Part LI: Mostly About Orcs
Date: Yippah 13th, 114 A.U.
“We have found people who claim to be your companions.” Reynyagn turned from talking to the orc to see the orc sentries along with Number 994 and Monty.
“Number 994! Monty!” Reynyagn cried out, running toward them. “I can’t believe they found you.”
“Aye,” Number 994 said. “Though, to be precise—we found them.”
“They came to us when we were scouting the ravine,” one of the sentries said. “It would appear that not all were taken by the northern orcish tribe alliance.”
“The northern orcish tribe alliance?” Monty asked.
“The largest alliance of the orcs apart from the Empire up here in the north,” the orc leader said, walking over to stand by Reynyagn. “We are one of the few tribes who have not united under their standard and who still seek to fight against them.”
“They captured our companions then,” Monty said, turning a heel. “They captured Astrid.”
“That is what we believe, yes,” the orc leader said. “Unless they, like you, escaped. I am Orglan Garum, ruler of the Farghorn Tribe of the Northern Orcs.”
“I am Monty, the brother of Astrid of the Xavier Team, and part of the Resistance against the Empire,” Monty said.
“I’m Number 994, previously under Unyihi Garum’s standard, of the Imperial Orcs,” Number 994 said, lying about the “previously” line.
Even so, Orglan bristled at the line. “Unyihi’s band?” he snarled. “You had better have your allegiances in line, Number 994.”
“As I do,” Number 994 lied. “I am part of the Xavier Team, am I not?”
“I suppose…” Orglan said, though he kept his glare. “Just as long as you stay there.” He turned to Reynyagn. “Well, I suppose we have more with us for our plan?”
“Aye,” Reynyagn said. “They’ll be happy to join us.”
“Happy to do what?”
“We can’t rescue our companions easily,” Reynyagn said, walking over to the desk that sat in Orglan’s main chamber. “The orcs that have them are too strong to face head on and it will be rather time consuming to seek them out.”
“So?” Monty asked, stalking over.
“So we have a better plan,” Reynyagn said, pointing to the map as Number 994 walked over. “Because it would appear that we have a striking opportunity here.” He placed his finger on the map.
“What’s that?” Monty asked. “It’s just some ancient city by the markings, so I don’t see-”
“Emperor Jaigran is at that city,” Orglan said. “Our sentries have with their own eyes seen the Emperor in that ancient city. He is guarded heavily—but less heavily than he would otherwise.”
“Wait-” Monty said, his head spinning. “Do you mean?”
“We’ve been planning an attack on Emperor Jaigran,” Orglan said. “In days we will be sending out our attack force to take them by surprise. And slay the Emperor of Arquenia.”
Number 994 shut the door slowly and then looked around in the small room that he was in. He let out a curse word as he stalked over toward the window. It would be clear that he would have to do something if he was going to save the Emperor from death. At the very least, he was the Emperor of Arquenia. He did have a heavy guard around him to keep him safe. But still… Number 994 had been impressed with the plan that Reynyagn and Orglan had drawn up for their surprise attack on the Emperor.
Number 994 didn’t like to be impressed by his enemies plans.
Rule 21: At all times, know who your enemies are.
Number 994 knew who his enemies were. He knew who his friends are. He would just have to figure out how to keep them from killing the Emperor without blowing his cover. Number 994 didn’t like having to make plans.
This had been why he had been in his division in the first place. All he had to do was take commands and do them. He had his own area of expertise in monitoring the computers and he was good at that. He would keep the Mothership running and he would do it well. It was a simple enough job. At least—it was until the Garum took him out of his proper place and, after a fantastical string of events, landed him as part of a team to destroy the elves. Ah, the irony. Number 994 hated irony.
Number 994 looked out the window and, in the distance, could make out what he believed to be the mountain upon which Tzel-Maret was located. If only it were closer so that he could get there… If only-
But it wasn’t that way. He was outside his field of expertise and he would have to do something to keep the plotters from killing the Emperor. Number 994 wanted to believe that the Emperor would be able to defend himself…
But Number 994 had a sinking feeling in his heart that the Emperor might just be caught off guard.
“I don’t trust him.”
“Number 994 is a valuable member of our party; I’m sure his familiarity with how Unyihi’s orcs work will be a major asset to us.”
“I still don’t trust him,” Orglan snapped. “He’s an Imperial orc. And everyone knows that Imperial orcs can’t be trusted.”
“He’s on our side—I’ve seen it,” Reynyagn retorted. “I’m confident that he won’t betray us. If he had wanted to do that, he would have done it a long time before. Trust me on this, Orglan. Number 994 won’t betray us.”
Orglan pursed his lips. “Fine. Have it your way, Sla’ad—but mark my words. I will trust you on Number 994’s allegiances but if you’re wrong…”
Reynyagn nodded. “I understand.”
Orglan lifted his head. “Yes, you would understand. The fate of this mission may land upon your trust of Number 994, Reynyagn. Make your choice well.”
Question of the Day:What are Reynyagn's and Rider's battle plans to take out the Emperor?
