798.M30 Sol System, Luna
A boy hiding within the corners of the hive cities lower levels. He has a determined look on his face. His gang has just robbed the areas over lord and they are looking for him and his cohorts. Dravion Karth, knew they were closing in on him, but he already had contingencies to ensure his release
"Where's the little rat-flesh? If we don't bring him to the Boss, it's our organs he'll be selling to the Gene-Tithes tonight." One of his pursuers mentioned.
"The brat's a ghost. He's gone into the vents again, moving faster than a stimm-twitch." His subordinate answered
"How does he even know this place so well, are the Ash Lung boys not running the Fereshian domes. What is he doing here" The man contemplated alone before saying
"Continue searching he must not have gone very far" little did he know how right he is, because the boy in question is directly over his head listening to their conversation.
Dravion Karth has had a problem since he was born, Hunger. An ungodly amount of hunger plagued him every waking moment. From Caspian's memories he understood that this was just something he would have to go through.
He is the first fragment to be born in this group, though he has no idea about the others, their numbers, their birth, or their location. What he does know is that he must survive on his own for the time being.
He followed the 3 of them as they continued their search through the tunnels. They did not find anything and decided to move back to base. Dravion still on their tail, came into their base location.
He did not waste any time now, he quickly began searching for their food supplies. Solid starch was something he found very beneficial to him, because it is highly calorically dense.
Finding their stash, he didn't know what to say. The vectors have always been rulers in this area, but the amount they have is too much. Unless they have support of one of their selener cultists or are backed by a family from Terra.
Packing as much as he could, into every part of his cloths, while also eating his fill for now. Dravion makes his way through the winding paths of Vector's gang. He couldn't take too much, but he got enough to satisfy himself for 15-20 days.
"Draav, you're breathing. Luck's on you today. Boss is fuming, says the quota's light and his patience is thinner."
"Spin it elsewhere. We bled Vector's carrion-pickers dry. What more does that throne-scrap want?" he asks his team member Harnath
"He is asking about the weapons"
"F##k him, did he ask us to get weapons, that is our stash, I have plans for that." now fuming he continued "Go keep these starch block in the safe I will go and talk to the boss"
He handed his supplies to Harnath, and moved towards the center of the base. Their base is a maze of steel and pipes, up and down pathways to confuse intruders. Making the center the front of the base and the emergency escape route.
"Boss!! It's good to see you still alive. I thought Vector would have got you by now." Dravion said as he walked into the boss' office.
"Draav, good to see you not dead. Now where are my weapons." The boss replied in annoyance. He likes Draav, because he is intelligent and strong, but he needs to keep him under check if not he will be the death of him.
"Boss, what weapons?" Dravion gave a confused expression, before lighting up as if he just found out something "Are you talking about the rusted knives of vector's crew. Nah it can't be can it." He said looking very confused.
"Spare me the theater, Draav. I can smell the gun-oil. Hand over the lead-spitters now, or Kleene starts peeling your plating." With no smiles on his face the Boss asked
Dravion now knew what he wanted to know. Among his group someone told the boss about their stash location. Something he has been avoiding, but the way the boss spoke, he knows where their stash is.
"haha…Boss don't worry I will go and get them for you" he said as he walked towards the door.
"Kleene will go with you." The boss said as a massive man with augmented arms and reinforced spine blocks Dravion's way.
"Boss, they are at my place. Are you saying Kleene should follow me to my place? "It was Dravion's turn to change his smile, looking at the boss with a grim expression.
The boss did not reply, he simply shifted his position on his chair forward as Kleene took a step forward toward Dravion as well. Dravion looks at the 2 of them and realizes there is no getting out of this one today.
Without saying anything else he walked out of the office with Kleene following behind. On his way to his hideout he met up with Harnath. Instead of speaking with him he gave a few hand signs to him and continued walking.
Harnath is a friend that has been through thick and thin with him, and they have an understanding. Harnath will take away some of the supplies from the safe house and leave the remaining.
It is time for them to break away from the Ash boys. They got in to feed themselves, not to have more problems.
Getting to the safe house Kleene sees the items stored here. The majority of Dravion's teams stash, things kept for a rainy day.
"Keeping things from the boss I see?" a gruff and scratchy voice came from Kleene as he looks around.
"These are supplies my team acquired independently. We have never missed tribute to the boss have we. Don't start that shit with me." He spoke dismissively to Kleene
Kleene looks at him with a predatory look, he has seen that look many times, from all fragments and from their past life. Something was wrong, and he is in danger.
Not saying anything more, moving backwards while keeping his eyes on Kleene, who is now moving towards him. He pounces into the pill of goods, like swimming he pushes himself to the bottom where he opens an escape route he had created long ago.
"Find that little fucker" Kleene shouted as men burst through the door they came in through.
They pushed away the goods and found the hatch. When they opened it, it is only big enough to fit a very small man.
"Kleene we cannot fit into the space"