01-10-2007, 10:43 PM
The greatest honor he?d received during this war he?d been tossed into, was becoming commaner of the United Army. Garlic had been killed somewhere to the north, Gokua had arrived to take Co-Command of the army, and everything was going well. That was twenty minutes ago.
In one fell swoop, the assassins turned his world upside down. Sixteen had no emotions to express, except that the army he?d been entrusted by his only friend was in disarray. Garlic was gone, and he had not one person to gain knowledge from. All his tactics were Garlic?s tactics, all his thoughts were molded by Garlic, but he was gone.
He knew what Garlic would do in this situation, and instantly his brain told him what he should do. The android ripped the report from the messengers perspiring hands, glancing at the body count. Forty one troops on either side were dead, with notables like Kollifum and Raditzu. Looking through the list one more time, he computed the total damages, and looked back up to the commotion.
?The new arrival Raditzu the saiya-jin has been killed, as well as Kollifum the General. But men we have no time to mourn our losses, for we have a war to win. Hunt down the remaining enemies within your unit. You?ve lived with them for many days now, you?ve marched beside them every day. You know the faces of the loyal, so pick out the ones you know are not,? Boomed the android commander.
Spinning around, he laid his metallic eyes upon a crippled changeling warrior. Koola lie hunched in a ball behind him, gripping his lower leg in agony. The look in his eyes was of both fear and disgust. ?My dear friend Koola, you are a most unlucky fellow. To be injured in two battles is very unfortunate, but do not worry changeling,? Sixteen monotoned, hoping to ease the warrior?s troubles.
With a quick whistle, the Commander ordered medics to treat the injured changeling. His medics were all huddled together, listing another body. This time it was the proud Gokua, who we?d met only moments before the attack. Scanning his body, the wound was not as serious as the ones on Koola but it needed treatment.
?Save every unit possible medics. Gokua will live, Koola will live, treat the most serious first. No one person is my sine qua non, each person has the same value in my army. This small encumbrance will only postpone our plans of victory, and those plans have already been set in motion,? the Commander boomed to his soldiers, who?d all returned to their senses.
With a roar, all of the United soldiers began to sniff out the traitors and the ones who didn?t belong. There was no more susurration of betrayal, or thoughts of a tremendous loss, now it was all business. Sixteen had no more time to spare, war had finally found him and he knew it was time to stand up and face it. He and all of his companions, the United Army.
In one fell swoop, the assassins turned his world upside down. Sixteen had no emotions to express, except that the army he?d been entrusted by his only friend was in disarray. Garlic was gone, and he had not one person to gain knowledge from. All his tactics were Garlic?s tactics, all his thoughts were molded by Garlic, but he was gone.
He knew what Garlic would do in this situation, and instantly his brain told him what he should do. The android ripped the report from the messengers perspiring hands, glancing at the body count. Forty one troops on either side were dead, with notables like Kollifum and Raditzu. Looking through the list one more time, he computed the total damages, and looked back up to the commotion.
?The new arrival Raditzu the saiya-jin has been killed, as well as Kollifum the General. But men we have no time to mourn our losses, for we have a war to win. Hunt down the remaining enemies within your unit. You?ve lived with them for many days now, you?ve marched beside them every day. You know the faces of the loyal, so pick out the ones you know are not,? Boomed the android commander.
Spinning around, he laid his metallic eyes upon a crippled changeling warrior. Koola lie hunched in a ball behind him, gripping his lower leg in agony. The look in his eyes was of both fear and disgust. ?My dear friend Koola, you are a most unlucky fellow. To be injured in two battles is very unfortunate, but do not worry changeling,? Sixteen monotoned, hoping to ease the warrior?s troubles.
With a quick whistle, the Commander ordered medics to treat the injured changeling. His medics were all huddled together, listing another body. This time it was the proud Gokua, who we?d met only moments before the attack. Scanning his body, the wound was not as serious as the ones on Koola but it needed treatment.
?Save every unit possible medics. Gokua will live, Koola will live, treat the most serious first. No one person is my sine qua non, each person has the same value in my army. This small encumbrance will only postpone our plans of victory, and those plans have already been set in motion,? the Commander boomed to his soldiers, who?d all returned to their senses.
With a roar, all of the United soldiers began to sniff out the traitors and the ones who didn?t belong. There was no more susurration of betrayal, or thoughts of a tremendous loss, now it was all business. Sixteen had no more time to spare, war had finally found him and he knew it was time to stand up and face it. He and all of his companions, the United Army.