Date: Yippah 13th, 114 A.U.
“We have found people who claim to be your companions.” Reynyagn turned from talking to the orc to see the orc sentries along with Number 994 and Monty.
“Number 994! Monty!” Reynyagn cried out, running toward them. “I can’t believe they found you.”
“Aye,” Number 994 said. “Though, to be precise—we found them.”
“They came to us when we were scouting the ravine,” one of the sentries said. “It would appear that not all were taken by the northern orcish tribe alliance.”
“The northern orcish tribe alliance?” Monty asked.
“The largest alliance of the orcs apart from the Empire up here in the north,” the orc leader said, walking over to stand by Reynyagn. “We are one of the few tribes who have not united under their standard and who still seek to fight against them.”
“They captured our companions then,” Monty said, turning a heel. “They captured Astrid.”
“That is what we believe, yes,” the orc leader said. “Unless they, like you, escaped. I am Orglan Garum, ruler of the Farghorn Tribe of the Northern Orcs.”
“I am Monty, the brother of Astrid of the Xavier Team, and part of the Resistance against the Empire,” Monty said.
“I’m Number 994, previously under Unyihi Garum’s standard, of the Imperial Orcs,” Number 994 said, lying about the “previously” line.
Even so, Orglan bristled at the line. “Unyihi’s band?” he snarled. “You had better have your allegiances in line, Number 994.”
“As I do,” Number 994 lied. “I am part of the Xavier Team, am I not?”
“I suppose…” Orglan said, though he kept his glare. “Just as long as you stay there.” He turned to Reynyagn. “Well, I suppose we have more with us for our plan?”
“Aye,” Reynyagn said. “They’ll be happy to join us.”
“Happy to do what?”
“We can’t rescue our companions easily,” Reynyagn said, walking over to the desk that sat in Orglan’s main chamber. “The orcs that have them are too strong to face head on and it will be rather time consuming to seek them out.”
“So?” Monty asked, stalking over.
“So we have a better plan,” Reynyagn said, pointing to the map as Number 994 walked over. “Because it would appear that we have a striking opportunity here.” He placed his finger on the map.
“What’s that?” Monty asked. “It’s just some ancient city by the markings, so I don’t see-”
“Emperor Jaigran is at that city,” Orglan said. “Our sentries have with their own eyes seen the Emperor in that ancient city. He is guarded heavily—but less heavily than he would otherwise.”
“Wait-” Monty said, his head spinning. “Do you mean?”
“We’ve been planning an attack on Emperor Jaigran,” Orglan said. “In days we will be sending out our attack force to take them by surprise. And slay the Emperor of Arquenia.”
Number 994 shut the door slowly and then looked around in the small room that he was in. He let out a curse word as he stalked over toward the window. It would be clear that he would have to do something if he was going to save the Emperor from death. At the very least, he was the Emperor of Arquenia. He did have a heavy guard around him to keep him safe. But still… Number 994 had been impressed with the plan that Reynyagn and Orglan had drawn up for their surprise attack on the Emperor.
Number 994 didn’t like to be impressed by his enemies plans.
Rule 21: At all times, know who your enemies are.
Number 994 knew who his enemies were. He knew who his friends are. He would just have to figure out how to keep them from killing the Emperor without blowing his cover. Number 994 didn’t like having to make plans.
This had been why he had been in his division in the first place. All he had to do was take commands and do them. He had his own area of expertise in monitoring the computers and he was good at that. He would keep the Mothership running and he would do it well. It was a simple enough job. At least—it was until the Garum took him out of his proper place and, after a fantastical string of events, landed him as part of a team to destroy the elves. Ah, the irony. Number 994 hated irony.
Number 994 looked out the window and, in the distance, could make out what he believed to be the mountain upon which Tzel-Maret was located. If only it were closer so that he could get there… If only-
But it wasn’t that way. He was outside his field of expertise and he would have to do something to keep the plotters from killing the Emperor. Number 994 wanted to believe that the Emperor would be able to defend himself…
But Number 994 had a sinking feeling in his heart that the Emperor might just be caught off guard.
“I don’t trust him.”
“Number 994 is a valuable member of our party; I’m sure his familiarity with how Unyihi’s orcs work will be a major asset to us.”
“I still don’t trust him,” Orglan snapped. “He’s an Imperial orc. And everyone knows that Imperial orcs can’t be trusted.”
“He’s on our side—I’ve seen it,” Reynyagn retorted. “I’m confident that he won’t betray us. If he had wanted to do that, he would have done it a long time before. Trust me on this, Orglan. Number 994 won’t betray us.”
Orglan pursed his lips. “Fine. Have it your way, Sla’ad—but mark my words. I will trust you on Number 994’s allegiances but if you’re wrong…”
Reynyagn nodded. “I understand.”
Orglan lifted his head. “Yes, you would understand. The fate of this mission may land upon your trust of Number 994, Reynyagn. Make your choice well.”
Question of the Day:What are Reynyagn's and Rider's battle plans to take out the Emperor?
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