Authors note: I’m sorry I missed last weeks segment, so here’s that, and this week’s early. Enjoy.
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After a tiring battle the two young officers settled back down to their study of a holo-map in the colonel’s study. “They probably took General Whittier in the direction of their camp in the Perilous Peaks, here.” The colonel pointed to the only segment of mountainous terrain the chunk had to offer. “Perhaps to that fortress we’ve been hearing rumors about.”
TwoEdge shook his head. “Perhaps, but we can never tell with these Stromlings, they don’t even follow accepted principles of strategy.”
“On the other hand, neither do we.” The colonel lifted a cup to his lips, but choked upon the first mouthful. “Ulgh! How is it that our regiment’s head cook can make almost every victual possible except a cup of good tea? This tastes worse than melted snow and peat moss.”
“I think Guru is trying to instill a desire for coffee in you, Colonel.” TwoEdge stroked the corner of his mouth.
“Oh smile all you like friend. If he keeps making this mud under the name of tea I’ll have no other choice.” He sat the cup down and looked once more to the map.”Anyway, I am of the opinion that the Empathizers will want to use General Whittier as a bargaining chip for one of our high-ranking prisoners.”
“Most likely, unless we rescue him first.” TwoEdge said with a grin.
“They’ll be expecting that. And I don’t mean to disappoint them, but we’ll have to tread lightly. I already have scouts seeking out possible ambuscades as we speak.” The holo-map was suddenly replaced by the face of an orderly. “Message from General Palomar, sir.” The figure saluted, “He’d like to see you in his quarters immediately.”
“General Palomar? I’ll be there shortly.” The colonel said, grabbing his coat. The orderly was replaced once more by the holo-map.
“Ha! That toady bilge rat isn’t sparing any time taking command of this place. General Whittier was captured just yesterday and Palomar is already setting up his new regime in his headquarters. I never liked Palomar.” TwoEdge said crossing his arms.
“I couldn’t agree more friend.“ The colonel said, taking his hat from the table. “Still he’s my superior, so I owe him respect and obedience. I’ll be back shortly, Edge.”
The walk to Palomar’s office was thankfully very long. Not that the colonel really needed the exercise, but rather because it meant Palomar was far away from him. One of the base sentries accompanied him for the last little stretch and ushered him through a narrow passage into a comfortable room. A large fire popped and crackled on the hearth. The rom smelt strongly of pine woodsmoke, new leather and cigars. A plush sofa, four poster bed, and a profusion of mahogany tables were new to the space. General Whittier never had any more furniture than what was necessary. An elegant heirloom desk replaced the simple writing that General Whittier used to give orders from.
A door in the right wall near the foot of the bed swung open. A portly figure in full dress uniform jangled into the room. His face red from the exertion, the General let himself sink into a plush leather chair behind the polished desk. This was General Palomar, a minifigure who’d climbed the ranks of the nexus force more from deaths and discharges above him than from his own merit. “Ah, Colonel,” He began in a high pitched, nasally voice, “Here at last. Tell me señor, how do you fancy my new quarters? They are, of course temporary until General Whittier is released. Please, do sit down.”
The colonel sat in the unpadded chair opposite Paolmar. The chair was low so that Palomar, sitting across the desk, would seem taller to those sitting there. The general toyed with a feather pen, picking at its feathery tip. His slanted eyes and large hook nose reminded the colonel of a hawk.
“Colonel, I have observed entirely too much freedom in your regiment, and I intend to put an end to it. Do I make myself quite clear?”
The colonel bit his lip till he tasted something salty and metallic. “Yes-sir.”
“Bueno, now according to my understanding, the 7th is best when engaged in raids and assassinations, correct?”
The colonel was about to speak, but Palomar continued, “is no’ my type of warfare, rather cowardly to me, but very useful nonetheless.” Palomar waited for a response, but when one was not forthcoming he went on. “I have a little raid for you. There’s a regiment in Deconstruction Deep protecting a very important bridge. I want the 7th to reinforce them as it is reported that the Maelstrom has surrounded the village and bridge.” He said in his usually snotty way.
“Deconstruction Deep, sir? You do know that the deep is eleven kilobricks from here, right sir?”
Palomar dropped the pen and crossed his arms. “Your point, colonel?” He said coldly, looking down the length of his nose to the colonel.
“My point, sir, is why do we need a bridge that is completely out of our way?”
The general’s eyebrows narrowed. “Are you questioning the military judgement of your superior?”
“Not at all, sir.” The colonel said hastily.
The general nodded his head in approval as he lit a cigar. Something about this mission was very strange. “I don’t suppose you know which regiment is at the bridge, sir?”
“I have given you all the necessary information colonel,” Palomar began, puffing smoke into the young colonel’s face, “That bridge must be held at any and all costs. You will start at daybreak tomorrow, good day.”
Regaining his feet, the colonel saluted stiffly. “Good day sir.”
Upon his return to his study, he found TwoEdge dusting the bookshelves out of sheer boredom.
“Back so soon? What did he want?” TwoEdge inquired, very glad to have something to do.
“I’ll give you one guess, Edge.” The colonel said, placing his hat on a coatpin in the wall.
“Well then, he was obviously congratulating you on our performance in battle yesterday! Yup, that’s gotta be it.” TwoEdge said with a grin.
“Heh, not exactly. We have a new mission.” The colonel grabbed a hammerspace and began filling it from two chests.
“Fantastic, I knew I was close. Where to and with whom?”
“Deconstruction Deep, with the whole 7th regiment.”
“Oh, I see. What’s in the Deep?”
“A bridge, apparently.” The colonel continued packing.
“But why do we need a bridge all the way in the Deep?” TwoEdge scratched the back of his head.
“The fact that there’s a regiment guarding it, and also that they’re surrounded by stromlings.”
“A regiment you say. But I haven’t heard of any regiments deployed at the moment.And why in thunder are we guarding a bridge so far from the base?”
The colonel sheathed a small knife in his boot. “Your guess is as good as mine. Now you know as much about the mission as I do. Issue the necessary orders, we leave tomorrow at dawn.”
“Yes sir, but I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” TwoEdge shook his head.
“You’re a born conspirator, Edge.” The colonel slapped him on the shoulder.
“Perhaps I’m not too keen on leaving the comfort of rest in chase of some illusive regiment protecting a rotting bridge in the middle of literally nowhere.” TwoEdge grunted as he began packing his hammerspace.
“Neither am I mate. General Palomar is enjoying his newfound power. He has a plan of some sort, but something tells me that we aren’t in it.”
Thank you! I wonder would you like to make a character for the story? They'd need a bio, in which you should probably include these:
As well as any other information that is pertinant to your character. If you'd like that is.;)