
From: Don Varnell

                         The Saga of Gregor

      The old Warrior sat with his back to the wall in the old
ruins, listening to the sounds of the monsters as they stirred just out
of the light of his small fire. As he sat there drinking his hot drink,
he thought back over the years of wandering and fighting in the  wastelands,
thinking about how satisfying life had been since he had
become a  warrior.

     In the beginning there had been his oldest son with him, but
he had been killed in some wasteland battle. Some of the older
warriors still mentioned him, though, in the stories that were told when
old warriors  happened to meet. Slumper had been one of the best, it was
said.  Even  now with all the new warriors coming up, he had very few
peers.  Maybe in a few years, Hawk would come up to Slumper's skill. At
least Hawk had the mental meanness and almost the skill that Slumper had.

    Suprax, well, what could you say about Suprax??  Probably
the meanest female warrior in the universe. She was praised many
times for her skill and warriors attitude. Many of the people praising
her  not  even knowing she was a female.

     Then, of course, back in the old days, was Gregor.  The
mightiest of them all, he had just disappeared. What had happened to
him?? As the old warrior thought of Gregor, he thought also of the
time Hawk was just starting the warrior life. That was about the time
that Gregor had disappeared.
    Gregor had been an old man when he began the life of a warrior, but  it
hadn't deterred him.  Even then his eye-sight was failing and
his reflexes were slowing down, but he had the heart and soul of a
WARRIOR.  With Slumper by his side, he had killed many monsters and 
Hydrites.  He  told the story once of the first time he had met a
Dredvault. How the fear gripped his bowels at the sight of such a monster.
They fought and fought for hours it seemed, and his Tevix-Bahn was almost
out of ammo when the Dredvault finally died. That was a long time ago,
but it seemed like yesterday.

     As he continued reminiscing, he thought of all the traitors
that Gregor had to face. The many who called themselves warriors, but
were nothing but monsters in the guise of warriors. One that called
himself Hoops, but was renamed Herpes because he was a disease on the
wastelands.  Others like Herpes who killed new warriors who happened to
find themselves out in the wasteland with minimal weaponry; or who
happened to be wounded fighting a legitimate monster, but these sores on
the face of  humanity would come around and strip them, leaving them
defenseless and helpless in the wastelands. Then they would go scooting
back to the  complex to hide in safety and brag about their mighty deeds
to  the poor, weak souls who were frightened by the sounds and sights of
the monsters.

    Thinking back to the time when Gregor disappeared, he  remembered the way
the weak and traitorous would quake and disappear when
Gregor  came on  the scene.
Then after his disappearance, the jackals started showing  back up not
realizing that Gregor would shortly re-appear. Chuckling quietly to himself 
the old warrior remembered when Krackpot appeared on the scene. Not knowing
who he was, the  jackals and sores on humanity started their old
pernicious ways.  What a surprise to them when this new warrior took up
the ways of Gregor.  Thinking  him to be a new, inexperienced warrior,
they tried to do to him what  they were  used to doing to the sick, and
the inexperienced, unaware of his skill and cruelty. For he was cruel to
all who sought out the new warriors and  tried to destroy them.

The Saga continues....................


The Main Complex...
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