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Just For Kicks

Earth…cold and unforgiving in a universe of horrors and a time of savagery. Glaciers and ice drifts cover the wastelands of this once fertile sphere. It is a place ruled from a far; yet granted a puppet king to keep its peace. A peace that is at the dawn of its end as a new king has awakened. A ruler from the past great age of man resurrected as a god. A deity not of love or forgiveness but one of blood and destruction. It was the power of blood that made him what he was and his will to destroy his true power; yet to rule one must first conquer…to conquer sometimes one must first bleed.

No! She would not bend to his will, she would not bow to her knew ruler she behaved as though she did not know him at all. Rex soon began to believe that she in fact had no clue as to who he was and with a few more kicks to his skull nor did she care. Fortunately for Rex his blood is laced with micro-bio-bots, extremely expensive microscopic medical units programmed to map, repair and maintain him. These germ size robots are designed to evolve to grow in knowledge as its host grows, to heal complex wounds, analyze and problem solve new diseases to insure long life. Life that the magsee warrioress Agissa attempts to stamp out.

Their can be no more of this "Rex thinks to himself ", I must force her to submission I must break her spirit, she must know that my power is unbreachable and that she and all those who exist do so to serve me".unfortunately for Rex teaching his new subject would take far more time and pain than to simply retreat; yet every step he takes to flee she pursues, corners, and connects. Rex soon began to lose his desire to tame the vixen and sought to now evade. A task she would not allow him. It became quite apparent that she wanted him dead. This was something Rex could not allow; he loved himself far too much for that...in fact he could not think of anyone he loved more. The solution was simple, if he were to survive this he would have to fight her for the man that he loved.

Rex, not being unskilled himself, poised for battled, then struck...to a miss, then again and again missing his target. It was obvious to both combatants that he was losing. He had but one recourse left...The fake and bait. We all know the fake and bait or at least have seen it. You take a hit and you go down screaming (for affect) you look up trembling as your tearing eyes quiver,a sign that all the fight has been whip out of you, then you beg for mercy to throw them off with false self confidence...Then you jump up and kick'em in the kisser.

Being the grand master of the "fake and bait" technique Rex had no problem dispatching his foe; however he ran into another problem during his escape. Rex had no idea they were even there. They must have been watching for some time, Rex and their magsee sister enthralled in the passion of combat. He assumed they were not pleased by her sudden defeat as his jaw shattered from one foot and his skull crunched from another. The beating was savage. They taunted and teased him as though he were an animal. Hate played across their faces and the joy of blood lust danced in their movement. He was a beast for the slaughter...nothing more. The faces of rage soon turned to perplex and bewilderment. Rex knew just as they, he should have been dead by now. Being a professional opportunist he took advantage of the lull to switch tactic to "the break and run” one of his least favorite but most effective solutions to a problem. He ran as though his life depended on it though he knew he should have been dead from his first hostile encounter even with his biobots. Somehow they had saved him...repaired him as soon as he was injured, they may have even reinforced him after each blow. They were in someway different and now so was he. To what extent he did not know.

Bosses Burden

She said she was there to help, she claimed she knew who he was. Rex was too exhausted to disbelieve and in too much pain to doubt. She took him deep within the tunnels of klimbooreg. These ancient waterways had dried up long ago. Few new their way through the labyrith that stretched hundreds of miles beneath the earth. Their were fewer who would risk traveling the dangerous routes that were known. But for Carrissa their was no choice. Like Memmon she to was a Bossee militant, sworn to establish a new earth under the gods of trudeaux. Carrissa was Memmons contact in klimbooreg. They were to rendezvous, where Memmon was to be given her next orders, but it was too late for that now. Carrissa would have to take Rex the destroyer to safety until he was strong enough to bring about the third holocaust; however Rex as usual had other plans. They had taken his weapon, clothing and pride. He wanted two out of three returned to him at the least. Carrissa begged her master not to return. His things would not be where he had left them. The magsee would be taking them far to the south where it is still warm, to the great city of mugmagreg. In this metropolis rest the seat of global power atop the spire of mankind where the Mugghee king Tewa the fifth and his court would be given Rex's belongings for investigation.

For Rex this simply would not do. He did not care if this Tewa the fifth was king or dog catcher, no one should be playing with his property but himself. He shuttered in revolution at the thought of this king touching his weapon. After all, A man touching another mans weapon is an absolute deviances. Rex felt violated, naked and defenseless without his articles. He could take the thought of it no more; He commanded that the bossee Carrissa take him to this city to face this mugghee. "I've been defiled "screamed Rex. He wanted satisfaction from Tewa. He wanted him on his knees at the end of his weapon begging for the end from long torturous pain.

