After the dealing with the trial Cornelius thought it best to lay low. In the back of his mind he wondered whether or not the Magistrate had realised that he come into posession of his rings that day he asked for directions in the street and the whole thing was a petty show of power.
No matter. Glork would always find the balance and set things right, for Cornelius was merely re-distributing some of the wealth of this man, and for a noble cause too. It was imperative that the messiah be kept safe.
He had mostly kept to himself in the following days. He had used the caps to ensure there were lodgings for the party and had used the rest to buy an old scrap of a motorcyle and side car that looked beyond repair. He had decided to focus his efforts on a project where he might be able to fix something and spent night and day reconditioning the vehicle. He found it to be a most fulfilling endeavour, much more so than the experience with his tea. He was glad he hadn’t squandered his caps on those short lived pleasures of the flesh this time.
Cornelius spent his time adjusting suspensions, servicing tappets and loosening rusty bolts with a hammer. He had even found a suitable old spaceship froma children’s play set that would serve as a two seated chassis, perfect for Nook and Crag anda bit of gear. He would bring them with him on his Journey towards the shadow lands.
As Cornelius toiled on his Opus Magnus he reflected on the happenings to date. Glork had granted him his powers yet everytime he used them it was met with disapproval. Does glork not provide such that it should be consumed? The echoes of his mother’s oice from the cave churned in his head like waves crashing on a rocky shore.
He just wanted to fix the world, he didn’t chose his powers.
A tear crashed onto the dusty leather seat of the motorcycle and it, like his encounters while amonst his comrades, turned it into a muddy mess. He was right to go on this journey and take a break. They would understand. He needed some answers. He rememberd the flash back of the machine in a darkened room, the screams from the cave that echoed in the same intensity of the screams from the blast that where Glork redistibuted the eternal energies of his parents.
There was something out there where he was more than just a blasting torch and a nuisance. He would only find it by going on his own journey where he could make sense of the world around him and his purpose. If there was indeed one. He was important somehow he just wasn’t sure. The messiah had noble band of protectors around so there was no danger to him. The messiah certainly wouldn’t be safe whilst cornelius bumbled through this journey. And it was important that the Messiah got to where he needed be.
From the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of the crystal ball from the cave.
“What monstrous energy dwells in here” he queried under his breath as he examined the ball. As he hid it away and concealed it under a pile of gear for laer research.
He kickstarted the bike and it sputered into life. and with a few final adjustments is was running pretty smooth for a wreck. Even the Junk seller was impressed with the efforts.
“at least i did something right this week” he muttered as he rode out of the scrapyard, loaded with enough guzoline to take him to the nearest town. He hurriedly scribbled a note for his comrades and left it at the bar of the common house and asked the bartender to pass it on for him.
He finaly managed to rouse nook and crag from their afternoon nap and hurried them into his sidecar, bundling the book into his backpack for safe keeping.
“I’ll catch up” is all it read as Cornelius and his companions rode out of town silently, pensively even.
as he passed through gates out of town, he caught a man chasing him in his mirrors and gently applied the brakes. He wasn’t much used to riding motorbike and he would need to be careful. The gentleman caught up and lowered the jacket he had used to prote him from the dust trail he had left.
“I noticed that you were getting ready for some kind of journey and hadn’t thought you would be ready so quickly”
“Just a few bolts here and there and some inlets to calibrate, nothing much really” Cornelius cheefully answered.
The dust had setteld and as he lifted his goggles he noticed the man was carrying a parcel hastily wrapped in string, the reason for the chase was suddenly apparant.
“If you happened to be going past <location>, I er, wouldn’t you mind just droppping this parcel off with <person> for me?”
At least he was direct, mused Cornelius “Well its not exactly on my way and…”
" I could give you some caps for the trouble, and some extra clean water and camping gear, looks like you forgot about that, got to stay covered up in the evenings, its even camouflaged, could be useful. Oh and this too"
He pulled a tattered sawn off shotgun out of his boot, cracked it open revaling two shells in the chamber
“Might be useful too”
Cornelius weighed his options, the man had chased him to catch, seems this package was important to him, enough for him to be so genorous and helpful.
“Sure, That sounds like a deal to me, say who will I say its from?”
and at that the gentleman was already half way towards town, the items in stack on the floor.
“Well, best just be getting on with it, here nook, stash those in hold all”
He replied with an acknowedgin grunt
“I’ve got to work on those manners, lets see if we can’t do something about them on this here roadtrip”
“Manners is Glork?” Asked Crag
Cornelius set his goggles back and left Crag to wonder as he pulled off, witht he wind at his back