Hot, humid and hellish. These were the only words Aureole could muster up to describe this damned area. The sun blazed down upon him causing his long red hair to appear as fire blazing freely in the wind. He observed the desert wastleand that circled his small community and sighed, no one was outside today due to temperature which meant that income would sadly not be gained today."Dam it all." He whispers as he stands and begins to walk to his tent. He purposefully lived in a tent because he could then place it anywhere and he chose to live on a small formation of rocks with a flat rock on to that looked over the town. The reason for this was quit obviouse, if anyone walked into an ally way he would know with in moments as his one good eye rarely left the twon. His other eye was injured horribly, it was now white with a scar above and below it. He enters his canvas tent and takes a seat on top of the blanket that was his bed. He holds his knees, rocking back and forth, trying to forget the intense burn in his throat. "Thats it." He says in a rasped tone, "Im getting water the last way i can." With this remark he stands up and walks over to a small wooden chest. He undoes the rusted metal latches and opens the antient oak that creaks, showing its age. There, lying on red velvet, was a very well taken care of pistol. He pisk it up gently and runs his hand over the sleeks black crome plated barrel. It was the only expensive item he had and it has kept him alive. Aureole's theory to life on this god forsaken planet was simple, you need water or valued possesions to get water and food in order to live.. if you didnt have currency. But, when all of these  get because you were a street rat, you had to take it. He exits his tent wearing the only cloths he had, a baggy white shirt and tight black pants. His purple and white eyes lock onto the town well in the distance, in this heat it would dry up soon and Aureole needed it badly. He cocked the pistol and tied the black bandana around the bottom of his face. He proceeded to tie a yellow nadana around the top portion of his head as well. Two armed guards were stationed at the well during all hours, law enforcement on this planet was rare but there were exceptions for the well. All Aureole needed was one good bucket full and he intended to get it. These guards were armed with assualt rifles and cover was limited. "Dont see why the fuck not." Aureole says as he starts down to the town. He walks over sand drifts in thr=e flaming sun until finally reaching the town itself. Small one man starships fly over head. "Lucky bastards." He rasps, "At least they get to leave this hell of a planet." He is now staring at the well, it is rite up the street and he prepares to draw his gun when suddenly two more guards come to take their shifts. "4 guards." He murmers shaking his head and removing his bandana's. "No possible way." He sighs and closes his eyes.. the thirst becomming unbearable.<br/>He clenches his fists abd stares at the gards, whom have stopped to chat. "I have to get currency some how" He thinks. Robbing people was always a faveorite of his and he would further exercise his talents in it today. He tites the bandanas once more and jogs to the other side of town which takes the better part of an hours and if quit dangerouse in this heat. On his way, he passes old ratty buildings, hunger and thirst ravaged people of pverty sit in between them not moving. The o;d were expected to roll over and die here as it was always survival of the fittest. He observes young men robbing small children or defensless elderly but he can not judge as he was no better. Life just worked that way here. Finally, he comes across and empty ally way. The sun is finally setting as Aureole waits in the shaded ally. Sweat gently drips down is face, trickling past one psychodic purple eye that is glued to the road. Suddenly, he hears foot steps, some one is coming.<br/>Keevole begins ot walk hme as the sun sets over his town as this is when the real nightmares of the communty came out of their holes. He continues to walk, taking notice of many differant species of life all doing the same, a lone crow sounds in the distance and Keevole is actually about to turn and look until he feels unforgiving metal pressed against the side of his head, "If ou dont come into this ally way quietly." A low tone voice of horror says, "I will blow your fucking head off." Keevole does not object and begins to walk into the ally way. He is forced onto the wall hard and searched for money. Keevole is alarmed as he has currency and a food ration on him. He gently slides the hidden blade out from his sleeve and half into his hand. "You know." He says, "We can just go home." The gun is pressed against his kidney, "Shut up!" His robber says. The crow caws again, now looking at the two from the edge of a clay building. "I cant tell if that crow likes you or me." Keevole says. The barrel of the pistol is now pressed against the back of his head, "I said shut the fuck up!" The mugger, with black and yellow bandanas voice becomes raised. "Ahh." Keevole says gently, "Right there." With that he gracefully spins around and thrusts the hidden blade towards the muggers face! But, he didnt know whom he was dealing with. With Bullet time like reflexes, the robber easily weaves around and flies forward, jamming a dagger deep into Keevole's stomach over and over again. Keevole spats blood put, dripping lazily down his chin as he collapses and dies.