Excuse me while I kiss the sky...A Payback/Tiger Brigade Crossover.This just isn't my bloody day....Payback had been a Mercenary for a long time. Too long, for some. Most of the time he knew he was the best at what he did. But at times like this, he couldn't help but wonder why he kept doing it.
Standing astride an enraged Air Whale had not been on Paybacks list of life goals. Especially not when some lunatic with a handcannon had him in his crosshairs.
Thinking back on this situation, Payback had to question why. Why he kept doing this, and why he kept getting stuck in these insane situations...
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A week prior to this, he'd been hired by the Mass Transit Consortium to stop a series of pirate raids and robberies. The only clue as to the attackers identity was the fact that there was no ship involved. Rather, an abnormally large Air Whale had been seen to ram ships from the air, onto mountain peaks.
The concept of someone training one of these voltaile creatures seemed insane to Payback, but he'd heard of stranger situations. He knew of one group who could have possibly had contact with such a Pirate before, a Mercenary Army called the Tiger Brigade. They were controlled by four Warriors, and those four were most often seen in Daviks Folly, refitting or loading their ship, the Tigers Maw.
After roughly four hours of searching and digging, he managed to get the name of a small tea house in Daviks Folly, Down Side. The Kriegers Nest. Claustrophobic and dark, with an odd smell in the air. Incense of some kind. A distraction from the smell of less savory substances being smoked in back.
However, he didn't care about the decor. He cared about a man sitting in the corner, sitting next to what he could only assume was a woman. A man in white and red, and a woman in grey. He could simply address the man. It would be easier than actually trying to figure out the gender of his companion.
Seating himself at the edge of the table, he didn't bother to disguise his weapons. It was the way of the Mercenary to know one of his own. This man in white had an air of superiority and power around him, as did the supposed woman. These two were Grey and White, two of the Mercenary Generals of the Tiger Brigade.
"I need a ship..." Payback said, leaning forward and propping his elbows on his knees. "A fast ship. Fast enough to outrun an Air Whale. And strong enough to take a beating. One crewed by brave souls with a bit of madness. I know who you are, and what you're capable of."
White glanced up from his tea, passive and calm. The stare was empty, devoid of any emotion. He finally spoke in a clipped monotone, not caring to waste words.
"Your reputation proceeds you, Payback. But you couldn't afford us. We know that you're going after Hallen-Dar, the Air Whale Rider. You'll just end up dead, my friend. And that would be a true tragedy for our line of work." A small smile followed.
Payback reached beneath his armor, producing a small pouch. With a flick of his wrist it skidded across the table to rest in front of White. Grey picked it up, examining the contents and whistling softly. Grey then spoke up for the first time during the conversation.
"It's a lot of money, White. We could use it, after the refit for the cannons." White turned his attention to his companion and then glanced at the pouch. Facing payback again, he sipped his tea and sighed.
"Meet me on the docks in an hour. If you can prove to me you're tough enough to ride with my crew, I'll accept."
With a nod, Payback stood and backed away. Even if the man seemed friendly enough Payback wasn't about to turn his back on a man with a nearly legendary reputation of carnage..
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An hour later, Payback had made his way to the docks. They were crowded and busy, as always. He didn't know how he'd find his way through the tangle of bays and wooden extension planks to White's vessel.
However, the answer came with ease. White had cleared himself an area using a set of crates and sandbags. Payback had a bad feeling about this.
A sinking feeling that he was about to step into a boxing ring.
White gave a relatively cheery wave, while the rest of his crew sat on the sidelines, watching.
Silver, Handcannon propped against his shoulder, sword at his hip. Black, leaning on his mace like a ditch digger would lean on his shovel. Grey, sitting atop one of the crates, flipping a grey stone back and forth between slender fingers. White himself stood at the center of the impromptu arena, holding his spear in his right hand, with his left on his hip. He looked like some sort of insane Gladiator, waiting for a challenge.
"Well, a man who knows the value of being on time! Good! Shall we begin our little contest now, or would you prefer to warm up?" white said, grinning the entire time.
Payback sighed behind his mask and unsheathed his T'sai Blades. He should've expected this sort of test.
"I'm ready when you are. I hope you don't value that pretty toy of yours. I fear I may break it."
