//------------------------------// // Setup: Welcome to the crew. // Story: Carried away by a Moonlight shadow // by primeoetgrunn //------------------------------// The halls of the castle of the royal sisters were dark and quiet, except for the sound of hard rubber soles repeatedly making contact with the cobblestone floor of the hallway to the private chambers of princess Luna. The being making the sounds wore a black leather jacket and blue jeans. The aviator style sunglasses covering its eyes and the neutral look on its face made most foes stand still in fear. "Orion! We are in need of thine assistance!" a female voice rang through the same hallways. These words gave the being reason to speed up its pace towards the chambers of the aforementioned princess. "Ah, there you are." When the creature opened the door to Princess Luna's bedroom, it was met with a sight to behold. A dark blue furred mare in a black dress sat on her ebony wood bed and looked at the creature in the doorway with what one could only describe as a seductive smile. "Swift as always." she remarked. The creature only responded by bowing down on one knee and presented a black metal hairclip with a small crescent moon on it. "Next time, We would recommend thou would wear thine armor instead of whatever thou art wearing now." the princess took the hairclip out of the creatures hand and put it in her hair. "Then again." she motioned for the creature to stand up. "A mare can only ask for so much, even when she is a princess." Princess Luna walked to a window. "The arch mages are approaching a spell that would render thee un-mute, as it were." the princess put a hand on the window, her face and voice expressionless. "It would be pleasant to finally hear Our most loyal guard speak his thoughts for once." The creature called Orion simply walked to Luna's side and put his hand on her shoulder. "We have many questions to ask thee." Luna turned around and removed his sunglasses, revealing his grey eyes. "Yet there is no voice to answer them." Luna put the glasses on a nearby cabinet containing all manner of perfumes and make-up. Orion merely stood by and observed. "What drives thee?" the princess sat down on a chair. "Where dost thou originate from?" She looked at her guard in leather jacket. "What is thine story?" He just stood there, clearly willing to answer the questions, just not able to make any sound out of his throat. After a few moments of silence, Orion made his way towards the door. "Until the next summoning." Luna called after him. "Also, be sure thou moveth towards the Royal Library. Mayhaps the mages are further than We thought." He merely saluted and walked out the door. "New developments travel slower than We would want through this castle." Luna sighed as she slumped her head into her arms. One year earlier: Los Santos, Del Perro Boardwalk. 18:43 pm. The lights of the fairgrounds ferriswheel and rollercoaster shone brightly in combination with aal the other stands and shops on the wooden platform on the western edge of the bustling city of Los Santos. However, these lights were not as eyecatching as the red and blue flickering coming from several police cruisers and SUV's chasing down a stolen armored police truck manuevering the tight spaces inbetween the stands and the attractions on the boardwalk. This armored truck was occupied by a young caucasian woman in her early Twenties who was shooting the law enforcers with a way too large assault rifle and a maniacle grin on her face, an equally young caucasian man who was doing the driving and an afro American man who was throwing explosives at the same law enforcement units as the woman but with a less entousiastic look on his face. "I told you it was a bad idea to rob that last store, Rox." the bomb throwing man yelled at the woman with the rifle in the back of the truck. "Shut up Drift, I'm having fun an I am not letting your pussy words ruin it!" the woman now known as Rox yelled back to the passenger seat of the truck right after shooting two officers off of the side of an SUV. At this point, the truck was moving towards the centre of the city on the Highway. "Yo, Prime. When are we gonna initiate your plan to ditch the cops?" Drift asked the driver, who was evading civilian and police vehicles at the same time while occasionally looking at the right side of the road. "Any moment now, I'm goin' to drive this hunk o' junk into a hole in the wall." Prime slowed the truck down a bit to accomodate the following movements. "Right here!" The large and heavy vehicle dissapeared into a big hole underneath a bridge. The police vehicles that tried to mimic the maneuvre, drove too fast and crashed into the side of the tunnel, effectively blocking the entrance behind the stolen truck. During the clogging up of the entrance, the truck fell about 30 feet and landed on its wheels and drove into an underground construction site. "Shit, dog. How'd you know about this place?" Drift asked his fellow runaway who was controlling the armored vehicle. "I have been roaming this state a bit longer than you two have." Prime explained. "I have discovered this place while driving a Futo and failing miserably during my first few weeks in town." The truck slowed down. "We have a few choices to get out of here. You got the underground railroad to our left and right." Prime indicated with his finger while he talked. "Or we could go through the sewers and enter the LS river near La Mesa." "The underground tracks must have some form of camera security for the cops to see us." Drift put a hand on his chin, considering the options. "Lets take the shit-river to LS river and jack a ride from there." Rox proposed. "Of course, we would need to ditch this bad boy before we leave the safe, piss filled sewers." "Sewers it is!" Prime started the truck again and drove towards the less than fine smelling tunnel in front of them. "It is gonna take a while 'till we are out of this place. Care to share your plans for the evening?" Prime asked his compatriots. "A car showcase near the LS-Customs by the airport." Drift leaned back. "I got my Sultan a new paintjob and want to impress the bitches. You know, add a few panties to the wardrobe." Drift's Karin Sultan sports car is a copper colored street/race car. A car is only as good as the driver, this is even more true in the case of Drift, who has out-accelerated Progen T20's with his Sultan. "I hear ya, man." Prime smiled. "But I'm gonna relax at home when we are out. I've had enough exitement for the day. What 'bout you, Rox?" "I still need to steal my Zenporno back from the cops." she examined her gun. "After that, Imma go rookie-huntin'. I just bought a new rocket launcher and want to test it on a few live subjects." Rox