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Turok the Wildcard




“Tuork? Even when he isn’t on a Honey and Sugar binge, he’s quite the wildcard!”

-Izumi

“No predicting what’s going on through my little buddy’s head. All I know is that any situation can be made more insane if you add Turok.”

-Tehrror


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In the earlier days of the Locust War, a lot of Stranded communities believed that they could escape from the Locust Horde by building their homes up on the rooftops of the tallest, highest buildings they could find. In theory, it should have worked. The Locust emerged from the ground, so surely there would be no fears of them coming from the top of buildings, right?

Sadly, that was not the case. Not only did the Locust have airborne creatures in their Horde, but they also had those specialists that could climb up high areas. Whether it was the Wretch or a Grappler Drone, no place was out of reach for the Locust.

Such a community, or rather, the remnants of one, was where the deformed, small and psychotic little Theron known as Turok found himself. Turok, runt (and blight) of Zorbak, little pocket Psycho of the Forsworn Locust and threat to almost everything. Even the Forsworn themselves had difficulty keeping him under control. It was bad enough that he didn’t obey orders, but the little Theron was addicted to sugar and honey… and when he consumed those, it was like trying to control a small tornado, with claws.

The wind being gentle and forgiving on his burnt and bandaged skin, the small Theron leapt across various leftovers of a rooftop community, such as chairs, worn out generators, sandbags and even some attempts at building extensions. Of course, he avoided the left over barbed wire fences and spike traps. He’d already done enough damage to himself.

He took a moment to catch his breath and hid behind some bricks, cackling as in his left hand, he held his prize… a single chainsaw staff.

“Mine! Mine, yes, this is mine!” He chortled. “I found it! No one can say…”

His moment was cut short, as he quickly caught wind of someone approaching. Peeking over the bricks, he spotted the silhoutte of something rather tall coming towards him. The figure was agile and lightning fast, easily jumping over most obstacles and even managing a bit of wall running.

Turok’s eyes widened… they were after his prize! No, no! They couldn’t do that! This was his! He found it! He wasn’t going to give it back!

The small Theron instantly began to make a beeline for the nearest escape route, though where that was, Turok wasn’t sure. This rooftop town was starting to look the same, just stretches of disused builders tools and old Gear equipment. Still, Turok was going to damn well make sure his pursuer was in for the toughest chase of his life!

Turok tried every trick, kicking obstacles in the attacker’s path, doubling back, taking unorthodox routes through holes in the walls or through vents, but it seemed rather fruitless, the attacker was gaining on him.

Then, Turok decided to take dive through a window (luckily missing it’s pane of glass, so no loose shards would hit him) and try navigating through the floor of the building before the roof. It seemed to work, as there was no sign of the chaser anywhere.

Giggling, Turok reached a fire exit which took him to the balcony of the building. Opposite him was the roof of a smaller building which was also a former rooftop village. It was quite the jump to normal beings, but Turok lacked the fear or the sense.

With a graceful leap, Turok leapt across the balcony and crashed into the floor of the building. He quickly recovered and made a break for a corner.

Turok looked around, no sign of the attacker anywhere! Ha, he had lost him! What’s more, he kept his prize! This day was a victory for him!

Smugly, Turok glanced at the Chainsaw staff, admiring his prize. With a stride, he began to walk away…

… only for said attacker to suddenly emerge in front of him.

Turok was startled by the sudden appearance of the attacker, who really, was the rightful owner of the Chainsaw staff. It was none other than Soul Killer Krall, the Theron/Kantus Hybrid.

Krall simply stood still and looked at Turok in disapproval as the wild Theron lost his balance and collapsed onto his back. Even while falling down, Turok held onto the staff, determined not to let it go.

Just as Turok was about to get up, Krall put his foot down on Turok’s chest, preventing the psychotic creature from rising.

“Come now Turok, hand it over…” Krall asked patiently.

“What? This? No, this is mine, I found it!” Turok protested. “You can’t prove I didn’t take this, which is now mine. I have every right to use it for whatever I want! You can’t stop me!”

Krall shook his head and pressed his foot harder into Turok’s chest, the claws slightly digging into Turok’s bandages.

“Okay, okay! Fine, you can have it back!” Tuork snapped, throwing the staff away, then putting on a sulking pout.

Krall released his foot and went to collect his staff. He had been warned by Izumi that if Turok had it, chances are it would be soaked in blood, the teeth would be worn to stumps and it could well have been broken in half. Luckily, it appeared as though Turok hadn’t had the chance to use it.

“I do hope I didn’t hurt you in some way.” Krall said. “I just merely wished to get back my weapon.”

Turok seemed to instantly swap from his moody pout to a more cheerful appearance.

