“I just finished fixing tha-”
Retvik was unable to finish his sentence as he was rudely thrown against the outside wall of the Thantir Two. The hit caused Retvik to buckle, and shudder, his recovery time being far too low. Standing above him was a familiar face, that of a vengeful Voidborn, clad in gold and silver.
“How are you alive?”
Theocydes smiled cruelly, wrapping his claws around Retvik’s neck and lifting him into the air. “The truly talented are capable of regenerating from a single drop. I assume you are not as powerful though…” The Void Lord smiled some more, tightening his grip ever so slightly. “If you wish to live, tell me where your little hybrid monstrosity is.”
“That… is not… very… nice…” Retvik spluttered, forgetting that he didn’t really need to breathe any more. “I have no idea… where Arkay is…”
The Void Lord rolled his eyes, then tossed Retvik to one side. He knew that the Decayling was lying, but he didn’t want to waste any more time on them. Instead, he turned his attention to the rest of the dry dock, where other, mostly empty and equally damaged Decay Lord ships lay, waiting for repairs.
To Theocydes’s surprise though, he didn’t have to look very far. The yellow-armoured monster was just leaving the kiosk that sat in the centre of this pit stop. While this did undeniably shorten Theocydes’s search, there was now a secondary problem. The hybrid had immediately recognised him and run back inside the shop. This problem however could easily be solved by just following the little creature inside.
As Theocydes entered the kiosk though, something smacked him across the face, leaving a scorching, almost molten mark.
“Your kind ain’t allowed here!” a curious being shouted from behind the counter. At first glance, Theocydes thought it may have been a Voidborn, but the way it spoke suggested otherwise.
“I go were I please!” Theocydes snorted. “Hand the hybrid over to me and I shall leave peacefully.”
“Oh fuck off mate!” the being cursed, hitting a button underneath the till they were standing at. “Security, get ya fat asses in here!”
Three heavily armoured Decay Lords immediately arrived, standing in the doorway. Theocydes’s target took the opportunity to bolt past him and towards the Decay Lords, sliding under their legs. Not wanting the hybrid to escape, Theocydes gave chase, pushing through the Decay Lords and back out into the open.
“Make things easier for us all and turn yourself in, little hybrid!” Theocydes taunted, once again scanning the dry dock. But for some reason, everything was… black. The Void Lord reached his hand out, only for it to brush against something solid. He then stepped backwards, only to find that the ground beneath him sloped up weirdly. It took far too long for Theocydes to realise he was trapped inside some sort of sphere.
Outside, Theocydes could hear shouting. Something forced the sphere to move, knocking the Voidborn around and off his feet. The Decay Lords outside were kicking the ball around, disorientating Theocydes, but also negating his ability to break out. This didn’t last long though, and suddenly the sphere was motionless again.
Before Theocydes could properly stand up though, everything rattled and blasted off, at speeds the Void Lord simply couldn’t comprehend. All he knew was that both he and the sphere were travelling very, very, VERY fast.
“Did you just… for lack of a better term, just yeet him into the void?” Arkay asked, a concerned look on his face.
Atuho grinned. “Yep.”
“Shouldn’t we have, you know, killed him?”
“Nah mate, those regenerative muckers always come back if ya do that. Better t’yeet just them away. By the time he can orientate ‘imself and get back here, the whole damn omniverse’ll have moved.” Atuho grinned some more, patting Arkay on the back. “Don’t ya worry ’bout it, mate.”
Arkay sighed, shaking his head. “Well, thanks, I guess… I’m going to go check and see if Retvik’s alright…
“Yeah, go do that. If ya need anything else, ya know where we are!”