<br/>Aureole sighs and shakes his head as he loots the corps of the man that has now ended at his dagger. He finds currency and an actual food ration! He stands up and brushes snad from his pants. A lovely blue is cast over everything as nigh approaches and the temperature is dropping at a steady rate. He glances over his shoulder at the crow that didnt live, it caws again, a long clear sounds that sweeps over the town. "Guess you like me better aye?" Aureole asks rolling his eyes and walking down the ally in order to get back to his tent. He walks with hands in his pockets and begins to hum a tone. Murder was something he didnt exactly enjoy but when living in a place like this its what must be done. He round a corner to stop at the pub first. The pub was where ypu could, if ypu had currency or items to bartar, get water and food. Of course there were markets and what not but they closed as the sun set. He opens the hardly attathed metal door and walks in. Electricity was one thing this planet did have, but it was exclusive to buisnesses, big or smal. An orange glow was cast over the room from the dim light bulbs and the fire place as Aureole walked to the counter. "What can i do you for?" Asks the bar tender, "Water." Aureole says placing the currency on the table. The bar tender looks at the coin and smiles, "That shouldd fill up half of your canteen." He says. Aureole glares, "Dont do anything stupid boy." He warns glancing over to a muscular body guard that was holding a Hell Cat by the collar. These animals were native wild life to this area. Why they were called cats was always a mystery as they were clearly more K-9. The Hell Cats fur arched up its back as Aureole looked at the two. He sighs and places the small food ration next to the currency, "Thats better." The bar tender says in a smug tone as Aureole hands him his canteen. The bar tender fills it up completely and sends Aureole on his way. Aureole stands up and begins to leave. When he exits the worn out building, a deep glow is cast over the desert from the planets 3 moons. He silently runs home, all noise one would normally make while running is absorbed by the eternal sand.<br/>Morning comes in the form of the blazing sun rizing over the large dunes in the distance and Aureole is alrighty at town. He isnt doing anything at all, just enjoying the shade of the pub. He sits at a rickety table that looks as if it is made from dry wood as he rests his fore head upon his arms, folded on top of said table. The door opens up, instinctivley Aureole's one good eye shoot towards the netrance of the pub to make sure everything was ok. Five men, all dressed in brown and wearing red bandanas and hats, enter with out looking at anyone. The bar tender is already filling nice tall glasses of water as these men were desert rats. The Desert Rats were a notoriouse gang on La Roche de Sable, and nobody dared mess with their power and numbers. Aureole shook his head with an expression that could not have cared less. He returned to resting his head on the table. He feels a hand grip his shoulder firmly. "This is our faveorite table." The voice of a man declares to Aureole whom replies with out lifting his head. "Thats a damned shame isnt it?" He smirks when he is suddenly jerked up by the shoulders. A desert rat is holding each arm, "You dont ever talk to us in a smart ass tone!" He heres a voice behind him. Aureole curles one side of his mouth nto a daring grin, "Fuck off." He says. A hand grabs his jaw hard and he forceably looks at an angered face, "Your life ends today!" This face says in a rasped voice. Aureole jerks his head free and glares right back into the mans eyes, "Do you know what hapeens when a rat tries to kill a snake?" He says, still restrained. The man that threatened his life laughs, "That rat wuld die," He says, "But when many rats, all with teeth and claws attack a lone snake, the out come can be quit differant." And with that Aureole is thrown intp the counter. He grabs a glass bottle and turns around fast whipping it into a Desert Rats face. The other 4 rush him imidietly. He hops up onto the counter and runs for the door when suddenly he is attacked by the muscular body guard whoms Hell Cat is already on the Desert Rats. Aureole frees himself and jumps up gracefully dodging a punch to the face and rebutteling with a fair strike to his oponants solar plexus. The guard hardly enev flinches and flys forward throwing power blow after power blow. Aureole dodges and dodges, this man was odd, something about his eyes and the fact he took a hit like that with out even flinching was just... wrong. The guard grabs a hand full of Aureole's lovely red hair and lands a hit right upside his face. Aureole stumbles and uses the wall for support, he can see that, despite the fact 2 were killed, the gang members had killed the Hell Cat. One ran up behind the guard and stabbed him in the back. The guard showed no a\pain and looked over his shoulder, when the knife was pulled out it was actually bent and no blood left the