Well, today is my first (and hopefully only) Friday post... I'm gone all Saturday at a youth retreat, and weebly doesn't let me to automate it posting it automatically on Saturday, so... Anyways, today I get to introduce one of the major villains in the Arquenia Saga, Unyihi Garum. And for those wondering, I'm really specific on his pronunciation. He is pronounced as "Oon-yih-hee Gar-oom." Not "un-yi-hi Gar-um" or anything like that. Oonyihhee Garoom.
Part VII: Unyihi Garum
Date: Amanela 2nd, 114 A.U.
“Red alert! Red alert!” The siren went on wailing even though everyone had already heard it over a dozen times. “Western 4th Command Center down! Lack of communication! This is red alert! Red alert!”
Unyihi Garum shook his head and gritted his teeth as he flew down the road in the hovering motorcycle-like contraption, modified for its specific use in the Mothership. Coming to the turn, he made a sharp spin of the wheel to the left and cruised into a parking lot before leaping out and walking through an open door to the Western Computer Control Center.
“I want reports now of the damage!” Unyihi barked out. An impressive size for an orc, Unyihi’s had golden skin, a sharp contrast to the normal blues and reds of orcish skin. He had been gifted with the dual-gift of wielding fire and electricity, in contrast to all other elves, who could only wield one type which was decided by their genes at birth. Wielding electricity was the more dominant factor in the genes, but there were a good many who could wield fire. Unyihi Garum could do both.
“The Western 4th Command Center has been, according to all reports, sabotaged, zar!” a blue orc said, running up to him. Unyihi glanced at the number on his forehead. 997. It was an OK rank for an orc tasked to be on the Mothership.
“What are the reports about who did it?” Unyihi barked out.
“We have found some security footage of an elf throwing a bomb into the main computer room, Garum, zar!” Number 997 said. “According to reports, the elf got down through the air tubes. The cycle was changed right after the last check on that system to cycle the robots away, giving the elf time to get down there. Our people are still working on identifying the elf! Much of the framework of the Western 4th Section, as well as all its software, has been undermined, and-”
“Cease report,” Unyihi snapped. “Others will deal with framework issues. What task was the 4th Command Center tasked with doing?”
“The Western 4th Command Center was mostly tasked with managing the Western Prison as well as helping with various other, normal tasks, to run the Western 4th Section, zar!” Number 997 said.
Unyihi thought about that for a moment before giving orders: “I want your team to reprogram the other systems to temporarily perform the work that the sabotaged Command Center got done as well as their own, and to identify the elf who was the cause for this! I also want you to find out who cycled out the robots. Now get to it!”
“Yes, zar!” Number 997 said, and bowing, turned around and returned to his comrades. Unyihi Garum briskly left the room, taking a quick glance at his watch, before getting on the hovering motorcycle and speeding out back onto the road. He put his hand in his pocket to pull out a cell phone, one specifically made for communications within the security force of the Mothership. Unyihi seriously doubted that whoever was in charge of this was just trying to do some sabotage work that could be quickly cleaned up. In fact, Unyihi had a pretty good idea of the larger scheme that they were trying to pull off.
“Hello!” Unyihi said. “I want all teams in the 3rd, 4th, and 5th Western Sections to provide immediate backup to the Western Prison. I want all men stationed at the Western Prison to be on code red alert immediately and to be prepared for a planned jailbreak from the outside!”
“Yes, Garum, zar!”
“Yes, zar!”
“Yes, Garum, zar!” The responses begin flooding back as Unyihi put down the cell phone and accelerated on the motorcycle. Whatever rebel group it was, he bet they were going for the prison. And Unyihi wanted to make sure that their scheme didn’t get any farther than the sabotaging of the 4th Western Command Center.
Unyihi Garum arrived at the intersection of one of the halls leading to the main center of the Western Prison to find it a scene of chaos. A quick overview of the situation told him that most of the Mothership forces were in the halls outside, trying to get into the main center of the Western Prison, barricaded presumably by the rebels. The Mothership forces were hiding around the corner, popping out only briefly to shoot and try to hit someone, before popping back. Unyihi watched the exchange of fire going on for a couple moments before gritting his teeth.
