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Insert long exausting background of a mass murderer who was chosen to become the first "papa" of Poke's group, who then killed said leader, had a club foot repaired, killed again (there were a few more in there), Sent to battle school, left hanging in a vent with his murders recordered, sent to a mental insitution, rescued from said insitution by Russians, led the Russian forces to finish the decomposition of the Third Warsaw Pact, abducted Ender's Jeesh and others, captured Petra, forced out of Russia, found a nitch in India, forced resolution between Pakistan and India, almost concured the world only to have his plans dashed as a little arch-enemy called Bean decided to rescue Petra, and carried away with the Chineese. His name is Achilles by the way. (Ah-Sheel) not like one would think.

But yes. Mass murderer (who is about... 13/14ish) has not had a good past few days. The Chineese thought they could use him, but he got away. No one could hold Achilles. He was too smart. The Universe Bent to His Will. Now it was time for... calculated revenge.

He opens a door.

There is /no/ office on the other side of it. There are tables. And chairs. And people drinking.

What. the. hell.

Of course, insert closing door.

Mass Murderer who is liked by almost everyone he meets. Anyone wanta explain?

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Bonzo looks at the door when Achilles comes in. Oh, hell. Not again. And he orders a very strong drink.

Achilles doesn't notice. He's standing there. Not saying anything. Assimilating. All that jazz.

Bonzo downs the drink in one shot. There's a decidedly immense desire to go for his blaster and try to cut Achilles down ASAP. No, Corran and Dooku wouldn't like that... Muttering quietly, he watches as Achilles slips into the room. What can I do?

Achilles stalks around the edge. He's plastered a I'm-perfectly-nice, look on his face. The only he wore around Polk's crew and the teachers. The I'm-not-a-mass-murderer look.

And Bonzo remembers seeing it...perhaps once or twice. He's definitely fighting to keep control...and quite concerned about his odds against Achilles. This is bad. And he's slowly slinking towards a door. That blaster will be accompanying him for quite a while.

Is stilll... not paying any more than passing attention to Bonzo.

Bonzo disappears down a hall. He reappears a few minutes later, blaster by his side. And he slips back to the Bar.

Achilles is... going around. Leanring, looking... all that jazz.

Bonzo is back at the Bar proper. Probably not alone, either, but not with anyone.

And Achilles hascompleted a circut. Maybe it is time to ask for help

And Achilles bumps into Bonzo. Bonzo, naturally, spins around. "Hello, Achilles." And his hand is on his blaster, which is semi-concealed.

Achilles eyes the boy. "I... do not think I know you." And he doesn't. Bonzo's like... dead.

Bonzo blinks. "You don't know me?" There's a frown on his face. He doesn't exactly believe that.

"No." And Achilles usualy remembers people /very/ well.

Bonzo takes a deep breath. "What happened to you before you came in here?"

Defensive mode. "I was walking to my office." Achilles says, he's not going to give information away.

"In India?"

"I'm afraid I do not know you?" It is quite apparent that Achilles isn't offering any information.

Bonzo shakes his head. "Don't mention it." And Bonzo takes a deep breath. Either he's faking or I'm not in as much trouble as I thought.

Achilles looks mildly puzzled in his oh-so-innocent fasion.

And Bonzo goes back to his drink, wanting very much to shoot Achilles, and not letting Achilles escape his view.

And... Achilles is confused. Which is not good. Confused+Achilles=Bad. He follows the boy.

"How do you know me?"

"It's a long story."

Silence. Unhelpful prat.

"What is this place?"

"Milliways." Pause. "It's not really anywhere." Pause. "Uh...you can't kill anyone here. I know you'll find that to be difficult. Also, no outside business." Which means I guess I can't kill you here.

Flash I'd-never-kill-anyone face! Shocked expression 'n all. Perfect innocense.

"Milliways?" carefully.

Yet more restraint is exercised, as shown by the fact that Achilles is not on his way to the floor right now. "Yeah."

Not getting anything out of this source.... okayy.... Achilles nods his... thanks and starts to walk away.

As if by magic, a tall, red-haired man is there.

"Hello, Achilles." He even pronounces it right. Names are easy.

Achillies is quite sure that he has never been in this place before. Nor does he know the people here. Yet, somehow, there are two people who know /his/ name. The child mastermind is having problems.

"Pardon, but I do not believe I know your name?"

The man smiles. "I am sure you do, you simply don't know to place it with my face. I'm usually fairly stylized in paintings. One of my names is the Skywalker."

Raised on the streets of Rotterdam, Placed directly into a world-wide military...

"I'm afraid I do not."

Achilles didn't have much time for things like religon, or mythology, or whatnot.

He shrugs. "Or perhaps not. In any case... I'm someone who can aid you, until one of us betrays the other."

An uplifted eyebrow here, but Achilles looks interested.

"Help would be greatly appricated."

Skywalker nods. "Now, I cannot aid you in your world, it is not mine. You are, no doubt, quite capable... there. Here, you have nothing but your native talents, and those who know of you already have had time to air their opinions... You do not have the feel of one to truly make friends." He pauses a moment.

"Here, there are gods, and other, stranger beings. Beings who can look into yourself deeper than you can. Beings who could kill you without much effort." He smiles. "Fortunately for you, there are rules against that, here. First off, any business you may have in your world: do not bring it here. At least, not officially. Second off: No violence here. Some of those who are among the security staff here even I would hesitate to cross. Third, no nudity. I don't think you'd find that a problem."

Achilles listens to the stranger with more than a tiny bit of utter disbelief. Gods? God was, is not real.

He'll humor the person for a bit though.

"Where is here?"

Loki smiles. He loves this part. "Milliways. Bar at the end of the universe. The ending can be seen out there." He points to the observation window.

That would be twice that someone has said Milliways. His eyes flick to the window and then dismiss it eyes flickering back to Loki. That was easy to create.

"And why would this 'bar' be in the doorway of my office?"

Loki shrugs. "It comes in many ways. For me, it was through a bridge, for another, I heard he fell off the edge of his world. But it tends to prefer doorways. It's not in any one universe, but connects to them all. Of course, you can continue to disbelieve this, but the fact remains, you came here through the doorway of your office via a means far beyond any of the arts known to your time."

Okay, upraised eyebrow is staying.

"And what happened to the door once I came though it?"

Loki looks at the door. "Do you see it?"

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