07-30-2016, 01:06 PM
To begin opening the gate would require a climb up along its wall. The gate/wall itself was 15 meters tall, a high wall for a big cavern, made out of stone bricks stacked upon each other and kept together via varying materials, cement of course being one of them. It didn't change it's cold grey look however, as well as it's exposed holes or large cracks. The side of the wall facing the town was in absolute disrepair, unlike the side that faced the cave entrance. At the top of the gate was sandbags, with metal and wooden bars pointing upward, keeping the makeshift roof stable. A ladder leaned against the stone up to the edge of the wall where a hole in the defenses was made to climb on through, more ladders were placed farther to the left, not being placed on the gate while spread out to be made sparse, but still in sight of each other. Kalli hadn't bothered to use the ladders however, those would be too predictable for her attackers! No, instead she avoided bullets while leaping up the stone wall, placing her talons in the cracks and crevices she could find.
By the end of the second stab Kalli slowed herself, merely keeping the blade there and staring downward. All this action and violence making her seem like she came out of a horror film, crimson red covering her hands, arms, front of her face and torso. Disgust raised in her throat, a need to vomit from all the adrenaline and lack of refreshment, like as if she had suddenly became sick. But the prime forced the feeling back down with a swallow, violently ripping the knife out again and rubbing the blood off of the knife onto her vest. She then sheathed it, getting onto her feet with a disgruntled look as her head lifted up, look out toward the burning town.
Best get this done quick she thought, continuing her advance toward the levers after hesitantly looking back at the trail of corpses.
The Eldest broke silence "You're disgusting. We were summoned to protect and create a safe haven for those in the Dunes. Instead, you decided to take half of our people and going on some sort of rampage. For what? To kill?"
"For power, and to entertain someone else." Malgore opened his eyes, a cloth being used to dry his hands. He then place it at his side, never breaking eye contact with The Eldest. Continuing, Malgore spoke calmly "When our maker had summoned us- I'm sure you remember the many talks -he said omnilium is gathered by entertaining the god, omnilium also gives them power, makes primes stronger. The god seems to be most entertained by violence from what I've gathered, which is why primes are always sent on exceptionally dangerous tasks, well, also because they're immortal. This is why I didn't kill that creature who attempted to defend your primitive people. Tonight and maybe even tomorrow, she'll become a powerful adversary, one that will be exhausted from all this fighting."
"You're putting yourself, your people as well, in a fight just to make a single prime stronger?" The Eldest looked at him, baffled by the words uttered from his mouth.
"Exactly, and in doing so I will then break that prime, proving that even the powerful and stubborn can be conquered, rather violently. Afterwards I'll be able to influence and inspire those around me, having a live, wounded prime as an example of my power."
"Will that even matter after the fires die out? Your raiders are already having trouble dealing with my people."
"Oh it will. Because once the fires die I'll have a prime in my grasp, able to hurt them all I want, posing an example to any riot or rebel in my midst."
"You're rather confident in your abilities to torture people."
"I've had experience, especially with the servants of the Empire. Though stormtroopers don't make for much fun." he gritted his teeth at The Eldest, before relaxing "Anyway, this is where you come in. I'm offering a dilemma; you tell the prime to stay and fight for your own escape, which in turn will be keeping her exhausted enough that I'll eventually capture her, thus causing all that has been said. Or, you could tell her to flee, making your death inevitable and allowing me to regain control with little opposition, and I'll be left to found a new village away from this mess. There is also the third option but beheading you like I did to your, 'Warrior Chief' was it? Wouldn't be so profitable."
Malgore's face went to a smirk. "Your choice, I'm sure the prime wont even listen to you anyway, seeing herself as a hero I'm sure. So take this chance to escape from a violent death." the guard then approached Malgore, adorning him in the metal vest.
"Why give me this option? If you're so confident in capturing her, in that she'll stay here, how do I factor into this?" The Eldest asked
"Because I want you to know one thing." the guard slowly placed a barbute helmet on Malgore, once it was fully on, Malgore got to his feet, walking past The Eldest without a care "no matter what happens, you'll lose." he then exited through the door, the guard grabbing The Eldest by her arm and bringing her along.
Her enemies would gather around at ground level, a few with melee weapons would proceed to climb up after the prime, all the while bullets smashed into the wall causing dust to flake off by mere impact. Kalli would take hold of a sandbag once she was at the edge, pulling herself up onto her side as bullets flew around her. Once she was successfully placed on the sandbag, she'd roll off it, landing onto the wall's stone floor with a grunt, laying on her stomach. In a instant of seeing a bandit she steadied the aim of her rifle, the bandit further along the defenses quickly drawing out a pistol; his chest was punctured numerous times, red puffs of smoke followed by crimson blood gushing from his wounds. Once he had fallen to the floor there was already a decent puddle, causing a small splash around him. Kalli scrambled to her feet in a crouched position, moving forth to find the levers needed to open the gate.
It didn't take long before more bandits would be rushing toward her, having heard the gunfire or continuing their chase. Kalli would do the same as had been done with the initial bandit; bullets ruptured skin and muscle, blood poured out and bandits left dying. This type of encounter would happen four more times as the search for the levers continued, bandits climbing upwards via their ladders, flanking or directly assaulting the prime. Each time it happened the prime would halt in her movement, steadying her aim and pulling the trigger as many times as she could. Wherever the rifle pointed there were corpses to be found, the bandits collapsing instantly or the wounded pushed aside by their fellow cannibals, charging forth with fanatic devotion to defending the wall. Each encounter was short, barely a minute with little time or skill needed to aim in such a condensed zone of fire. They typically came from either one end of the wall or the other, front or back in Kalli's case. Some were much more daring however, crawling off the edge and using the roof and sandbags as a way to avoid the gunfire, hanging off them as the bandits had hanged from their vehicles.
