#disruptor

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as of Scorched 51 the potential new recruits

Fun fact it has always been a leftist idea.

This ideology is not and has never been common place, it is a willful misconception to believe otherwise. The traditionalist have argued for millennia that they own their workers as slaves/serfs, as property. Workers have never been treated like people.

Top 47K - Disruptor (and 5D Chess with Multiverse Time Travel!)

The entrance door burst open, bringing a gush of bright sunlight, cool air and a swirl of dust from outside. In addition to Axe, the Mogul Khan, who had been gone for the day and had obviously just returned. He had been out to glory in carnage and to annihilate his enemies. While Disruptor, the Stormcrafter, often participated in these adventures, this time he had chosen to stay at home and instead prepare dinner. And tidy their house. Repair their armour and meditate to cultivate his magical powers.

Axe tramped into the room, threw the door shut behind him forcefully and, as he passed the wide table on his way to the bedroom, dropped his double-axe on it. It hit the wooden surface with a loud clonk, blood dripping from the sharp blades.

It was longer than the table, the shaft hanging over the edge, and nearly as wide as the table.

Disruptor blinked at the axe in front of him, blocking almost the whole work surface where he had been cutting up meat. It was an annoying habit of the Mogul Khan, to drop his weapon wherever, without cleaning it first. Oh, he’d see to it later, he wasn’t careless, but when he came back from one of his trips, he was usually occupied with whatever. Certainly not his weapon.

The Stormcrafter frowned, then called after his mate. “Axe!” There was enough accusation in his tone that Axe had to know what he wanted.

And really, the Khan turned and when he looked at Disrupter, his mouth formed a silent ‘oh’. “Sorry.”

With heavy footsteps, he came back, but instead of taking the weapon, he rounded the table and stopped next to Disrupter. The Khan towered over the Stormcrafter. That was normal, even when standing Disruptor was shorter (and less bulky) but when sitting, the difference in their figure was more prominent. Disruptor wasn’t small, or weak, Axe was simply a tank. Built to fight, built to conquer, pure muscles and strength.

The weapon he carried weighed more than some creatures did and still he wielded it with ease.

Raising both hands, Axe framed Disruptors face. His armoured gloves were cool and hard, definitely uncomfortable against Disruptor’s cheeks, but before the Stormcrafter could do more than deepen his frown, Axe leaned down.

He pressed his lips against Disruptor’s, a stark contrast to the gloves, his lips warm and soft. The kiss was a contrast to all of the Khan, because it was so very tender while the Khan didn’t look as if he knew what that word meant. Yet, when he was with Disruptor, he found this tenderness catching him.

For a few moments, Axe lingered, just enough for Disruptor to close his eyes and start to savour the sweet kiss, then Axe straightened and pulled his hands away. The hint of a smile curved his lips. “Hello. Axe is back.”

Then he tramped away, heading towards the bedroom as he had done a minute ago, leaving his axe lying on the table.

Disruptor stared after his partner, silenced by the affectionate gesture. From the moment the door had opened, he hadn’t moved, his hand stilled mid-cut, hovering over the meat. Now he sighed and laid the knife down.

Yes, it was nice to be greeted in such a way, but it wasn’t what he had meant. The axe still dripped blood and it still blocked the space Disrupter needed. With another sigh, and a small smile (because the kiss had been nice and this was simply typical Axe), he got up and took the weapon. He hung it on the rack specially built for it, next to his hammer, then got a rag to wipe the table.

Aware that Axe didn’t act this carelessly to annoy him, Disruptor invested the minute it took to clean the mess up, then continued to prepare dinner.

And when the Khan returned, the few pieces or armour he usually carried taken off and the blood that had probably been splattered over his body (which Disruptor hadn’t seen, since it was the almost exact colour of Axe’s skin) washed off, he did notice the double-axe being stowed in the weapons rack.

“Thank you.” And for his trouble, Disruptor got another kiss. This time, rough hands framed his face, the skin almost as hard as the armoured gloves, but warm. The kiss was just as tender as the one before, and Axe stroked his thumbs over Disruptor’s cheeks once, before he straightened. He grabbed a stool and dropped onto it, next to the Stormcrafter. “How was your day?”

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