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Zak

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     Raging flames streaked through the cosmos, painting a bright trail or brilliant oranges, reds, and whites, as a shining comet made its way across the nexus. Stars and warped space flew by rapidly. Cinders peeled away from the fireball as cosmic dust was seared in its wake. The fires burned a path between the stars, no end in sight as they striped the darkness of the void. Suddenly there was an abrupt end in sight. With a thunderous crash, the comet impacted into the side of a much larger asteroid which loomed into its path. Bits of debris and dust flew off the side of the colossal space rock, slowly clearing away to reveal a small crater a few yards long, sitting like a blemish upon its surface. 

     A pile of rocks and dust gave way, floating away with very little gravity to hold them down, In their place emerged a small silhouette. Pushing aside floating boulders and briskly combing bits of dirt from his fiery crimson hair, the smoking heap that was Zak made his way out of the Crater. Normally the smoke came from his lungs but this time it was wafting off his back. Straightening up and pushing small crackling snaps out of his spine, the angel groaned a bit before gazing around at his new location. "Always a wee bit rough those landings..." he Grunted, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand while the other subtly fetched something from beneath his infamous blue coat. 

"I do say sir, you nearly knocked my block off." It was still Zak speaking but he did it from the corner of his mouth while shaking around a certain old robot snipers decapitated head. "Little late fer that, don't ya think captain Socket?" Replied Zak...to himself, or rather to the head. "Oh my! Why are we standing on an asteroid in the middle of nowhere?" Zak's voice for 'Captain Socket' was posh and as proper as he could make it sound through his thick scottish accent. "C'mon captain, use yer head. We're here cause' asteroids can't change direction on their own." Bobbing around with a hallow metallic rattle, Captain Socket seemed discouraged. "Poppycock! What are you going to do about it?" Zak held up a finger to Socket's....where his lips would be if he had any, and gave a reassuring hush. "Ask it politely to move of course..." Captain Socket was carefully tossed onto the ground in a ball of Zak's jacket which drifted down as the now glowing angel flexed one of his arms, slowly rotating and stretching it. "...with explosions!"

     Small specs of light glimmered high in the night sky above the industrialized fortification known as TEP Headquarters, twinkling a bit brighter than the surrounding stars as they seemed to wade amongst them. What started as shooting starts streaking through the distant void soon became a storm of molten rock and flames which rained down from the sky. A series of rumbling impacts exploded into the barren earth of a pale wasteland in view of the TEP HQ, causing subtle tremors to gently rock the ground with each collision. It lasted for several seconds, going off like firecrackers in the distance as a shower of meteors bombarded the wasteland. Before long, it was over, leaving a smoldering field of various sized craters scattered about the land.

     Hefty amounts of smoke and dust billowed into the air for several minutes before the rugged winds cleared them away. Something peeked up from one of the craters, glimmering faintly in the dim hue of starlight. The inanimate gaze of Captain Socket emerged from behind the piles of dirt and rubble that lined the edges of the scarred earth, spinning left to right as if to survey the surroundings. It seemed like the close was clear. At least Zak assumed so considering nothing blew the head out of his hand. From beneath Socket, emerged Zak as he cautiously lifted his own head up to cast a shifting gaze upon the land. "By jove, it appears we aren't being shot!" said Zak, or rather Captain Socket. "Lets see if we can keep it that way." Responded Zak, but as himself this time.

     After about an hour of covertly scouting around, getting lost, backtracking, and some witty head related banter, Zak finally stopped, arriving at a small gravel filled ditch a few dozen meters from the imposing outer walls of the massive TEP installation. His left hand emerged from beneath the billowing folds of his coat, carefully placing a thinly rolled rice paper joint between his lips. "Fer cryin' out loud...I didn't realize there would be so many people with pointy things and guns." Sparks flit from the tip of his right index finger as he brought it up to the end of the joint. "Maybe I should'a packed snacks..." Pale smoke escaped Zak's lungs, getting lost in the winds as he turned and scooted up the side of the ditch, peeking over its edge toward the headquarters. 

     Small firefly like orbs of light began to form in the air around Zak's hands and he held them out in front of his chest. In the blink of an eye, the swarm took off, spreading out and disappearing into the distance in every direction. Some time passed. Light crunching of gravel crackled out as Zak ran his heel back and forth over the pebbles and stones. He was picking shapes out that resembled various common objects. One looked like a slice of bread. Another like a tomato...He was already regretting not packing snacks. He nearly considered sampling one of the stones when he was suddenly stopped by the return of the fluttering orbs he had sent out. A scowl quickly crossed Zak's face as the lights absorbed back into his body. "Bloody hell. It's sealed up tighter than a frozen can o' expired glue...and if I get any closer to those walls to look fer cracks, I'll get spotted fer sure. Pretty sure they'll not be havin' company willingly."

     Then he saw it. Through the memory of one of the luminescent orbs, he spotted something out of place. "Hmm? What's all that then?" Nestled snugly between a sparse thicket of trees near the foot of a mountainous area not to far from the fortress was a collection of out of place boulders. Soil around the stones seemed loose, as apposed to the solid baked earth of the surrounding area. There, hidden in the some mossy weedy overgrowth in the shadow of the looming trees was a mossy metal surface. There was a good chance it was some kind of hatch. "Captain Socket! You never said there was a secret pathway. Ya been holding out on me after all! Everybody knows I'm a big fan o' secret pathways!" Zak flicked the metal cranium of the robot head, or rather Captain Socket, before tactfully making his way out of the ditch and slinking off behind the cover of boulders and dunes toward the mountains.

     Another hour of covertly scouting around, getting lost, backtracking, and some witty head related banter passed before Zak finally found his way to the site his orbs discovered. Pushing past a few leafy shrubs, the fiery haired angel managed to spot the metal surface. "Alright...please don't be a sewer. Please don't be a sewer. Please don't be a sewer." Zak Briskly brushed away some dirt and foliage, running his fingers across the creases in the metals paneling until he felt a jiggle. "Bingo!" With a little rattling, creaking, and just a tad of angelic strength, Zak lifted the large panel, which as he suspected was a hatch. The area beneath it was poorly lit by dim orange lights, causing Zak to have to squint to see what he was in for before jumping in. He rejoiced at the absence of sewage and instead found there to be stairs and caution signs. Some sort of underground emergency exit. "Watch yer head captain Socket, we're goin' in."

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@Lmpkio
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Coming through once again like a champ @Banana! 

@LmpkioOh nothing in particular. Just some fun. Haven't really gotten the chance to be Zak yet. When Gecko mentioned whether or not Zak would be interested in the war, it got me thinking. He's not really the go screaming shooting stabbing into battle type. But at the same time, I really want him to contribute one way or another. Yet there are so many powerful characters with straight up city destroying powers(or worse) who make huge impacts on the battlefield. So I thought to myself, what would Zak do best in these situations? Probably a bunch of random side stuff that's not really important to anyone but him. Still, that needs to have something to do with the overall conflict. So I came up with a plan I've code named 'secret plan' which is just a lot of Zak figuratively running around like a guy with his head on fire....and in some cases literally. Of course, there's a method to this madness but it'd be no fun if I just told everyone here so.....you know....its for....stuff....

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