11-26-2006, 09:02 PM
?Mr Coffee!?
The young infantry unit jumped, as he felt a hand slither over his shoulder.
?Tapion, what brings you to the back lines with us? Shouldn't you be marching with the generals up front??
It was evidently obvious that the man didn't know Tapion was a simple ground unit like himself. The swordsman twiddled his thumbs, staring at the ground shamefully as they walked. It was embarrassing for him to admit that he wasn't worthy of walking with those on the front lines, but maybe that wasn't the case, infact, he knew it wasn't. It was rather a situation where he couldn't argue about his position, no matter how much he would've liked to control his own force.
?They're just simply on their high horses; heh, Generals eh??
?I mustn't chat. I have to keep my eyes ahead, and my concentration too.?
?Coffee, lad. I'd like to point out, that until we reach a village, nothing will fall out into our hands.?
The two eyed the soldiers and infantry surrounding them, scooting with a hurried pace. They were uneasy about the situation, they obviously hadn't faced an event with such somber air about if before. Tapion's eyes were burning, as he took another sip of the distilled rum in his metal flask.
The men up ahead were bustling, suddenly fidgeting around as if something had caught their eye. It was a good ways away, but still something worth a cautioning. Mr. Coffee stepped back like a poltroon, his eyes fixed on the movement of the generals and other leading soldiers around him.
?Stay right there boy. Don't move, for the love of god, don't shoot either.?
Tapion's commands were short and sweet, and with a hurried pace, he moved on forward to the Lieutenant. Did they have a plan, yet?
The young infantry unit jumped, as he felt a hand slither over his shoulder.
?Tapion, what brings you to the back lines with us? Shouldn't you be marching with the generals up front??
It was evidently obvious that the man didn't know Tapion was a simple ground unit like himself. The swordsman twiddled his thumbs, staring at the ground shamefully as they walked. It was embarrassing for him to admit that he wasn't worthy of walking with those on the front lines, but maybe that wasn't the case, infact, he knew it wasn't. It was rather a situation where he couldn't argue about his position, no matter how much he would've liked to control his own force.
?They're just simply on their high horses; heh, Generals eh??
?I mustn't chat. I have to keep my eyes ahead, and my concentration too.?
?Coffee, lad. I'd like to point out, that until we reach a village, nothing will fall out into our hands.?
The two eyed the soldiers and infantry surrounding them, scooting with a hurried pace. They were uneasy about the situation, they obviously hadn't faced an event with such somber air about if before. Tapion's eyes were burning, as he took another sip of the distilled rum in his metal flask.
The men up ahead were bustling, suddenly fidgeting around as if something had caught their eye. It was a good ways away, but still something worth a cautioning. Mr. Coffee stepped back like a poltroon, his eyes fixed on the movement of the generals and other leading soldiers around him.
?Stay right there boy. Don't move, for the love of god, don't shoot either.?
Tapion's commands were short and sweet, and with a hurried pace, he moved on forward to the Lieutenant. Did they have a plan, yet?