room. "Fucking automated guard." Aureole says to himself in disgust, "What a bitch move." Suddenly the bar tender springs up from behind the counter with a shotgun and opens fire on the gang members whom turn up tables for cover as if their cover could be enough. Shots from the weapon easily tear through the thin wood and begn to execute the Desert Rats. The automated store guard pulls out a lovely crome pistol with a long clip and a special barrel and opens fire as well, taking a few bullets to the abdomen but not even hurt slightly. Aureole runs out the front door and is knocked over by Desert Rat reinforcements, these ones are carrying automatics! "Where the hell did they-" Aureole begins to think but stops and begins to run up the street until he slides to a stop. A plan runs through his mind as he realizes that that place was history, but it would have a ton of supplies. He starts to shake his hands, "Dam it dam it damit!" He curses as he unholsters his gun and begins to run back to the bar. Although he didnt realize at the time, the wind was beginning to pick up to an unusualy high force.He grips the handel of his pistol tighter and tighter as he gets closer to his destination. Assuming a crouched position he stays under the window by the door. The gunshots finally stop and Aureole gently lifts his head to see a bar tender slumped lifelessly over a counter, many quite and bloody civillians with open eyes but no more life, 11 dead Desert Rats and one automated guard whom was on his knees as wires and fluids escaped his severely damaged body. Aureole knew that law enforcement would be here in a few hours.. certainly not until the raiders left, so he waisted no time in leaping through the destoryed window and making a break for the water tank. As Aureole grabs a satchel and begins filling up multiple canteens with the liquid, he hears a voice that holds the sounds of a human and a machine now, "Stop, that is st- sotre property-y-y-y." It says. Aureole looks over his shoulder at the automated body guard whom has crawled over to the bar tender, an actual expression of sadness over its meta and skin mixed face, a result of the combat. "Arent you going to uh, stop me?" He asks, as if confused that the robotic protecter has not came after him. "No, my master is gone, i dont know hwat to do but sit here sad-ad." It replies. Aureole grimaces, "Dont say an emotion as if you have it!" He says fuming as if offended, he points his gun at the automated store guard, "Please." It says, "Do it." For a moment, Aureole's eyes widen a moment and his arm slightly lowers, he sighs, "Whatever." He says the last words the automated guard hears befoe the trigger is pulled and a bullet flies through the weakest part of the machines head. Aureole fills 3 large satchels with water and 2 with food, after this he runs faster than he ever has out of town and to his small tent. Although he would never admit it, that automated guard was on his mind the entire day and most of the night.... fascinated as to whether or not it actually displayed emotion because machines on this planet didnt do that... they were to cheap.<br/>A lone gunshot wake Aureole up early the next moring, he exits his tent to see many armed Desert Rats lining the street with people... all looking for a man with a bad eye and red hair. "Hell." He mutters, it would only be a matter of time before they saw his tent in the distance. They set fire to the bar and begin wounding civillians. Aurele begins to scan the area for anything he can use to escape. He see's it in the distance, wind sliding across his pale face as he see's a beacon of hope. A small star ship meant for hauling supplies but was no longer in use. There was no way out of this. "Well damn." Aureole remarks as he pulls his pistol out of its hoster and begins to walk down the sand drift. It was either go out in a blaze of glory or run into the desert and die a coward. "There he is!" a gang member shouts over the wind that is picking up to dangerously high ammounts now compared to yesterday as i sand storm was coming in fast. "Hey fellows." Aureole says with a smirk. They all aim and open fire, Aureole runs to cover behind a rock. Bullets whizing past, breaking off chunks of stone around him. People run and scatter. Aureole smiles and cocks his gun, its black shiny exterior gleaming in the sun as he runs out from behind the rock, firing at them. Men get hit in all the right places, droping dead. Abullet penetrates Aureole's gut, then another through his arm, one through his leg, another through his gut, one through his chest. Blood begins to trickle out of the corner of his mouth, matching the lockes of hair now blowing wildly in the wind as he continues to fire. A bullet through his shouler but he refuses to budge........<br/>The sand strm is almost at them, in the choas of the raging horrific wind, all that can be seen is blood soaked sand, many dead Desert Rats and one red haird man jst standing there shaking. A smile creeps across his lips as he collapses.... and realizes he will die in the sand just like everyone else that lives here but unlike everyone else.. he went out in a blaze of glory. As his eyes shut, he makes out a figure but she is lost in the sand storm... he then sees nothing but black.