12-19-2006, 01:52 AM
With every new day since the android had been awoken from what seemed to be the longest sleep of his life came a new journey. Each morning came a new lathering of dew on his undersized sleeping bag. Garlic came to him at six am each day to explain to him what exactly his plans were for the day.
Sixteen was asked by the commander to listen to each detail of any plan carefully, and advise him on the decision. Many times the two warriors would sojourn for a time on certain idea?s, taking each detail with absolute carefulness. While other times they would only speak for a moments notice. This new morning the android received only a succinct speech.
Garlic had a somewhat annoyed visage about him this morning, and the news he was about to give would more than likely mirror his mood. ?We are moving out again Sixteen, so get your self ready to march,? the miniature fighter explained sharply.
With a nod, the orange mohawked apparatus folded up his miniscule sleeping bag and tossed it over his shoulder. He followed his leader towards the middle to the camp, and waited patiently behind him for orders. This day would be a dull and dreary one for the average soldier. He was sure that their moral was low, and with another day of marching ahead of them their spirits were sure to be in the dumps.
?Is there nothing that can be done about your troops dreary demeanor?? questioned the machine gunman, as he looked out upon the sea of drowsy soldiers.
?There is nothing I can do at this moment, but they will be awarded for their strong will when the time is appropriate. If Nappa hadn?t given them most of the officers beer a fortnight ago then we?d be having a damn party right now, but no. He had to go and give all that shit out to his troops for building his precious fort,? Garlic ranted, going a little to far with the subject.
?Your frustration is getting the best of you Jr. don?t show to much negative emotion in the eyes of your soldiers,? Sixteen monotones, trying his best to cool down the tempered goblin.
Garlic didn?t reply, but instead made his way through the ranks of his subordinates checking over there things and making sure everything looked organized. It was a trivial job for a commander, but he felt it was necessary one. The green armored combatant could only marvel at how easily a walk through the camp would lift many of the soldier?s spirits, and get them moving as if they were fully rested.
?Maybe this day won?t be so bad,? he thought to himself, as the morning sun finally lifted high enough over the horizon to begin blinding him. It only took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the sunlight, and that was all the time the entire camp needed to begin their march northward.
Sixteen could only wonder about his commander?s plan of action for today was, and why exactly hadn?t he been told like the many times before.
Sixteen was asked by the commander to listen to each detail of any plan carefully, and advise him on the decision. Many times the two warriors would sojourn for a time on certain idea?s, taking each detail with absolute carefulness. While other times they would only speak for a moments notice. This new morning the android received only a succinct speech.
Garlic had a somewhat annoyed visage about him this morning, and the news he was about to give would more than likely mirror his mood. ?We are moving out again Sixteen, so get your self ready to march,? the miniature fighter explained sharply.
With a nod, the orange mohawked apparatus folded up his miniscule sleeping bag and tossed it over his shoulder. He followed his leader towards the middle to the camp, and waited patiently behind him for orders. This day would be a dull and dreary one for the average soldier. He was sure that their moral was low, and with another day of marching ahead of them their spirits were sure to be in the dumps.
?Is there nothing that can be done about your troops dreary demeanor?? questioned the machine gunman, as he looked out upon the sea of drowsy soldiers.
?There is nothing I can do at this moment, but they will be awarded for their strong will when the time is appropriate. If Nappa hadn?t given them most of the officers beer a fortnight ago then we?d be having a damn party right now, but no. He had to go and give all that shit out to his troops for building his precious fort,? Garlic ranted, going a little to far with the subject.
?Your frustration is getting the best of you Jr. don?t show to much negative emotion in the eyes of your soldiers,? Sixteen monotones, trying his best to cool down the tempered goblin.
Garlic didn?t reply, but instead made his way through the ranks of his subordinates checking over there things and making sure everything looked organized. It was a trivial job for a commander, but he felt it was necessary one. The green armored combatant could only marvel at how easily a walk through the camp would lift many of the soldier?s spirits, and get them moving as if they were fully rested.
?Maybe this day won?t be so bad,? he thought to himself, as the morning sun finally lifted high enough over the horizon to begin blinding him. It only took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the sunlight, and that was all the time the entire camp needed to begin their march northward.
Sixteen could only wonder about his commander?s plan of action for today was, and why exactly hadn?t he been told like the many times before.