NationStates Jolt Archive

It was cold. Too damn cold for me... Agent Goor thought. He was a member of the Black Staff. The secret intelligence service of the Empire.

And he didn't like it a bit.

"I'm goin' home." he said flatly to his superior, a small fat man who spent his life in this office.

"Okay. This can wait until the morning." The man said, not looking up.

"No. I'm going to Argos. Home..." he said, leaving no doubt about it.

"You can't do that. You are dead to them, besides being a traitor. You will be compromised.." the little man answered, pudgy fingers flexing nervously.

"I am. I've been through too much for this organization. I am going home."

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Three Days Later

Goor ran through the underbrush, leaping over a small ravine and contiuing to pick up speed. He was in the rocky portion of his homeland of swamps. Soon he would clear the rocks and be at his childhood village.

He stopped and rolled suddenly as two other Brutes appeared in front of him. Like hime they were lizard warriors, tall and muscular, carrying Karn'Da blades for hunting. The looked at Goor as he appeared and blinked. Then they lept.

Goor appeared at the village, carrying both unconcious Brutes and setting them in the middle of the village. He looked around. The faces that stared back at him were a mix of ones he knew and ones he didn't. "I'm home..." he spoke in his native tounge.

He was treated with either respect or contempt by everyone else, except his clan. His sister had grown so much, in more ways than one, being in her early twenties. Goor found that hard to believe that his little sister, the one he had to protect on several occasions, was grown up enough to protect herself. His mother was old now, frail. He had to be careful or fear wounding her. "You were not dead. I knew it. You were not the traitor they said you were..." Was the first thing she said to him. His two brothers explained the story the Imperial agents told them and Goor corrected them on what really happened. The only ones who were not there was his brother Krall'c, who was in the capital, serving as Head of Foriegn Relations and his father, who had died when he wasa boy..

He knew he would have to go back someday, leave his people again. Where he would go was not important now... now it was time to enjoy the hot muggy atmosphere of home...

OOC: This is to further the story for one of my characters. This will be a story only. If you wish to respond, OOC comments only, please.

The Seetaka, an extremely large boar like creature, crashed through the underbrush, Goor and his brother hot on it's stubby tail. "This path turns left! Cut it off!" Goor shouted and his brother lept into the thick strong branches of the trees, almost all the same hieght(which provided a road through the trees, popular with the large wildcats). Goor raised his crossbow, not his energy bowcaster as this was a traditional hunt, and fired. The Seetaka bellowed in pain as Goor reloaded, slowling some to makesure he didn't missfire the next shot.

He didn't need to, as his brother lept down onto it's back and sunk the Karn'Da blade into the giant boar's spinal cord, then lept backwards and landed. "Victory!" He cried at Goor. "Dinner!" Goor answered. They both grinned. It had been too long since they worked together.

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The entire village feasted on the meat from the boar, enjoying the barely cooked meat. Goor knew of the sickness that came to many creatures from eating raw meat, but the Brute's had naural defenses against ebola and blood poisoning that happened to other species.

Goor drank at least five tankards of spice ale, enough to put a human in a coma, and stumbled his way with his broth bak to the hut his clan shared, pushing and shoving on each other the whole way. It was as if he had never left. He wished that feeling would last forever, but knew it wouldn't. Ah well... enjoy it while it lasts. he thought to himself before falling asleep on the fur laid out on the floor.

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Two days later Goor was working with a group of men to dig drainage ditches for runoff, when he heard something.

The mechanical whine of aircraft engines. The group pointed and exclaimed at the shuttle as it descended, heading towards the village center. Damnit... he thought as he started running towards it. Why are they here?

The door opened and out stepped... Ambassador Krall'c. The whole family was back together...

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Krall'c looked at Goor. Goor looked at Krall'c. The villagers stared at them and the shuttle.

Krall'c spoke first. "So... you are not dead."

"Yes I am. I am another Goor from an alternate universes timeline."

"I don't care. You are a power hungry little tree lizard who no wants control of our homelands."

"What?! I came here to see our clan! Then I am leaving the Empire foreve-"

"Silence yourself brother. Before I do it, permanently."

Goor growled. "I will not be silent. I am not the same brother you had before. Do you know how you can tell? I have no chip in my brain or scars from the procedure! Scan me for yourself."

Krall'c pulls out a scanner and runs it over Goor's head. "So you don't. Interesting... Your story is true."

"You're damned right it's true. Now... We were working." He shouts to the work crew that the work is still there and heads off, the crew following shortly.

Krall'c goes off with his mother and sister, to talk.

Goor watched the shuttle leave a few hours later. It was a one person craft, so it was likely to be his brother. He didn't care.

Two days later, Goor walked off into the swamps in the dead of night with his bowcaster, provisions and his blade.

One week later he found what he was looking for.

The cave was behind the cliche waterfall, barely visable. Goor eneter cautiously and left all his gear except his blade at the entrance. Walking into an open chamber lit from unkown source above, he looked upon it.

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He returned to the village and said goodbye, then left. He knew he would be back, be it carrying his shield or being carried on it, as the phrase went.

He swirtched the engine on. There was one more place to go before he could end his trip.