A scout ran towards them from the direction of the town. “No sign of Stromlings, sir. Not our men neither. Everything’s quiet as can be, sir.”
The Colonel frowned. “I see… Fall into rank.” He said to the soldier. He then raised his voice addressing the entire command. “7th, ready rifles. First company forward center with me. For’ard march!” And so he led them down to the hamlet. The bridge itself was old, as well as barely being wider than two minifigures. The planks clattered under the soldiers’ boots, but there was no movement from the huts. Upon reaching the other side the first company formed a semicircle, their rifles leveled at the huts. The Colonel motioned Captain Conrad to his side. “Surround the village immediately. Harm none, but allow none to escape.”
The Captain’s sombrero bounced almost comically as he wordlessly dashed off with his company, allowing the rest of the regiment to file across the bridge. The Colonel went to cross the bridge, and was joined by TwoEdge. Together they wearily stepped onto the bridge. Dark spots had splotched many of the planks, and more than a few boards had entirely disintegrated. TwoEdge’s foot broke through a less obviously disintegrating plank. With the Colonel’s help he dislodged his leg, the unfortunate plank falling to the river. “So this is our objective?” TwoEdge snorted watching as the plank shattered on the icy river’s surface. “A twenty-brick rotten, sorry- [i]rotting[i/] bridge leading across a frozen river to a dozen or so ill-made huts?”
“I don’t understand,” The Colonel began, “There is obviously no military use for this bridge, or this village.”
“There’s not even a good use for a bridge at all when the Stromlings can simply march as they please across ice thick enough to shatter wood.” TowEdge exclaimed, obviously worked up about the matter.
“Indeed, but the bridge is not our objective, rather the regiment guarding it. Where are they?” He waved at the empty space, desolate of life save his own soldiers and that of the tiny village.
“As I see it there are three possibilities: One, they already left, or two, they were defeated by the stromlings.”
“Impossible, there was no battle here. Just look at the bridge, there’s not a single bolt-scorch or sword mark on it.” The Colonel ran his hand over the rough wood. There were a few ancient scars, but nothing to tell the tale of a recent battle.
“In that case,” TwoEdge continued, “They must’ve left already, though for what reason escapes me, after all they were under orders to hold the bridge, and of course, there aren’t any stromlings in the vicinity.”
“We don’t know that for certain. The scouts should report shortly. But you mentioned a third possibility, what is it?” The Colonel scratched his chin.
“I’m afraid you’re not going to like it, Colonel.” TwoEdge folded his arms and stared at his friend.
“That’s never stopped you from voicing your opinion before.” The Colonel quipped.
The lieutenant colonel smiled. “The third possibility is that this ghostly regiment never existed in the first place.”
The colonel thought on these words silently, resting his elbows on the rail. “I’m not ready to accept that,” He said at last. “It would mean foul play and I don’t wish to ascribe that to any Nexus Force officer without firm proof. Come, let’s question some of the villagers, and see what they have to say.”
Quoting Lucas R.
Interesting. Can't wait to find out what happens.
I would suggest a tad more character building and some more explanation of the background for those unfamiliar with the Lego Universe storyline.
I'll see what I can do. And you'll have to expuond on the background bit, because I've been making stuff up that would fit into the LU, but I don't know if that's what you're talking about.:P Thank you!;)