The Admiral's Guest

[X-Vlad]

As the guards shifted positions, one moving behind to hold his arms while the other unslung his nightstick, Vlad sprang upright, and with incedible swiftness threw the rearmost guard into the bulkhead. As the guards skull snapped back, a fist blew his teeth through his brain, and he slumped to the floor, blood streaming from his ruined face.

As he faced the other, suddenly cautious guard, he stretched to his full 6'3" height, and let out a laconic yawn. "So... do you like your teeth the way they are? Don't see why, but some people get attached to them..."

The guard reached for his slung pistol, but as his hand reached the worn grip, a dusty boot caught him right in the... belt, and doubled him over in a heap. After a few more blows to the head, Vlad rose, pistol in hand, and faced the door, all 230 pounds of him poised for whatever happened next. A muscle twitched in his forehead, signalling the beginning of his cardamine withdrawl.

'So.. the Admiral likes being on top, does she? Have to correct that situation....'

With a Flash-whup! the door sprang open, and a squad of heavily armoured Black Legionaires roared into the cell. Vlad dropped the pistol, and sprang back, watching in horror as a Black-Clad figure swept in, and a gravelly voice bellowed, "What is this piece of filth still doing, breathing Rheinland's AIR?"

Admiral Krieg had arrived.

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