10-31-2016, 06:29 PM
“Elliot Hunt!”
Elliot looked to the side at the sound of a feminine voice calling his name. His confusion turned to a wide grin as he saw his old friend from the academy, Laci, approaching him alongside his other friends Knox, Cade, and Grace. Just like him, they were armored up in mostly full Stormtrooper gear; all five of them were holding their helmets in their hands at the moment, seeing no reason to wear them while they stood around the EPD station awaiting instructions.
“Hey, no way!” Elliot responded with a grin as they stopped by him. “How the hell have you all been? I haven’t seen any of you since training.”
“Making it, somehow,” Knox shrugged as he and Cade exchanged brief handshakes with the man, while the girls took turns giving him a quick hug.
“I can’t believe they’re bringing all of us for this. Do you each have a Prime you’re assigned to?” Hunt asked as he looked between them. “That’s going to be chaos.”
“What? Hell no,” Cade laughed. “They’ve got all us grouped with one.”
“It’s just you and a Prime, Elliot?” Grace asked, not sounding very envious. “How are they?”
“She’s alright,” Hunt shrugged. “A little spacey, and I kind of have to look out for myself, but she means well. I think. Why, how’s yours?”
“Man, it’s like a shit tsunami in the Pale Moors,” Knox drearily answered, while shaking his head. “Doesn’t make a bit of sense, but it still fucking sucks.”
Hunt looked a bit shocked, while the other three laughed, yet nodded in agreement. “That bad, huh? Maybe blue can reel him in a bit, then. Or not. I don’t know, like I said, she’s a wild card in her own right.”
Before much more could be said, Lord Zedd abruptly brushed through the loitering crowd of Stormtroopers. He said nothing, but could have sworn he’d heard one whisper “that’s him.” Whatever they were talking about was so far beneath him he didn’t need to pay it any mind.
Instead, the dark lord pushed open the door to the main briefing room, where he saw Sergeant Sull, Captain Desh, and a strange, blue being all standing around. They all directed their attention to him upon his arrival, though without the awestruck terror he had come to expect over the past several millennia.
“What is so urgent?” Lord Zedd demanded, skipping past any pleasantries, as usual.
“Zedd, this is Graowr,” Captain Desh introduced the two primes, having just met the blue one, himself. “Graowr, Zedd.”
“Nice to meet ya!” Graowr chipperly said as she turned to face the skinless being that was her partner for this mission. She held her hand out to offer a handshake.
Zedd, however, didn’t even acknowledge her. “I asked you a question, Desh.”
“We have another mission,” Captain Desh explained, rolling his eyes at Zedd’s behavior. “This one will require teamwork, and as two primes, you’ll be essential.”
“Great! We’re in!” Graowr immediately interjected.
Zedd let a growl escape his facemask as he finally turned his head towards the Majin. “Why do you speak for me, blue abomination? You are nothing but a crude and lazy sculpture.”
“You think I look weird? Wait until we’re fighting together!” Graowr giggled, failing to see Zedd’s contempt.
“We will do no such thing,” Zedd responded, then looked to Desh. “I’m leaving.”
“Wait, Zedd,” the stormtrooper captain quickly said, before Zedd could take the first step towards the door. “It’s important.”
Zedd hesitated in thought, but then decided to at least hear him out. “It had better be.”
“Alright,” Desh nodded to the sergeant, who nodded back.
“Right,” Sull began, looking to the primes who were expressing opposite levels of interest. “We’ve been getting reports of strange xenos around Tier 6, with some moderately credible intel that they’re coming from down on Tier 7.”
Sull paused and watched as Graowr actually raised her hand, and waited to be called on. He was a bit shocked, but slowly pointed at her, as if they were in class.
Graowr lowered her hand and looked around a bit apologetically. “I feel like I should know what that word means, for some reason, but…”
“I’m leaving,” Zedd repeated, this time abruptly turning.
“Zedd!” Desh shouted to get his attention back. “Just…” He paused, trying to think what would maintain the clearly evil prime’s interest in this. He came up short. “…okay?”