White simply chuckled and gave his wrist a sharp twist, the shaft of the spear moving with it. The spear seemed to collapse with an audible click, glittering chains unveiled in spectacular fashion. The dangling blade swung like a pendulum, swaying with the slightest movement.
White lifted the spear and gave it a flick, the blade lashing past Payback's head with the rattle of chains and an audible clank as the components that made up it's body reeled inward again and stiffened into a spear once more.
Well, s**t. This isn't good."Oh, I doubt you'll break this, my mysterious friend. I'd be more worried about your trinkets." White's voice nearly dripped with sarcasm. He was trying to goad Payback into the first attack.
Payback was more than willing to accomodate the lunatic.
Payback launched himself across the makeshift arena with a low hiss, spinning both of his blades to the fore. He wouldn't kill White, of course. But nobody ever said anything about taking him down a notch.
Before Payback could attack, however, White sidestepped and twisted his spear haft, the weight head of the weapon dropping between Paybacks shoulderblades. The blunt edge struck and bounced off what felt like bone. That brought out a string of curses that would make even the saltiest of Sanctuary's pirates blush.
With a flick of his wrist and a shift of his weight, Payback returned the favor, spinning his blade up and out of the way just in time to catch White in the chin with the pommel of the weapon. The uppercut threw the other warrior very nearly for a loop, but he recovered spectacularly.
Shifting his weight in mid-flight, White twisted and planted the blade of his spear in the docks surface. He rode the shaft down and twisted at the last moment, landing on his feet and flicking the whip-like end toward Payback again.
Payback crossed his T'sai and captured the weapon, pulling sharply. Whites face gave away his surprise as he stumbled forward. This look faded after a blindingly fast heel kick to the forehead planted him on the dock.
Loud, wild applause rose around the docks. Workers and civilians alike all applauded Payback, most of which having no clue to his identity. White stared up at the armored Mercenary and then laughed.
"Now THAT, my friend, is how you prove yourself worthy!"
Payback offered a hand to White, which was readily taken. Once the madman was standing again, he clapped Payback on the back with an open palm. Payback staggered and twitched.
Great. He's a back slapper. I HATE that."NOW," White cried, "Load up you vicious bastards! We've got a Whale and a Pirate to destroy!"
Payback knew this would be a rather amusing trip indeed. At least he'd get his money. More than he'd offered to this crew of misfits.
His back bugged him as he marched up the gangplank onto the Tigers Maw. That would be tender for a while.
This was, of course, one of those times he had to ask himself why.
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It had been seven long, boring days since then. Days of playing cards with the towering giant Black. Tea with White and Grey. And the ever fun Scar Comparing game with Silver.
I always fall in with the lunatics.Payback had been checking charts and maps of the various Sky Realm landmarks that had some connection to their target. The Air Whale seemed to be a flying base of operation. They had nowhere to reside. Without a hideout, this just made them harder to find.
Payback had asked White about this Hallen-Dar, this supposed Whale Tamer. White had been resting in his private quarters, based on a standard tea room. It was, however, lined with chests full of disguises, secondary weaponry and goods.
"He's a madman. Former Circus Performer for Talia's Air Circus. He was the Beast Tamer. I swear, I'd never even heard of half the animals he could control. But that's beside the point. It seems he figured out that his ability to control wild beasts could be far more profitable in a life as a pirate than as a circus star.
He burned down the circus. Faked his own death. Don't know much about him, aside from the fact that he took a crew of clowns with him on the way out. That's his crew, as far as we know. Former circus performers and a few Pirates looking for work."
White grinned at the thought. Pirates in grease paint. Payback shook his head, and then spoke.
"And how, precisely, did this moron ever become a competent air pirate? He's got a crew of clowns and a whale. You'd think one or two cannon shells would've put him out of business."
White stared at Payback for a long moment and then chuckled.
"It...Is a really big whale."
Payback couldn't help himself. He wondered just how big this creature had to be to garner such a cryptic response.
From outside, a thunderous roar sounded. A Cannon had just been fired. After a short pause, a gaping hole appeared in the wall just behind White's head.
Payback ducked, taking cover behind a trunk full of what appeared to be....Tea cups. Well, any cover is better than none at all.
White, however, stood his ground. He glanced over his shoulder and quirked a brow as Silver stuck his head through the new window, chewing on a fuse wire as if it were a toothpick.