“You’re getting nowhere by this!” Unyihi roared. “We need to take them down, now!” Stepping out from behind the corner, Unyihi gazed down the hallway at the makeshift barricade and at the guns pointed out of it. Unyihi let out a roar of rage and stretched out his hand before the rebels could do anything. A stream of lightning mixed with fire shot out of it, hitting the center of the barricade.
With a huge explosion, the barricade was up in flames, screams emitting from behind it. Unyihi quickly walked forward, eyes alert, as he drew near. Bullets began to randomly fly through the screen of smoke and fire, none of them hitting him.
Unyihi sent a wave of crackling electricity through the smoke screen and satisfactorily heard screams of pain as he hit his target. “Follow me!” Unyihi snapped to the cowering elves behind him, who grudgingly replied.
Stepping up to the barrier, Unyihi stretched out his hand and let the fire wrap around his hand. Then Unyihi made a motion with the hand and all the fire snuffed out, the smoke beginning to clear. Unyihi bent down and picked up the charred table that had made a barricade, an impressive feat for an orc, as all orcs were physically extremely weak, and tossed it to the side, to reveal a shocked group of elves who were trying to herd escaped convicts through a door.
Unyihi gave a roar and shot out another wave of crackling lightning, picking out his targets. The lightning struck each of them, lifting them up into the air. Unyihi curled his fingers into a fist and the victims suddenly grasped at their throats. A tighter fist and all muscles in their body went tense. The elves behind Unyihi ran out from behind him, shooting down other rebels. Suddenly, Unyihi released his fist and extended his arm, sending all his victims flying against the wall with sickening crunches.
Already the rebels, mostly elves, were fleeing the room. A couple tried to shoot at Unyihi. Unyihi mindlessly sent out electric pulses, making the bullets bounce off from its original course. Another wave of electricity, and the hapless shooters were caught in Unyihi’s power. Unyihi curled his hand into a fist. And at that same moment, the computers kicked on again, and the doors of the hall that led to the jail cells slid shut.
Question of the Week:What makes a really good villain? (This is not a question of whether or not you like Unyihi, or whether he is a good villain or not, though you can answer that if you want. It's void of any context whatever: What makes a good villain?)
Part VII: Unyihi Garum
Date: Amanela 2nd, 114 A.U.
“Red alert! Red alert!” The siren went on wailing even though everyone had already heard it over a dozen times. “Western 4th Command Center down! Lack of communication! This is red alert! Red alert!”
Unyihi Garum shook his head and gritted his teeth as he flew down the road in the hovering motorcycle-like contraption, modified for its specific use in the Mothership. Coming to the turn, he made a sharp spin of the wheel to the left and cruised into a parking lot before leaping out and walking through an open door to the Western Computer Control Center.
“I want reports now of the damage!” Unyihi barked out. An impressive size for an orc, Unyihi’s had golden skin, a sharp contrast to the normal blues and reds of orcish skin. He had been gifted with the dual-gift of wielding fire and electricity, in contrast to all other elves, who could only wield one type which was decided by their genes at birth. Wielding electricity was the more dominant factor in the genes, but there were a good many who could wield fire. Unyihi Garum could do both.
“The Western 4th Command Center has been, according to all reports, sabotaged, zar!” a blue orc said, running up to him. Unyihi glanced at the number on his forehead. 997. It was an OK rank for an orc tasked to be on the Mothership.
“What are the reports about who did it?” Unyihi barked out.
“We have found some security footage of an elf throwing a bomb into the main computer room, Garum, zar!” Number 997 said. “According to reports, the elf got down through the air tubes. The cycle was changed right after the last check on that system to cycle the robots away, giving the elf time to get down there. Our people are still working on identifying the elf! Much of the framework of the Western 4th Section, as well as all its software, has been undermined, and-”
“Cease report,” Unyihi snapped. “Others will deal with framework issues. What task was the 4th Command Center tasked with doing?”
“The Western 4th Command Center was mostly tasked with managing the Western Prison as well as helping with various other, normal tasks, to run the Western 4th Section, zar!” Number 997 said.
