Being immune to feminine wiles did not necessarily mean that Boyd’s senses were deadened from being a career assassin but that he was just not interested in companionship at this time. No intended disrespect was meant when the Enforcer ignored the fragrance of Janette’s hair or the other relatively pleasant features which might have been concealed beneath her lab coat, but she was not his type – and even if the botanist were, the mission took precedence over his urges. "The way that I figure it," Boyd took back control of the conversation by grabbing Janette (whose back was actually … Continue reading →

"There are four things that I don’t like to talk about in public," Boyd explained as Janette’s halted procession allowed him to leisurely catch up to her: "Religion, sports, video games, and politics." "Convenient," Janette assailed with an accompanying head nod of spite as they continued down the corridor together. The urging was almost a bewitching insistence like an open challenge to prolong the discussion, prodding the intruder to fall further into her psychological trap. Boyd did not need to play Janette’s mind game, but he wanted to. It was not about getting the last word or getting the final … Continue reading →

"Nothing about this – about what you’ve caused," Janette chastised, "is in any way…funny." The eight remaining Galaxy Bloc soldiers trained their laser rifles on the intruder. "Isn’t it though?" Boyd smirked before returning the deathly seriousness to his own face in countering, "Dio Qze has some sort of rabid, killer plant for a core…. My gosh, I’ve eaten the vegetation on this planet!" Seeing what he had just seen was enough for a person to give up vegetables entirely and become a strict carnivore. Although she did not have to, Janette reassured, "The harvest yield is completely safe. Our … Continue reading →

Bearing down on the botanical skewer with a savage right elbow of foolhardy conviction, Boyd used brute force to power through the abnormal branch – dropping the soldier into the brace of his bent left arm as a result. He soon reverted back to the projectile finesse of his LUNC when aiming overhead and firing at the dangling stalk which had been sheered off but had since repurposed itself for a (sharply) pointed counterattack against him. Supernaturally, it was accompanied by a tentacled tangling of the bark-textured vines plopping down from the ceiling, bursting out from the foreground, and pressing … Continue reading →

"We’re going to settle up later, Human," Burdlit warned. "I envision you having a lovely funeral," Boyd countered. They danced away from one another toward a neutral, less engaged position – side-by-side. To Burdlit who now stood on the right, this intruder seemed like a nonstop source of amusement. Only, Boyd was serious about wanting the operational general dead. The drape of his trench coat flapped closed from where he now stood on the left. Tendrils of foliage shot in between them as they further split apart by dodging to their respective sides. Undeterred by the athleticism, vines budded outward … Continue reading →