Bax peeled his eyes open. His head was filled with a reverberating dryness and echoed with the pain of a thousand drinks from the night before.
With a twisting throat, he pulled himself up and looked at the broken fragments of wood next to him.
That was a wall…
He found himself surrounded by debris and bodies of all manner of creatures, but what had happened?
Quickly standing up, he patted himself down, knocking off dust and debris. There was very little blood, but the entire bar was trashed. Again.
Different bar, but the same kind of damage as before. He had been warned about this in the past.
‘If you ever- Ever- fuckin do this again. Ill take your fucking legs Bax. I know what theyre worth!’
The Metal Hounds owned every bar and drinkstop on this entire planet, and it was only through previous work that he had earned the grace of forgiveness. But that was the limit and now, here he stood, amidst another drunken binge of violence and excessive destruction.
The Hounds werent the police, but they were the most numerous and collected of the pirate groups in this system. That made them among the deadliest. Bax had come to their attention at a very early age, somewhere around 15 – 16, the booze made time a little fuzzy in the head, but he had to drink it otherwise he would go insane.
As he walked through the destruction, Bax came to realise he was on the upper floor of this bar, and that there was even more devestation below him. On the one side of the wall, a car had crashed in through the side wall and crushed several people against their tables. This was beginning to look more like an attack than a drunken binge…
Bax dropped down and, began to step between the bodies when one caught on his foot and tripped him over. Bax landed face first amongst the bodies, they were cold. A realisation came across him as if being dipped into an ice bath.
They’re all dead. This wasn’t me, was it?
Bax stood up quickly, he spotted the bullet holes, encircled by crusted blood.
Shit, shit shit shit…
He had to leave. This was clearly an attack, something he would have been lucky to live through, but if the Hounds caught him here
I’m so fucked.
Bax managed to escape the bar and hid round the side as two cars hovered up and drifted next to the bar. They were the usual rusted metal banged together with plates and running on some backwards hovering technology scrapped from a Corperation ship.
With speed and effieciency picked up from years of avoiding detection, Bax slipped back into the city and wove himself into the side streets.
Several hours passed, the alcohol had completely worn off now and the old ache negan to creep back. The stinging, relentless agony of metallic enhancements that ground against his bones and sockets. His enhancements were filled with miniscule engines that fired up when needed, but as they were engines, they ran at incredibly high temperatures and burned against his bones. The alcohol helped ease the pain, but nothing totally held off the agony everytime he had to use his arms or legs. They always hurt, but if he ever had to use more than his natural strength, and this happened autimatically, the engines fired up and quickly became to hot to bear. His flesh had been burnt away over the years, exposing the black metal of the enhancements and the engines that caused so much pain.
It had been 20 years since he left Korella, 20 years since he had X-tranol, the only substance that coated the enhancements with a type of lubricant that offered complete heat resistance and lubrication for the mechanized parts that he could use his full strength without being hurt.
What he would give to get some of that again…
Bax sighed, crouched down in an alleyway, bottle of Rezzilla whiskey in hand, and felt drops of rain tap onto his face as he looked up passed the lights of the city and into the stars above.