I'm gonna be gone all next week, so you all get that week's segment early.:P
About this creation
The finished igloo already looked cozy, especially with the plummeting temperature and the nightwinds beginning to howl. The girl began to climb down the dome and lost her footing, falling face-first into the snow. The colonel smiled and offered his hand which she quickly took. He heaved her up and shook her hand, “I’m sorry but I don’t believe that we’ve met. I know all my soldiers, but yours is a new face to me. What’s your name, soldier?”
She dusted the snow off of her uniform while he talked. “Private Essa Tanter, sir.” She saluted smartly as she noticed who she was addressing.
“Essa Tanter… Essa Tanter… Oh, yes I remember you,” His smile broadened, “You’re the spaghetti girl!” She winced at this calling back to an embarrassing memory. The Colonel regained his composure before continuing. “What brought you into this war exactly?”
“I was drafted, sir.” She said, still avoiding eye contact.
“That’s rich, but you’ll have to supply a better story than all that if you want to convince anyone.” He quipped.
“But that’s the truth I swear!”
“It can’t be, you are two years shy of being caught by the draft.”
“That is funny, because people are always saying-”
“Oh I wager people say a lot of things, but I didn’t achieve colonelcy for lack of common sense. It is rather obvious that you weren’t drafted. Underneath your cloak you wear a dress uniform in good condition. Any soldier could tell you that their dress uniform is for special occasions and yet you wear yours to build the colonel’s igloo, which likely means you stole it. But why? Also, there’s no way I could forget the spaghetti girl who came with a wave of volunteers for a tour of the Nexus Tower construction.”
She was befuddled. “I tore my regular uniform beyond repair in the battle for Yetti Hill, sir. This is all I’ve got till my new uniform comes. Er, sir.” She stammered.
“Oh that’s quite alright, you should have asked me to order that uniform though, officers get one-day delivery on that sort of thing. As I recall you’re a bit of a crack-shot.” He said, hands folded behind his back.
“Oh yes, sir, I am,” She began excitedly, the way most people respond when they talk about what they love, “I could probably blow an ant off that hill.” She raised her hand towards the horizon and froze.
“What is it?” The colonel looked past her pointing arm. A horsemen has just crested the rise over which they had come and was presently dashing towards them. The colonel unslung his rifle – there, in full pursuit of the solitary horsemen was a band of maelstrom horsemen, silhouetted against the evening sky.
The Empathizer riders reined in their horses at the sight of a Nexus Force encampment and fled for cover. The lone horseman slapped his steed furiously- it was one of the colonel’s scouts. Foam dripped from the exhausted horse’s mouth. Breathless, the scout climbed off his horse and fell at the colonel’s feet.
“Stromlings, sir,” He rasped, “Thousands! They’re all over.”
TwoEdge grasped the Colonel’s arm. “Look!”
There, on the hill’s summit and in all directions surrounding the hamlet, emerged a great multitude of Stromling empathizers.