12-20-2006, 05:53 PM
Sixteen stood idle, looking upon the massive tower he?d just ordered his troops to surround. He?d been forced into a leadership role he felt as though he didn?t deserve, nor did he want the night before, and now he ordered to take this tower. His commander had given him hundreds of units for the mission, while Garlic himself went into the real fight.
?My services must no be needed there, or does he not trust me?? the android thought, trying to get that off his mind.
Hundreds of soldiers were scurrying about, rolling their massive artillery guns behind them. Slowly panning themselves out seventy five yards from the base of the tower, and awaiting orders. The mechanical being hadn?t spoken to the inhabitants of the enemy building yet, and called over one of his personal messengers.
?Go to the tower and tell them the following. We of united have come under rule of Garlic Jr., surrender now or prepare to be bombarded until this tower falls.? Sixteen monotoned, showing no emotion in his face whatsoever.
With that the messenger twisted around, and bolted across the small plain and out of site. Not wasting any time the green armored fighter began walking the perimeter he?d just created, checking his soldiers and making sure the guns were operational. A few messengers followed him at all times, and doubled checked the weapons they passed.
?Things seem good, I believe we will have this tower in no time. I need scouts to check out that fort in the distance, we will go for that next,? explained the sniper general.
Another messenger dashed from his presence, and off to fetch a scout. Sixteen knew it would be a long day to come, but he was not worried for his troops. ?Give them an extra ration for tonight,? Sixteen ordered to the last messenger.
?Yes sir!? he replied quickly.
(OOC: short, but more later today.)
?My services must no be needed there, or does he not trust me?? the android thought, trying to get that off his mind.
Hundreds of soldiers were scurrying about, rolling their massive artillery guns behind them. Slowly panning themselves out seventy five yards from the base of the tower, and awaiting orders. The mechanical being hadn?t spoken to the inhabitants of the enemy building yet, and called over one of his personal messengers.
?Go to the tower and tell them the following. We of united have come under rule of Garlic Jr., surrender now or prepare to be bombarded until this tower falls.? Sixteen monotoned, showing no emotion in his face whatsoever.
With that the messenger twisted around, and bolted across the small plain and out of site. Not wasting any time the green armored fighter began walking the perimeter he?d just created, checking his soldiers and making sure the guns were operational. A few messengers followed him at all times, and doubled checked the weapons they passed.
?Things seem good, I believe we will have this tower in no time. I need scouts to check out that fort in the distance, we will go for that next,? explained the sniper general.
Another messenger dashed from his presence, and off to fetch a scout. Sixteen knew it would be a long day to come, but he was not worried for his troops. ?Give them an extra ration for tonight,? Sixteen ordered to the last messenger.
?Yes sir!? he replied quickly.
(OOC: short, but more later today.)