Disclaimer: This story was actually begun a ways back, I just never continued it. The little bit I'm posting now was all I ever wrote. While the server isn't letting me on though, I figured I'd give it another go. So here's the prologue.
Please note though, that this was begun some time ago, and will continue based on how things on Terra were at that time (i.e., me being leader of Angelics) with some exceptions. Also, any depictions presented here are not meant to directly reflect any of the characters named. I just needed names, so I took them. If some similarities exist, then... it's coincidence. Yeah, that's it. Coincidence.
Thank you for taking the time to read my work.
Prologue - A Midnight Dreary
The taller of the two stood up from the barrel he had been sitting on and stepped out from under the protection of the overhang. Fat droplets of rain bounced off his face as he peered into the gloom. Heâ€™d probably regret being completely soaked later on, but for now he needed to stay awake.
â€œTheyâ€™re late,â€ muttered his companion, for the fourth time since the appointed arrival time had come and gone. Not that it mattered to him. All it meant to him was that he could stay huddled under a blanket in the relative dryness under the overhang, rather than moving cargo.
The taller one was about to toss back a sarcastic retort when something caught his eye. A soft light bobbing about in the fog. â€œGrim, theyâ€™re here. Give the docks another once over, make sure nobodyâ€™s snooping around.â€ Grumbling, grimoutrise folded his blanket and crept off into the fog that engulfed the Escher docks. Nobody wanted a repeat of last time.
The boat pulled up to the docks with only the sound of the murky water lapping against its hull. No words were exchanged as the man on the docks and the two crewing the boat secured the boat to the pier. When all of the various lines were tied, the two remained on the boat until grimoutrise returned and gave the all-clear signal. All four smiled and clasped hands. It had been a long time since the last shipment, due toâ€¦ complications.
Entanglements with the local authorities had put a stop to their operation for a short time, but MechaMonkey had been able to use his position to clear the air of any trouble. Grimoutrise sauntered back to his perch on the barrel, which made him happy because it was out of the rain. MechaMonkey clambered down onto the deck, and he and Welshie stepped into the cabin to discuss business.
What's this? MechaMonkey doing something that sounds illegal? Find out who, what, where, when, why, and even how this officer and leader of the Angelics fell into a world of deceipt and treachery, in future episodes of Fallen Angel!