12-04-2006, 12:44 AM
The assassins had failed in regards to actually claim the life of any of the Outcasts, but a far greater casualty had been claimed by the marauders?Sauzaa. Although a greater percentage of the soldiers in the camp glanced over the death of the Frenchman as the demise of an outsider, Seventeen felt great sorrow in staring at the man?s broken body. After all, the blue foreigner had confided in the android for protection, and try as hard as he could?the cyborg had failed.
?I won?t fail again,? the machine-hybrid muttered, driving the digging spade into the ground as he unearthed a small patch of land. The pit was to serve as the last thing the android could offer to a man who had come to him for help a few days ago?eternal peace. Even as his hands trembled in anger and frustration, Seventeen lifted Sauzaa?s ensanguined corpse off the ground and carefully lowered him into the hole.
All around the commander, a number of soldiers watched solemnly as their leader began to shovel dirt into the grave of the blue-skinned alien. Despite the blatant aggravation he was going through at the moment, Seventeen?s eyes nevertheless conveyed the great deal of the pain and sorrow welling within him. The cybernetic warrior let out a sigh as he threw the last bit of dirt onto the grave. With a halfhearted sigh, the man let the shovel slid from his fingers and land on top of the mound of disturbed earth.
?How fares Lieutenant Kakarot?? Seventeen asked?his tone somber as he glanced over his shoulder at one of the onlookers. ?I take it his wounds weren?t as grievous as this poor souls??
?Aye, Commander,? the soldier responded, bobbing his head slightly to accent the validty of his leader?s words. ?He is being patched up in one of the medical tents and should be all dandy in a matter of him. The only problem is he can?t seem to stop carrying on about the apple that he lost in the conflict. Its death seems to have really struck him to his core,? with a wave of his hand, Seventeen cut the man off following the lame attempt at humor.
?And what about the assassin subdued during the conflict?? The onyx-haired warrior inquired, turning from Sauzaa?s gravesite and flashing a morose expression toward the group of soldiers gathered around him.
?He?s not going anywhere, Commander,? the same soldier responded, pointing to a tent a few yards away from their current location. ?He?s locked up in that tent at the moment. Should we have him executed??
?No,? Seventeen uttered, frowning slightly at the degree of difficulty it took to speak such words. ?We will not stoop to their level by soiling ourselves with the blood of some petty assassin. They can try all that want to aggravate us, but it will only culminate in their defeat. I can?t believe that an army pegged to be the token good guys would resort to petty assassinations and backhanded tactics. I have to go meet with General Super Buu, but I want you to tell everyone to prepare for war.?
?Yes, Commander!? The man shouted, saluting the android before turning to usher the rest of the onlookers onto their other duties. With a frown, Seventeen strode across the middle of the campsite and burst into the central tent with a glare of discomfort on his face. Super Buu, Wart, and Paige had gathered in the room and all flashed the android to same sympathetic expression. Moving away from the table, the machine-hybrid?s companion darted forward and embraced the blatantly perturbed man.
Seventeen feigned a smile to appease the persons amassed within the provisional building and turned to face Paige. Still wearing the fa?ade, the cyborg slid his arms around the woman and kissed her?the embrace lasting long enough to trigger Super Buu and Wart to turn their head in the opposite direction. Noticing how awkward the spontaneous, extended moment was for the other two persons in the room, Seventeen pulled back and put on a real smile for the woman he loved.
?I love you,? he muttered, their gazes overlapping as they stared into one another?s eyes?the recent attack had given them both a warning that at any moment their time together could be torn asunder. A stray bullet or an opportunistic assassin had the potential to tear them from one another?s arms at any moment during the coming struggle, and neither one of them was willing to watch the other die.
?I love you too,? Paige cooed, reaching forward to peck the android on the lips one final time before returning to her former position next to Wart. With a newfound lack of vice and frustration, Seventeen made his way to the table and cleared his throat. Snatching up a nearby piece of parchment and a pen, the cyborg began to scrawl a letter.
?What?s the message?? Super Buu inquired, peeking over the long table in an effort to glance at the note. The android discarded the pen and hastily rolled the aged paper into a scroll. With a nearby piece of robe, he tied the document shut at the center and instructed Wart to go snatch a messenger.
?A choice,? the android answered, sliding the scroll into a leather tube as he waited for Wart to return with a courier. ?The attacks disgust me, but I?d rather opt for less bloodshed, because there are bigger fish out there to fry. Despite my sympathetic nature, this is their last chance to depart or face my fury,? the ultimatum brought a smile to golem?s visage. After all, since Koola had eluded him days ago, Super Buu had been rearing for a fight.
?Here?s a messenger,? Wart uttered, entering the tent with an amphibious beast that seemed more adapted to a fish tank than a war zone. Nevertheless, Seventeen handed the container to the creature and pointed out of the room.
?Deliver that to our foes,? he ordered. ?Good luck, soldier,? the Commander added, placing a reassuring hand on the messenger?s shoulder and then motioning for him to depart.
?How do you think they?ll respond?? Paige inquired?the frown on her face summed up the former whitelighter?s opinion about the days to come.
?Prepare for anything,? Seventeen uttered, turning around to face his best friend and girlfriend. ?However this situation ends, its conclusion will not be easily forgotten. Make sure that there are sentries and guards on duty throughout the night incase our foes are more even more dubious than we imagined.?
