Jack Murrin the farm owner from Milkey Way and his oldest son Jack M. Jr. headed for Rome to see if there was any cheap Atroxes for sale on the upcomming auction. Omni Tek had just made new models of the specie so there would prolly be lots of old models for sale. Jack had an old boat he used only for this purpose, crossing the river and walk rest of the way to get to Rome. He usually took this trip once a year so the boat was pretty "shabby". Groceries and equipments he bought in Omni Ent. to save time. This was Jack Jr.`s first trip so he was quite exited, 8 years old and ready to teach how auctions worked out.
The Auction was lasting for the whole weekend and they arrived late friday. as usual they rented a cheap apartment for the night so that his head would be clear when the aucton started next mornin. The oldest models of the Atroxes was smaller and much less social than the new once. jack didnt really care cause he needed someone strong and all troxes was quite able. getting one would be of great satisfactory cause he was workin quite hard back at the farm. Jack was a good buisness man and waited quite some time after the auction started to get rid of the most desperate buyers and the rich ppl who had too much Credits to give a damn about the price. the prices ended most often between 500 and 1200 credits and Jack refused to pay more than 600 and at last he got what he wanted for the price of 600. happy about the trade, he could finally go back to Milky Way and get that Atrox workin.
A few Years later the Atrox had become a good investment endeed. These days atroxes went for much much more than a lousy 600 creds. It was rearly heard of anymore that they where even sold at auctions. Murrins Family grew and another child was born. it was another boy and they named him ash. When Murrin meant the trox needed rest, he sent him with Jack Jr. down to river witch was close buy to fish. He lended the trox his old Assault Rifle to protect his son from whatever could be out there. not so far back in time there was some nasty predators lurking in rivers and ponds all over Rubi Ka, but they often got scared away with a few shots towards the sky. He just stood behind the young boy watching the river not caring or wanting to partisipate in the fishin. Jr. had a good relationship with the Trox and started to call him Count cause he loved the storys told about the Count`s living in Great castles. something he had picked up from some of the books he read. When the fishin trip was over Count delivered The assault rifle to Murrin so he could hang it over the stove in a room count where not alowed to enter. Why??? he couldnt care less. The expression on his face was always the same whatever happend.
one day when the trox was out in the fields workin while the family had dinner he got a call...... He browsed slowly to the side he thought he heard it from, but nothing was there. It came again but this time twice as strong and more intence. It was coming from his head. It was just as something had landed within his NCU. He dropped the tool he was workin with scouting to the East. With a deep grim voice he mumbled: Rome.......Report for duty.......
knowing he had to cross the river he went for the house to fetch the keys to Murrin`s boat.
The family was at the dinner table when the door smashed open and the Atrox moved on for the room he where not alowed to enter. ash started to cry the minutte the door smashed open, Murrins wife and Jr. stared at him a bit frightened and Murrin himself pounded both his fists into the table so glasses fell over ad shoutet "WHERE DO YA THINK UR GOING?" ,But the trox went in and came out just few seconds later with the keys in his pocket and the Assault Rifle leveled.
"NOW U LISTEN TO ME" Murrins last words before a satanic light filled the room and the trox painted the walls with his guts. A shivering voice barely able to say anything coughed out "Count" before Count had a hard grip around his neck almost strangeling the young lad. Count pointed his Gun towards Mrs. Murrin.... She barely had time to wince "no" before here upper body was separated from here legs. Junior almost choked, but Count changed his grip on him. He grabbed him by the neck and and picked up the sleeping bag ash slept in. "WHAT R U GONNA DO TO US COUNT???, WHAT R U GONNA DOOOO???" "Hrmff!" " Mr. Murrin wanted to stop me" count said with a grim voice.
Draging the kid with one and carrying the baby with the other hand Count Headed for the boat. Just before he left the house he heard on the radio who had fallen to the floor from the dinner table "Bzzzzz Bzzzz a Rebellion has started and there is chaos almost all over Rubi Ka Bzzzz Bzzzz". on the way to the boat count thought about the feeling he had just experienced. Not the killings, but that he couldnt pull the trigger to execute the kids. This was the first feelin he had felt EVER and it was quite strange. Count totally ignored that Jr. begged for both his and the babys life, and didnt even notice the screams coming from the sleeping bag.
When he made it to the boat he threw the Bag into the water and let the current take it away. Jr. screams became worse and so Count threw him off the boat when they where a bit off shore not thinkin of the childs destiny at all. all he knew was that he couldnt pull the trigger and it felt better to do it this way, Leaving him here knowing he couldnt swim and what was waiting for him in the deep.
Count noticed a white dott on his compass he didnt even know he had before it appeared. where it was? he didnt quite know, but he knew where to go. Prolly pure luck, Count came to Rome without seeing anything of the rebellion. He found his way to Rome Red District using his compass to get to the place he where suppose to report for duty. Count was still holding murrins assault rifle and went over to the stand where 3 ppl sat and registered the once coming to report for duty.
"whats ur name?"
5 seconds went by cause count didnt really have a name.
"Hrmf.. Whats ur name?" the officer asked again
"Count?" count almost asked the ranked man behind the table
"only count?"
" Ash" countash spoke exactly what he thought of at the moment and it where the kids. What he did not know was that he was giving himself a name. Truly a name he did not like.
"Profession plz?" The officer asked again
The other guy behind the table interrupted:
" HIS CARRYING AN ASSAULT RIFLE FOR CRYIN OUT LOUD.... STATUS??? Soldier got dammit" this dude was prolly an even higher rankin officer.
Countash left the table waiting for further instructions on the radio transmitting device they gave him at the table.
He heard Whispering and at the same time laughing voices:
"We have to arrange that this useless old model of an Atrox is sent to the front lines"
What they didnt know...?...?...
It was there he wanted to be.....