The Chief's judgement

Nero shielded his eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on the skin in comparison to the bitter cold of the night, hearing the many voices and eventually seeing the Workers and warriors that no longer carried spears, but what was unmistakable, Guns, old fashioned by the looks of them, almost matchlock in appearance almost like Matchlock rifles, only where the hammer should be, was a bullet case that shone a great Yellow that shone even under the golden sun, the long, dark barrels pointed at Nero and Fiore on every side as they were dragged along the rocky path, furtive voices whispering throughout the many inhabitants, their masked faces ringing with careful voices as Nero was pulled along the path.

Nero winced as the back of his Feet were pulled along the gravel path, the clicky voices of the Litchen around him filling his ears as they pulled him further and further into the village, the smell of cooking meat, rock dust and the citrusy smell of ricta met his nostrils. Nero was carried into a large circle, closer in craftmanship to the rocky spire than the primal tent village around him. It was here that Nero saw Her, sat in the middle of a crowd of warriors, the Great Cheif, watching them as both He and Fiore was dragged to the Cheif's feet.

The Cheif, wearing Her tall mask and wearing her fine fur bikini, lined with glowing stones and metals, looked down upon Nero and Fiore with unflinching coldness, the Darkened stare that a judge would posses as the Braided warrior, Her red hair billowing in the breeze stepped forward "Kossa Ulsa. Okku-Fioremika vak'mila Gojat hol H'pakto, F'kira." the Warrior said, bowing her head slightly to the Cheif, who continued to stare at Nero and Fiore with a critical eye.

The Cheif hissed, the many Lichen around her, hissing and sneering in symphony with their leader as they all stared with disgusted eyes, the many dark voices echoing through the stone valley and resonating up into the crystal blue sky. The Cheif silenced their hissing howls with a single gesture, bringing everything around Nero into complete silence, the only audible sound, being Fiore's gentle sobs.

"Karzkja." The Cheif whispered, everybody looked at one another in silence, even the Braided Warrior was quiet, "KARZKJA!" The Cheif cried, making the Litchen around them raise their shining rifles and jagged spears, many Litchen rushing in to grab Fiore who continued to silently sob as they restrained her, Nero rose, fury boiling in his chest at the sudden attack

"Stop, let go of Her!" Nero cried, moving to fight them off... but the Cheif fixed him with a dark stare, gesturing towards him, her Mysteria Tattoo burning brightly once more. Every muscle in Nero's body, buckled as He stood, straining against the weakness so harshly that his chest cramped and his knees gave out, making him topple harshly to the ground, Nero could do nothing but growl, his body too weak to move as He watched the Litchen, drag Fiore away. The Braided Warrior stayed completely still, a strange look in her eyes as the Cheif fixed her with a resolute stare

"Karzkja, Bajarineh." She growled, The Braided Warrior moved forward slowly towards Nero. She shifted downward, taking Nero into her powerful arms and holding him up... a lot more softly than before, with one last look at the Cheif, the Braided Warrior carried Nero through the crowd and towards the Tunnels that led to the cells. "I-I know, You don't understand me." He whispered as the Warriors helped him walk, "But... I didn't mean to cause any trouble, we have to help her, I mean... she's Your sister right?" He said The Braided Warrior's eyes flickered to him for a moment, filled with such unrelenting rage that He thought she might hit him... in fact, she did, hard, smashing her fist into his stomach so that He flew against the tunnel wall hard, though she quickly scrambled back to him, touching his face as He gasped for air, rubbing his stomach apologetically as Nero gasped for the air he had lost

"Baja... Gojat... F-Fioremikia... Baja..." she stumbled, picking him back up again as He took in a harsh breath, Nero smiled at her weakly _"I probably deserved that." _He thought, feeling the grim aura coming from the Warrior as she helped him walk through the dark tunnel. When they reached the Cells, The Warrior did not slide open the lid of the hole, at least straight away, instead, she propped him up against a wall and seemed to examine him, prodding his muscles and gazing quizzically at the marks on his left arm, "...I'm... Nero, NEAR-OH." He said pointing to himself, the Warrior considered him for a minute, before huffing, pointing to herself and growling

"Bajarineh." She said, before gripping his bicep and testing them with a squeeze. The Warrior Bajarineh... that was gonna be way too hard to remember... The Warrior Baj, was tall and powerful compared to Fiore, each of her four arms were thick with lean muscle, her stomach showing a faint six-pack and her smooth Blood-orange legs looked like they could kick a truck over, although she wasn't overly packed with muscle, she, in fact, looked light and strong, not all that different from Nero himself, if He was a sleek, sexy alien... although He supposed that He, kinda was an alien now, however, the Hell that happened.

Baj sighed, looking at Nero right in his eyes, before briskly moving over to the Hole that covered his Cell, a kicking it aside with ease "Hora, Gojat." She said, pointing towards the hole, Nero pressed his lips together, He didn't want to cause any more trouble... and so He walked over to the Hole, kneeling and lowering himself down, hanging off the edge to allow for a safe fall to the bottom. Baj looked down at him for a moment, before whispering to herself in her strange clicking language, moving over the top cover and leaving Nero in the low light of the sandstone cell.

Nero sat down, hugging his knees as He contemplated everything _"W-What is going on with me... why do I feel so, calm... My Instincts are raging but, I must be holding it back without realising it... why would I do that?" He thought to himself, closing his eyes to search his mind for what must have been troubling him, pictures flashed in his mind, pictures of a violet club room, filled with people looking on in horror as He stood over a broken and beaten Marcus "That!? That's what's bothering me, that was... yeah I lost control but..." Nero paused, making a disgusted face at the picture of himself, bloody faced and bruised knuckled "No... I guess I understand, I don't ever want to see myself like that again, Mars or no Mars, maybe Aunt Minie was right, maybe this Instinct shouldn't ever spill out again?" _Nero felt crestfallen, burying his head against his knees, wallowing in shame at his actions both here and on earth.

