Part LX: Breakthrough
Yippah 16th, 114 A.U.
“I’m picking up something!” Orglan said as he held his ear to the strangely shaped communicator. He listened for a bit before quickly turning it off. He turned to Reynyagn, Monty, and Number 994. “Jaigran is barricading himself in the library. They’ve spotted other attackers.”
“A pity that they know we’re here,” Reynyagn said as he looked around, as if he could see the library. “At least we know where he is. Will your device alert you if they begin to speak again?”
“Yeah, it’ll beep,” Orglan said, tucking it into his belt. “And they won’t know a thing.”
“Excellent,” Monty said. “Can you radio to our ‘eyes’ outside and see if they can see a library within any of the windows?”
“Yes,” Orglan said, taking out another communicator. “I’ll tell them our radio wave hacking paid off.” He quickly gave orders to the orcs outside and then snapped it shut. “Let’s move.”
The group of four ran down the corridor, listening for the sounds of other inhabitants, and ready to attack if needed. To fulfill their mission, they’d have to move—fast. And now that their element of surprise was gone, they were just going to have to use their speed and get to Jaigran before he made ready his escape. They ran down the hall toward a long flight of stairs moving upward and downward and paused, catching their breath.
“I say we go down,” Reynyagn said. “There’s more levels down so there’s a greater chance that he’s down there and up here. If he’s up there, he won’t be going anywhere, either, if we’re on the lower levels.”
“Let’s move,” Orglan said, and moved down the stairs, the others following. Running down the flight of stairs, Orglan stopped at the door, examined it for a moment, and then undid a bolt.
“It’s locked from the inside,” Orglan said, pushing the door open. “Strange.” The group of four moved quickly down the new corridor.
“Get to the side!” That was all the warning that Astrid got before she saw the group of elves move out from the corridor, guns a blazing. Too little time to move to the side, Astrid was about to throw herself to the ground to try and save herself before something slammed into her. Astrid went flying against the wall, caught at the last moment by Flek, who pushed her into a doorway before deflecting one of the bullets with his blade.
“That was a close one!” Flek yelled as he stepped out into the open hall, blocking all the bullets with his swords as he glanced over at her. “Keep under cover!” And then Flek was moving, running past Astrid’s line of sight as he went to engage the firing elves. Rider quickly glanced at her from his doorway at the opposite side of the room, as if to make sure she was safe, before peering around the door frame to take a shot at one of the elves.
Astrid sighed and resigned herself to a position of non-assistance as Flek and Rider fought the battle for her. The fighting went on for a minute before Flek suddenly came back, gun shots still sounding, as he whirled his blades around, blocking all of the attacks.
“They have too many reinforcements coming up behind them!” Flek yelled. “You two! Get out behind me and run down the hall and make an escape! I’ll fend off their shots.”
“But-” Astrid began.
“I’ve been doing this since I was young!” Flek yelled, expertisely blocking each and every bullet. “They can’t touch me! Now move out!”
Rider moved out first, obviously seeing the logic in Flek’s argument, and Astrid followed, running down the hall as Astrid stole glances to make sure that Flek was still alright, standing in the middle of the hall reflecting all their bullets.
They rounded the corner and had just began to run down it when Flek appeared around the corner and raced to catch up with them. “Move!” he yelled. “We have to lose them! Now!”
“We’ve barricaded the second doorway, sir.”
“Good!” Jaigran snapped. “Now are there any other doorways that you haven’t noticed yet?!”
“We’ve cleared the premise of the room, sir,” the elf said. “There are no other doorways.”
“Finally did your job, then,” Jaigran muttered. He looked around the room as he shook his dark wings. “Blast it; I’ll never be able to look out and sea if the skies are clear unless I contact that blasted aide down in the camp. Where’s the nearest window, Sereth?”
“Well, I’m not exactly sure, sir,” Sereth said, looking around for some instrument to play to try and calm her ever heightening anxiety. “We’re within the center of the citadel right now. There should be some in the outer rooms, but we’d have to get there first!”
“Look at the map I gave you!” Jaigran yelled. “See where the nearest window is and how easy it is to get there! We’re just sitting ducks in this room if the orcs find us. I have to get out of here!”
You need to get out of here; you don’t care a thing about us… Sereth pursed her lips as she flung open the map, spreading it out across the floor, and suddenly, remembered what her father had done. Placing her hands on two different rooms, she held them tight, letting the warmth from her hands flow into the map.
The heat activating the technology imbedded in the thick paper, suddenly a holographic image of the tower sprung up from the paper, forming a three dimensional model of the tower.
“It does that?!” Emperor Jaigran asked, losing his irate tone of voice for a moment.
“Well, yes sir; I had forgotten about this earlier,” Sereth said, placing her hands on the map and moving them in different directions to zoom in through part of the tower. “My father created this technology when he began his archaeological work, but never told me how to make it myself. I had almost forgotten that he had done this… So here is the library…” She zoomed in on a part. “So the closest window-”
Suddenly, the door to the library splintered and an elf, a dwarf, and a human burst in.
