"Heavy is the Head..." chapter 2

[Kaiser of Kings]

The moatoob sun burns my already fried and bloody skin. It has been a rough night. I crawl out of the sand surrounded by countless dead rogues. These, my brothers once, but now just slain foes. Many killed by me the rest by the underground lair’s self destruction mechanism.
So, beaten and bloody, walk thru the moatoob sands, the sun scorching my mind. I speak to my self, sing to my self to keep what is left of my sanity.
In the distance I see herds of Vanda and naval. A bil de vear or two circles me as well, waiting for me to fall I think. I’m too strong willed to fall though. Not even the elements of nature will I let move me.
So I wake up bathed and bandaged, in a clean comfortable bed. I’m strong, but that heat, my wounds, and lack of sleep just took its toll. I fall asleep again.
“Wake up, handsome.” I hear a voice call me out of my sleep. The voice is soft and it makes my heart beat fast. I answer in weak words, “Who’s there, where am I?” “Relax, you are safe with us.” The lady reassures me. My vision slowly focuses. At my side a beautiful, beast of a woman sits. Short-cut, sky blue hair and eyes too match. Her baby blue gojgoj garments hong gently on her slightly furry body.
I sit up quickly in shock, “Frost!?”
She laughs, “How’s it going Kaiser?”
My jaw still hanging open, she places her hand under my chin and lifts it shut. I manage a few choice words, “I killed the Klan.”
“I figured you would.” Another voice approached thru the door of the quant mud house room. “What happened mutiny? Did it get too big and you just decided to clean house?”
She is still beautiful, her beauty timeless, her voice as soothing as the sweetest melody. I can only whisper her name at first, “Queen Faye Faye…”
“I’m sorry Kaiser; my name is just Faye now. I’m not a queen. Now tell me…” She insists.
“Mutiny… They all turned on me. So, I had no choice.” The words left me in a way I never experienced. There was no sorrow in these words, though they were my Klan, I felt no remorse in saying these words.
Faye stares at me with a disappointed glare, “You know, with no numbers or credible mates, the city will be a dangerous place for The [KAISER]. Rests up here, heal. If you are not 100% you will not make it.
“Ok, thank you Que… thank you Faye, Frost, I appreciate it.”
Frost gets up with a smile, “No problem. Lets me know if you need another bath.” She laughs.
I groan and cover my head with the sheets.
Thanks to strong resta, and a little time, I recover within a few days. I step out of the shower and on the bed are familiar garments. A green and yellow Gojgoj vest, green Seyagya pants, and the pair of Gojgoj boots I thought I’d lost forever, golden yellow, with a shine like I’ve never gave them. I can only stare at them as so many memories flood back to me.
In the door way Faye and Frost stand. Faye breaks silence, “You going to put them on?”
“Or do I have to dress you?”” Frost adds.
In amazement I manage to stutter, “You kept these?! You even have my boots! MY BOOTS!! Oh my god!”
I dress myself; it feels good to be back in clothes that make me feel like me. I can only smile. “You look better now. I don’t know what was with the full innocent digs.” Frost says scanning me.
As I walk out the door of the mud house, Faye comes to me with an alseva falsan. “Here is a high percent and it’s grinded a few times.”
“Faye…” I mutter, “I gave you this.”
“Well I don’t need it now. You will need it though. Be safe Kaiser; come see us after every thing is settled. Ok?” Faye says with a worried look on her face.
“Ok I will, no worries, Love” I walk out to the flyer that they called for me and I depart.
It’s a quiet ride, no one that seems to be a threat. Then I think to myself, “Why am I worried? There’s nothing to be worried about. I’m Kaiser; no one in their right mind would try at my life.”
I stand and walk down the aisle way, passing other passengers two by two, one on each side of me. I stand before the restroom door. “Vacant” it says.
I open the door about to step in when im forced in by someone behind me. I hope it’s the hot Newman fight attendant, but the distinct smell of blood, moatoob sand, and blood, assures me that I’m not so lucky.
I hear a photon blade pulled, and with a strong arm reaching around my neck and the walls of the extremely tiny restroom, all limiting my options, my heart starts to pound. “How does it feel, Kaiser of Kings, to know yer ganna die by a nameless rogue that was once in yer very own Klan?”
I thank the holy light that this chump is such a chump. I reach around with my right hand and grab what feels like a trap on his belt. I pull it, toss it on the wall and brace myself for a whole lot of pain. The chump tries to yell, “What the fu….” But he’s interrupted by the explosion from the trap.
The whole flyer shakes as we are thrown out of the tiny compartment. We get up and stand before one another, glaring. The flyer shakes out of control and throws us back down. Out of the window I can see an upside down Dagora City. I see the captain and co-pilot running to the back of the flyer, followed by the rest of the passengers.
The chump grabs my collar, “You’re ganna DIE Kaiser!”
I grab his arms, one in each hand, place my right leg be hind his, and toss him to the front of the flyer.
Its all moves so slow. They way you see the people go. The grimace, grotest faces the show, when they know they are about to go. All I do is laugh, because watching death do its jobs a blast. It make it all so real, be it that I saw them die or that I killed.
He slowly descends toward the glass of the eyes of the flyer. The flyer descends with great speed toward the ground of Dagora City. As the flyer met the ground, the sight and the sound, of the carnage, found soothing. The glass that severed the chump to shreds, the metal and concrete that smashed his head. All that lead to him being dead, is great to me, soothing like a symphony.
The jolt of the crash threw us all forward but the flyer slide on it nose, so no one was hurt too much. One by one they crawl from the wreck. I step on to the Dagora ground, look around and can only smile.
“Kaiser!” I hear from behind me.
It’s White Dragon, my right hand. He’s been here keeping the Klan name in good shape. “I hear you’ve had a lil bit o trouble.” He laughs.
“Yea well, news travels fast.” I reply.
“Lets get you a drink bro. There’s a new bar down town.” He says with a smirk. That’s White, laid back and always cools. That’s why he’s my right hand. He head off, as we do I look around, I’m guessing there maybe more ballsy chumps out there, im ready.

