Two Old Friends

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Two Old Friends

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Ling stood on a hill at the edge of the woods of New Haven. His hands were in his pockets and his spiked red hair was swaying slightly in the breeze. His blue eyes looked lazily over the Separatist encampment and he wondered, not for the first time, how much longer Ceraas would take to disable the makeshift security system the separatists had set up.

“A good sniper can spot a lit cigarette from a mile away…� Ling muttered quoting Ceraas. “It doesn’t change the damn fact that I want one.�

“It‘s done. Make your move.� Ceraas’ voice came over the small com unit in Ling‘s ear.

“ ’bout time.� Ling said, popping a cigarette into his mouth. He snapped his fingers conjuring a small flame at his fingertip and lighting the cigarette. Ling took a long drag and took off at a run down the hill straight for the separatist camp.

The first three guards barely had time to scream before they were ended. Three soft thumps found three rather large orange crystal shards in their chests and abdomens. Three large explosions announced Ling’s entrance into the camp and the end of the three separatists’ lives. Ling strode through the resulting cloud of smoke and debris, flames extending from his hands to his elbows and an unnatural glow in his eyes. Every step forward left a flaming outline his footprint.

“Explosions now?� Ling’s com screamed at him. “What was the point of disabling the alarm system in the first place?�

“You tell me.� Ling said nonchalantly as he tossed a fireball into a nearby separatist. “That was your idea not mine.�

“You‘re going to get us killed one of these days.� Ceraas said over the com. Ling thrust his arms forward and brought them around rapidly in a semicircle. With this motion came a wall of flame in front of him that quickly solidified. This wall came not a moment too soon for the separatists had reorganized to a small extent and were mounting a counteroffensive. In fact, the wall had no sooner solidified than deflected a hail of incoming gunfire.

“Calm down, it‘s not like we cant handle-� Ling was cut off by the explosion of the wall he had just created and a slight case of being thrown into the wall of a nearby building. Ling didn’t hear Ceraas’ muffled gunshot over the loud ringing in his ears. All he knew was one moment a rather fuzzy figure was reloading a RPG not very far in front of him and the next moment the ground shook again and the fuzzy man was no longer there.

Ling was still wondering where the fuzzy man went and what that orange flash was when a foot collided with the side of his head. Ling jerked back to reality as he was tossed through a nearby window followed closely by Ceraas. Ling landed hard on his back forcing the air out of his lungs as Ceraas rolled smoothly to his feet and fired two shots out the door into two separatists.

“Idiot!� Ceraas roared at Ling “What did I tell you?�

“Something about getting us killed.� Ling retorted. “Doesn‘t look like that‘s happened yet.�

“Whatever, Lets just finish this.�

With that, the two of them moved out of the building, guns and fire blazing through the night. Moving from building to building, they set fire to the makeshift structures and killed all who offered resistance. Within a matter of hours the entire separatist camp was either in flames or ruins.

“Not a bad night‘s work, if I do say so myself� Ling said.

“Sure.� Ceraas said. “If you discount the little setback you had at the start.�

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“Setbacks…� Ceraas muttered to himself coming back to the present. “You were always full of them Ling… but this is something new.�

Ceraas and Ling had left the military three years ago when the war with the separatist had ended. The union of technology and magic had been preserved and the evil wishing to destroy it had itself been destroyed. Well, that was the official propaganda anyway. Ceraas had never really understood why they had rebelled. To tell the truth, he didn’t really have time to care anymore. Tracking Ling down was eating up most of his time. Since the war had ended, Ling had become lost. Without an enemy to kill he turned to crime, quickly rising through the ranks due to his aptitude for destructive magic and his usual ruthlessness.

One of the greatest heroes of the separation war turning to crime. Now that was not something the ruling body could have happening. So, they had sent Ceraas to end Ling’s “little crime spree� as the official had stated. Normally, Ceraas would have told them to go to hell and exactly where they could stick the money they were offering him. But they were right in one respect; Ling had to be stopped and there was nobody else left alive after the war who could stop him. So, Ceraas had agreed grudgingly and set off to track his old friend down.

They had finally come face to face in an old warehouse on the outskirts of Hitori city. To be more precise they had come face to face on top of that warehouse. After Ceraas had quietly dispatched of Ling’s minions on the first floor he had attempted to talk Ling out of the life of crime he had been leading since the end of the war. Naturally, this plan had backfired. Ceraas had never really agreed with Ling on much and hadn’t been able to reason with him so far, it wasn’t a surprise that nothing had really changed.

The battle had been intense. Bullets and magic flying this way and that. Ceraas’ cunning, gadgets, and minor magical abilities against Ling’s ruthlessness and overpowering magical might. Pieces of the building were blown apart, explosions were rattling its foundations and most of it was on fire. Both combatants were taking heavy amounts of damage and it seemed that the battle could go either way when the roof collapsed underneath the two. Fortunately for Ceraas the overtaxed protective features in the stealth combat skin he wore had enough juice to keep him conscious after the fall. Ling however wasn’t as lucky and was knocked unconscious as soon as he hit the ground.

With an effort of will, Ceraas recovered his footing. His pistol was heavy in his hand as he struggled forward towards Ling‘s unconscious body, each step forward a grueling test of stamina and determination. Ceraas was bleeding from any number of gashes, lacerations and burns that covered his battered body. The tight fitting combat skin he wore was ragged and burnt; the active camouflage features were damaged beyond repair and the magical stones that kept his protective features working were overloaded and cracked. A small trickle of blood flowed down his arm and along the gun, around the sights and falling from the barrel. With the last bits of his failing strength he pulled the gun up slightly, pointing it at Ling’s head.

Click.
Boom.

“It‘s over…� Ceraas breathed as he collapsed next to Ling. “Sorry old friend.�



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I need your full name and your permission to illustrate this.

EDIT: Oh gay, he last logged in over six months ago.
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