Part L: Rebel Sister
Date: Yippah 15th, 114 A.U.
“So what exactly does the Emperor want in the ancient ruins of Tzel-Maret.”
“Emperor does as pleases,” a gruff winged elf named Hazael said. “Question him we do not.”
“Well, I know that yu do not question one the likes of the emperor,” Sereth replied as she plucked out a cheerful tune on her guitar. It always helped to calm her to play one of her instruments. And Sereth didn’t feel very safe with all of the elves looming about her and continually watching her. . “But I think that we still can know what the emperor’s purposes are.”
“Emperor not told us,” Hazael said. “I cannot tell you.”
“Well, if ye cannae tell the likes of me,” Sereth asked. “Could you at least let me use your little communicator thing to call my sister?”
Hazael’s gaze flipped down toward his prized communicator. “You want use military communicator for small talk.”
“Aye, I do,” Sereth said, strumming along as she kept her care-free attitude. “After all, service on the communicators is free, and I don’t see you using it.”
“They’re for strictly military use,” the lead elf snapped. “They’re not to be used for such frivolous purposes.” Sereth glanced at the lead elf and noted his arching eyebrows and stretched face. Prideful idiot.
“Who is this sister,” Hazael said.
“Och, well, her name is Cortna, though I don’t suppose that you would know who she is. She serves on the Mothership.”
The lead elf suddenly bristled and flipped around to stare at her. “Who?”
“Her name’s Cortna. Don’t know why you would care, though. Not like she-”
The lead elf stiffly walked toward her. “Long black hair? Red birthmark on cheek?”
“Well, yes! Do ya actually know her. I wouldn’t think that-”
The lead elf abruptly sat on the side of the table opposite Sereth. “This sister of yours is a known traitor to the Empire.”
Sereth’s gaze froze and her hand that she had been strumming her guitar with dropped as she suddenly realized that Cortna must have become more overt in her disgust for the Empire. “She what?”
“She was part of a rebel organization who sought to cripple the elven defenses,” the lead elf snapped. “A traitor to the Empire.”
“Well, you cannae suppose that one who has been on the ground for the past decade is exactly in touch with her sister often,” Sereth said, throwing up a defense. “Besides, yu must have the wrong person. My sister wouldn’t do anything against the Empire.”
“Your sister did,” the elf snapped. “One of the leaders in the rebel group, I believe. She got her due reward.”
Sereth’s flippant expression on her face froze as she tried to hide the terror behind her. “Och,” she said, nervously laughing. “I suppose yu punished her for it, then?”
“She has entered into reeducation,” the elf said, watching her face. “I believe that she had special care.”
“Well, that wouldnae a be my sister then,” Sereth said. “A loyal member of the Empire she is. The Mothership is a big place, ya know. Cortna is a common name.”
“Cortna is common,” Hazael agreed. “Sereth not seem traitor. Emperor wouldn’t want traitor.”
“I suppose,” the lead elf snapped as he pushed away from the table. “I might do some background checks though—just to check and see if that rebel scum is related to you.”
“Och, well, I’m telling you she’s not,” Sereth said. “Of course, given that I havenae a seen her for a decade, I suppose she could have turned traitor, but I donnae think-” That’s when Sereth realized that the lead elf was already gone and that it was only her and blank in the room.
“We arrive Tzel-Maret soon,” Hazael said. “Quick ship. Emperor should be waiting.”
Sereth muttered something under her breath. “Well, I suppose I should be ready for the Emperor.”
Hazael moved toward the door to leave and then quickly turned around, looking around as if to make sure that no one else was nearby. “Prepare sound story,” Hazael said. “Emperor quick notice discrepancies. Watch back.” And then he quickly flew out of the room.
Sereth jolted upwards as she realized what blank was saying. He knew then… He saw through her lies, and… he protected her. Sereth stood up. Best to be prepared for meeting the Emperor. Her sister had often disagreed with her about how to best deal with the Empire. But she had promised not to get involved in anything large when Sereth had decided that it would be best to avoid the situation then be in it. But it would appear that in a decade, Cortna had decided not to fulfill her word.
Sereth knew too well what reeducation would do to an elf.
The air machine slowly lowered itself down into a large enough space to land as Sereth gazed out at the abandoned citadel of Tzel-Maret. The memories were flying back to her of the place and of the different things that she had discovered there at her first archaeological dig. Sereth noticed the larger elven air machine that had already landed. It looked like they had already set up a camp. And as Sereth watched, she noticed a group of elves waiting. A short winged elf stood flanked by seven guards, each holding a fire-stick in one hand, and a gun in the other. Sereth cocked her head and wondered why they were all holding fire-sticks.
The machine landed and Sereth slowly walked to the door that was slowly opening and gazed out at the gangplank that was lowering. She gazed across at the Emperor of Arquenia and felt a prod in her back from an elf impatient for her to go. It was time to meet the Emperor of Arquenia.
Question of the Day: Make up your own question for this part AND answer it. Best answer wins.