Unyihi thought about that for a moment before giving orders: “I want your team to reprogram the other systems to temporarily perform the work that the sabotaged Command Center got done as well as their own, and to identify the elf who was the cause for this! I also want you to find out who cycled out the robots. Now get to it!”
“Yes, zar!” Number 997 said, and bowing, turned around and returned to his comrades. Unyihi Garum briskly left the room, taking a quick glance at his watch, before getting on the hovering motorcycle and speeding out back onto the road. He put his hand in his pocket to pull out a cell phone, one specifically made for communications within the security force of the Mothership. Unyihi seriously doubted that whoever was in charge of this was just trying to do some sabotage work that could be quickly cleaned up. In fact, Unyihi had a pretty good idea of the larger scheme that they were trying to pull off.
“Hello!” Unyihi said. “I want all teams in the 3rd, 4th, and 5th Western Sections to provide immediate backup to the Western Prison. I want all men stationed at the Western Prison to be on code red alert immediately and to be prepared for a planned jailbreak from the outside!”
“Yes, Garum, zar!”
“Yes, zar!”
“Yes, Garum, zar!” The responses begin flooding back as Unyihi put down the cell phone and accelerated on the motorcycle. Whatever rebel group it was, he bet they were going for the prison. And Unyihi wanted to make sure that their scheme didn’t get any farther than the sabotaging of the 4th Western Command Center.
Unyihi Garum arrived at the intersection of one of the halls leading to the main center of the Western Prison to find it a scene of chaos. A quick overview of the situation told him that most of the Mothership forces were in the halls outside, trying to get into the main center of the Western Prison, barricaded presumably by the rebels. The Mothership forces were hiding around the corner, popping out only briefly to shoot and try to hit someone, before popping back. Unyihi watched the exchange of fire going on for a couple moments before gritting his teeth.
“You’re getting nowhere by this!” Unyihi roared. “We need to take them down, now!” Stepping out from behind the corner, Unyihi gazed down the hallway at the makeshift barricade and at the guns pointed out of it. Unyihi let out a roar of rage and stretched out his hand before the rebels could do anything. A stream of lightning mixed with fire shot out of it, hitting the center of the barricade.
With a huge explosion, the barricade was up in flames, screams emitting from behind it. Unyihi quickly walked forward, eyes alert, as he drew near. Bullets began to randomly fly through the screen of smoke and fire, none of them hitting him.
Unyihi sent a wave of crackling electricity through the smoke screen and satisfactorily heard screams of pain as he hit his target. “Follow me!” Unyihi snapped to the cowering elves behind him, who grudgingly replied.
Stepping up to the barrier, Unyihi stretched out his hand and let the fire wrap around his hand. Then Unyihi made a motion with the hand and all the fire snuffed out, the smoke beginning to clear. Unyihi bent down and picked up the charred table that had made a barricade, an impressive feat for an orc, as all orcs were physically extremely weak, and tossed it to the side, to reveal a shocked group of elves who were trying to herd escaped convicts through a door.
Unyihi gave a roar and shot out another wave of crackling lightning, picking out his targets. The lightning struck each of them, lifting them up into the air. Unyihi curled his fingers into a fist and the victims suddenly grasped at their throats. A tighter fist and all muscles in their body went tense. The elves behind Unyihi ran out from behind him, shooting down other rebels. Suddenly, Unyihi released his fist and extended his arm, sending all his victims flying against the wall with sickening crunches.
Already the rebels, mostly elves, were fleeing the room. A couple tried to shoot at Unyihi. Unyihi mindlessly sent out electric pulses, making the bullets bounce off from its original course. Another wave of electricity, and the hapless shooters were caught in Unyihi’s power. Unyihi curled his hand into a fist. And at that same moment, the computers kicked on again, and the doors of the hall that led to the jail cells slid shut.
Question of the Week:What makes a really good villain? (This is not a question of whether or not you like Unyihi, or whether he is a good villain or not, though you can answer that if you want. It's void of any context whatever: What makes a good villain?)
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