Zedd growled as he slowly faced the sergeant again.
“It means alien. Foreign,” Desh explained briefly to Graowr. “Definitely not from here.”
“Right, so these xenos are strange, blue monsters that have been attacking the lower tiers,” Sull continued, not noticing Zedd’s head slowly turning towards the blue occupant of the room. “They’ve been giving the Community Center on Tier 6 a hard time, but we haven’t actually killed one yet so we don’t know much about them.”
Graowr’s hand once again popped up. Sull started to point at her again, but Desh was quick to interject, this time.
“It’s not Graowr,” the captain said, causing Zedd to finally look away from her.
“So Shark wasn’t at the Community Center?” Graowr asked. “Because I was pretty lost and this might be a big misunderstanding.”
“He wasn’t and it’s not,” the captain said, clearly at the end of his patience.
Graowr shrugged and looked to Zedd, who simply stood totally still. She then looked back to Sull.
“Anyway, that’s the extent of what we know. Private Hibernius, at the Community Center, knows a little bit more,” Sull continued. “He’s stationed there and has dealt with them first hand. Your job is to go speak with him. Find out what is really happening and what’s just rumors, and get rid of them before they bring their brand of trouble to the upper levels. Any questions?”
“This is so important that you have a lowly private running the operation?” Zedd snarled in contempt.
“And we’re done,” Desh once more spoke up before Sull could let himself get dragged into a fruitless discussion. “Good luck to you and your troops. Dismissed.”
“Unbelievable,” Zedd grumbled as he sulked out of the room, and Graowr practically skipped after him.
Captain Desh and Sergeant Sull sat in quiet contemplation for a minute, both processing what had just happened.
“Are you sure that was the best idea?” Sull finally asked, unable to come up with a reason to pair the two newest Imperials together.
“It’ll work out,” Desh spoke, with little confidence. “Probably.”
There was a beat of silence. Sull’s lack of a response spoke volumes.
Desh shrugged, and continued to try and convince himself. “It’s just the lower tiers."
Elliot looked to the side at the sound of a feminine voice calling his name. His confusion turned to a wide grin as he saw his old friend from the academy, Laci, approaching him alongside his other friends Knox, Cade, and Grace. Just like him, they were armored up in mostly full Stormtrooper gear; all five of them were holding their helmets in their hands at the moment, seeing no reason to wear them while they stood around the EPD station awaiting instructions.
“Hey, no way!” Elliot responded with a grin as they stopped by him. “How the hell have you all been? I haven’t seen any of you since training.”
“Making it, somehow,” Knox shrugged as he and Cade exchanged brief handshakes with the man, while the girls took turns giving him a quick hug.
“I can’t believe they’re bringing all of us for this. Do you each have a Prime you’re assigned to?” Hunt asked as he looked between them. “That’s going to be chaos.”
“What? Hell no,” Cade laughed. “They’ve got all us grouped with one.”
“It’s just you and a Prime, Elliot?” Grace asked, not sounding very envious. “How are they?”
“She’s alright,” Hunt shrugged. “A little spacey, and I kind of have to look out for myself, but she means well. I think. Why, how’s yours?”
“Man, it’s like a shit tsunami in the Pale Moors,” Knox drearily answered, while shaking his head. “Doesn’t make a bit of sense, but it still fucking sucks.”
Hunt looked a bit shocked, while the other three laughed, yet nodded in agreement. “That bad, huh? Maybe blue can reel him in a bit, then. Or not. I don’t know, like I said, she’s a wild card in her own right.”
Before much more could be said, Lord Zedd abruptly brushed through the loitering crowd of Stormtroopers. He said nothing, but could have sworn he’d heard one whisper “that’s him.” Whatever they were talking about was so far beneath him he didn’t need to pay it any mind.
Instead, the dark lord pushed open the door to the main briefing room, where he saw Sergeant Sull, Captain Desh, and a strange, blue being all standing around. They all directed their attention to him upon his arrival, though without the awestruck terror he had come to expect over the past several millennia.