“Oh, worry not! I’ve been through worse!” Turok laughed. “One time, I made fun of Tehrror and he got me in a headlock… it really hurt! Though nothing is more scary and hurting than Bath Time… Flo, why can’t she get nice water?!”

Krall chortled, amused by the… unpredictable nature of Turok. When they met, Krall was admittedly a little concerned by Turok’s… unique, greeting, but they soon got along.

Krall sat himself down, resting his back against a large pile of sandbags. Turok, curious, went over and stood next to the very large hybrid.
“You’re quite unique, Turok.” Krall said. “You are what I think the humans call a… wildcard.”

“Wildcard?” Turok asked.

“Unpredictable, no one really knows what you will do next.”

“Oh, yes! Well, I few other Forsworn have called me something like that before.” Turok began. “Though I think it was more because I would do, have fun around the Raxis… but they wouldn’t see it that way!”

“Oh?” Krall asked.

“Well, you know… mess about with some weapons, leave bloody hand prints all around someone’s sleeping quarters, jump on backs or maybe even use these claws to get attention… nothing too bad!” Turok continued. “Espically Tehrror, sometimes he doesn’t listen and I need to… make him listen… for my own good! This one time…”

----

Some time ago

Turok was exploring the remains of an abandoned hospital, scavenging for any supplies that might have been handy to them. It wasn’t the most comfortable place to look, as over the years, it had been heavily bought to ruin. Blood on the walls, cracks and breaks, smashed windows, dirty floors and even an eerie wind echoing through the desolate halls.

However, Turok soon discovered that he wasn’t alone. He turned a corner to spot two rather frightening looking Gears. Normally, Turok would be the first to leap up and fight, but one of them was a COG Pyro… fire, something Turok was genuinely afraid of.

“What do we have here?” The first Gear said, a real nasty grin on his face. “Some overgrown Wretch, huh?”

“Looks like he’s kinda burnt!” The Pyro mocked. “How bout I finish the job the fire started?!”

“Sounds good to me!” The other Gear cackled.

Turok didn’t want to fight, not that Pyro. Fire was bad… very bad! He quickly split the scene. Luckily for him, the Pyro’s clunky armour made him quite slow, with his comrade struggling to catch up. Turok navigated the halls searching for…

“Tehrror!” Turok shouted.

There he was, Tehrror, champion of the Forsworn. The giant Boomer was looking over some construction tools, left over from a planned extension.

“Oh, there you are Tuork. I might be a while, got to see if these are of any use to us.” Tehrror replied, disinterested in his little buddy’s frantic jumping.

“But Tehrror…”

“Not now Turok!” Tehrror uttered.

Turok wasn’t going to take no for an answer! He had to get Tehrror’s attention! Spotting a Spanner on the floor, Turok picked it up and walloped Tehrror on the back of the head!

Thankfully, not only did Tehrror have incredible thick and strong bones (his skull was no exception) but his endurance was the stuff of legends. So to him, Turok’s attack felt like nothing more than a slap.

Annoyed, Tehrror got up to see Turok pulling a face, then running out the hall. Tehrror shook his head and began to purse. Though just as he did, he heard voices…

“I heard the little S.O.B go this way!” uttered a human voice.

“C’mon, we’ll burn him to the ground!” the other laughed.

The Gear and the Pyro just about spotted Turok whiz right past them, but their momentum meant they carried on walking… right into the path of Tehrror.

Greeted by the sight of a gigantic behemoth of a Locust, the two Gears could only stare in pants wetting terror.

“Are you threatening my friend, humans?” Tehrror growled.

Silence…

… Then, Tehrror promptly slammed his fist into the COG Pyro’s head, shattering his helmet and instantly destroying what was once his skull. Blood, brains and bits of skull splattered in all directions, including his former comrade.

The other Gear began to flee, but Tehrror wasn’t going to let someone who tried to harm Turok get away with it! Picking up a discarded lead pipe, Tehrror tossed it at the running Gear with such force that it split his neck wide open, literally beheading the Gear.

As the body fell, Turok emerged from a safe place and gleefully smiled at Tehrror as he stood over the bodies of the two Gears.

“… You know Turok, you could have just told me we were under attack.”

Turok rolled his eyes.

---

“Tehrror is a good friend to me, when he listens… which he does!” Turok summed up.

“Yes, I saw your performance… quite the team.” Krall smiled.

“Oh yes! He’s not only my friend and my bodyguard, but he’s my sniper perch too!” Turok added. “He smashes our enemies, and I blast their heads open with a Sniper rifle! Sometimes, he throws me at the enemies, and I rip em to shreds!”

“Quite the team you two make, by the sound of it.” Krall winked.

“Yes! We are… or rather, we were!” Turok had suddenly gone back to a pout, moody appearance, which rather confused Krall.