"I think we found 'em." Silver said, squinting against the smoke and dust. White snapped up his spear and stepped through the damaged wall without another word.
Payback stood once more and tilted his head, taking a moment to consider his options. He had hoped for a less direct meeting, but would accept any breaks he could get.
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The deck of the Tigers Maw had degenerated to chaos. Payback had expected there to be trouble, but this was something he hadn't anticipated.
Clowns, or what could've passed for them, swarmed the deck. Dressed in black and red striped uniforms with white and red streaked masks. The masks had wide, black mouths that were simply painted on, and a pair of slender upturned eye slots to give the impression of laughter. The swirls of red and white resembled a hypnotic disk. Long red and black hair spiked up into jumbled twists and blades. It looked more like an escape from an asylum than a pirate raid.
Grey stood to one side, sword still sheathed. The "clown" Grey had squared off against seemed to be carrying a gaffing hook as a weapon. With a blinding series of kicks, Grey had snapped the circus freaks head to the side, exposing his throat.
Grey stepped forward and lashed out with a final kick, heel colliding with the clowns throat and knocking it to the ground. Grey rode the clown down like a falling tree, heel pressed into his throat. Standing on the throat of the fallen enemy, Grey glanced toward Payback and grinned.
Got to admit, that's a hell of a stylish victory.Payback unsheathed his blades and started across the deck, toward Black. The hulking brute seemed focused on a trio of bouncing, cackling assailants. Two of them had swords, and the third had some form of chain weapon, perhaps a morning star.
Payback ran behind the clown armed with the chain, raking his hamstrings with both T'sai. The clown yelped, a high screech of pain and panic. Payback turned and punched the rear blade of his T'sai through the back of his victims head. The satisfying crunch of bone giving and the mask shattering followed.
Black, however, was far more direct. He had grabbed hold of one of the clowns, pulling him off of his feet by his hair. Using his mace with his free hand, he battered his other foe, crushing bone and flesh with a series of vicious swings. Payback stood back for a moment and simply kept track of what was breaking. Left shoulder. Right shoulder. Both knees.
Well, that's going to ruin any plans for mobility he may have had.The final blow made the greatest impression, as Black wound up and took a mighty swing, catching the clown in the mask. The spray of ichor and mask fragments masked what was once a face. The corpse simply sailed over the railing and disappeared into the cloud layer below.
Black turned his attention to the final clown and simply shrugged, hefting the struggling goon by his scalp and spiking him into the deck. The wood nearly splintered as the body made contact. Black stepped over the broken corpse and joined Grey.
Payback couldn't make out White or Silver, and the deck seemed to be crawling with more of these costumed creeps. He ducked instinctively as a small metal sphere was whipped toward his head. He turned on one heel, throwing himself low to snatch up the object. An old-fashioned Grenade for boarding actions, little more than a baseball sized hunk of iron packed with gunpowder and a fuse.
The clown who'd thrown it was closing fast, drawing a wicked looking curved blade from the gaudy red and black belt he wore. Payback sprung back to a full standing position and grabbed the clown by the throat with his free hand, squeezing roughly.
"You shouldn't play with fire, chuckles. You'll get burned, or worse."
Payback flipped the clowns mask up and jammed the iron sphere against his teeth. He yanked the mask down roughly and turned sharply, heaving all of his weight toward the railing. The clown caught quite a bit more air than Payback had anticipated.
He turned away from the railing and started toward the opposite side, where a series of grappling hooks had been connected to the rail. A thunder clap sounded behind him, the bomb going off in spectacular fashion. One less joker to deal with.
Grabbing hold of one of the hooks, Payback jumped over the railing. He'd never been one for dangling in the open, and this certainly didn't change his mind. Below, the Air Whale seemed to be keeping pace with the Tigers Maw. White had not been kidding. The beast was huge, at least a hundred and twenty feet in length.
It appeared that Hallen-Dar and his boys had secured a cargo and living area on the back of the beast. Pressurized to survive high-altitude travel, undoubtedly. The cargo and living area resembled a Leronian long house, with a porch of sorts running around the exterior. High wooden railings with several ragged breaks in them gave away the fact that it was under attack.
Well, that the a ever increasing series of wagon wheel sized holes being blown through the roof, undoubtedly by some form of firearm. One of these holes opened up as Payback climbed lower, angled in such a way that the gunfire actually caught the rope he had hold of.
