A chugging of a rusty old ship rumbles through the air. Its loose pieces of metal rattle as the ship slows, descending onto a clearing in a dark forest. The doors open, revealing Krucko and LoBo.
Blanco appears from high up in a grand oak tree. He knew that rustbucket's noise from a mile away. He jumps down with a smile on his face, finally, some people who he could trust.
"There he is! My little crew member! Boy have you got a story to tell, don't 'cha...", Krucko says with a huge smile. LoBo looks over at Blanco with a nervous smile. Something seemed... off about LoBo.
Blanco walks over to them, but stays on guard. He knows what Krucko's like, any chance at a money grab, he will take it.
"...How did you... find me?" Blanco asks quietly.
"HAHAHAHAAA! You do make me laugh mate, honestly, you could be a comedian you! Would you think I would see the King's interest and just let you go off on your merry way... no way mate." Krucko taps on a small rectangular device that has a flashing red light on what looks like a digital map.
"I put a tracker on ya."
Blanco stops. "A... tracker?"
"Woah woah woah there mate calm down! You can't blame me for being curious! I wanted to see where the King would take you, to be honest mate. Now come over here and let's get you some grub and a nice pint or somethin..." Krucko says, with a tiny bit of shakiness in his voice.
LoBo keeps his eyes on the ground, not saying a word.
Blanco places his hand on his hat.
"I... I have a feeling you're going to tun me in, Krucko...", Blanco says, with his eyes switching back and forth between LoBo and Krucko.
"Wha... Whaaaaaattt! How dare ya accuse me of that! Ya know me mate, we've been pals since... well ages aint we? Who do you think I am mate??", Krucko says, now with his hands suspiciously reaching towards his belt.
Blanco takes off his hat and pulls his arm back, ready to launch it in their direction.
"I KNOW EXACTLY WHO YOU ARE, KRUCKO!", Blanco shouts, now panting with mixed emotions, realising the betrayal of his supposed crewmates.
LoBo finally looks up at Blanco. His eyes are swelling up with tears.
Krucko's chuckles. "I've never seen a bounty as big as the one on your head, kid! 3 Billion Barakks for a scrawny kid like you? Easy money, mate. Now shut it and get in my ship, otherwise, I'll have to turn you in dead and I do not wanna half my money."
Krucko swings out his giant gold and wooden Meta-Buss, a customized fully auto blunderbuss that can rip apart skin in the blink of an eye with its spiked pellets.
LoBo screams. Krucko presses the trigger with a roar. Blanco leaps into the trees. He hops from tree to tree like a chimpanzee on crack, using the thick leaves and shadows of the dark forest for cover.
"C'MON LOBO YOU WIMPY SOD! GET IN DA SHIP NOWWW!", Krucko drags a sobbing LoBo into the ship, getting into the pilot seat and starting up the crackling engines.
"WHEEL UP THOSE CANONS MY GOOD SIR! LET'S LIGHT THIS SHITTY FOREST UP!", LoBo still wailing spins a wheel rapidly, revealing two old-school MG42 machine guns from the sides of the ship. Krucko slams on the firing trigger, laughing manically as he swings them from side to side, cutting down trees like a hot knife through butter.
Blanco moves at an unhuman speed between each tree, with Krucko's ship closing in on his location. He had to go faster. Those bullets will eat him up if he doesn't. He thinks hard whilst jumping, racking his brain for a way out of this nightmare.
The bullets get closer and closer. Blanco can feel the heat of the whistling metal shells whipping past his ankles. He needed something to happen. Anything at all...
CRASH!!!!
A giant boom of an engine exploding roars in the air. Blanco, shaken by the sudden boom, misses his step and tumbles down, slamming aggressively onto the mudded ground. His hat floats down, landing on his chest as he lies there in agony.
He hears screams of presumably Krucko and LoBo as his head spins. He hears shouts and gunfire, there must be more people there... surely? A blackness comes over his eyes... more and more.. until all he can see is darkness. He was out cold.
3004. The fragments are at each other's necks. Since the 'Great Shatter' of 2025, Earth was split into 6 fragments run by 6 factions; Kingdom of Barania, Hypendor Federation, Kingdom of Lashivo, Republic of Prosopon, The Glacier and Golden Hell.
We follow a lowly pirate of the dishonourable Krucko Crew as he finds his way in this new life.
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