[D] Outland moves on to Aztec Tower

[Minoshia]

The young Dante soldier had heard the rumors, the stories and the dares. As he stood outside the Lieutenant?s cottage everything he had heard in the past few days flooded back to him with tremendous recollection. The small cabin was a safe distance from the Aztec tower that was currently under siege by the men of Dante Force. The blonde humanoid shook as he raised his hand to knock on the door, the sounds of screaming and laughter were almost echoed out by the sounds of rattling chains and what seemed to be power tools.

He?d heard the tales, whether they are myth or truth had been left for him to decide, and from what he heard going on inside the cabin, he leaned towards truth. Stories of the lieutenant tearing people in half, shredding their flesh and licking their blood. Of beheadings and executions of innocent people, keeping their body parts as prizes. His reputation as a ruthless force of evil had spread through the Dante camp, perhaps the most unsettling bit was that the lieutenant was a youth. This had all led up to a series of fireside dares. Privates and other younger soldiers throwing money into a pool for whoever would sneak into the officer?s cabin while he was asleep. Every time a new soldier arose to the occasion and crept to the door. As he approached his pace slowed, before he eventually froze and a terrible expression passed over the face of the soldier, who tucked tail and ran back to the fire. It had happened almost nightly, and now he stood in front of the cabin, expected to deliver a message to the disturbed child of darkness.

The young blond private wrapped his hand on the door three times. Immediately, as if on instinct, all the noise inside the cottage stopped. After a few moments of hesitation, the messenger heard slithering creaks approach the door, which he assumed to be the cautious feet of the lieutenant. With a quick slam, a small shutter opened up and the dark eyes of the child stared through the small peephole.

?State your name and purpose.? Minoshia grunted, sounding severely annoyed at the disruption. His eyes twitched slightly at the sight of the scared blonde humanoid, his body trembling and his lips oscillating like flopping Jell-O as he tried to speak.

?P-P-Private P-Paulson, Sir!? The man sighed, trying to regain his composure, which actually worked quite well considering his previous mortal terror. ?Delivering a message, sir.?

The peephole slammed shut, and after a series of locks snapped back the door slowly creaked open, and the sound of Minoshia walking away was a signal for the private to come inside. With little hesitation, the young man sneaked quietly through the door and immediately almost fell on his ass and screamed. He held back the gurgling scream that occupied his throat as he looked at what the Konatsa-jin had been doing. At the sound of the gasp, the prince shot his head back, and the private immediately regained his composure and shot into an upright position.

Two chains hung from the ceiling, and two shackles were connected to the floor. A large metallic man with ?Bradley? scribbled on the left side of his chest hung loosely from the series of restraints. His robotic legs were limp and all the tension was placed on his hanging arms. Oil and other mechanical liquid leaked from numerous places on his body. Lying on a table beside him were numerous drills, knives and saws presumably used for torturing a robot.

Wiping oil off his hands the Konat became very irritated at the private?s interest in his personal work. ?The message?? he stated with an obvious hint of impatience.

?Oh? yes Sir! The battle for Aztec Tower is commencing sir, and your presence is needed on the front!? The Private lifted his hand in salute, and Minoshia chuckled, rolling his eyes and waving the man?s seriousness off. The Konat then immediately, and quite randomly, jerked his head up from his work and shot his blood red eyes at the private.

?Leave.? He demanded sternly, and the young soldier scuttled from the cabin, nearly falling in the snowfall outside. Throwing a small chip on the table, Minoshia quickly closed the hatch on the top of the robot?s skull. After hours of torturing before the beastly machine slipped off into some sort of sleep mode, he finally was able to do what he was trying to achieve, remove the ?Intelligence? chip from it?s artificial brain, taking away it?s ability to think for itself, and thus becoming a personal servant for it?s new master.

Minoshia unshackled the robot and lifted the power drill to its neck, turning it on and causing several wires to spark. The machine awoke immediately, crying out in pain. It seemed the nerves to these droids lay in the wires. Minoshia grabbed the only chain he didn?t disconnect, a semi-long steel chain attached to the robot?s neck. The Prince then left the cabin and walked out into the street, moving quickly towards Aztec Tower, Bradley walking in mindlessly in toe.


"Bulma! Where are you?" Minoshia yelled aimlessly into the streets, looking for his new companion.