Gunfytr silently ghosts across a wooded valley. So quiet is his passage, that even the local wildlife doesnt notice. One of his few “guilty pleasures”, he enjoyed exploring and mapping the new worlds his proffession took him to. He paused, taking in the setting of this worlds twin suns. He takes a deep breath of the cool, sweet air, and continues up the ridge.
Nearing the top, he freezes, hearing the sounds of gunfire, shouts, and…laughter? Creeping closer, he sees an ICC Patrol, surrounding an abandoned shack. Probably an old mining camp, long fallen into disrepair. He settles down to watch. He listens as the patrol shout catcalls at the shack.
“Hey little MP, come out and play!”
“Yeah! We loooove Clam girls!”
“I heard re-claim is nice this time of day!”
“We’re gonna teach you to stay in your OWN place!”
“Whats going on here, Corporal?”
“AAAGH!..Where did YOU come from?”, The Patrol Leader sputters.
Gun waves a hand, “Around. Now, what are you people doing?” The PL swallows, " We got us a Clammer MP in there, just having us a little fun before we send her back to where she belongs."
“So. ICC has officially decided to aid Omni in the eradication of the Clans, then?” The PL stares, “Um, well, no. But, shes out of her territory, and we were just gonna…um…that is…” “Sure you were. Allright, then, be on your way. I’m claiming the kill.”
The PLs jaw drops, “You’re WHAT??” Gun continues, unperturbed,“I’m claiming the kill.” His gaze sharpens, “Unless you want to 'contest” my claim, and try a little ‘1v1’?" Uh, NO Sir, sorry Sir" “Thats what I thought, now gather your goons up and CLEAR MY AREA!”
Gunfytr watches as the ICC troops quickly leave the area, frantically hurried by their corporal. He sighs, and walks to the front of the shack. “They’re gone. You can come out now,” He calls. “Come on, I dont have all day.”
The front door of the shack swings open and an MP pet demon runs out, snarling. The pet charges him, and begins bashing on his armor. Gun absently brushes aside the attack, and trips the demon. As the demon lay on the ground, he casually places a foot on its back, keeping it pinned. A small form then rushes out of the shack. The enraged MP stalking up to him. “What are you doing? Get off of him! Just who do you think you are??”
He looks down at the small Clan MP. “I think I’m the guy that saved you from a trip to re-claim, and probably worse. Now, control your pet, please.” She stares, disbelieving, at him a moment, then waves a hand at the demon. Immediately, it stops snarling and scratching impotently at the ground. Gun steps off the demon, and moves a reassuring distance from the MP.
The MP helps her pet to its feet. “LOOK at this! You put a BOOT mark on him!” “Yeah, well, saves you the trouble of casting a new one.”
“What do you want?”