[video=youtube;YVyZgUeN6UI]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YVyZgUeN6UI&feature=related [/video] CHAPTER ONE: UNEXPECTED MEETINGS The dust kicked up, when Thomas stamped out the little fire he had going for breakfast. The borders to the Northern Wastes where less than 50 miles away. The bright colors of the trees had given away to leafless trees here in the land of the Western Confederacy. “Such an annoyance, these lands are.” A man said while tossing his cigarette on the ground. He hated the fall. Its weather was never stable. It could be raining one day, warm another, and then freezing. “The damned Ministry of Traveling makes these lands out to be the prettiest in world.” He took his sunglasses off, revealing two coal grey eyes. He rubbed his temples. Thomas had not gotten much sleep while on this mission. “Eros, I need an update on our current coordinates.” He said. “Alright, father.” A young woman then appeared from the tent that they been sleeping in. In her hands, she had a GPS device that had been liberated from one of their “prizes.” This father and daughter pair were bounty hunters and occasionally assassins. They were considered some of the best in all of Iwaku. Of course, they did little to actually promote themselves. That was not in their best interests; especially, with a king like Azazel in power. “The device says that we are at 40, 40, 43. If you can make any sense out this highly irregular reading…” Eros began to press random buttons, trying to get the GPS to work. It was proving to be a little more difficult than she had hoped. Neither of them were tech savvy. She was cut off then her father spoke, “The damn Razbots are interfering with electronics again. Conceal yourself.” He could sense something coming from the West. If they were indeed the Razbots, Eros’ main usage of poisons would be useless against them. She had enough combat training to deal with humans, but machines were a different story. Sure enough, the sky was soon covered by a large black cloud of menacing looking man-bat shaped robots. There were at least five battalions flying overhead. It was impressive. “It looks like things are still sour in the Wastelands,” Thomas said to himself. “Azazel must have sent orders to his lackeys that need to send some of their troops in order to help with the occupation.” He kept his hand on one of the holsters. Thomas’ eyes stared up at the sky. He never trusted robots. Soulless beings, that operated under laws created by some man named Asimov. Though just how closely these Razbots really worked under those said laws were a moot point. They passed over head without indecent. “Eros, make sure that you wear the peasant clothing today. They’ll ignore us; the commoners of these lands are very docile. We were lucky with the tree cover this time around.” Thomas then said. “Make it snappy as well, we don’t have all day to waste, since the GPS is out that’ll make it all the much harder to track our little winged friend.” He then pulled a blue-green feather out from the lower pocket of his batter-looking suit coat. It was of a rare variety, there was no bird in all of Iwaku that had such feathers, he knew this much.