Trezlan sighed. The world was exploding around him, the deal shattered, Hanlon gone wherever Hanlon goes, and there he was left holding the bag on another double cross/coincidental massacre. He had expected bad things to happen, but this was beyond his expectations. It was enough to make him think that it would be best to just point his ship towards deep space and leave the regular crappy universe behind him. But before he did that he had to burn some people and kill them with necromancy.
It was like a dance he was well acquainted with. Side stepping men with guns and knives and robot death machines and countering with fire, and ancient curses not spoken in hundreds of years. It was one reason he got seperated from Hanlon. He didn't need the Death god really, though it was nice to know he was out there causing problems or solving them, depending on how you looked at things. The battle was not going well for Riobeck's crew. The operators who had sprung the attack had mostly finished them off, leaving Rolando and his mercenary friends and Trezlan to deal with the remaining operators. Trezlan didn't think Hanlon would care that much about the machines, but he had been surprised in the past by what bothered the Death god.
"Dad!"
"Rolando, nice to see you." The boy had shifted from behind one of the operators to Trezlan, Trezlan was just happy his son was still alive for the moment.
"Do I want to know father?"
"Want to know what? Why these machines are attacking us or why you and your crew were inexplicably brought here as some failed leverage scheme against me?"
"Either dad."
"Nope you don't." Just then a rather large explosion erupted from the docking behind a couple of the war machines and Eli came bursting through with large sniper rifle looking weapon in tow.
"Tell me that ones at least with us."
"It is, for now anyway." Rolando kind of felt better, even if it meant his father had some how corrupted a death machine into following him.
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