Ah s**t...I just can't get a break, can I?Payback jumped from the rope to the wooden railing, lashing out with his T'sai and burying them in the surface of the deck. His arms screamed with the sudden strain of such a rough catch, but he didn't have time to focus on a few pulled muscles.
Dragging himself upward with what strength he could muster, he found himself staring...Directly into the barrel of a Dwarven Rifle.
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White stood at the head of the Air Whale, face to face with the Captain of this crew of maniacs. A crowd of clowns stood on either side, waiting for the order to attack.
Hallen-Dar was....Unusual looking, to be polite. His skin was as white as chalk, with eyes that seemed a wild bright red. Streaks of red paint crisscrossed his face, chest and arms in random patterns of swirls and twists. His hair was a shock of black, waist length with the ends dipped in even more red paint and curled upward.
His clothing consisted of an open black vest and a pair of baggy black trousers with red patched knees and various cuts and rips. A real attention grabber, this man. However, White had taken notice of his weapons more than anything else.
An oversized double barreled Dwarven Handcannon, painted to match the outfit, with a crude handle that appeared to be formed from the claw of an oversized insect. An odd choice, but an effective emergency melee weapon. In his other hand, he held a trio of hooked steel blades welded to a metal handle. In basic design it resembled a rather extreme gaffing hook.
"Well now," the Beast Trainer said, "I wouldn't have expected such trouble from you. Then again, I never would have anticipated that you'd be onboard. So, Whitey, how's tricks?"
White stared blankly at Hallen-Dar, trying to comprehend what had just happened. This idiot had just called him Whitey.
WHITEY."There are no tricks. We're here for your head, pirate. Surrender peacefully and your death will be short and painless."
White lightly twisted the haft of his spear. Not enough to loosen the chained segment, but enough to prepare for the inevitable attack. He didn't have to wait long.
Hallen-Dar chuckled and motioned to his clowns. The resulting swarmed piled in around White, closing for the kill. Hallen-Dar ignored what he assumed was a hopeless battle and made his way toward the cabin near the center of the Whales back.
Before the clowns could make their move and finish White off, the spear came into play, sweeping the crowd aside. One of the clowns managed to get himself speared through the gut. White grunted and jerked the spear sideways, swinging the screaming clown to the side. Another twist of the spear shaft and the weapon snapped back into a solid state, the momentum tearing through the clowns body and throwing him aside.
White began hacking through the crowd of clowns, silent and stoic. This was simply his job, and nothing more. It was less fun to kill these fools than to kill a foe who provides a challenge.
A single sweep cleared the path between White and his intended target. That damn pirate and his idiotic clowns. However, before closing the distance he found himself face to face with that handcannon.
White threw up his Spear in a defensive posture, catching the blast from the handcannon. This didn't do much good, however, as the blast threw him backwards off of the Air Whale.
Hallen-Dar grinned from ear to ear and turned his attention back toward the cabin.
"Come on, boys. Now that he's done for, we've got a ship to sink!"
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Payback seemed to remember the oddest things during near death experiences.
Did I leave my bike on back at Daviks? Is my mask on straight? I hope they don't mutilate my remains after this.The clown cocked the rifle and giggled, the grinning mask tilted to the right.
"Any last words, sucker?"
Payback stared past the rifle at the clown himself, and then BEHIND the clown...
"No," said Payback, "But he might have something to say."
The clown seemed confused by the statement, turning in time for Silver to jam all three barrels of his Firebarker into the clowns gut. With a grin and a push, he shoved the clown out into space.
"Yeah. ******** you, laughing boy!" Silver yelled, squeezing the triggers of his handcannon.
The ear splitting roar and wave of fire that followed seemed a bit much. But you can't fault a showman for his work. The clown was reduced to a pair of legs and half of an upper body, the rest fading away into the sky. The remains tumbled away as Silver stepped back and cracked his Firebarker open, dropping the flaming shells to the deck and pushing replacements into the barrels.
Payback stared up at the lunatic who had just saved his life, and then resumed pulling himself up.
"Thanks for saving me there." Payback said, wiping a blood streak off of his shoulder with the back of one T'sai.
"You were a secondary concern. I just wanted to shoot a clown in the gut."
