06-21-2016, 02:00 PM
"-well I don't have time for you to count, we need to be ready as soon as possible!" Tossing the clipboard to his right and putting his hands on his hips, the lizard looked down the convoy's line with a disproving look, the hustle and bustle of the convoy not having died down yet. One of his men hastily grabbed the clipboard as it fell, stumbling a bit before taking a step back. Tapping his foot, the leader of the convoy kept disapprovingly looking at his 'employees' finish tying their supplies to their designated cars, some looking over their shoulders back at their boss, worried of whatever word was to come from his mouth. Despite how rugged, armed and scarred those working on their vehicles may be, the lizard in suspenders and a white button up was more horrifying to then their own comrades, this all being comedic to Kalli. "Oh, good, you're here!" He reached out to shake the prime's hand as she walked up, only to find she wasn't going to offer one, the silence continued for a second before he realized. Rolling his eyes, the lizard withdrew his hand "Alrighty then. The names Whitthorn by the way."
"Alright, Whitthorn, where exactly his this convoy going?" Kalli asked.
"One second. First, follow me." the lizard motioned her to follow with his right hand, moving down the line of vehicles before taking out his textbook wide cigar case, a new cigar being placed in his mouth before tucking the case back into his massive chest pocket, taking out a lighter from the same pocket and proceeding to smoke. The prime found the scent to be foul, coughing and covering her face shortly as the wind blew smoke straight past her. But Whitthorn didn't care at all, multitasking as he spoke and watched for any errors along the convoy.
"Some good miles out from here is a group of primitives, spears and bows, a bit like The Kingdom except less smart." He shoved two casually talking employees out of the way, both of who looked at their boss in anger before going back to work "Anyway, the boy we found who lives with the primitives promises that we'll be able to use the tribe's water supply if we protect them. So, I'm eager to get out there and see if he's being honest. Plus we wont need to pay the Empire any more water tax with our own supply of-" Pausing, Whitthorn looked up at the top of the SUV, a man carrying a green box with bullet shapes etched on the side of it was being placed down. Whitthorn automatically started yelling, pointing to the front of the convoy's line. "That box is to be placed in my car, at the front!" the man sighed loudly, picking up the green box again and carrying it to the edge of the SUV, before dropping it into the sand, causing it to sink a little. "And be careful!" Whitthorn added.
"And where did you find this boy?" Kalli asked
"In the middle of the desert, dehydrated and possibly hallucinating. But I trust him nonetheless." He continued to look at the man carrying the box, all the way back to the front. Finally breaking away from an intense stare, Whitthorn continued "I mean, I trusted him after he stopped hallucinating."
"You really trust him?"
"Yes."
The two stared at each other for a few seconds before Whitthorn broke the silence "So you want that omnilium or not?"
Kalli felt repulsed, the carelessness in his voice seemed so disconnected with the reality of his decisions. Going out into the desert? All because of what some sort of nutjob what saying? Its as if he did this on a daily basis. "Fine." She said begrudgingly "But I expect you to tell me where that reserve is, even if we find nothing."
He smiled "Great! By the way, you'll be riding in the same vehicle as me and the boy, so I hope you like taking lead." Whitthorn then walked away, going about and making sure everything along his convoy was prepared for the trip ahead.
After each and every vehicle was prepared, everyone was ready to move out. There were a lot more people then they could fit inside each vehicle, but the personnel were use to this. They took turns on who would sit on the roofs or in the flatbeds, one or two possibly volunteering for the sake of their comrades. Two people sat in the flatbed of Whitthorn's truck, a guard and the second in command of the convoy, Jeff. Meanwhile, in the pick up's passenger seat was a man with his head face down into the seat, body laid out right arm hanging out with his hand resting against the car's floor, fast asleep. Supposedly this was 'the boy' by Whitthorn's description. Kalli climbed on inside, sitting right next to the driver, that driver being Whitthorn himself unsurprisingly.