Carrissa stared blankly into her masters eyes, her mouth slightly cracked in disbelief. She unlike Rex knew that the city would have a million magsee strong, that the tower was unclimbable and could only be entered by air, that genetically created eunuchs guarded the top and that inside was a Rooboonootelum administrative guardian. Still she knew she must obey; hence began their journey to complete the impossible.

Fear of Falling

Carrissa had avoided the magsee by staying to the tunnels for travel. She found it odd that they had not run into other dangers along the way. The underground passages are filled with carnivorous animals and people, but the gods were apparently on their side so no true danger was found.

Rex realized from his view of the tower he had bitten off more than he could chew. He would have to climb the tower to get his belongings, but were they worth it. Then the thoughts came back...Tewa despoiling his weapon, cuddling into his coat, and slipping his fingers deep into his gloves. Rex became enraged with jealousy and envy. If he had to climb to space itself he would have his artifacts.

Rex was the more angrier when he reached the top. The climb had been too far and the rock too cold. He would have to harvest this contempt for his new foe Tewa. A king will be heavily guarded he thought to himself, even one so high above any danger. "Creep and sneak" was not one of Rex's strongest tactics. He would have to take his time and be extra careful if he was to make it into the mugghees fortress, but he soon realized he was not alone. Naked little men were watching him from the shadows. He moved in and between walls and they followed, around corners and they followed, down hallways and still they were there and through shadows to finally find himself lost. As he looked about him he could see that he was in a maze. It appeared to be some kind of security labyrith and that wasn't the worst of it ...their were things in here with him.

It was a nightmare, this scene of obscenity, even a transgender or transvestite would have been preferable than this. No! There was no fun in this at all.

It was as though he could sense each eunuch attempting to stalk him.

It was his microbiobots working overtime again. They compensated to match his attackers, but how was the question. They were not originally programmed to do so; yet they were designed to learn...could they have learned so much within 500 years and if so what else do they now know.

SugarDaddy

Rex finally found a way into the king’s fortress and a welcomed break from his pursuers. The dwelling was dark and gloomy. Decor was so sparce that one would barely think anyone lived in the place. Their was the occassional stirring of the begghee outside and the distant foot steps of magsee, but no real inner defenses. Rex thought perhaps the climb,the maze,and little blue naked molesters was all they believed he needed to keep himself from harm. How wrong the king would be if Rex could ever find him.

The interior seemed to be yet another twisting maze of corridors and hallways with only a few rooms every so often. Once again Rex was lost. This strange form of security did have some merit,but Rex speculated once he was king their would be some improvements, more inner security and no naked men (transvestites excluded).

It did not take him long to find his belongings laid scattered in a small corner room. They had obviously been rushed to the king , but appeared unviewed. Rex deduced that the king may not even be in the fortress, but on his way back to inspect the ill gotten goods. He could waste no time he must prepare for the kings return and to welcome him in full Rex style.

He dressed himself in other artifacts that lay around. His coat had been dissected for some reason; therefore he slipped into what ever he could find. He grabs his weapon with the joy of a child receiving their first gift. A master he was again. Let this king now come and wonder why he must die, Rex wanting to explain with the heel of his foot. The Mugghee would pay for the wild magsee amazon attacks, mile high cold climbs, and naked molesting abominations.

The wicked being draped in darkness seemed to glide across the floor, moving silently behind Rex to take its strike. The Rooboonootelum grabbed it’s pray as though it were a rabbit, picking up Rex as if to inspect him. Hot; however was Rex's blood and his anger filled and flowing over. He would not let this monstrosity disrespect him in such a way.

The heir of Trudeaux fought back with all that he had, but it seemed not to be enough. His microbiobots began to reinforce him; yet it was not enough. He fought "street gang dirty"...it was not enough. The stronger Rex became the stronger it became. Some how it was feeding off of his energy. This was obviously the Mack Daddy of all abominations. It would not bleed, tire, or stop. In fact it appeared to be enjoying it self. Rex new he had to cheat and he had to do it fast. He could not keep up with this competition.

The king was very displeased when he returned to the spire. It had been infiltrated, burned and its master murdered. Tewa was only a ceremonial ruler of the people. His power rested with the mugmagsee and the rooboonootelum administrator, who now lay dead. This would not set well with Kreg Ny, she would be curious as to how her appointed official to earth had been slaughtered right in the very place no one could have done so. Kreg Ny was extremely intolerant to sedition. It would not be beyond her to issue a reprimand bombing of the planets entire surface.

The killer would have to be found at all cost and as discreetly as possible. Some ones head would have to roll for this derision, Tewa would have to find someone or risk losing his own.

Enough blood had been found for Tewa to devise a plan of retrieval for the assassin. He would call upon his geneticist to aid in this hunt. They would reconstruct this criminal so that he could see his enemy and look for himself on the face of death.