Silver gave a manic grin and turned, facing a nearby doorway. Clowns began to pour out of the opening, carrying nearly every form of melee weapon one could think of. He gave a little cackle and pointed the Firebarker into the swarm.
"I don't know where this freak found all of these saps, but all I have to say about it is SEND IN THE CLOWNS!"
Silver fired again, staggering his shots, three in a row. Clowns began to fall in clusters, collapsing under the wall of fire. Silver drew his sword and holstered his pistol, literally diving into them.
"THEY LIKE ME! THEY REALLY LIKE ME! Hey, watch the hands!" He screamed, lopping off whatever he could reach.
Payback couldn't help but stare at the mayhem unfolding. Silver really WAS insane. But he was creating a hell of a distraction.
Payback turned and made his way down the deck, ignoring any clowns that rushed by. He came to a stop when he ran into what appeared to be the b*****d offspring of a circus Strong Man and one of the Clowns.
"Let me guess, you're Hallens second in command, right?" Payback sighed, getting quite tired of clowns.
The goon grunted his reply, carrying a grappling hook as a weapon. Payback really didn't care what the freak had to say one way or another.
"Whatever. Move and we won't have a problem." Payback held up his hands in a sign of docility. He would have liked to have reached the Captain of this crew of misfits without any further difficulty.
The oversized clown hefted the hook and lunged, swiping at Paybacks head. He leaned back and barely managed to dodge it.
They can never do things the easy way...Payback sheathed one of his T'sai and flicked his wrist, dropping his razor disk into his palm. With a sharp toss he bounced it off of the grappling hook, knocking it from the goons grip. It ricocheted off of the ceiling over the deck and caught the clown in the brow.
His mask shattered and blood sprayed, a low scream echoing from beneath the porcelain. Payback lashed out with his right heel, catching the goon in the chest and throwing him backwards over the railing. He managed to catch hold of the railing, which creaked under the strain.
Payback collected his disk, which had managed to stop after colliding with the clowns skull. He glanced over the edge of the railing and sighed. An ethical problem. Try to help the moron or let him fall.
"Hey, fatass. Are you going to try and kill me if I pull you up?" He asked, staring down at the clown and tilting his head.
The clown remained silent and simply stared right back. Payback didn't hesitate for a moment after that. He simply reached down, flicked his T'sai and walked away, leaving a forearm latched onto the railing. He didn't particularly care what happened to the rest of the clown.
He came to the last door leading inside, taking hold of the handle and taking a deep breath. However, he heard approaching footsteps on the other side. And a voice, giving commands.
Payback released the handle and stepped back..
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Hallen-Dar was just not having a good day. His private cabin was in shambles. Some lunatic with a gun bigger than his had been blowing holes in his cabin, his crew was short by about thirty clowns, and Bruno, his second in command, was nowhere to be found.
A trio of his clown grenadiers were following at his heels as he marched through the ruined cabin. He took hold of the door handle and pulled.
Stars danced before his eyes as what appeared to be a fist slammed into his nose, throwing him off balance and sending him toppling over his grenadiers. The three clowns cried out in surprise.
The first of his crewmen got up and tried to put up a fight, but the Mercenary grabbed him by his belt and heaved him through the door. The crash of wood that followed left no doubt that he'd gone over the railing. The Mercenary was holding one of the grenades that the clown had been armed with.
Hallen-Dar started climbing to his feet as the Merc grabbed another Clown and pulled the fuse on one of the grenades. With a pop and a hiss it ignited, at which point he tucked it into the clowns belt. A sharp kick the the chest threw the clown into a wall and through it. The resulting explosion plastered the walls with blood, and the Air Whale lurched and bellowed.
The final clown made a run for it, showing just how loyal he really was. Hallen-Dar managed to stand completely before he saw the Mercenary grab the top of the door and pull himself up, swinging forward and planting both feet straight into the captain's chest.
With a crash and a grunt he was through the wall of the cabin and on his back, staring into the sky. The Air Whale was heaving, bobbing oddly beneath him. He doubted the explosion could have done that much damage.
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Payback stepped through the ravaged hole in the wall, palming a grenade and growling. He'd had quite enough of this joker and wanted to end this.
"Get up, pirate. I'm going to tear you apart. I'm tired, I'm sore, I'm covered in..CLOWN..bits....And I've had just about enough of riding on your goddamn whale."