Date: Yippah 15th, 114 A.U.
“So what exactly does the Emperor want in the ancient ruins of Tzel-Maret.”
“Emperor does as pleases,” a gruff winged elf named Hazael said. “Question him we do not.”
“Well, I know that yu do not question one the likes of the emperor,” Sereth replied as she plucked out a cheerful tune on her guitar. It always helped to calm her to play one of her instruments. And Sereth didn’t feel very safe with all of the elves looming about her and continually watching her. . “But I think that we still can know what the emperor’s purposes are.”
“Emperor not told us,” Hazael said. “I cannot tell you.”
“Well, if ye cannae tell the likes of me,” Sereth asked. “Could you at least let me use your little communicator thing to call my sister?”
Hazael’s gaze flipped down toward his prized communicator. “You want use military communicator for small talk.”
“Aye, I do,” Sereth said, strumming along as she kept her care-free attitude. “After all, service on the communicators is free, and I don’t see you using it.”
“They’re for strictly military use,” the lead elf snapped. “They’re not to be used for such frivolous purposes.” Sereth glanced at the lead elf and noted his arching eyebrows and stretched face. Prideful idiot.
“Who is this sister,” Hazael said.
“Och, well, her name is Cortna, though I don’t suppose that you would know who she is. She serves on the Mothership.”
The lead elf suddenly bristled and flipped around to stare at her. “Who?”
“Her name’s Cortna. Don’t know why you would care, though. Not like she-”
The lead elf stiffly walked toward her. “Long black hair? Red birthmark on cheek?”
“Well, yes! Do ya actually know her. I wouldn’t think that-”
The lead elf abruptly sat on the side of the table opposite Sereth. “This sister of yours is a known traitor to the Empire.”
Sereth’s gaze froze and her hand that she had been strumming her guitar with dropped as she suddenly realized that Cortna must have become more overt in her disgust for the Empire. “She what?”
“She was part of a rebel organization who sought to cripple the elven defenses,” the lead elf snapped. “A traitor to the Empire.”
“Well, you cannae suppose that one who has been on the ground for the past decade is exactly in touch with her sister often,” Sereth said, throwing up a defense. “Besides, yu must have the wrong person. My sister wouldn’t do anything against the Empire.”
“Your sister did,” the elf snapped. “One of the leaders in the rebel group, I believe. She got her due reward.”
Sereth’s flippant expression on her face froze as she tried to hide the terror behind her. “Och,” she said, nervously laughing. “I suppose yu punished her for it, then?”
“She has entered into reeducation,” the elf said, watching her face. “I believe that she had special care.”
“Well, that wouldnae a be my sister then,” Sereth said. “A loyal member of the Empire she is. The Mothership is a big place, ya know. Cortna is a common name.”
“Cortna is common,” Hazael agreed. “Sereth not seem traitor. Emperor wouldn’t want traitor.”
“I suppose,” the lead elf snapped as he pushed away from the table. “I might do some background checks though—just to check and see if that rebel scum is related to you.”
“Och, well, I’m telling you she’s not,” Sereth said. “Of course, given that I havenae a seen her for a decade, I suppose she could have turned traitor, but I donnae think-” That’s when Sereth realized that the lead elf was already gone and that it was only her and blank in the room.
“We arrive Tzel-Maret soon,” Hazael said. “Quick ship. Emperor should be waiting.”
Sereth muttered something under her breath. “Well, I suppose I should be ready for the Emperor.”
Hazael moved toward the door to leave and then quickly turned around, looking around as if to make sure that no one else was nearby. “Prepare sound story,” Hazael said. “Emperor quick notice discrepancies. Watch back.” And then he quickly flew out of the room.
Sereth jolted upwards as she realized what blank was saying. He knew then… He saw through her lies, and… he protected her. Sereth stood up. Best to be prepared for meeting the Emperor. Her sister had often disagreed with her about how to best deal with the Empire. But she had promised not to get involved in anything large when Sereth had decided that it would be best to avoid the situation then be in it. But it would appear that in a decade, Cortna had decided not to fulfill her word.
Sereth knew too well what reeducation would do to an elf.
The air machine slowly lowered itself down into a large enough space to land as Sereth gazed out at the abandoned citadel of Tzel-Maret. The memories were flying back to her of the place and of the different things that she had discovered there at her first archaeological dig. Sereth noticed the larger elven air machine that had already landed. It looked like they had already set up a camp. And as Sereth watched, she noticed a group of elves waiting. A short winged elf stood flanked by seven guards, each holding a fire-stick in one hand, and a gun in the other. Sereth cocked her head and wondered why they were all holding fire-sticks.
The machine landed and Sereth slowly walked to the door that was slowly opening and gazed out at the gangplank that was lowering. She gazed across at the Emperor of Arquenia and felt a prod in her back from an elf impatient for her to go. It was time to meet the Emperor of Arquenia.
Question of the Day: Make up your own question for this part AND answer it. Best answer wins.
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