"W-Well... I was wondering.... I-If You would end up back here" Nero turned his gaze through the bars, there, slumped against the wall, was Griffin... only, she was different, different in that fact that she had obviously had the ever-living shit kicked out of her. Griffin's eye left eye was swollen, lip split and cheek scraped, it looked a lot like she had been put in a washing machine full of bricks

"Griffin?" Nero said, pulling his weakened body towards the bars to get a better look at her, Griffin smiled, the wince of obvious pain it caused hidden by the flash of her ivory white teeth

"Aren't I just... gorgeous, You must popping a fat boner looking at Me, huh Stud?" Griffin said, trying not to wince as she winked at Nero, who was now entirely sure that she was out of her mind

"What the hell happened to You!?" He asked, placing his hands on the bars with frustration, wanting to help her at least, but Griffin shrugged

"Oh it's nothing... ow... fucking hell, yeah I'm fine, just had a bit of scrap with the Warriors who carried me back here that's all, turns out that Cheif can keep You weakened without seeing or being near You, it's quite amazing You know, she has to be the strongest Leecher I've ever seen," Griffin said, rubbing her clearly sore rips as she cast Her one blue eye at Nero. It was strange, Seeing her face all beat up like that, it kinda gave him Deja Vu... "I see that they aren't so friendly with You anymore? come on, talk to mama, what did you do?" She asked, Nero, cringed guiltily, rubbing the back of his hand nervously before speaking gently

"I may... or may not have, had... Intercourse, withtheCheif'sDaughter." Nero quickly added at the end there, Griffin chuckled, low and quiet, like it would hurt her face to do so any louder before she relaxed against the wall

"By The Red God, aren't You slick." Griffin said, smiling even brighter, "Well that was certainly a bad move, from what I hear, Litchen are even more careful of breeding then we are, but... we aren't dead yet, so I guess that can only mean one thing." Griffin said as if she expected him to understand what she meant, Nero raised an eyebrow

"I'm gonna guess that One thing, is a very big thing?" Nero asked, Griffin shrugged

"Well, if the whispers in the Split region are true, then we are bound for a short but sweet bit of entertainment on the Licthen's part, I've heard that their arena is quite unforgiving You know." She said Nero's eyes widened as He heard her careless words

"Arena!? they are gonna make us fight!?"

"To the **** most likely." She added brightly, Nero gulped as He tried his best not to look pale, Griffin merely kicked back ignoring the obvious discomfort of her bruises "Oh but we'll be alright, if I'm right about You, then we will just peachy." Nero frowned at Griffin,

"M-Me, what are You crazy, I... I'm not a fighter, n-not anymore, plus I have no idea what the hell they are gonna throw at us, I'm not even from here!?" He growled, Griffin was not stirred by this in any negative way, in fact, she flushed

"Ooooh, for a pacifist, You sure do sound like a tough guy, it's kinda a turn on." She said, biting her lips cartoonishly, Nero scowled

"Stop messing around, I can't fight, I-I won't-"

"You won't?" well then You'll die, and I'll die, it's a shame really, I would have thought that You would have been the type to protect a damsel in distress, guess I was wrong?" She said with another shrug, Nero softened, He... didn't want to see Griffin hurt, that much was true, despite Her very weird cheery and now clearly very horny personality, she seemed nice and patient, plus she believed Nero, something no sane person would do, sure, but He appreciated it none the less.

"Look, I uh... I'll try to protect You, but I really don't want to hurt anyone." He said, Griffin raised an eyebrow, smiling softly at Him before huffing

"Tell me, are the Vermilico from Your plane usually so... evasive?" She asked, Nero's eyes thinned

"Vermillico, that's what You are right, Red skin with the Horns?" Griffin lent forward, staring curiously at him

"Well yeah... like us, You're a Vermillico, or... at least half?" She said, Nero shook his head

"See that's it, I'm a Human, a Human being from Earth, I... I shouldn't look like this." He said, prodding his horns and pinching his forearm, Griffin sat up

"Earth... Human... But... if You aren't supposed to look like that, they what are You supposed to look like?" She asked with genuine curiosity, Nero sighed, gesturing frantically around himself

"Well for one, My skin isn't red, It's brown, a-and I shouldn't have horns... and I'm like a Head shorter than this!" He quickly said Griffin raised an eyebrow, chewing her split lip as she thought

"Well, there are plenty of people of Marte without horns and shorter than us, Vermilico tend to be tall, hell You're a hell of a lot smaller than most Males, and a lot smarter too... Earth You say... You don't mean, that You're from another world? like, another planet?" She asked Nero nodded, watching as her face lit up

"Gaia! You're from Gaia! the Blue Planet, that's incredible, By the Red God, I-I have... so many questions, I'd love to hear more!" She said enthusiastically, her excitement cleary overriding her pain as she shuffled closer to Nero. Nero looked into her bright blue eyes, seeing the sudden flame that burned with them, and huffed, what would be the halm in talking to her for a while, it might take his mind off of things, Nero took in a breath, and began to tell her of his world, talking about Humanity, London, his aunt and cousin, the trouble He got into before He was dragged to Mars, He talked about his upbringing, about English politics and how stupid it all was, He talked about Wars, history, weaponry, and social works, something she was especially interested in, You talked about how the sea, oh the wonder in her eyes as You talked about the sea, You talked about Earth until she had drifted into a gentle slumber, her quiet snore encouraging Nero to also slip into a sudden sleep, his body resting only slightly uncomfortably as He had his dream of the wing beast beneath him and the Crowd who adored him.