- Go and get me a drink, Vlade.
Which one? Vlade turned around slowly
I dont care, but if I wont like it....well, you will see. And dont try to run, amigo or else that slave collar round your neck will go boom. And I dont like a bloody mess, muchacho. the man began to smile.
The Outcast slave went over to the bar, as told by his master, the captain of the Outcast Destroyer vessel Assassin, known under the name of Carlos "The Razor".
And about the slave, well nothing is known of him, besides his name Vlade. He suffered amnesia after he was found unconscious in his Arrow type fighter near the Dublin Jumpgate, by an Outcast spy. He now is Carlos' personal guard, footman, servitor, bodyguard. He had to do everything his master wants if he wants to stay alive. You can't tell he's a slave, he wears no rugged clothes and his collar is not visible, he also has no "scar face" as most slaves have, only a light scar crossing his left eyebrow. All in all you can imagine him looking like a typical merc, with a tall and athletic build, but quite narrow shoulders for his size.
Vlade went over to the bar, where a sexy looking blonde hooker served as barwoman.
- One, uh....Tequila Sunrise please. With a lot of Tequila. Vlade said nervously.
- Oh, you're a hard guy. aren't you? - the hooker said smiling.
- Well.....I have a pretty... he was interrupted by someone
- Estelle, flirting with a guest again? - a laughing voice of a man behind Vlade was heard. As Vlade listened to that voice he noticed a strange under-tone.
He turned around and was surprised by the man's looks: He had a white "clown-like" face with a lot of make-up and it seemed like his grin would go up to his ears, he was also wearing a large purple suit.
- Hm....you must be the one on all those posters in here. The Joker? - Vlade asked surprised.
- You noticed. How observing of you. And you are?
- Me, well... I'm just an... Uh... Freelancer. Bobby. Bobby Brown, that's the name, nice to meet you. Vlade was very nervous right now, he tried not to look into the Jokers eyes.
- Bobby Brown? You must have a funny fantasy he laughed hard - No I know who YOU are. Do you think I didn't hear you and your master talking over there, Vlade?
Vlade stood still and was looking nervously at his master. Carlos was talking with some chicks, so he didn't notice.
- You aren't supposed to know that... Vlade whispered in a bit angered tone.
- That you're a slave? No, surely not... - he laughed hysterically - ... and that you have a bomb around your neck? - he kept on laughing.
- What do you want, man? - he began to get angry.
- Man, I can see from the looks of your eyes that you're something special. You have scars from the past. You're like an uncut diamond. I can offer you one chance: freedom from this slaver in exchange for your... services. The Joker whispered in his ear.
- How do you want to do that? You think you can beat Carlos? And what kind of services?
- Don't worry about Carlos. I run a group of thugs... to do what I want. To have fun along with spreading terrible jokes all around Sirius. He laughed strangely again. - Vlade closed his eyes and thought about that...a million of thoughts gathered as he finally said: Alright. Count me in. Sounds a lot better than being stucked in here.
Suddenly he felt an unbelieveable pain in the back of his head, in fact the hooker hit him with a beer-bottle. Vlade fell uncounscious, and while his mind was fading, he heard Carlos screaming, begging for mercy.
On the Joker's Asylum
Vlade opened his eyes. He was sitting on a chair, at a large round table. There were about 12 other seats, all taken by masked men. Vlade touched his neck and the collar was gone. He was free.
- Thugs, please welcome our newest member... Spanky - the Joker said and was stretching his arm out to him. - You'll get to know him along the way. Now let's go burn stuff.