“We were friends, until HE came along… that little friend stealer! The little one that goes with Ara!”

He couldn’t have meant…

“You mean… the young Chex?” Krall asked, uncertain of what he was hearing. “As in, Ara’s infant nephew?”

“Don’t let that fool you! Right now, I bet he is stealing Tehrror from me! He wants my friend all to himself! Well, he’s not having him!”

---

Raxis

Hiding in Tehrror’s quarters, Turok could only watch with rage burning in his eyes, fury driving through his veins and envy consuming him. He gritted his teeth, snorted and looked on with contempt.

Tehrror was laying on his stomach, snoozing away, while little Chex was having a play on his back. That was Turok’s spot! Not his! How could he let this, this… outsider on his spot!

As Tehrror slumbered, Chex seemed to crawl around and occasionally tap on the armoured back of the Champion, but occasionally, Chex would accidentally kick Tehrror’s bare butt. Luckily, Chex didn’t have any sharp claws, so all Tehrror felt was a slight tickle.

“Friend stealer!” Turok hissed.

Fine, if that was the way Tehrror was going to play it, so be it! Who needed him anyway? Turok had found a friend of his own! One that didn’t need to use to make old friends jealous!

Fleeing from his hiding spot and making his back to the outside of Raxis, Turok climbed his way up to a little hidey hole that was out of reach for most of the Forsworn. Just in case, however, he had set up a few traps to keep nosey intruders out.

The alcove was where Turok kept a collection of things he had stolen and scavenged, ranging from ammo crates, old weapons, paint cans, empty tins, a broken bike, a Savage Locust conch, a flag, a trumpet, several Cyron trooper helmets (surprisingly, minus the heads) and one or two toasters. However, Turok wasn’t here for them…

… rather, he was here for the top half of a dead Gear he had. The corpse was temporarily nailed to the alcove’s back wall. He used the body for pranks and shows, and had affectionately named it “Harry”, a name he heard, that he liked.

“Tehrror’s ignoring me again, for that friend stealer!” Turok protested to the corpse. “At least you’ll never betray me.”

A fly buzzed around the corpse of Harry, followed by a portion of his rotting skin falling off.

“I knew you’d understand me!” Turok giggled.

---

“I… see…” Krall said, rather uneasily.

“Harry and me, we often entertain the Forsworn, well, more the younger members. Zumi and Santos don’t like us acting together.” Turok laughed. “This one time…”

“Ah, I’d rather here more about what you get up to, Turok.” Krall interrupted. “If you don’t mind, after all, it is more you I want to know about.”

Turok was disappointed he couldn’t talk about his double act, but nether the less, decided to take Krall’s request and discuss some of his antics.

Mostly, they consisted of what he did to Gears that he killed (some of which, Krall believed even Hakar would raise an eyebrow to), the sort of pranks he pulled on the Forsworn members, pranks he pulled on humans, more antics with Tehrror, and all sorts!

Though now, Turok began to talk about how he would annoy the Palace Guards. He told with great enthusiasm about he would raid the foot supplies, sprawl blood (not his own) over the paintings of Myrrah, and their armour, smash windows and even break weapons.

“They would try to catch me, but they’d fail!” Turok laughed. “Myrrah’s Palace Guards were super slow, and they weren’t very good at guarding, I’d go there a lot, and mess about!”

Not very good guards indeed.

“Also, they aren’t very good at climbing things! I’d climb up to balconies, and they’d try to follow, but just fall down!” Turok added. “How did they become Palace guards anyway?”

“A mystery.” Krall replied.

“Bah, matters not! I was good, they were bad! All the Palace Guards at bad!”

“Oh, I don’t know… not all…” Krall shrugged.

Of course, Krall was talking about his lover, Echarta. The only female Palace Guard known to the Horde. Thinking about her made Krall seemingly daydream right there and then.

He imagined himself sitting by one of the natural rivers of the Hollow, with Echarta slumping in front of him. Her head gently resting on his belly while resting one hand on one of his knees. Her bright green eyes glowing happily, able to distract him from the scar upon her face. She dozed in and out of being awake, while Krall simply sat back and watched the world go by.

“Krall… Krall?!” Turok called.

Krall was still in his daydream, a carefree expression on his face while he seemed to drum his toes on the floor. Turok decided to call him back.

“Krall!” yelled Turok, snapping Krall out of daze.

“Oh, sorry. I must have… thought about…” Krall stuttered, trying to wake up.

“Don’t you pull a Tehrror on me!” Turok warned. “You are lucky I didn’t have my new bear trap with me, or else…”

“Would you still pull one of your practical jokes on me if I did?” Krall joked.

“Maybe… although, this one time, I pulled a joke on our enemies, The Ghouls. Though by doing this, I aided… urgh… humans!”

