*The ice of the cloud slowly passes by as Bret simply looks out into the vast wonder known as the Islay Ice field...With each moment passing, he thinks to himself on the coming storm before him....Out of the corner of his eye, he watches as three Brigand ships leave the docks of Islay, passing by the observation window with a thuderous rumble*
Bret: One...Two...Three....Wait..Wasn't there four ships?...
*Within that moment, the door of the darkened room slides open revealing a dark shadow draped across the floor...
Vulpe: Oui...Right here...
*The sound of each word refuses to make Bret turn as Vulpe begins to head for the window, each step sounding off the sharpened claws against the hard steel of the floor*
Bret: I'm surprised that you decided to seek me out...What made you go against your..."Lord's "...orders? Vulpe: I wanted to see if the records of my creation were true...Looks as if the data was correct...
*Vulpe continues his walk toward Bret, however strangely enough, he simply stands beside him, looking out the window with folded arms*
Vulpe: Sirius has its wonders non?...Even this field of ice has its mysteries... Bret: Why the hell did you come here?... Vulpe: You know...A kusarian once told me a strange poem..."The tiger's eyes are like moi own"...Then I ended up killing him before he finished...
*With a low growl, Bret raises his arm cannon to the side of Vulpe's face, a deep glimmer of hatred in his eyes as the barrel begins to charge*
Bret: You should be dead right now if it wasn't for your damned Lord talking all nice with the Gaians...And you shouldn't even exist in the first place if I hadn't gone to that hell hole called Gallia...
*Bret looks behind him as he feels a sharp pinch in the back of his neck, his eyes turning for a moment as he notices a blade from Vulpe's tail clutched against him...A few moment pass as they both stare at each other, neither one backing down from what could be their last moments alive*
Vulpe: Don take me for a jester in the Royalist courts...I knew very well the risks in to coming here...As did you when you entered Gallia...And I am very well prepared to die right now to ease the trouble of my Lord in the future...
*With a deep breath, Bret begins to lower his arm, turning off the power from his cannon as Vulpe returns the favor, removing the blade from his neck
Bret: Unfortunately I do have something to live for...My child will be in this world soon and I'm afraid that having it grow up without a father is not acceptable to me...And my wife would never forgive me for dying to something like you... Vulpe: I see....Iet seems that I did not inherit the comfortable likeness of you when iet comes to women...I suppose I shall 'ave to try harder then... Bret: I feel sorry for the woman that ever has your spawn.... Vulpe: You 'onor moi...
*With a bow, Vulpe begins to turn and face back towards the door, pausing a moment as he keeps his back to Bret*
Vulpe: Pray that the next time we see each other, iet goes as well as our meeting here...
*Bret simply keeps quiet as Vulpe leaves, the room once again becoming dark and filled with the previous silence*
Bret: I assure you...It wont...
==END OF TRANSMISSION==
-"If we do not learn at least one thing a day....Our minds turn to stupor"- Kyle Sparrgrove -2005
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