Part Thirty Two... We're moving up Book I!
Part XXXII: Nemesis Unite!
Date: Amanela 15th, 114 A.U.
Zarien was rudely awakened as his body jerked to the side. Eyes wide open, Zarien looked up into the eyes of the orc.
“Hello, rebel elf,” the orc said. And then a web of lightning shot out from his hand, connecting with various points of Zarien’s body. As Zarien went rigid, the orc lifted him in the air.
“You… were… dead…” Zarien forced out of his unwilling lips.
“Not quite,” the orc snapped. “And the Mothership is gone! I have searched for it for days and have not found it!” His eyes narrowed. “And you’ll pay for it!”
“Wait!” Zarien forced out. “Don’t kill me!”
“Give me one good reason not to kill you for ruining my life!” the orc snapped.
“Your… life… isn’t… ruined…” Zarien said, arching his back in pain. “Join… me… you… may… hate… me… but… together…”
“Why should I help your worthless skin!” the orc said. A bolt of lightning later and Zarien was thrown against the tree. Zarien collapsed and looked up.
“Any suspicious moves, and I’ll hold you in the air again,” the orc snapped.
“Two… are… better than one… in survival,” Zarien gasped out. “And there.. are no longer… any rivalries… between us… now that the elves are gone… right?”
The orc seemed to think about this for a moment. “And wait for you to backstab me.”
“That… would be foolish…” Zarien said.
“I’m not going to be doublecrossed,” the orc said bluntly.
“Your chances of survival… are better with me…” Zarien said. “Please… keep my gun if you don’t trust me…”
The orc thought about that for a moment, and then picked up Zarien’s gun from where it lay nearby. “Deal, elf,” he said. “But the moment I spot an elven patrol, you’re mine.”
“Whatever…” Zarien said, slowly standing up as he leaned against the tree. I’ll just escape the moment I see an elven patrol… “What’s your name?”
“Names are for the uncivilized,” the orc said. “For those who aren’t organized enough to have a better system. I am Number 994, the nine hundred and ninety fourth most powerful orc in Arquenia.”
“You don’t… have a name?...” Zarien asked, still a bit breathless from being thrown against the tree.
“Names are for those races that are disorganized,” Number 994 said.
“What-ever…” Zarien said. “So I’m disorganized. What’s next?”
“Your friends are all ours and dead,” Number 994 said.
The reminder stung Zarien. “Would you shut up, if you have any feelings at all?” he snapped. “Look, I just lost all of my friends and all you’re doing is gloating.”
“I…” Number 994 said, but he was then silent.
Zarien wiped his face. “I’ve hunted some the last couple days out here, but don’t have infinite bullets in my gun.”
“Animals are easily stunned,” Number 994 said, snapping his fingers to let a tinge of lightning run through them.
“I guess we won’t starve then,” Zarien said. “It would be good to find some civilization though…”
Number 994 narrowed his eyes. “I suppose you wouldn’t mean elven civilization.”
“I was more hoping for a forgotten tribe out here,” Zarien said. “More civilization than those blasted elves got. Why do you even care for the elves? All they do is exalt themselves over you.”
“We are equal with the elves,” Number 994 said, though his voice betrayed a bit of doubt. “There will be no tribes either. The Mothership’s radars would have picked them up; they would just as easily have been captured or killed.”
“There are mountains up ahead,” Zarien said. “Maybe the Mothership didn’t go so far and we can find dwarves.”
“They’d shoot us on sight, genius,” Number 994 stated bluntly.
“I can live with that,” Zarien said. “We’ll find some way for them to accept us. Now are you going to go along with me, or not?”
The orc muttered something under his breath that sounded akin to ‘I was supposed to be the leader here.’ “Fine,” the orc said. “But don’t think that you’re so cocky and in charge here, rebel.”
“I won’t, I won’t…” Zarien said. “Name’s Zarien, by the way, as we’re actually personal enough to have names, which is much more than what I can say for an orc.”
A small shock ran through Zarien’s bones. “Careful what you say, rebel.”
Amanela 18th, 114 A.U.
“It would really be nice if I could actually call you a name instead of a number every time,” Zarien grumbled. “Don’t orcs have nicknames?”
“Rule Seventy Seven: An orc’s sole purpose is to serve the greater good to the expense of his own good,” Number 994 said. “Any personal item, such as a name, is better nil than there.”
“Do you really believe that?”
“Course I do,” Number 994 said, though there was a bit of hesitancy to his voice.
“Just admit it and rebel,” Zarien said. “It’s not like anyone can stop you out here. We can start anew—make a new place without the constraints of everything old.” The orc stopped and paused. Zarien turned, and the orc stared in the distance, a sign of hope tingling in his eyes.
But then he shook his head. “The Emperor’s fleet would in due time find us and kill us,” Number 994 said. “Apart from the Emperor, there is no life.”
“Yeah?” Zarien asked. “Well I’ll be the first to find life outside of the Emperor. If I do that, then will you join us? Or would you rather be alone trying to find your way again.”
“Well…” Number 994 said.
“Yeah, yeah, I know the answer…” Zarien grumbled. “You would like it, but you can’t say anything against the greater good and what nots and-”
“Elves!” Number 994 cried.
“What-” Zarien began, but then he was flung against a tree.
Number 994 pointed with one hand, and kept Zarien electrically pressed against the tree with the other. “A speeder! The elves have come! I am rejoined!”