[Kaiser of Kings]

So, I sit here watching sum dirty beast chick dance her life away. White Dragon drops an amount of meseta down for the drinks, and sits back, spreading his arms across the booth’s head rest. “So you killed them all?”White asks with a smirk. He continues, “That’s frickin incredible… Sum of Mots greatest thieves and killers… dead… cuz of The Kaiser. You know how many people want you dead? A lot. Do you know what the name holds in the system? Not just on moat? Nothing. I’m lucky I am who I am… or I might have been hassled with this too.”
I look at him. “No one has come after you?” I ask.
“Hells no! I’m White Dragon, I know everyone Kaiser.” he laughs. “So that means I’ll find out who’s behind all this. Someone had to instigate that mutiny.”
I sit quiet for a minute, and then speak, “I need to get to my quarters. Then I need to know where to start. White, can you get me that info?”
White smiles gently, “Of course, they never can keep a secret from me.”
We talk a bit, about this and who was left in the Klan and where they were. Haruna, my force was missing, others under her a white have all been killed or disbanded, then killed. It has become a rough world for Kings.

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Departed from White, I walk the darkening streets of Moatoob. I come to a familiar place. I know she’s here, so I walk in. It’s dusty and smoky, and the clatter of billiards and chatter quiet as I pass. I scan the room, as it scans me. I see, in a corner, a group of men huddled in a booth, which is my destination. I approach, and the men open up like a flower that awakens the sunlight. In the middle of them all, there she was. The infamous, Sera Love.
“Mmm, Kaiser, long time no shee.” She smiles as she looks at me. Her voice is so seductive; it’s hard not to submit to her unspoken commands.
“I need to talk to you in private Sera.” I say stern and seriously.
“O, my Kaiser returns to me?” She says smirking.
“Business Sera… Strictly business.” I assure her.
“Well, K, that’s no fun, but let’s talk. I’ll shee if I can change your mind.” She says deviously.
I follow her to a small room in the back of the bar. A ceiling light hangs down over a small card table; a couple of chairs are there. She sits on the edge of the table. I stand with my back to a blank wall. There’s no windows no vents, I’m feeling a little closed in, I feel a little anxious. “So what’s up K?” Sera smiles as she undoes a button on her blouse and shows even more cleavage.
I start to sweat. I answer in a serious voice, “I need to get to the GC but I don’t want to take a charted flyer. Get me there.”
She looks at me, I can see the devilishness in her eyes, “Kaiser, baby, that is so very illegal. I mean, I do have friends but what payment do I offer? What payment do you offer me?” She crosses her legs and her skirt reveals lacy under garments that make my heart beat fast.
I keep my composer, and I answer, “Sera, please I’ll owe you one, just get me there.”
“Ok Kaiser, I’ll help you. Go to the old wherehouse near the edge of Dagora City. There will be a beast male named Kain waiting for you. He will get you there.” Sera stands, walks toward the door. “Kaiser make it there, ok?”
“What do you mean?!” I run after her as she exits, but she is gone.
I make my way out thru the way I came in; there is no one in the bar. I know this is an omen, like when you see a herd of koltova jumping off a cliff. I don’t care, I'm not scared, I'm not worried so I bolt for the entrance, sprinting full speed. To my left, from under the bar three beastly rouges reveal themselves. The three are armed with mech-guns, and they open fire as soon as they appear. I lounge and take cover behind a tipped over table.
I figure Sera is using the money for ratting me out as my payment; she’s such a…
Doest matter now though, I rather just run. I lift up the table and run for the door. I break through splintering both the door and the already bullet eaten table. I run into a dark alley heading for the area I am to meet my next potential assassinator
I must have lost the trio; I’ve been ducked under in this trash can for ten minutes. Sorry sight I am, from KING to hiding in the trash. I cautiously make my way to the warehouse. I finally se it and a lone beastly male.
He’s freaking huge, almost eight feet I’d guess, pretty built. I’m really not in the mood to fight, but the look on his face has already decided that I have no choice. I approach him and introduce my self. “Hello.” I say sternly with no fear. “I am Kaiser of Kings, I was told there would be someone here, waiting for me.”
The beast, apparently named Kain, steps toward me. With a serious face he speaks, “I’ll take you to the GC, but that’s only if you can stop me from cashing in on your head.”
I stop, stunned. “Quite Frank and to the point, friend, I like that.”
He says nothing and pulls out an unusually long spear. It looks heavier than the average spear as well. I can do nothing but pull my saber. We make eye contact, and even the air around us is motionless and silent for a good minute.
I jump back, he lounges forward, I have to triple step back as I land just to avoid getting the tip of his long arm. I realize the distance between us, and just how hard I’m going to have to work to knock this guy back.
