100 Challenge 21. War

Nope. 
Don't Ask.
I don't know either.
Total run away twist of Firefly/Titan A.E
...
Just gunna sweep this under the carpet and hope you don't notice. I just need to move on. I'll re-write something when I get fired up again...
Although, best opening lines ever? That's the first thing I thought about when war was mentioned...
War. Huh! What is it good for? Absolutely nothing! Say it again! *sings*

Ahem. I might be a little tired. 
Excuse me.

100 Challenge - 21. War

21. War

"War."

"Huh?"

"What is it good for?" 

"Absolutely nothing." The two drinking bums giggled to themselves, before raising their glasses together and downing their small shots of fiery spirit. They both refilled from the glass amber bottle and toasted again. One of them turned in his seat, a merry look upon his face and raised his glass to a shadow in the corner of the bar. He then turned back to his drinking partner, swallowed his drink, ready for another round. 

"Absolutely nothing." The shadow mumbled, sipping his drink. 

"What you say Cap'n Kale?" A larger man asked the shadow. 

"Nothing Brick, not a thing, must be hearing things again." Kale flashed a smile and shuffled in his seat, straightening himself up. His eyes flashing upwards to the door, then to the window and then to every body within the room, he was never relaxed, was always alert to everything about his presence. Brick on the other hand was taking up much of the seat opposite, He couldn't help it mind, Brick was a huge man, dark skinned with large muscles and very little fat. He stood over six and a half, shadowed everyone he met with a menacing look in his eyes, which faded after a good few pints.

Kale on the other hand was lean, he was by no means scrawny, but then again he was in no way the peak of muscular stature. Kale saw it that if he could run a good while before getting wheezy, then he was doing alright. 

The door to the dreary bar opened and a cloaked figure walked in, dragging a small silver case on wheels behind them. The fancy grey cloak hood was dropped and a rush of gold locks fell on porcelain white skin. Kale nodded to the new comer and motioned them over. They ordered a drink from the barkeep and made their way over. 

"Fancy?" Kale asked, not bothering to rise from his seat to greet his acquaintance. Fancy was a New Breed and it's not that Kale didn't trust New Breeds, but well, Kale Roth didn't trust many people. 

"I've asked you to stop calling me that." Fancy said as he sat down in chair next to Brick, opposite Kale. He then shook off the grey cloak to reveal a smart silk grey suit. 

"Well I ain't calling you Fer-Raednathavy," Kale said with some difficulty. "Fancy suits you fine. Now what have you got for me Fancy?" 

The New Breed narrowed his pale eyes at the insulting Human, but the arrival of more drinks softened the mood a little. He then lifted the case onto the table, moving their drinks out of the way and clicked it open, towards Kale, making sure no drunks could see in. 

Kale oversaw what was in the case, a little lump catching hard in his throat. Behind a thick sheet of lit up glass was a genuine square of grass, couple of inches by a couple of inches complete with soil, straight from the grounds of Earth. Kale longed to open the glass and touch the fine green blades, rub them between his fingers, take in their fresh scent, but he had a buyer who was willing to pay highly for this square of turf, so Kale thought better of his longing. 

The reason this square was worth more than a grand old painting or sculpture was because of what had happened twenty one years ago. War