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Blood and Sword
0 ReviewsKexis III. A planet engulfed in war all due to one fatal mistake. A major flaw in a plan to assassinate a corrupt governor leads the forces of the Kexan Republic to kill the Heiress to the throne...
The purple haze of city-lights radiated all around the landing platform. It was impossible to see the base of the buildings. The whole planet was a sprawling metropolis, and over time, buildings just got larger and larger.
John found himself surprised, and slightly frightened at the amount of Kexan security posted around the docking facility. He knew that the incoming package was supposedly important...but wow, this thing must've really been like a dragon's treasure collection. John sighed, kicking a bit of rubble off of the edge, watching it fall into the black abyss. It endlessly fell without making so much as a single clank.
The incoming transport wasn't a Cargo Carrier, but rather a very expensive, high-class, Qeltan luxury cruiser, and when John laid his eyes on it, he knew. These next few days were going to be longer than any normal guard job would make them out to be. No sooner did the ramp hit the ground, John saw three, immediately recognizable figures taking long strides down it. First came the Qeltan Military Commander, second was a Qeltan governor, Miss Shavik, the Queen's political advisor. Last was the Qeltan Heiress herself, Princess Vyra.
John straightened himself up as fast as he could, letting his rifle slump over his shoulder, dangling by the strap. He watched as the Kexan Warmaster seemingly appeared out of nowhere, delivered a crisp salute to the Commander, and began speaking to Shavik. John couldn't hear them, but he kept his eyes on the four of them until they were inside of the docking facility.
As soon as they were out of sight, he relaxed and raised a brow. His gaze at the facility door was cut off by Nixon's bright blue pair of eyes staring right back into his. "Crazy stuff eh?"
"Guess so."
"Who woulda thought the Qeltan Princess would be sent to the Kexis system for protection?!"
"I don't know. Who cares? She's hear now, so we've just got to be extra alert." John was tired, and it was coming out of his voice. He yawned.
"Be extra ale- man c'mon! There ain't none of that extra-alert-crap comin' out cho mouth today. You say that every time we get an important delivery, but you're talking about the Qeltan Princess here man."
"Yeah, so?"
"Listen, if she's here, then that means that the Kexas Republic is the most trusted ally of Qeltan...and that also means that if we screw this up, it'll be our asses...on a plate."
"Got it. Dead girly means no bathroom breaks." John was becoming annoyed by the constant flow of words pouring out of Nixon's mouth.
"Oh man, you ain't never happy 'bout nothin' anymore are ya?" Nixon waited, and shrugged once he felt that enough time had passed to end the conversation. He walked back to his guard post.
As for John, it was time for his duty to end. It'd been five cycles, and that meant a nice, cozy cot was waiting at the barracks for him. Best time of the day. As John headed towards the transit system, he put up a mental block to keep any thoughts of anything Qeltan out. It was time for sleep, not thinking.
John found himself surprised, and slightly frightened at the amount of Kexan security posted around the docking facility. He knew that the incoming package was supposedly important...but wow, this thing must've really been like a dragon's treasure collection. John sighed, kicking a bit of rubble off of the edge, watching it fall into the black abyss. It endlessly fell without making so much as a single clank.
The incoming transport wasn't a Cargo Carrier, but rather a very expensive, high-class, Qeltan luxury cruiser, and when John laid his eyes on it, he knew. These next few days were going to be longer than any normal guard job would make them out to be. No sooner did the ramp hit the ground, John saw three, immediately recognizable figures taking long strides down it. First came the Qeltan Military Commander, second was a Qeltan governor, Miss Shavik, the Queen's political advisor. Last was the Qeltan Heiress herself, Princess Vyra.
John straightened himself up as fast as he could, letting his rifle slump over his shoulder, dangling by the strap. He watched as the Kexan Warmaster seemingly appeared out of nowhere, delivered a crisp salute to the Commander, and began speaking to Shavik. John couldn't hear them, but he kept his eyes on the four of them until they were inside of the docking facility.
As soon as they were out of sight, he relaxed and raised a brow. His gaze at the facility door was cut off by Nixon's bright blue pair of eyes staring right back into his. "Crazy stuff eh?"
"Guess so."
"Who woulda thought the Qeltan Princess would be sent to the Kexis system for protection?!"
"I don't know. Who cares? She's hear now, so we've just got to be extra alert." John was tired, and it was coming out of his voice. He yawned.
"Be extra ale- man c'mon! There ain't none of that extra-alert-crap comin' out cho mouth today. You say that every time we get an important delivery, but you're talking about the Qeltan Princess here man."
"Yeah, so?"
"Listen, if she's here, then that means that the Kexas Republic is the most trusted ally of Qeltan...and that also means that if we screw this up, it'll be our asses...on a plate."
"Got it. Dead girly means no bathroom breaks." John was becoming annoyed by the constant flow of words pouring out of Nixon's mouth.
"Oh man, you ain't never happy 'bout nothin' anymore are ya?" Nixon waited, and shrugged once he felt that enough time had passed to end the conversation. He walked back to his guard post.
As for John, it was time for his duty to end. It'd been five cycles, and that meant a nice, cozy cot was waiting at the barracks for him. Best time of the day. As John headed towards the transit system, he put up a mental block to keep any thoughts of anything Qeltan out. It was time for sleep, not thinking.
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