
                        RETRIBUTION

PART 1 BY THE CHOIR BOYZ TEAM......................


The lonely figure walked up the dusty road to the Complex.
His gait was somehow familiar but the visitor was not close
enough for Scorpio to make a definite identification. Two
hundred yards out, he could make out the worn Shezvarin armor
and the Tevix-Bahn that the new-comer was carrying in his left
hand.  "Well, it's not Hydrite chow", mumbled Scorpio to
himself, using a rather derogatory term that the other members
of the HX Force used for raw recruits. As the visitor neared
the watch tower of the Complex, his wavy black hair and
distinctive moustache triggered a memory.  "Slayer! Hey
people, it's Slayer!", Scorpio screamed as he slammed his fist
against the Complex intercom system.  He was particularly
happy to see his old squad leader.  Slayer had contracted a
rare disease in the Pangaea Terrain and had been left behind
under the care of the Complex surgeon there.  "Long time, no
see, you old son of a Shockel."  The muzzle of Slayer's Z-
Tempest flicked a rare glint of sunlight into the eyes of the
young man in the watch tower as he lifted his head upward to
see who was hailing him.  "And how are you, you red-headed Rad
Worm?", Slayer bellowed from the well worn trail that led to
the main Complex gate.  Two months in the hospital had taken
its toll on the veteran warrior. "Pronounced Modemitis" was
what the Complex quacks had called it.  Slayer did not care
what it was called, he just wanted it to be gone.  The disease
had caused him to lapse into total unconsciousness at the most
inopportune times and without warning.  They said that they
had corrected the problem, but he was still uneasy and even a
bit apprehensive in his ability to carry out his duties. Time
would tell. "Get up here and tell me of your vacation,"
Scorpio squawked as he threw open the main gate's locking
mechanism.

The other recruits had not heard Scorpio's page and were
continuing with whatever activities they were engaged in.
Scarecrow had heard the excited voice of his tower guard from
the medical facility speaker but was unable to understand the
shrills that emitted from the rusty device.  "Bane, I thought
I asked you to repair that infernal speaker in the med fac!",
He scowled as he exited the west end of the Complex to see
what the commotion was about.  He was hoping it wasn't another
Hydrite raid. They were still recovering from the little party
that Overkill threw for them the night before. Bane shuddered
at the fierceness in Scarecrow's voice and concluded that all
was not going well for the two recruits whose fate lie in the
hands of the new intern that was shipped in from the Qibwaai
Terrain.  Deciding that discretion was the better part of
valor, Bane headed for the supply room to grab a screwdriver
and some wire to partially appease the storm that was rising
in the Complex leader's emotions.

                                Michael Willis
                                Cleve Sanders

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