Day One: Early Morning

[Retane]

The mercenarey looked down at the corpse. He turned to Tapion, who held a weak, yet stern face. Did it pain the Konat to betray a stranger?

The mercenary looked down at the lifless body of the violet android, confused about what to do next. He knelt down and turned his dead victim over, looking at his face. A look of surprise and shock was set on his visage and the renegade could only give a sigh. He looked back to the Konat who only offered a shrug.

The rogue's emerald hand ran across the sharp nail that protruded out of the humanoids forehead. He brought his fingers to his mouth and tasted it. A mixture of oil and blood. Fifteen had been like he had thought, an android. The nameks eyes quickly darted to the back that lay near it's prey. Quickly, the mercenary brought his own bag to rest infront of him as well as the 'droids.

Tapion tossed his own to the merc, understanding that Retane planned to loot his foe. Quickly, the slug tossed all the bread into Tapions brown backpack and added an extra canteen of water. The Compass, map and other canteen was set into Retane's own cap, leaving the prey's bag empty. The namekian tossed the elish-like warrior, his bag back and offered a freindly-ish smile, telling him that he would protect his allies.

The renegade turned to the open emtpy sack and looked back to Fifteen. His eyes laid upon the guantlet that was lit up upon his wrist. Grabbing it, he pulled it close to his face to observe it.

"Battle Charger", the Konat answered, confirming Retane's thought.

Standing up and putting his black boot to the androids chest, the mercenary yanked and jerked on the mechanical arm unil a sickening rip brought the assassin to his ass. The namek, ignoring his shame, looked at the amputated arm and unclapsed the gauntlet.

"You could have done that in the first place."

Retane ignored the comment understanding that Tapion wished to move on from the sight. Thinking perhaps it was a rather smart idea. But the mercenary wasn't done. He crawled back to Fifteen, and with a quick movement, he slid his hand into the violet neck, tearing metal and wiring as he went. As his hand massed the back of the flesh, he wrenched his hand so that the head ripped off and rolled a bit.

Grabbing the severed head and stuffing it into the empty pack, he stood up, with both packs on his shoulders, nodding to Tapion and placing the charger on his free arm, letting Tapion know that he was ready to move on.