[color=8493ca][center][h3]Moon Rider[/h3][/center][/color]
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The Black King lowered her weapon, seeing that this Smitten Kitten wanted to talk. Well, she would have wished that these were under better circumstances but perhaps having a full-scale battle in the backdrop was the perfect time to do so. So she disignited her lightsaber and held it by her hip, waiting patiently for Kitten to announce what she wanted.

As she did so, a range of emotions flitted across Moon Rider’s face: anger, outrage, and perhaps a little bit of understanding. When Kitten finished, Moon Rider took the time to channel her words and gather her breath. It would be easier…so much easier to just cut this fool down.

This fool, who knew nothing of her, nothing of her history with the Black Guild, nothing in general…but she would not lash out. Unlike a certain White King, she would choose to listen to this soul who dared to face her. After all, Kitten was only a Level 1. That fact alone was enough to draw in Moon Rider’s attention.

[color=8493ca]“No…No I’m sorry. But I don’t remember Onyx Fox,”[/color] she began evenly.[color=8493ca] “In the past, your description of the Strykers was accurate. We were a Guild who chose to accept all Players, especially those who felt like they belonged nowhere else. That is why we were mainly composed of former Outlaws and Players with no affiliation.”[/color]

Moon Rider crossed her arms and sighed. By the gleam in her eyes, it was obvious to see that her mind was carried back to a time long past, seeing faces that only she could remember. Time in the gaming world and the real one felt so diverged that often, one’s Avatar really became their IRL self.

[color=8493ca]“I was like you in that time. A low level Player with nothing much to accomplish. I remember your friend’s name but not her face. My ways didn’t change; I was a loner back then as I am now. Despite that, our Guild was strong. Stronger than most in part of our leader. The one who guided us…and destroyed us. When he disbanded the Strykers, chaos and mutiny threatened to overwhelm everyone…and I was left to pick up the pieces.”[/color]

The Black King raised an eye, wondering why she was even revealing this much to the Player who wanted to end her. But in some way, it felt good to put some ease to these lingering thoughts of hers.

[color=8493ca]“And now we’re here. I can’t speak for the actions of my Guild’s past. What is done was done. But understand that I never would have aligned myself with the likes of the Sweepers if I didn’t have some control. I know I won’t be able to convince you in this conversation alone, but know that I intend to change the future of Deep Ground for the better. The Sweepers are merely a tool for my goals…and like all tools, I will break them if they disobey.”[/color]

Smitten could choose to believe her or not, but the sudden fire in Moon Rider’s eyes was indication that she believed every word she said. It would seem that the sins of her past and of her Guild weighed heavily on the Black King and she was dead set in righting those wrongs…
Moon Rider suddenly ignited her blade and swung it to the side, clutching the hilt at the last moment to keep the purple energy beam at Crimson Outlaw Kisa’s throat. By the fading fire in Moon Rider’s eyes, it was evident that only quick thinking stopped her from killing the other Player on instinct.

[color=8493ca]“Well considering the fact that you’re asking me, I can assume that you’re not an enemy, right?”[/color] she said with a calm voice. [color=8493ca]“Tell me the name of who sent you.”[/color]

Further inside the Black Castle, a certain battle was raging on. This Dovev guy was really starting to get on the Corpse Collector’s nerves, the gunslinger bucking and weaving to avoid his strikes. As he reared up to strike at her throat, she activated another trick up her sleeve. Unaware of Dark Wraith’s tampering, the Hacker grinned as Dovev’s blade went right through her. Snickering, she twirled her guns and leapt away, spinning back to rain bullets down upon him. 

[color=f7941d]“Did I care? Care about what? Dude, I don’t give a fucking care about fucking anything, especially whatever shit fest you’re trying to rant to me about. Now why don’t you shut up and man up you piece of….the fuck?!?”[/color]

Landing a few feet away, Corpse Collector frowned as she fired Death Penalty…but nothing happened. What would ordinarily be Dissolutions, only regular bullets came in place…wait a minute…she tried teleporting, but even that was blocked…that only meant…

[color=f7941d]“That shitty bitch sack,”[/color] she hissed to herself, figuring that only a Sweeper was behind this. And if her employer was right, she had a feeling of which one it was. Thankfully she couldn’t go on a hell raid against Wraith as a car suddenly found itself launched at her face. Hearing the roar of the engine, Corpse Collector ducked and rolled out of the way as someone from the…Green Guild had arrived. Green…Guild…

[color=f7941d]“You…You’re fucking serious right? First some cheap croak going on about something I did and now a wannabe record player? Oh…ohohoho…I think I’m going to fucking kill you all free of charge, the Moon Bitch included,”[/color] Corpse Collector said with trembling rage in her voice, aiming both guns at Dovev and Jukebox.

[color=f7941d]“And your blood is all the pay I’ll ever need.”[/color]
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