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Part XIX: Number 997
Date: Amanela 11th, 114 A.U.
Number 997 nervously followed Unyihi and the other troops as they slowly moved into the old training sections of the Mothership. He knew that he had had a good reason to not want to be the one to tell Unyihi where the rebels were holed up. Number 997 quickly reviewed the ninety nine rules he was supposed to follow when in a battle.
Rule 43: Never show a trace of fear to your opponent.
They rounded the corner to startle an elf. Number 997 broke rule 43 as the elf tried to attack Unyihi. A blinding jet of fire smote him in the chest and, without resistance, the elf crumpled at Unyihi’s feet, a hole burned right through his body.
“Move quickly and stealthily,” Unyihi growled. “And let no one get past you. We must not—we will not let any escape.”
“Yes, zar!” they all said. Number 997 only mumbled it.
“Let’s move then!” Unyihi said and broke off into a quick jog, the others following. They turned the corner to find a steel hangar door in their way. There was a place to speak; it seemed like voice recognition was needed. Unyihi scanned the situation.
“All right,” Unyihi growled. “On the count of three, we’ll all let loose a lightning barrage at the door to break it down. And then we murder ‘em all. You got it?”
They all nodded. Rule 23: Conserve your lightning energy as much as possible; you never know when a greater foe might come along.
“1!” Unyihi said.
Rule 56: Always obey your superiors without question, even in your inmost self.
“2!”
Rule 82: Always aim for the weakest point possible.
“3!” Crackling energy flew through the air as all the orcs sent a barrage of lightning into the weakest point on the door—the top where it would be raised. The lightning struck it, flowing around the wall. The wall began to snap and Unyihi applied a touch of fire to the lightning. The electrical current began to find its way up to the circuits.
At that moment, Unyihi sent a beam of liquid fire to the top of the door. Fire flowed down the door and there was a huge explosion as the door fell down, flames licking the metal.
“Move!” Unyihi said and ran across the door, unaffected by the heat and flames. He whispered something and the flames disappeared. After making sure the fire was gone, Number 997 ran across with the rest of the soldiers into the old training sections of the Mothership as an alarm went off.
Alarms blared, a red light blinking on and off in Zarien’s room as he flicked the switches to turn on his leg. It took a bit for the leg to warm up, and Zarien didn’t think he had time. He managed to trip/make his way to the door and opened it. Razan was racing by.
“The front gate’s down!” Razan yelled, drawing his gun. Mind racing, Zarien hobbled down to the corner, readying his gun. He looked around the corner.
Razan, Cortna, and other elves were hidden in artifices in the wall shooting out at the group of elves and orcs running toward them. The lead orc was golden color and Zarien’s blood chilled. An orc who had both genes. And Zarien had a pretty good idea who this orc was.
A beam of fire shot out from the orc, hitting the metal walls around the artifice where one elf was. The elf gave out a horrible scream as his body melted to the wall. Zarien bit down hard. Blood began to flow from his lip.
Drawing the gun, Zarien made a shot before jumping back into the corridor. He peeked back around. The rebels were still shooting, but it was becoming apparent they had nothing. At that moment, Cortna leapt out of her artifice and, hair blowing behind her, ran toward Zarien.
“Back!” she yelled as other elves began to follow. “We’ll take them down at another spot!” Together the two of them ran down the hall.
“What-” Zarien began.
“Not now,” Cortna snapped, and then her posture changed as she looked at Zarien while she ran. “Zarien…” she said in a softer voice. “If… if I don’t survive this, I want you to know that I-”
A bolt of lightning struck Zarien’s false leg. Zarien gave a scream as his leg stopped working. Already in forward momentum, Zarien fell flat on his face as shots whistled overhead. Zarien tried to move the false leg as it slowly tried to get back to life.
“Zarien!” Cortna screamed and tried to pick him up. Zarien looked back. Only Razan and two others were still alive, running as fast as they could.
Rule 23: If you see a good opportunity, take it. Focusing his eyes on the female elf trying to help the fallen elf, Number 997 shot a narrow beam of electricity. Number 997 widened his eyes. That had been his best one yet. The electricity hit the elf and threw her backwards, sending the other elf almost to the ground, but he managed to regain his balance. The female elf hit the wall and was still.
“Woah…” one of the professionally trained orc soldiers said. Number 997 was suddenly in high spirits. At that moment, the other elves took off down another corridor.
“Number 997 and 1023, go after that other elf!” UNyihi said, gesturing to the hobbling elf turning the corner. “We’ll take the others!” And with that, Numbers 997 and 1023 were alone in the corridor.
“Let’s take him,” Number 1023 said, and the two of them raced after the elf.
“Leave,” Cortna breathlessly whispered. And then she was still. Fear running through his blood, without looking back, Zarien hobbled around the corner as his leg began to move properly. Running faster, Zarien ran toward the back entrance, but he could hear his pursuers rounding the corner.
Thinking fast, Zarien looked behind him, pointed his gun, and fired at the figure emerging from the wall. Bang! The orc fell down. Looking forward, Zarien managed to open the door and leap through it in one fluid motion.
Slamming the door shut behind him, Zarien thought fast. The escape pods to get out of the Mothership were a couple sections away—but possibly close enough. Leaping onto one of the rebel’s motorcycles, he revved up the engine and took off as the last orc broke through the door. Zarien looked behind him, and then at the road ahead. He felt a thrill of exhileration run through his blood. It was time for a chase.