I try to strike him, but my efforts are easily deflected, so easily infact that it was obvious he was mocking me by not countering. If I wasn’t in the mood to fight, I am now; I'm not one that takes being mocked lightly. He blocks my final blow with the head of his spear and I force it down to the ground, digging it into the rock. I use my saber as leverage to hurl my self over the 11 foot spear, and miss an obvious drop kick attempt. I land and try a back side leg sweep. I connect but he doesn’t budge. I look up and the spear is coming down over me. I roll to my left as the spear hits the rock ground breaking it to pebbles in that area. The beast man swings the spear immediately in my direction from the epicenter of impact. As I come to a stop I see the spear approaching me and I dive over it back the right side. I roll and as I gain my footing I see the spear about to complete its trip around from the initial swing.
At this point there is too much space left or right to get away. I have no room to duck but I can’t jump over either. I hold my saber in front of me, and I take the hit.
I fly back off my feet, about a good 20 feet. So I have time to think just how strong this guy is, just how much the distance he keeps makes up for the slow movements he makes. I hit the metal siding of the warehouse. He starts to charge toward me, yelling, spear aimed for my chest. I force my self out of the indentation I made form the impact. The tip of his spear is already a foot from me, and now close enough for me to extend my saber to the arm with enough strength to knock the head away ripping a good chunk of my chest and right arm clean open. As my saber slides down the arm his now free right hand swings at my face. I smile and grab his fist with my left hand. Now close enough I head butt him in the face. With him unbalanced and head back, my saber finishes it’s descent down the long arm and cuts across his chest. I follow through and turn with the swing, knocking him back and down to the ground with a blunt back kick from my left leg.
He stands immediately, and I prepare myself. He just stands there. Then he put his weapon away. Bleeding he says, “Ok, lets go.”
He walks away into the warehouse. After a fight like that I can’t help but kind of trust him, so I follow him in. Inside there’s a ship, black with red accents. He climbs in and again I follow. He sits in the pilot’s seat, I scan the cabin. There are boxes and crates each with a Tenora logo, or kubara logo. “Have a seat, don’t touch anything.” Kain commands.
I sit in the passenger seat. The craft starts to hum then lift shortly after. The empty warehouse is illuminated by the hanger doors letting in the moon light as they open. As we rise above the warehouse and the hanger doors close I can see the Tenora logo on the top of the building. I ask Kain, “So, you an arms dealer?”
Kain smirks, which is a little frightening, and answers, “I am now.” And we take off with great speed.
It wasn’t a short flight but time passed quickly with good conversation. I explained my situation. Kain gave me the run down of what he was into. We clicked; I found he was a cool type of guy. Now as we approach the Guardians’ Colony he tells me, “Kaiser be careful of those you know to be trusts worthy those are the most dangerous people of all.”
I stay silent. We dock in a side hold where no one really hung around, it seemed deserted. “Ok Kaiser take care. I’ll be seeing you.”
“Yeah, you will Kain, I’m sure of it.” I reply and I rush to the nearest tele-crystal.
Finally I enter my quarters. It’s been so long, Blue Eyes, my partner machine seems to be hibernating. I wake her, “Blue?”
She wakes, “Kaiser!” she yells enthusiastically.
I brief her on the events that have occurred. We sit in silence for a while. I start to think what my next move should be. Then Blue stands before me. She lays on the ground my best weapons: a long bow, two long swords, a pair of handguns, a double saber, and a saber. “Blue, what are you doing?” I ask.
“Kaiser, all you can do is fight this, someone wants you, us, out and you can’t let them. You have to fight them; you are King are you not? So you have to protect your realm.” Blue insist with unemotional eyes.
Silent, I stand. So many thoughts running through my head. I walk into my closet. When I emerge I have my Black Braves coat on with the same boots and black instead of green pants. I equip myself with the layout Blue has set up for me. She warns, “There is no license that permits you to hold all of those weapons at once, so do not get apprehended by the authorities. Kaiser, also, be careful. If anything happens to you, I don’t know what to do.”
I look at my pm, my daughter that I never had time to conceive, “Blue Eyes, I will be ok. No worries, Love.”
At this moment I get a text from White Dragon, “I got who you want to talk to =]. Meet me on the fourth floor and I’ll fill you in.”
I head for the door. I think to look back, but I don’t, there’s no time for sentiments now. Blue is right, I must fight them, all of them. I will let no one stand in my way, I am King.