Gambit
Not a Wizard
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In the lit room where talks of war and strategy were being discussed, chattering took to the air. The smell of old stone and new technology had drifted in and out of the building now like nothing before. There were several people gathered around a table just big enough to fit them and be able for all to hear each other without great difficulty. Not all here human shaped, aliens were amongst them. If someone looked at a distance as the high ranking individuals, they would shatter at the sheer power that glowed from them.
At the head of the table sat the long time immortal, Chronos, his trimmed hair kept out of his eyes and stopping before his collar. His fine clothes of grey and white, swooshed as it ran along the table reaching and took the latest plans. His usual flares for clothes were toned down for this meeting. This meeting was one that would not he thought would happen three months in after the start in the Universal War. Unlike other wars, this was one of the biggest wars that were started at the hub at what was supposed to prevent such things to begin with. He was one of the few that survived that encounter, the other being Lady Evangeline Abbaranne, Ruler of Darmonia.
“So this is the latest causality list? 101,341. The Red Hand, struck down by the Darmonians? I thought our siege on their land was more crippling. Was I misinformed about our spies?” he questioned as he repositioned himself. The immortal was youthful but his eyes were wise with years of living beyond those around him, except his friend General James Fillin. “How many more lies have reached me? Does our enemy know as much as we know? What are their numbers? Is our spy still alive at the Darmonian capital?” he asked as he threw the papers to James. “Remember when we had quality? What happened to those days?” turning back to the others.
Letting out a sigh “General Smith, Admiral Veer; you two will work together and strike back at the heart of Darmonia. I want some armies crushed. Some fleets crippled, hell capture something for all I fucking care.” Waving the two away. Looking at the other seven “Now the rest of you, we need a strategy that will work. Hor is weak, but their planet is pretty low on resources. I know of two young twins, oh what their names… Oh yes the Alvar twins, Wes and Rayner. Their mother and father worked with us for a long time and it shows that their abilities have been passed on. I want those two to show you how this war is fought!” Chronos said as he pressed a button on the table.
Light broke through and appeared in the form of two young men, one bald and tall, and the other with closely shaven with his hair kept high. “Wes, Rayner. Go to the Hor system, slam them with an all-out barrage” he commanded as the two saluted and disappeared. Turning back to the Generals and Admirals “So this is what has come too? Me having to send two kids into the field of battle while you sit from high and get fat? You make me sick. To ensure the spy doesn’t die, I will dispatch my personal protégé to Darmonia, and if need be killer her himself.” He commented as he pushed the chair back “James, finish the commands” he said with a smile and left.
The smell of the old building filled the air as the door opened and closed, stepping into the hallway Chronos lifted his sleeve to reveal his SCD or small communications device. Pressing a few buttons on it “Come to me” he ordered as he walked. A portal opened up next to him as he walked and out stepped a being that was covered head to foot in clothing. A small heads up display over his eyes that lit up and dimmed as it came through the portal. He was tall as Chronos and just as built. “Yes, master?”
“Go to Darmonia, support our spy. I will send you information as things progress, find the spy and ensure he is not caught” he said as he came to his office. Turning the being that was gone in a flash, Chronos smiled. It turned out that the Darmonians, even with their civil war, are still a force to be reckoned with. They will not be allowed to win this time, not again.
Rayner commanded his ship with an iron fist, though he did it together with his twin, Rayner was the one who wanted the action and glory. “Wes, can you believe it? Chronos himself spoke to us! And did you see General Fillin?” he said with mild childlike enthusiasm. Gaining his bearing again quickly he walked away from the comm port and into the hallway. Waiting for his brother, Rayner thought that this was their big chance, no more simulations, no more games, this was war. Rayner smiled how exciting it was for the young R’Cadian. He didn’t get excited often, but this was one of few times he would let his excitement show. Chronos the leader of R’Cadia and an immortal to boot, had recognized him and his twins skill, no longer were they bogged down by leadership that would ignore them or take credit for work.
The hallway was large enough to hold three people going in either direction. The lighting was bright as to avoid tripping on sealing doors that were hidden in the walls, as a warship the threat of an attack meant protecting the majority. The metal wasn’t painted but was polished with a protective coating as to avoid dents, which smelled like a chrome polish. Few people walked through the hallways as most were busy with maintaining the ship but when there were people in the hallways, their steps echoed. Unlike other starships that ensured that the climate was temperate, this ship kept his heating low to ensure a lower chance of being spotted, something Wes and Rayner thought might work, which had done so far.
Walking with his brother “So, do you think our sister is proud of us? Or do you think she is just too busy with her little science book that she doesn’t even care. Man, why did she have to go into that field? I mean, I know R’Cadia needs as many scientist as they need, but we’re warriors, not bookworms.” He complained slightly “I just wish she could be here with us. What do you think brother?”