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Part XXXII: Nemesis Unite!
Date: Amanela 15th, 114 A.U.
Zarien was rudely awakened as his body jerked to the side. Eyes wide open, Zarien looked up into the eyes of the orc.
“Hello, rebel elf,” the orc said. And then a web of lightning shot out from his hand, connecting with various points of Zarien’s body. As Zarien went rigid, the orc lifted him in the air.
“You… were… dead…” Zarien forced out of his unwilling lips.
“Not quite,” the orc snapped. “And the Mothership is gone! I have searched for it for days and have not found it!” His eyes narrowed. “And you’ll pay for it!”
“Wait!” Zarien forced out. “Don’t kill me!”
“Give me one good reason not to kill you for ruining my life!” the orc snapped.
“Your… life… isn’t… ruined…” Zarien said, arching his back in pain. “Join… me… you… may… hate… me… but… together…”
“Why should I help your worthless skin!” the orc said. A bolt of lightning later and Zarien was thrown against the tree. Zarien collapsed and looked up.
“Any suspicious moves, and I’ll hold you in the air again,” the orc snapped.
“Two… are… better than one… in survival,” Zarien gasped out. “And there.. are no longer… any rivalries… between us… now that the elves are gone… right?”
The orc seemed to think about this for a moment. “And wait for you to backstab me.”
“That… would be foolish…” Zarien said.
“I’m not going to be doublecrossed,” the orc said bluntly.
“Your chances of survival… are better with me…” Zarien said. “Please… keep my gun if you don’t trust me…”
The orc thought about that for a moment, and then picked up Zarien’s gun from where it lay nearby. “Deal, elf,” he said. “But the moment I spot an elven patrol, you’re mine.”
“Whatever…” Zarien said, slowly standing up as he leaned against the tree. I’ll just escape the moment I see an elven patrol… “What’s your name?”
“Names are for the uncivilized,” the orc said. “For those who aren’t organized enough to have a better system. I am Number 994, the nine hundred and ninety fourth most powerful orc in Arquenia.”
“You don’t… have a name?...” Zarien asked, still a bit breathless from being thrown against the tree.
“Names are for those races that are disorganized,” Number 994 said.
“What-ever…” Zarien said. “So I’m disorganized. What’s next?”
“Your friends are all ours and dead,” Number 994 said.
The reminder stung Zarien. “Would you shut up, if you have any feelings at all?” he snapped. “Look, I just lost all of my friends and all you’re doing is gloating.”
“I…” Number 994 said, but he was then silent.
Zarien wiped his face. “I’ve hunted some the last couple days out here, but don’t have infinite bullets in my gun.”
“Animals are easily stunned,” Number 994 said, snapping his fingers to let a tinge of lightning run through them.
“I guess we won’t starve then,” Zarien said. “It would be good to find some civilization though…”
Number 994 narrowed his eyes. “I suppose you wouldn’t mean elven civilization.”
“I was more hoping for a forgotten tribe out here,” Zarien said. “More civilization than those blasted elves got. Why do you even care for the elves? All they do is exalt themselves over you.”
“We are equal with the elves,” Number 994 said, though his voice betrayed a bit of doubt. “There will be no tribes either. The Mothership’s radars would have picked them up; they would just as easily have been captured or killed.”
“There are mountains up ahead,” Zarien said. “Maybe the Mothership didn’t go so far and we can find dwarves.”
“They’d shoot us on sight, genius,” Number 994 stated bluntly.
“I can live with that,” Zarien said. “We’ll find some way for them to accept us. Now are you going to go along with me, or not?”
The orc muttered something under his breath that sounded akin to ‘I was supposed to be the leader here.’ “Fine,” the orc said. “But don’t think that you’re so cocky and in charge here, rebel.”
“I won’t, I won’t…” Zarien said. “Name’s Zarien, by the way, as we’re actually personal enough to have names, which is much more than what I can say for an orc.”
A small shock ran through Zarien’s bones. “Careful what you say, rebel.”
Amanela 18th, 114 A.U.
“It would really be nice if I could actually call you a name instead of a number every time,” Zarien grumbled. “Don’t orcs have nicknames?”
“Rule Seventy Seven: An orc’s sole purpose is to serve the greater good to the expense of his own good,” Number 994 said. “Any personal item, such as a name, is better nil than there.”
“Do you really believe that?”
“Course I do,” Number 994 said, though there was a bit of hesitancy to his voice.
“Just admit it and rebel,” Zarien said. “It’s not like anyone can stop you out here. We can start anew—make a new place without the constraints of everything old.” The orc stopped and paused. Zarien turned, and the orc stared in the distance, a sign of hope tingling in his eyes.
But then he shook his head. “The Emperor’s fleet would in due time find us and kill us,” Number 994 said. “Apart from the Emperor, there is no life.”
“Yeah?” Zarien asked. “Well I’ll be the first to find life outside of the Emperor. If I do that, then will you join us? Or would you rather be alone trying to find your way again.”
“Well…” Number 994 said.
“Yeah, yeah, I know the answer…” Zarien grumbled. “You would like it, but you can’t say anything against the greater good and what nots and-”
“Elves!” Number 994 cried.
“What-” Zarien began, but then he was flung against a tree.
Number 994 pointed with one hand, and kept Zarien electrically pressed against the tree with the other. “A speeder! The elves have come! I am rejoined!”
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