“What is so urgent?” Lord Zedd demanded, skipping past any pleasantries, as usual.
“Zedd, this is Graowr,” Captain Desh introduced the two primes, having just met the blue one, himself. “Graowr, Zedd.”
“Nice to meet ya!” Graowr chipperly said as she turned to face the skinless being that was her partner for this mission. She held her hand out to offer a handshake.
Zedd, however, didn’t even acknowledge her. “I asked you a question, Desh.”
“We have another mission,” Captain Desh explained, rolling his eyes at Zedd’s behavior. “This one will require teamwork, and as two primes, you’ll be essential.”
“Great! We’re in!” Graowr immediately interjected.
Zedd let a growl escape his facemask as he finally turned his head towards the Majin. “Why do you speak for me, blue abomination? You are nothing but a crude and lazy sculpture.”
“You think I look weird? Wait until we’re fighting together!” Graowr giggled, failing to see Zedd’s contempt.
“We will do no such thing,” Zedd responded, then looked to Desh. “I’m leaving.”
“Wait, Zedd,” the stormtrooper captain quickly said, before Zedd could take the first step towards the door. “It’s important.”
Zedd hesitated in thought, but then decided to at least hear him out. “It had better be.”
“Alright,” Desh nodded to the sergeant, who nodded back.
“Right,” Sull began, looking to the primes who were expressing opposite levels of interest. “We’ve been getting reports of strange xenos around Tier 6, with some moderately credible intel that they’re coming from down on Tier 7.”
Sull paused and watched as Graowr actually raised her hand, and waited to be called on. He was a bit shocked, but slowly pointed at her, as if they were in class.
Graowr lowered her hand and looked around a bit apologetically. “I feel like I should know what that word means, for some reason, but…”
“I’m leaving,” Zedd repeated, this time abruptly turning.
“Zedd!” Desh shouted to get his attention back. “Just…” He paused, trying to think what would maintain the clearly evil prime’s interest in this. He came up short. “…okay?”
Zedd growled as he slowly faced the sergeant again.
“It means alien. Foreign,” Desh explained briefly to Graowr. “Definitely not from here.”
“Right, so these xenos are strange, blue monsters that have been attacking the lower tiers,” Sull continued, not noticing Zedd’s head slowly turning towards the blue occupant of the room. “They’ve been giving the Community Center on Tier 6 a hard time, but we haven’t actually killed one yet so we don’t know much about them.”
Graowr’s hand once again popped up. Sull started to point at her again, but Desh was quick to interject, this time.
“It’s not Graowr,” the captain said, causing Zedd to finally look away from her.
“So Shark wasn’t at the Community Center?” Graowr asked. “Because I was pretty lost and this might be a big misunderstanding.”
“He wasn’t and it’s not,” the captain said, clearly at the end of his patience.
Graowr shrugged and looked to Zedd, who simply stood totally still. She then looked back to Sull.
“Anyway, that’s the extent of what we know. Private Hibernius, at the Community Center, knows a little bit more,” Sull continued. “He’s stationed there and has dealt with them first hand. Your job is to go speak with him. Find out what is really happening and what’s just rumors, and get rid of them before they bring their brand of trouble to the upper levels. Any questions?”
“This is so important that you have a lowly private running the operation?” Zedd snarled in contempt.
“And we’re done,” Desh once more spoke up before Sull could let himself get dragged into a fruitless discussion. “Good luck to you and your troops. Dismissed.”
“Unbelievable,” Zedd grumbled as he sulked out of the room, and Graowr practically skipped after him.
Captain Desh and Sergeant Sull sat in quiet contemplation for a minute, both processing what had just happened.
“Are you sure that was the best idea?” Sull finally asked, unable to come up with a reason to pair the two newest Imperials together.
“It’ll work out,” Desh spoke, with little confidence. “Probably.”
There was a beat of silence. Sull’s lack of a response spoke volumes.
Desh shrugged, and continued to try and convince himself. “It’s just the lower tiers."
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