“Edge, you know that you are my best friend, right?” The young colonel asked. TwoEdge scratched his head, “I’ve known that for years. Of course, I’m quite nearly your only friend, so that’s not saying very much at all.” The colonel grinned. “Let me explain what I mean,” He looked around and picked up a handful of snow and balanced it levelly in his hand. “You see this bit of snow? Up in my hand, suspended in the air you can see that it is all alone. There’s nothing of the same texture or character in proximity.” He bent down again, grabbing another handful of snow, grinding them into a single ball. “This is what happened when I met you. We became bosom friends, unique, the only ones of our type. There are no Nexus Force officers like us in all of Crux Nadir, maybe the universe. I don’t say this to boast, but because it is true; we are quite peculiar.” “Quite.” TwoEdge said smiling. “As my friend, you are the dearest person to me in life. But I have my duty, and I have a mission for you.” “You want me to go through enemy lines for help?” TwoEdge inquired knowingly. “Why, yes. How did you know?”
“It’s the only option that we have, and being the conceited fellow I am, I knew that I was the only man that you’d trust with the job. When shall I be leaving?”
“Now. You’ll have to borrow one of the village horses, and ride as fast as you can. I’ll hold the village as long as I can. How many soldiers do you need to accompany you?” “Numbers aren’t going to help me fight my way out, so the fewer the better for stealth.” “Very well,” The colonel ordered a nearby sentry to locate Squad One. “TwoEdge, you know that I would rather do this. I don’t like sending my soldiers into danger when I can’t go with them. But it’s my duty to stay with my troops. I brought them here and it is my responsibility to bring them out. Even though your position is likely more dangerous, it is my duty to remain.”
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
The familiar forms of Squad One emerged from the shadow of night, quickly forming a semicircle around the colonel and TwoEdge. “Squad one present and accounted for, sir.” The Sentinel affirmed. “Very well. Guru, you are going with the lieutenant colonel to get reinforcements from headquarters. Emarcee, you go as well.” “Aye, aye, sir!” “Good, now I need two others.” A man not much younger than the Colonel stepped forward. He was a rough looking man who sported several scars and a continuous five o’clock shadow. And even if his appearance wasn’t so telling one need only look in the young man’s eyes to see that, despite the war having just begun, he’d lived through it for decades. “As I see it, sir, I’m best fit for missions like this. I’ll do it.” “Thank you, Mister Arrow, your service to the mission will be invaluable. And you, Tanter,” He clasped the quite sniper’s shoulder, “show these fellows that a good soldier doesn’t need to be able to talk the ears off a mule.” Five of the best horses were quickly gathered and prepared for the journey. The Colonel pulled a small holo-map out of his saddle bag. “I would have recommended that you break through the stomling lines away from the main base and circle back around, but it wouldn’t work. These Stromling Empathizers are well used to warfare and they’ll likely expect for us to send for help. They’ll be looking for us to break out in the opposite direction – a very common ruse. Therefore, you must go straight for their line and once you’re through, ride like the wind.” TwoEdge leapt into the saddle, his restive horse prancing under the weight. Leaning down, he firmly grasped the colonel’s hand. “Have no worries, friend,” he began in a hushed voice, “we’ll be back again fine, just you wait and see.”
The Colonel smiled painfully, an unwanted tear trembling in the corner of his eye. “Godspeed my friend.”
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
Another moment and all five were dashing toward the line of enemy campfires. Their forms were devoured by the darkness, the quiet crunching snow under their horses’ hooves sounding eerily to the colonel as some bestial creature who didn’t want its chewing to reveal it’s hiding spot. “are you alright, sir?” major Legoboi asked.
“yes, Legoboi, I’m fine.” The officer moved on in his rounds, but the Colonel continued to stare into the darkness. “Fine?” he thought, “yes. If he dies –no. Who would I have left? God be with them.”
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A few rays of light broke through the dense cloud cover, momentarily gleaming on the messengers’ rifles. “slow down,” TwoEdge tightened his horse’s reigns. “We’ll try and steal through as quickly as possible.” He lead toward a large gap between two fires. They advanced with heads bent low, partly due to the chilling wind, and partly to better keep their yellow faces from standing out in the darkness. Snow crunched in the absolutely tarry darkness to their left and a horse snorted. TwoEdge fingered his trigger. Six or seven shadowy forms padded by, their riders quietly conversing amongst themselves. It must’ve been a patrol heading towards the Nexus Force camp. TwoEdge raised his hand and lead forward, they were now on the level of the camp fires. Great bearded stromlings sat round the fires, their forms silhouetted against the flames. A voice shouted a challenge into the crisp night air. Cam Arrow gave a convincingly stromling-esque reply, trotting his horse in front on TwoEdge. “Waos da password?” The Empathizer sentry shouted back. “Down with the maelstrom!” Cam charged at the sentry. Before the startled Stromling could respond he was stretched in the snow by a blow from one of Cam’s sizable fists.
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
“Ride!” TwoEdge cried, all need for stealth now passed away. They dashed their heels deep into their horses’ flanks and sprang forward into the light, bowling the bewildered brutes over like wickets in a cricket match. Before the startled stromlings could gather their wits or their weapons, the five nexus Force riders were through the line and racing towards their own camp, some fifty kilobricks away.
"Wise words by wise men write wise deeds in wise pen." —Lollimon the Wise
Another moment and all five were dashing toward the line of enemy campfires. Their forms were devoured by the darkness, the quiet crunching snow under their horses’ hooves sounding eerily to the colonel as some bestial creature who didn’t want its chewing to reveal it’s hiding spot. “are you alright, sir?” major Legoboi asked.
“yes, Legoboi, I’m fine.” The officer moved on in his rounds, but the Colonel continued to stare into the darkness. “Fine?” he thought, “yes. If he dies –no. Who would I have left? God be with them.”
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A few rays of light broke through the dense cloud cover, momentarily gleaming on the messengers’ rifles. “slow down,” TwoEdge tightened his horse’s reigns. “We’ll try and steal through as quickly as possible.” He lead toward a large gap between two fires. They advanced with heads bent low, partly due to the chilling wind, and partly to better keep their yellow faces from standing out in the darkness. Snow crunched in the absolutely tarry darkness to their left and a horse snorted. TwoEdge fingered his trigger. Six or seven shadowy forms padded by, their riders quietly conversing amongst themselves. It must’ve been a patrol heading towards the Nexus Force camp. TwoEdge raised his hand and lead forward, they were now on the level of the camp fires. Great bearded stromlings sat round the fires, their forms silhouetted against the flames. A voice shouted a challenge into the crisp night air. Cam Arrow gave a convincingly stromling-esque reply, trotting his horse in front on TwoEdge. “Waos da password?” The Empathizer sentry shouted back. “Down with the maelstrom!” Cam charged at the sentry. Before the startled Stromling could respond he was stretched in the snow by a blow from one of Cam’s sizable fists.
-last edited on Sept 26, 2018 0:40:27 GMT by TheGreatCon
Post by TheGreatCon on Sept 26, 2018 0:39:49 GMT
Name: Captain Conrad
Age: 36
Short backstory: Long years of service in the Nexus Force.
Personality/traits: A constant contrast between a dead-serious demeanor, and a rather bizarre piece of headgear. Seems totally unCONscious of the CONspiciousness of his hat.
Kept it short and to the point, didn't figure you had room to include much more plus I didn't want to make any glaring mistakes.
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