In the lit room where talks of war and strategy were being discussed, chattering took to the air. The smell of old stone and new technology had drifted in and out of the building now like nothing before. There were several people gathered around a table just big enough to fit them and be able for all to hear each other without great difficulty. Not all here human shaped, aliens were amongst them. If someone looked at a distance as the high ranking individuals, they would shatter at the sheer power that glowed from them.
At the head of the table sat the long time immortal, Chronos, his trimmed hair kept out of his eyes and stopping before his collar. His fine clothes of grey and white, swooshed as it ran along the table reaching and took the latest plans. His usual flares for clothes were toned down for this meeting. This meeting was one that would not he thought would happen three months in after the start in the Universal War. Unlike other wars, this was one of the biggest wars that were started at the hub at what was supposed to prevent such things to begin with. He was one of the few that survived that encounter, the other being Lady Evangeline Abbaranne, Ruler of Darmonia.
“So this is the latest causality list? 101,341. The Red Hand, struck down by the Darmonians? I thought our siege on their land was more crippling. Was I misinformed about our spies?” he questioned as he repositioned himself. The immortal was youthful but his eyes were wise with years of living beyond those around him, except his friend General James Fillin. “How many more lies have reached me? Does our enemy know as much as we know? What are their numbers? Is our spy still alive at the Darmonian capital?” he asked as he threw the papers to James. “Remember when we had quality? What happened to those days?” turning back to the others.
Letting out a sigh “General Smith, Admiral Veer; you two will work together and strike back at the heart of Darmonia. I want some armies crushed. Some fleets crippled, hell capture something for all I fucking care.” Waving the two away. Looking at the other seven “Now the rest of you, we need a strategy that will work. Hor is weak, but their planet is pretty low on resources. I know of two young twins, oh what their names… Oh yes the Alvar twins, Wes and Rayner. Their mother and father worked with us for a long time and it shows that their abilities have been passed on. I want those two to show you how this war is fought!” Chronos said as he pressed a button on the table.
Light broke through and appeared in the form of two young men, one bald and tall, and the other with closely shaven with his hair kept high. “Wes, Rayner. Go to the Hor system, slam them with an all-out barrage” he commanded as the two saluted and disappeared. Turning back to the Generals and Admirals “So this is what has come too? Me having to send two kids into the field of battle while you sit from high and get fat? You make me sick. To ensure the spy doesn’t die, I will dispatch my personal protégé to Darmonia, and if need be killer her himself.” He commented as he pushed the chair back “James, finish the commands” he said with a smile and left.
The smell of the old building filled the air as the door opened and closed, stepping into the hallway Chronos lifted his sleeve to reveal his SCD or small communications device. Pressing a few buttons on it “Come to me” he ordered as he walked. A portal opened up next to him as he walked and out stepped a being that was covered head to foot in clothing. A small heads up display over his eyes that lit up and dimmed as it came through the portal. He was tall as Chronos and just as built. “Yes, master?”
“Go to Darmonia, support our spy. I will send you information as things progress, find the spy and ensure he is not caught” he said as he came to his office. Turning the being that was gone in a flash, Chronos smiled. It turned out that the Darmonians, even with their civil war, are still a force to be reckoned with. They will not be allowed to win this time, not again.
Rayner commanded his ship with an iron fist, though he did it together with his twin, Rayner was the one who wanted the action and glory. “Wes, can you believe it? Chronos himself spoke to us! And did you see General Fillin?” he said with mild childlike enthusiasm. Gaining his bearing again quickly he walked away from the comm port and into the hallway. Waiting for his brother, Rayner thought that this was their big chance, no more simulations, no more games, this was war. Rayner smiled how exciting it was for the young R’Cadian. He didn’t get excited often, but this was one of few times he would let his excitement show. Chronos the leader of R’Cadia and an immortal to boot, had recognized him and his twins skill, no longer were they bogged down by leadership that would ignore them or take credit for work.
The hallway was large enough to hold three people going in either direction. The lighting was bright as to avoid tripping on sealing doors that were hidden in the walls, as a warship the threat of an attack meant protecting the majority. The metal wasn’t painted but was polished with a protective coating as to avoid dents, which smelled like a chrome polish. Few people walked through the hallways as most were busy with maintaining the ship but when there were people in the hallways, their steps echoed. Unlike other starships that ensured that the climate was temperate, this ship kept his heating low to ensure a lower chance of being spotted, something Wes and Rayner thought might work, which had done so far.
Walking with his brother “So, do you think our sister is proud of us? Or do you think she is just too busy with her little science book that she doesn’t even care. Man, why did she have to go into that field? I mean, I know R’Cadia needs as many scientist as they need, but we’re warriors, not bookworms.” He complained slightly “I just wish she could be here with us. What do you think brother?”