OOC: Assassin is locked up hardcore, and Kakarot is being patched up in a medical tent. This is the letter:
?I won?t fail again,? the machine-hybrid muttered, driving the digging spade into the ground as he unearthed a small patch of land. The pit was to serve as the last thing the android could offer to a man who had come to him for help a few days ago?eternal peace. Even as his hands trembled in anger and frustration, Seventeen lifted Sauzaa?s ensanguined corpse off the ground and carefully lowered him into the hole.
All around the commander, a number of soldiers watched solemnly as their leader began to shovel dirt into the grave of the blue-skinned alien. Despite the blatant aggravation he was going through at the moment, Seventeen?s eyes nevertheless conveyed the great deal of the pain and sorrow welling within him. The cybernetic warrior let out a sigh as he threw the last bit of dirt onto the grave. With a halfhearted sigh, the man let the shovel slid from his fingers and land on top of the mound of disturbed earth.
?How fares Lieutenant Kakarot?? Seventeen asked?his tone somber as he glanced over his shoulder at one of the onlookers. ?I take it his wounds weren?t as grievous as this poor souls??
?Aye, Commander,? the soldier responded, bobbing his head slightly to accent the validty of his leader?s words. ?He is being patched up in one of the medical tents and should be all dandy in a matter of him. The only problem is he can?t seem to stop carrying on about the apple that he lost in the conflict. Its death seems to have really struck him to his core,? with a wave of his hand, Seventeen cut the man off following the lame attempt at humor.
?And what about the assassin subdued during the conflict?? The onyx-haired warrior inquired, turning from Sauzaa?s gravesite and flashing a morose expression toward the group of soldiers gathered around him.
?He?s not going anywhere, Commander,? the same soldier responded, pointing to a tent a few yards away from their current location. ?He?s locked up in that tent at the moment. Should we have him executed??
?No,? Seventeen uttered, frowning slightly at the degree of difficulty it took to speak such words. ?We will not stoop to their level by soiling ourselves with the blood of some petty assassin. They can try all that want to aggravate us, but it will only culminate in their defeat. I can?t believe that an army pegged to be the token good guys would resort to petty assassinations and backhanded tactics. I have to go meet with General Super Buu, but I want you to tell everyone to prepare for war.?
?Yes, Commander!? The man shouted, saluting the android before turning to usher the rest of the onlookers onto their other duties. With a frown, Seventeen strode across the middle of the campsite and burst into the central tent with a glare of discomfort on his face. Super Buu, Wart, and Paige had gathered in the room and all flashed the android to same sympathetic expression. Moving away from the table, the machine-hybrid?s companion darted forward and embraced the blatantly perturbed man.
Seventeen feigned a smile to appease the persons amassed within the provisional building and turned to face Paige. Still wearing the fa?ade, the cyborg slid his arms around the woman and kissed her?the embrace lasting long enough to trigger Super Buu and Wart to turn their head in the opposite direction. Noticing how awkward the spontaneous, extended moment was for the other two persons in the room, Seventeen pulled back and put on a real smile for the woman he loved.
?I love you,? he muttered, their gazes overlapping as they stared into one another?s eyes?the recent attack had given them both a warning that at any moment their time together could be torn asunder. A stray bullet or an opportunistic assassin had the potential to tear them from one another?s arms at any moment during the coming struggle, and neither one of them was willing to watch the other die.
?I love you too,? Paige cooed, reaching forward to peck the android on the lips one final time before returning to her former position next to Wart. With a newfound lack of vice and frustration, Seventeen made his way to the table and cleared his throat. Snatching up a nearby piece of parchment and a pen, the cyborg began to scrawl a letter.
?What?s the message?? Super Buu inquired, peeking over the long table in an effort to glance at the note. The android discarded the pen and hastily rolled the aged paper into a scroll. With a nearby piece of robe, he tied the document shut at the center and instructed Wart to go snatch a messenger.
?A choice,? the android answered, sliding the scroll into a leather tube as he waited for Wart to return with a courier. ?The attacks disgust me, but I?d rather opt for less bloodshed, because there are bigger fish out there to fry. Despite my sympathetic nature, this is their last chance to depart or face my fury,? the ultimatum brought a smile to golem?s visage. After all, since Koola had eluded him days ago, Super Buu had been rearing for a fight.
?Here?s a messenger,? Wart uttered, entering the tent with an amphibious beast that seemed more adapted to a fish tank than a war zone. Nevertheless, Seventeen handed the container to the creature and pointed out of the room.
?Deliver that to our foes,? he ordered. ?Good luck, soldier,? the Commander added, placing a reassuring hand on the messenger?s shoulder and then motioning for him to depart.
?How do you think they?ll respond?? Paige inquired?the frown on her face summed up the former whitelighter?s opinion about the days to come.
?Prepare for anything,? Seventeen uttered, turning around to face his best friend and girlfriend. ?However this situation ends, its conclusion will not be easily forgotten. Make sure that there are sentries and guards on duty throughout the night incase our foes are more even more dubious than we imagined.?
OOC: Assassin is locked up hardcore, and Kakarot is being patched up in a medical tent. This is the letter:
Quote:Leader of the army stationed at Freelorn Village,
I must thank you for the dubious tactics you are willing to resort to in order to gain an advantage, despite the facade about the alignment of your army being 'good'. Nevertheless, I am not an evil man, and I will offer your army a chance to retreat from the village. This way there will be no bloodshed between our forces, and we can both walk away without having to put our lives on the line.
If you fail to retreat, I will be forced to take action in order to wrest the village from your control. I will expect my messenger to return with your response, because if we do not receive an answer by the rise of the sun or the messenger fails to return at all, we will press the attack.
Yours truly,
Commander Seventeen of the Outcasts.
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