Hallen-Dar grunted and sat up, rubbing his chest. He glared at Payback and stood, wobbling slightly before regaining his balance.
"And I'm tired of you messing with my crew, Merc. I don't know who you think you are, but I think you've just run out of luck."
The pirate captain grinned, and it took Payback a moment to realize he'd been stupid. He hadn't even noticed that the clown was going for his handcannon.
Stupid move...Should've seen that coming.And here we are, with Payback staring down the barrel of a very large firearm, and wondering why he still does this for a living.
Hallen-Dar grinned, his victory almost guaranteed. That grin faded when his right arm, the one supporting the firearm, suddenly seemed to take a vacation, rolling away from his body.
The rattle of a chain followed by a sharp CLICK brought him out of his confused daze. He began to scream and dropped to his knees.
White stood behind him, squinting. Half of his face was caked with blood, along with a full half of his body. From the right side over, he was crimson. He gave a toothy grin and looked down at his wailing handiwork.
"Hey there, d**k. Feelin' under the weather, are we? Hey, Payback, how long do you figure this thing can fly with three fins?" White said, tilting his head to the right at a sharp angle.
It took Payback a moment to realize what White was implying, at which point he glanced down at Hallen-Dar.
"Not long enough, I'd say..."
The creature lurched beneath them, bellowing and shaking. It was starting to lose control. It would continue to fly, and eventually compensate, but it might shake them off of its back in the process.
Payback crouched and flicked his T'sai, carving a large opening in the Air Whale's fatty flesh. He produced the grenade he had been saving and popped the fuse, plunking it into the opening.
He marched past Hallen-Dar, turning just long enough to yell a short message for the pirate.
"Hey, don't worry. I'm sure you won't bleed to death! I'll assume the explosion will kill you way before that's an issue."
White shook his head and stepped toward the Whale's side, glancing over.
"Well, actually, I'd say the mountain we're about the plow into is more likely to finish the job..."
Payback looked up and felt a moment of panic. An exploding whale and a mountain, and he'd forgotten that they had no way off. He wanted to ask White what they were going to do....But managed to watch White step over the side and disappear from view.
Hallen-Dar stopped screaming long enough to glare at the Mercenary who'd just cost him everything.
"I may die, but I'm taking you with me, sucker!"
Payback backed away from the dying man and glanced over the Whale's flank, chuckling softly.
"Well, that's certainly a viable option. But, if you don't mind, excuse me while I kiss the sky.."
Payback crossed his arms and jumped off of the creature, dropping away from the Air Whale.
Why, oh why, did he keep doing this?
Because it's so...God...Damn..Fun.He twisted in mid-drop and landed with a thud on the deck of the Tigers Maw, which had dropped below the Air Whale and maintained a steady speed.
His knees strained on impact, causing him to grunt and wince. He never got accustomed to these short drops and sudden stops. He straightened up and turned to watch the Air Whale come down, sinking lower and lower.
Ahead, a mountain peak loomed into view, a jagged claw of earth encrusted with snow. The fight had been sinking lower from the time the first shot had been fired.
The grenade went off almost as soon as he'd landed. The whale seemed to jerk and dip lower, as if struck from above. It rolled onto its side, its right pectoral fin carved neatly away, trailing a mist of blood through the sky.
Payback turned away from the sight and examined the deck. Stacks of dead clowns, one of which acting as a makeshift seat for Silver.
White and Grey were standing near the railing, the captain of the ship grinning from ear to ear and wiping away bloody streaks from his face and hair.
Black was busying himself with corpse removal, hefting and throwing dead bodies overboard.
Payback looked himself over to make sure he hadn't lost any of his toys while he was working. After finding that everything was in place, he walked over to White and stared at him.
He reached out and caught White with a staggeringly sharp slap on the back. White hissed and stumbled, squinting again.
"Ow s**t....That's what I do to people? Man, forget that!"
Payback laughed and shook his head, dropping down onto the deck and relaxing.
"Well...It's a glorious day, the sky is bright, and I'm several bags of gold richer. Let's go home, y'righteous bastards. And I'm buying the booze."
This was met with a cheer from Black and Silver, and a laugh from Grey.
Payback stared up into the sky and sighed softly, reaching up and tugging his mask off. The cool air on his face and the bright sun above. A fantastic day to be alive.
Sometimes I wonder......Why I'd ever do anything else.End.
