looked at it. It was a wall, and it seemed to be covered with heavy cannons. They looked like Ion cannons, and heavy particle guns. He didn’t want to be blasted by either one. He walked up to a gate, and a sentry approached him. "What is your business here?" The sentry asked. Vector understood the language fairly well, as it sounded identical to Togorian. "I’m Vector Sprint." Vector said. The sentry looked at him. Vector showed his blaster, and rested his hand on the grip. The sentry opened the gate. "I’m glad you understand my language." Vector said in Togorian. He walked through the dusty streets. Most everyone had a weapon, Vector being no exception. He walked into what he thought was a bar, not being able to read the writing. He walked in, and sat at a table. Several people walked in shortly after, and someone pointed to Vector. "Awe crap." Vector said to himself. One of the people produced a gun, and Vector tipped his table over, and ducked behind it. "I should’ve known they hate yoshies here." Vector griped. One of the armed men walked over to the table Vector was hiding behind, and grabbed his left arm. Vector pulled out his blaster, and fired at the one holding him. The blue beam cut into the man’s arm, and he screamed in pain. Vector kicked him away, and blasted away with his blaster. He bolted for the door, and ran outside. "Looks like I found some trouble." Vector said. He looked behind him, and the people inside the bar were running after him. "Looks like I found more trouble than I bargained for." He ran faster down the street, trying not to run in his normal fashion. "If Lich was here, he wouldn’t last 5 seconds!" Vector said to himself. He ducked into an unmarked building, and noticed a small crowd. He also heard what sounded like an auctioneer. He stood on his toes to see over the people, and noticed it was a slave auction. He narrowed his eyes, and set his blaster for "Proton Load", and listed to the soft whine of energy gathering in the laser chamber.