OOS: Waiting on Ynot for the fight.
Praxter turned around, seeing the shady Knight. "Oh, damn it! Isn't one surprise enough?" Male shrugged, and turned his head, illuminating the shady woman's face.
"Can we do this another time?" Praxter yelled, as the flapping got closer and closer. Finally, a creature burst out of the shadows. It was like a giant bat, but with a head and wings that were more like a dragon's. It shrieked, like something out of a nightmare. Male whipped around and fired his Cordak blaster, without aiming. Most shots missed and flew down the tunnel, but one hit the creature on its left wing, and it crashed to the ground. Praxter leaped next to it, and brought his axe down hard on the injured creature's head, beheading it.
He turned to the shady Knight. In the darkness, spattered with blood, he looked truly menacing. "So, why are you following us?" he asked.
The Speaker was woken up by the sound of about a dozen men shouting near him. He looked at his watch. The launch was about to start. "Excellent."
A large screen on the other end of the stadium lit up, showing President Una's face. She coughed, and began her speech. "My fellow Terugans. Today we are about to enter a dangerous time. We shall take revenge on those who have so deeply wounded us. At this moment, an armada of one hundred and twenty-two ships is about to be launched towards Tartarus II, which our investigators have concluded was at the source of the attack on our Town Hall. We are sending a message to the rest of the galaxy: leave Teruga alone."
The crowd cheered and applauded at her final words. Once the screen had gone dead, the ships' engines fired, and they blasted off into the sky.
Deep in the crowd, far away from the Speaker, a lone Malchiorian reporter took pictures of the event. Of the crowd, of the departing warships. A few burly Terugans noticed him, and surrounded him. "What are you doing here?" one barked.
"My name's Tom." the Malchiorian stammered. "I'm a reporter. I'm reporting on all this for my paper back on Malchior."
"Yeah, right." another one laughed. He grabbed his camera, and threw it on the ground. "Hey! What are you-"
The other Terugans grabbed Tom by the arms, and dragged him away, still surrounding him completely. As far as anyone could see, it was just a few rude men pushing through the crowd.
What they hadn't noticed was another Malchiorian, further away. She tried to chase after the men, but the crowd was just too thick for her alone. She managed to catch a glimpse of one of the men before they disappeared completely. He was wearing some sort of badge. It was a silver circle with an eye in the middle. It was also the emblem of the Terugan police force.
The men dragged Tom to a corridor, near the toilets, and threw him against a wall. "I don't understand! I haven't done anything!" Tom tried to appeal to reason, to convince these people that he wasn't a threat, but one of them just punched him in the gut.
"Shut up, spy." he drawled, as Tom doubled over in pain. He kicked the Malchiorian in the gut again. Tom felt to the ground, and the other Terugans started kicking him again and again, everywhere.