grinned. The Zenporno is a purple Pegassi Zentorno Supercar with fluorecent blue dollar rims and has had some heavy bodywork done to it. The car is mostly driven by Rox. "Never change, girl, never change." Drift supressed a giggle. "Never will." she responded before shifting her focus to Prime. "But you have. You're softer than a few months ago. Don't you dare pull a Wes on us, motherfucker." Wes is the original leader of the crew occupied by Prime, Drift and Rox. He left for Liberty City without saying a word. As Prime was co-founder of the crew, he was elected as the new leader with Rox and Drift as his most trusted lieutenants. "Rox is right. We need you here." Drift looked at the man behind the wheel. "Wes was a quitter, you're not. I know you will not leave us, not while we are in shit as deep as we are." "I am turning a bit older since my time here in Los Santos." Prime focused on the filthy water in front of him. "Not on the outside, but on the inside I am turning gray. Don't get the wrong idea, I am not leaving the crew behind just yet. I just need time to sit down and enjoy the view from time to time. San Andreas has some beautifull locations if you would just stop and stare for a second, no I am not just talking about the racks at Rockford Mansion." "You better not leave us alone, dipshit." Rox held her rifle against Prime's head. "Not with the number of crew members at an all time low." Prime pushed the brake right before a fairly steep ramp up. "This is the last ramp out. Lets leave the truck and part ways for the night." he said, trying to change the conversation. "Rox." Drift said. "Need a ride to the impound lot?" "Sure." she got out of the truck and hid away her weapon. "But I decide the radio station!" "Well, see ya later," Prime gave a salute and walked out of the sewer and directly into a small group of streetracers. "You fellas won't mind me taking your nice Serrano?" he asked while walking towards a bright red convertible sportscar. "Of course not. You can't hear me." The man got inside of the car and took off to the road with a few bullet holes in the trunk and tail lights of the car. As Prime drove away, a huge explosion could be seen and heard coming from the sewers he just left. If one would return at the scene, one scorched wreck of an armored truck , seven torched human bodies and tire tracks from three cars could be seen. "Something Rox and Drift both agree on." Prime smiled as he took a ramp up to the road and out of the drain. "Disposing of the evidence." The moment Prime's stolen car touched the asphalt, he made a beeline towards a large storage building with one garage door near the LS river. He got out of the car and poured some gasoline over it before entering the building. The building served as one of three car storages he owned, this specific one was used for the heavier vehicles like a military grade armored truck called 'Insurgent' and a rusty 1930's hauler called 'Duneloader'. Prime, however, chose the one car that differed from the rest: a metallic grey and orange sports car called 'Furore'. "Let's go home." Prime got in the car and out of the storage building. Before he would leave, he set the stolen Surano on fire with a combination of gasoline on the car and exhaust-spark from the high performance Lampadati Furore. Then Prime put the pedal to the metal and drove towards his Del Perro appartment near the boardwalk. When he got to his appartment building, his phone rang. a picture of Drift appeared on the small screen. "Yo, sup?" Prime answered while he entered the building. "Car show got compromised, G. Cops all over the airfield." "Need a ride?" "Naw, man. Snatched a Maverick and am heading to your crib." "What has gottten into you? Leading cops to my place? There is a reason we wear masks during jobs!" "My joint is too small to fit seven people and the cops eye it, too." "So you bring seven rookie street racers to the home of a bank robber?" "The cops don't know you, dog. 'Sides, they good. They ain't got no beef with others." "Why not Rox her place? She lives near the airport." "She out killing dudes, remember? Oh, and I also need a place to sleep." "Fine, but none of you are getting the comfort of a couch. All of you sleep on the floor." With that, they ended the phone call and Prime had already entered his own high-end appartment and sat on his couch. "Why does it always come down to me?" he whined to no one in particular. "No wonder Wes left. Being the boss is more work than it is worth. Maybe I should leave town too. Maybe start something in Paleto Bay or live the rest of my days in Sandy Shores?" He got up from the large couch in his living room and went to his kitchen for a glass of wine. "Maybe go to Liberty City, visit Wes." At that moment, a buzzer rang througout his appartment and he walked to the door. It was Drift with exactly seven rookie street racers following his lead. "Come in, motherfucker." Prime opened his door and let the new people in. "Thanks, man. I owe you one." Drift put his hand on Prime's shoulder. "Don't mention it. That's what friends do: help each other out of the shit..." Prime started. "And jump back into it together!" Drift finished Primes words and they high-fived each other with a dumb grin on both their faces. "Okay, people!" Prime turned to all of the other people in the room, some were drinking Prime's wiskey and others were hitting the bong. "If you have no legit reason to be here..." he did a quick one-over of his home. "... I suggest you get your asses out of my house or face the barrel of my sniper rifle!" Four of the seven racers left the appartment immedeately after Prime spoke his words. The remaining three were all female and apperantly hoping Prime would allow them to stay for a few favors, if their clothes were anything to go by. "And take these sluts with you, Drift. I may be lonely, but I'm not desperate." Prime turned to his friend. "What the fuck happened to us being able to crash here?" Drift responded, somewhat pissed. "Change of plans." Prime answered. "Tomorrow at the Shack I'll explain it." The Shack is a small building on an island east of the main state of San Andreas and can only be reached by boat or helicopter, unless one likes to swim 700 yards with their clothes on and their car on the side of a cliff. The building may have been a home a long time ago, but now it serves as the main HQ for the crew now owned by Prime for its desolation from any main roads and overall impossibillity to see it from any form of civilisation in the state. "You fucking better." Drift pushed Prime away with his finger on Primes chest. "Come, ladies. We're not welcome here." With that, the appartment was empty again, except for Prime moving towards his bedroom to catch some sleep.