After some time of gunshots and screaming, the final bandit fell to the floor, head with chunks of flesh torn out from the inside as the bullet had made a perfect hole through the center. The prime relaxed, breathing slowed while no more noise came from the wall. She looked out toward the town, reminding her eerily of the tribe out in the desert. Flames and undoing of years of work. It was the same as yesterday, but at least this time she could feel the cool air of the night desert (and the direction of freedom) on her back.
But this relaxation was a vulnerability. A human swung in from the rooftop, boots kicking into her face before landing onto the wall with ease. Kalli's back was against the sandbags that faced the exit of the cave, too late in covering her face. With a yell, the reckless bandit leaped toward the prime and attempted to stab her directly in the chest, but her talons met his hands, pushing back against the rusty blade and the cannibal's pale skin. After struggling for some time Kalli's feet clawed into the cannibal's uncovered stomach, causing him to back away in pain. While he remain hunched over gripping his stomach, Kalli drew her own knife slowly enough that the bandit noticed and tried to retaliate. But she swiftly punched his face as soon as the first move was made, knocking him to the ground and the prime following him by landing on one knee, stabbing him in the back of the head twice.
By the end of the second stab Kalli slowed herself, merely keeping the blade there and staring downward. All this action and violence making her seem like she came out of a horror film, crimson red covering her hands, arms, front of her face and torso. Disgust raised in her throat, a need to vomit from all the adrenaline and lack of refreshment, like as if she had suddenly became sick. But the prime forced the feeling back down with a swallow, violently ripping the knife out again and rubbing the blood off of the knife onto her vest. She then sheathed it, getting onto her feet with a disgruntled look as her head lifted up, look out toward the burning town.
Best get this done quick she thought, continuing her advance toward the levers after hesitantly looking back at the trail of corpses.
***
A relaxing scent of warm tea made it feel tranquil, away from chaos; the candles carefully placed in the center between the two persons while they sat on pillows which were placed on top of a fine rug. The place couldn't avoid having some dust and sand about it, but effort had been put in to keep the room clean and it showed. Even the Eldest, the prisoner in this room, had been forcefully washed and given new clothes before entering Malgore's chamber. Some feet from her back was the door, with a single guard standing there, staring with the utmost silence and discipline. Malgore meanwhile was washing his face in front of her, beyond the gathering of candles, a finely crafted bowl was in front of Malgore, holding the liquid that was ever-so-rare in the Endless Dunes.
The Eldest broke silence "You're disgusting. We were summoned to protect and create a safe haven for those in the Dunes. Instead, you decided to take half of our people and going on some sort of rampage. For what? To kill?"
"For power, and to entertain someone else." Malgore opened his eyes, a cloth being used to dry his hands. He then place it at his side, never breaking eye contact with The Eldest. Continuing, Malgore spoke calmly "When our maker had summoned us- I'm sure you remember the many talks -he said omnilium is gathered by entertaining the god, omnilium also gives them power, makes primes stronger. The god seems to be most entertained by violence from what I've gathered, which is why primes are always sent on exceptionally dangerous tasks, well, also because they're immortal. This is why I didn't kill that creature who attempted to defend your primitive people. Tonight and maybe even tomorrow, she'll become a powerful adversary, one that will be exhausted from all this fighting."
"You're putting yourself, your people as well, in a fight just to make a single prime stronger?" The Eldest looked at him, baffled by the words uttered from his mouth.
"Exactly, and in doing so I will then break that prime, proving that even the powerful and stubborn can be conquered, rather violently. Afterwards I'll be able to influence and inspire those around me, having a live, wounded prime as an example of my power."
"Will that even matter after the fires die out? Your raiders are already having trouble dealing with my people."
"Oh it will. Because once the fires die I'll have a prime in my grasp, able to hurt them all I want, posing an example to any riot or rebel in my midst."
"You're rather confident in your abilities to torture people."
"I've had experience, especially with the servants of the Empire. Though stormtroopers don't make for much fun." he gritted his teeth at The Eldest, before relaxing "Anyway, this is where you come in. I'm offering a dilemma; you tell the prime to stay and fight for your own escape, which in turn will be keeping her exhausted enough that I'll eventually capture her, thus causing all that has been said. Or, you could tell her to flee, making your death inevitable and allowing me to regain control with little opposition, and I'll be left to found a new village away from this mess. There is also the third option but beheading you like I did to your, 'Warrior Chief' was it? Wouldn't be so profitable."
Malgore's face went to a smirk. "Your choice, I'm sure the prime wont even listen to you anyway, seeing herself as a hero I'm sure. So take this chance to escape from a violent death." the guard then approached Malgore, adorning him in the metal vest.
"Why give me this option? If you're so confident in capturing her, in that she'll stay here, how do I factor into this?" The Eldest asked
"Because I want you to know one thing." the guard slowly placed a barbute helmet on Malgore, once it was fully on, Malgore got to his feet, walking past The Eldest without a care "no matter what happens, you'll lose." he then exited through the door, the guard grabbing The Eldest by her arm and bringing her along.