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Yippah 16th, 114 A.U.
“I’m picking up something!” Orglan said as he held his ear to the strangely shaped communicator. He listened for a bit before quickly turning it off. He turned to Reynyagn, Monty, and Number 994. “Jaigran is barricading himself in the library. They’ve spotted other attackers.”
“A pity that they know we’re here,” Reynyagn said as he looked around, as if he could see the library. “At least we know where he is. Will your device alert you if they begin to speak again?”
“Yeah, it’ll beep,” Orglan said, tucking it into his belt. “And they won’t know a thing.”
“Excellent,” Monty said. “Can you radio to our ‘eyes’ outside and see if they can see a library within any of the windows?”
“Yes,” Orglan said, taking out another communicator. “I’ll tell them our radio wave hacking paid off.” He quickly gave orders to the orcs outside and then snapped it shut. “Let’s move.”
The group of four ran down the corridor, listening for the sounds of other inhabitants, and ready to attack if needed. To fulfill their mission, they’d have to move—fast. And now that their element of surprise was gone, they were just going to have to use their speed and get to Jaigran before he made ready his escape. They ran down the hall toward a long flight of stairs moving upward and downward and paused, catching their breath.
“I say we go down,” Reynyagn said. “There’s more levels down so there’s a greater chance that he’s down there and up here. If he’s up there, he won’t be going anywhere, either, if we’re on the lower levels.”
“Let’s move,” Orglan said, and moved down the stairs, the others following. Running down the flight of stairs, Orglan stopped at the door, examined it for a moment, and then undid a bolt.
“It’s locked from the inside,” Orglan said, pushing the door open. “Strange.” The group of four moved quickly down the new corridor.
“Get to the side!” That was all the warning that Astrid got before she saw the group of elves move out from the corridor, guns a blazing. Too little time to move to the side, Astrid was about to throw herself to the ground to try and save herself before something slammed into her. Astrid went flying against the wall, caught at the last moment by Flek, who pushed her into a doorway before deflecting one of the bullets with his blade.
“That was a close one!” Flek yelled as he stepped out into the open hall, blocking all the bullets with his swords as he glanced over at her. “Keep under cover!” And then Flek was moving, running past Astrid’s line of sight as he went to engage the firing elves. Rider quickly glanced at her from his doorway at the opposite side of the room, as if to make sure she was safe, before peering around the door frame to take a shot at one of the elves.
Astrid sighed and resigned herself to a position of non-assistance as Flek and Rider fought the battle for her. The fighting went on for a minute before Flek suddenly came back, gun shots still sounding, as he whirled his blades around, blocking all of the attacks.
“They have too many reinforcements coming up behind them!” Flek yelled. “You two! Get out behind me and run down the hall and make an escape! I’ll fend off their shots.”
“But-” Astrid began.
“I’ve been doing this since I was young!” Flek yelled, expertisely blocking each and every bullet. “They can’t touch me! Now move out!”
Rider moved out first, obviously seeing the logic in Flek’s argument, and Astrid followed, running down the hall as Astrid stole glances to make sure that Flek was still alright, standing in the middle of the hall reflecting all their bullets.
They rounded the corner and had just began to run down it when Flek appeared around the corner and raced to catch up with them. “Move!” he yelled. “We have to lose them! Now!”
“We’ve barricaded the second doorway, sir.”
“Good!” Jaigran snapped. “Now are there any other doorways that you haven’t noticed yet?!”
“We’ve cleared the premise of the room, sir,” the elf said. “There are no other doorways.”
“Finally did your job, then,” Jaigran muttered. He looked around the room as he shook his dark wings. “Blast it; I’ll never be able to look out and sea if the skies are clear unless I contact that blasted aide down in the camp. Where’s the nearest window, Sereth?”
“Well, I’m not exactly sure, sir,” Sereth said, looking around for some instrument to play to try and calm her ever heightening anxiety. “We’re within the center of the citadel right now. There should be some in the outer rooms, but we’d have to get there first!”
“Look at the map I gave you!” Jaigran yelled. “See where the nearest window is and how easy it is to get there! We’re just sitting ducks in this room if the orcs find us. I have to get out of here!”
You need to get out of here; you don’t care a thing about us… Sereth pursed her lips as she flung open the map, spreading it out across the floor, and suddenly, remembered what her father had done. Placing her hands on two different rooms, she held them tight, letting the warmth from her hands flow into the map.
The heat activating the technology imbedded in the thick paper, suddenly a holographic image of the tower sprung up from the paper, forming a three dimensional model of the tower.
“It does that?!” Emperor Jaigran asked, losing his irate tone of voice for a moment.
“Well, yes sir; I had forgotten about this earlier,” Sereth said, placing her hands on the map and moving them in different directions to zoom in through part of the tower. “My father created this technology when he began his archaeological work, but never told me how to make it myself. I had almost forgotten that he had done this… So here is the library…” She zoomed in on a part. “So the closest window-”
Suddenly, the door to the library splintered and an elf, a dwarf, and a human burst in.
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