The interior of the vehicle was a brown, with the roof a tan, the bottom of the floor the same tan. At first, it felt comfy, the softness of the floor was such a contrast to the hot sands outside. But as soon as Kalli closed the door, the place was hotter than a furnace even with the windows open. With the turn of the keys the engine came to life, a roar of engines following behind them as the rest of the convoy followed in suit. "Right, well," the lizard said while he reached into his shirt, pulling out black sunglasses and putting them on "lets get this expedition started." placing both hands on the wheel and a foot against the peddle, the truck began to move out, rolling onto a path while the rest of the vehicles followed in a line behind each other. The savanna began to roll past them, becoming more and more dry with less and less people, the desert would soon engulf their surroundings a few hours later, becoming all that was ahead of them.
"Alright, Whitthorn, where exactly his this convoy going?" Kalli asked.
"One second. First, follow me." the lizard motioned her to follow with his right hand, moving down the line of vehicles before taking out his textbook wide cigar case, a new cigar being placed in his mouth before tucking the case back into his massive chest pocket, taking out a lighter from the same pocket and proceeding to smoke. The prime found the scent to be foul, coughing and covering her face shortly as the wind blew smoke straight past her. But Whitthorn didn't care at all, multitasking as he spoke and watched for any errors along the convoy.
"Some good miles out from here is a group of primitives, spears and bows, a bit like The Kingdom except less smart." He shoved two casually talking employees out of the way, both of who looked at their boss in anger before going back to work "Anyway, the boy we found who lives with the primitives promises that we'll be able to use the tribe's water supply if we protect them. So, I'm eager to get out there and see if he's being honest. Plus we wont need to pay the Empire any more water tax with our own supply of-" Pausing, Whitthorn looked up at the top of the SUV, a man carrying a green box with bullet shapes etched on the side of it was being placed down. Whitthorn automatically started yelling, pointing to the front of the convoy's line. "That box is to be placed in my car, at the front!" the man sighed loudly, picking up the green box again and carrying it to the edge of the SUV, before dropping it into the sand, causing it to sink a little. "And be careful!" Whitthorn added.
"And where did you find this boy?" Kalli asked
"In the middle of the desert, dehydrated and possibly hallucinating. But I trust him nonetheless." He continued to look at the man carrying the box, all the way back to the front. Finally breaking away from an intense stare, Whitthorn continued "I mean, I trusted him after he stopped hallucinating."
"You really trust him?"
"Yes."
The two stared at each other for a few seconds before Whitthorn broke the silence "So you want that omnilium or not?"
Kalli felt repulsed, the carelessness in his voice seemed so disconnected with the reality of his decisions. Going out into the desert? All because of what some sort of nutjob what saying? Its as if he did this on a daily basis. "Fine." She said begrudgingly "But I expect you to tell me where that reserve is, even if we find nothing."
He smiled "Great! By the way, you'll be riding in the same vehicle as me and the boy, so I hope you like taking lead." Whitthorn then walked away, going about and making sure everything along his convoy was prepared for the trip ahead.
After each and every vehicle was prepared, everyone was ready to move out. There were a lot more people then they could fit inside each vehicle, but the personnel were use to this. They took turns on who would sit on the roofs or in the flatbeds, one or two possibly volunteering for the sake of their comrades. Two people sat in the flatbed of Whitthorn's truck, a guard and the second in command of the convoy, Jeff. Meanwhile, in the pick up's passenger seat was a man with his head face down into the seat, body laid out right arm hanging out with his hand resting against the car's floor, fast asleep. Supposedly this was 'the boy' by Whitthorn's description. Kalli climbed on inside, sitting right next to the driver, that driver being Whitthorn himself unsurprisingly.
The interior of the vehicle was a brown, with the roof a tan, the bottom of the floor the same tan. At first, it felt comfy, the softness of the floor was such a contrast to the hot sands outside. But as soon as Kalli closed the door, the place was hotter than a furnace even with the windows open. With the turn of the keys the engine came to life, a roar of engines following behind them as the rest of the convoy followed in suit. "Right, well," the lizard said while he reached into his shirt, pulling out black sunglasses and putting them on "lets get this expedition started." placing both hands on the wheel and a foot against the peddle, the truck began to move out, rolling onto a path while the rest of the vehicles followed in a line behind each other. The savanna began to roll past them, becoming more and more dry with less and less people, the desert would soon engulf their surroundings a few hours later, becoming all that was ahead of them.