Necronimus muttered to himself as he ran. "Little green punk..last time I go chasing squirrels rustling bushes." He stopped by the riverside. "At least I fried the little squirt." he grinned A second rustling of the brush made him turn. "You better be a squirrel or ready to fight" he declared.
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Multex sipped from his glass. It was late afternoon and he was finally sobering up. The bartender was busy drying a glass, nd the patrons hd chnged twice, save the Agent. The bell on the door rang out but he never bothered to look. "Hello, Multex." a voice beamed.
Multex swalloed the swig he was on hard. It was her. "H-hey, Ruby." He replied. the female Agent walked in her usual fashion up to him. "See you're in town too. Ya on a mission?" Multex coughed. "Y-yeah, s-schorta. W-waiting on a pal." Ruby nodded. "Alright. Boss sent me on one here personally. He said I have to bring him some Twilighter's head, and my detector said this planet was closest." Multex swallowed hard again. "Oy, hope she doesn't take that thing out around me! But hey, Markior will probably sense it before the rest of em since he's not of their world. Three years, here we go again! Dang..not sober yet." he thought. Ruby must have been hot on the trail because she excused herself and left. Multex sighed to himself.
"Pretty girl." the bartender remarked. "Yeah.." Multex said wearily. "I's a shame she doesn't hook up with a nice fella like yourself." Multex shook his head at the reply. "It wouldn't happen." the bartender raised a brow. "And why not?" Multex looked sadly up. "Because..I'm a monster."

The Markior landed infront of the Protoss Pub, a building only the highest executors themselves were allowed to warp in. With a sigh, he entered and took a seat. "Give me the usual, Da'emn." He rumbled. A glass of psi-beer sliding down the bar and landing in his hand, he took a gulp. With a firm PAT on the back, the psi-beer plunged into his face. "WEEELL!! Fancy meeting YOU here, smaaah.. smokey!" A wobbly voice yelled. After whiping off the psi-beer with his arm, the Markior turned to look into the slightly to very much drunk face of Multex. He blinked. "YOU got zome GOOD stuff in here, smaaah.. smokey. I dink I like like like this brrrp... better then ANYthing I've taataasted before!" The agent hiccupped.

Markior opened his mouth to say something, pointing his finger against the Agent's chest. "......" He stared a while like that for a while, pointing at him with open mouth. "....." ... ... ... "Nnnever mind. Let's get you sober."
Multex slapped him on the back and polished off the wine in one swig. "Ah Schit down schokey, Good drinksch herre!" he declared, taking another glass of wine from the bartender and siping it.
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Pseudo raised a brow in his meditation. "What's wrong boss?" Pyrak asked. "The rip..it's gone haywire..out of my control...and one of the heroes achieved a higher status recently." Pyrak scratched his head. "Well I don't know about the rip but Vaurix, Ratch and me are the strongest Infects yet. We can kill anything! We'll those skidmark heroes from the face of the Earth!" Pseudo nodded, eyes still closed. "But, I better make assurances.." he muttered. "By the way, are the princess and Optimus dead?" he asked. "Negative. Somehow they lived. Vaurix did a sweep of the area and he told me he saw em comin outta the rubble with some wierd cloud over the princess' head." Pseudo frowned. "The invinvibility stars..." he murmured. "What?" Pyrak asked. "Nothing." pseudo stated, rising and walking the length of the room. "I can hndle any tricks they throw out. I'll simply drain the coud with the old rituals when I see her. I bet we'll be getting a visit from that arrogant fool, the Markior, first though. I'll slay him and thn that fool Ulrejaz. None whoo oppose me shall live. I'll slay Dadala too, if Zephirus doesn't do it first."