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Part XIX: Number 997
Date: Amanela 11th, 114 A.U.
Number 997 nervously followed Unyihi and the other troops as they slowly moved into the old training sections of the Mothership. He knew that he had had a good reason to not want to be the one to tell Unyihi where the rebels were holed up. Number 997 quickly reviewed the ninety nine rules he was supposed to follow when in a battle.
Rule 43: Never show a trace of fear to your opponent.
They rounded the corner to startle an elf. Number 997 broke rule 43 as the elf tried to attack Unyihi. A blinding jet of fire smote him in the chest and, without resistance, the elf crumpled at Unyihi’s feet, a hole burned right through his body.
“Move quickly and stealthily,” Unyihi growled. “And let no one get past you. We must not—we will not let any escape.”
“Yes, zar!” they all said. Number 997 only mumbled it.
“Let’s move then!” Unyihi said and broke off into a quick jog, the others following. They turned the corner to find a steel hangar door in their way. There was a place to speak; it seemed like voice recognition was needed. Unyihi scanned the situation.
“All right,” Unyihi growled. “On the count of three, we’ll all let loose a lightning barrage at the door to break it down. And then we murder ‘em all. You got it?”
They all nodded. Rule 23: Conserve your lightning energy as much as possible; you never know when a greater foe might come along.
“1!” Unyihi said.
Rule 56: Always obey your superiors without question, even in your inmost self.
“2!”
Rule 82: Always aim for the weakest point possible.
“3!” Crackling energy flew through the air as all the orcs sent a barrage of lightning into the weakest point on the door—the top where it would be raised. The lightning struck it, flowing around the wall. The wall began to snap and Unyihi applied a touch of fire to the lightning. The electrical current began to find its way up to the circuits.
At that moment, Unyihi sent a beam of liquid fire to the top of the door. Fire flowed down the door and there was a huge explosion as the door fell down, flames licking the metal.
“Move!” Unyihi said and ran across the door, unaffected by the heat and flames. He whispered something and the flames disappeared. After making sure the fire was gone, Number 997 ran across with the rest of the soldiers into the old training sections of the Mothership as an alarm went off.
Alarms blared, a red light blinking on and off in Zarien’s room as he flicked the switches to turn on his leg. It took a bit for the leg to warm up, and Zarien didn’t think he had time. He managed to trip/make his way to the door and opened it. Razan was racing by.
“The front gate’s down!” Razan yelled, drawing his gun. Mind racing, Zarien hobbled down to the corner, readying his gun. He looked around the corner.
Razan, Cortna, and other elves were hidden in artifices in the wall shooting out at the group of elves and orcs running toward them. The lead orc was golden color and Zarien’s blood chilled. An orc who had both genes. And Zarien had a pretty good idea who this orc was.
A beam of fire shot out from the orc, hitting the metal walls around the artifice where one elf was. The elf gave out a horrible scream as his body melted to the wall. Zarien bit down hard. Blood began to flow from his lip.
Drawing the gun, Zarien made a shot before jumping back into the corridor. He peeked back around. The rebels were still shooting, but it was becoming apparent they had nothing. At that moment, Cortna leapt out of her artifice and, hair blowing behind her, ran toward Zarien.
“Back!” she yelled as other elves began to follow. “We’ll take them down at another spot!” Together the two of them ran down the hall.
“What-” Zarien began.
“Not now,” Cortna snapped, and then her posture changed as she looked at Zarien while she ran. “Zarien…” she said in a softer voice. “If… if I don’t survive this, I want you to know that I-”
A bolt of lightning struck Zarien’s false leg. Zarien gave a scream as his leg stopped working. Already in forward momentum, Zarien fell flat on his face as shots whistled overhead. Zarien tried to move the false leg as it slowly tried to get back to life.
“Zarien!” Cortna screamed and tried to pick him up. Zarien looked back. Only Razan and two others were still alive, running as fast as they could.
Rule 23: If you see a good opportunity, take it. Focusing his eyes on the female elf trying to help the fallen elf, Number 997 shot a narrow beam of electricity. Number 997 widened his eyes. That had been his best one yet. The electricity hit the elf and threw her backwards, sending the other elf almost to the ground, but he managed to regain his balance. The female elf hit the wall and was still.
“Woah…” one of the professionally trained orc soldiers said. Number 997 was suddenly in high spirits. At that moment, the other elves took off down another corridor.
“Number 997 and 1023, go after that other elf!” UNyihi said, gesturing to the hobbling elf turning the corner. “We’ll take the others!” And with that, Numbers 997 and 1023 were alone in the corridor.
“Let’s take him,” Number 1023 said, and the two of them raced after the elf.
“Leave,” Cortna breathlessly whispered. And then she was still. Fear running through his blood, without looking back, Zarien hobbled around the corner as his leg began to move properly. Running faster, Zarien ran toward the back entrance, but he could hear his pursuers rounding the corner.
Thinking fast, Zarien looked behind him, pointed his gun, and fired at the figure emerging from the wall. Bang! The orc fell down. Looking forward, Zarien managed to open the door and leap through it in one fluid motion.
Slamming the door shut behind him, Zarien thought fast. The escape pods to get out of the Mothership were a couple sections away—but possibly close enough. Leaping onto one of the rebel’s motorcycles, he revved up the engine and took off as the last orc broke through the door. Zarien looked behind him, and then at the road ahead. He felt a thrill of exhileration run through his blood. It was time for a chase.
Question of the Week:What is your favorite book series and why?
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