---

Deserted multi story car-park
Wastelands, formly town of Damadus


“Sh*t! Boyce is down!”

A gear fell backwards and crashed into a ruined car, a Hammerburst round through his eye, while two of comrades, another Gear and an Onyx Guard, took cover behind a pickup truck.

“What the hell are these things Sir?” The Gear shouted over the gunfire. “They ain’t grubs, or glowies!”

“A bit of both, but who cares?!” The Onyx Guard shouted “Drop these f*ckers!”

On the other side of the car park, the forsaken, sworn enemies of the Forsworn, the Lambent cult known as the Ghouls, fired upon the humans. Ghouls, mad, Lambent infected Locust that sought to destroy all that did not fit in their glorious image.

Deformed, freaks, nearing Drudge like in appearance. The Ghoul soldiers fired wildly at the Gears, but the mutations were effecting their aim. However, they themselves sound were sent into cover by a barrage of gunfire from a heavily armoured COG “Protector” heavy trooper!

“Just in time!” The Gear cheered.

Even with the added suppressive fire, the Ghouls were not deterred, though the lost a few numbers, their blind fanaticism and Imulsion filled fury allowed them to strike a counter attack against the Protector. Sensing he was under fire, the Protector had no choice but to run for a bigger truck, to use as cover.

“Purge them! Purge them all!” A Ghouls snarled, Imulsion seeping from what was once his eyes. “Matas has promised us glory!”

“Doesn’t look good soldiers.” The Onyx Guard uttered, watching as the covered Protector looked at his damaged armour. “If this is how we’re going out, we’ll take as many of these things with us!”

However, unknown to them all, Turok was scaling along the ceiling, watching the combat from up above. He hadn’t planned to come along here, he just seemed to have got here by mistake. Despite that, he wasn’t at all impressed to see Ghouls here… Turok wasn’t going to stand for it! It was time to teach those Ghouls a lesson!

Turok leapt down from the roof and as he reached the ground, clawed a Ghoul’s back open along the way. As the cultist collapsed in a heap of Imulsion, the three humans could only watch in bafflement as the newcomer to the battle swung like crazy.

“No Ghouls! Ghouls are not welcome here!” Turok protested, as he sliced another Ghoul’s throat open.

Sporting a rather nice blade to add his “slice’n’dice” power, Turok danced around and slashed at the Ghoul cultists. The midget, psycho Theron was too fast for the infected Cultists to hit, so he was able to cut most of them apart with ease.

For the finale, Turok leapt up and drove the knife into the Ghoul leader’s head, then dragged it downward and cut the cultists head in half. Turok finished up with a back flip as he victim collapsed into a heap.

Satisfied, Turok smiled and did a little taunt with the knife, before crawling away from the scene… Unaware of the Gears he had just unknowingly saved.

---

“Still, at least you proved your worth in combat.” Krall remarked.

“I suppose… still, annoys me that I helped the humans! If I had known they were there… they’d be dead too!” Turok huffed.

Amused, Krall picked himself up, along with his Chainsaw staff. He looked at the clouds and deduced that it was starting to get to the evening time. Turok paced the floor, it looked as though he was trying to stay awake, as Krall caught him trying to stop a few yawns.

“Perhaps we ought to head back to Raxis?” Krall suggested.

“Mmm, good idea!” Turok replied. “You look… *yawns*… tired!”

Krall laughed.

“Well Turok, this has been a most… interesting talk.” Krall added. “I think I now know a little bit more about you, and I think you are quite the wildcard… and an amusing one at that!”

“As long as that’s a good thing!” Turok beamed.

The two began to make their way back through the rooftop community, ready to head to Raxis.
Recently, I have been hearing about what Turok, that little wildcard of the Raxis, and it made me want to try and put it into words. Something of a gift piece for my friend :iconmanxlink:, since Turok is fun! ;)

Whenever I imagine his dialogue, I try to imagine Caboose saying it. xD

I also decided to throw in a cameo appearance of :iconkonan-akatsuki-xxx:'s Echarta, Krall's girlfriend, because we haven't seen or heard from her for a while, so I wanted to reassure everyone that she was alive and well. :aww:

Well, hope you like it Linky! I wanted it to be a surprise! xD

(I also didn't get the chance to write a scene involving Turok, Honey and T'Chark's tail, but oh well... ;p)

Turok, Tehrror, Izumi, Ghouls, Matas, Santos, Zorbak = :iconmanxlink:

Echarta = :iconkonan-akatsuki-xxx:
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Hehe oh Krall I must say that you seem "enchanted" by a certain guard :giggle: oh I really like how you did this one :)

Also it's nice to see echarta floating in one of your pieces! :3 I do kinda miss these two c:

And also im alive and well c: