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Thursday, September 22, 2016

Commando Part 21

Entering the lodge the commando and his eleven companions found themselves in a large common room. The main entrance to this lodge was set on the far right side of where most doors would be. Constructed out of planks from swamp trees the door sat just thirteen feet away from the corner of the building. One the right side of the common room sat the bar area where a barkeep and two bartenders served six patrons. Each patron sat in tall stools drinking the local ales of this region. Some wore overalls made from reptilian hides over tank tops, torn dirty shirts, sleeveless hide skin shirts, and leaf-grass made Kurtas. Others near the bar wore fishing vests, utility vests, plaid shirts with rolled up sleeves or torn off, trousers, cargo pants and sarongs.
      The commando looked around the common area seeing other patrons, maids, bar wenches, and servants. Aside from the six patrons at the bar, those close by and their two other friends were fifteen other patrons. Four of these patrons were pirates sitting in the far left corner at a booth. What gave away these pirates was their choice of weapons. It was particularly those cutlasses pirates often wear dangling from belts. Even though this time was more modern time period there were still those who fought with melee weapons. At this pirate’s booth sat a female pirate, a canine humanoid with the appearance of a badger, an Orc and a skinny dark elf. Each one of them wore a different outfit that differentiated them from the rest.
      The female pirate wore a corset shirt, pant boots that allowed the wearer to take off the boots. Over the corset and pants she donned a long, wide purple sash wrapped and tied around her waist. She also wore a swashbuckler hat over brown hair. In one hand she held a prince pipe and wore a gauntlet over the tattooed arm. Next to her sat the Canine pirate who wore a long sleeveless tan overcoat over a cuirass like shirt made from belts, plates of metals, and thick leather sown to a white shirt of wool. This canine did wear trousers torn at the ankles with a purple sash tied over the belt holding up the trousers. Beside the Canine humanoid sat the orc who had grayish skin tone. This orc pirate wore a sleeveless sweatshirt over loose baggy pants. He appeared more modern than the rest save for his purple bandana and large brown boots. His brown boots looked like they had seen better days. As for the drow he wore the more traditional drow garments of a long black tunic vest over a white long sleeved shirt with stripes, red pants, knee high boots, and a purple bandana enveloping a cap with the tail wrapped around his single braid pony tail.
      Maurice’s gaze turned from the pirates to the rest of the patrons. These patrons sat at tables, round and square, big and small. Apparently this lodge had an assortment of tables, chairs, stools, a few sofas, one couch, corner chairs, and a few game tables. In the left side of the lodge was the fireplace/furnace that kept the lodge warm other than the kitchen.
      At the fireplace sat a female monk of martial arts wearing the temple-school uniform dyed turquoise with green trim. She sat crossed legged in a corner chair in the midst of meditation across from a goblin scientist. On a nicer chair the goblin wore an unbuttoned lab coat over a nice suit without the jacket. This well dressed goblin had a monocle and goggles dangling from his neck. He sat comfortably while working on a strange automaton with four legs. Next to the goblin was a half drunk looking adventurer in a fine leather under a loosened Inconel chest cuirass. His seat was the couch which he lounged on with his hands behind dark auburn head and his feet hung over the other arm of the couch. Maurice could not see what pants the adventurer wore nor did he really care. The other patrons are a swamp ranger in rough looking gray buttoned collarless shirt, tan oil pants, two bandoliers, brown belt, and a pair of dirty boots. This ranger had the Borvadosian appearance that had a scar of banishment over the small holes where piercings used to be.
      At separate tables in the middle of the lodge were four hunters, a pair of trackers/trappers and a Ranger-Poacher sitting alone. There wasn’t much difference in the other clothing that really made these patrons stand out. Each of the hunters and tracker/trappers wore brow, black, camouflage, and dirty green hunting jumpsuits. However the Ranger-Poacher had a tanned hide shirt with a collar, and buttons under a ragged red vest decorated with teeth, claws, bone ribs, hooks, and snake fangs. For pants he wore a Sarong that was dirty over boots made from reptile skins. All of them had distinct features to their faces and hair from beards, scars on one side, half shaven heads, tattoos, dreads, disheveled, messy hair and a missing eye. None of these patrons paid the large party any heed or attention. Most of them were either tired, drunk, oblivious, preoccupied, or simply gave no damns about them.
      The walls of this fine establishment were decorated with animal hides, head trophies, large jaws of predators, skeletons of snakes, tapestries, horns from game, harpoons, long hooks, portraits, broken pikes, and guns. Such trophies and hides included those of deer, crocodiles, boars, mounted snapping turtle shells, skinned bear hides, crocodile hides, and the hides of swamp cat. After looking around Maurice turned to Maphai. She informed him that their rooms had already been prepaid. Accepting this prepayment the command nodded letting his companions off the hook.
      Five of his companions went for the bar while the rest joined him. As he joined Maphai, Ordoz, Cagan, and his companions at the larger table Jode, Jenn, Loaket, Macan and Flede took empty places at the bar. The commando and his group sat down at a grouping of tables that were connected for larger parties. Just as the enlarged party sat down patrons began to leave, and guests retired for the night. While these patrons and guests left the larger party was served.
      For an hour the gathered warriors, commandos, soldiers, goons and mercenaries drank, feasted and relaxed. They enjoyed themselves and each other’s company looking forward to a restful night. Maphai and Maurice discussed how long they should stay here and get information from locals on where the Vestrisians are. Taking out the dog tags Maurice showed Maphai. Her own eyes grew wide as if she had seen these before. The mercenary leader told the commando that there is a group of soldiers with that dog tag in a village south of here.
      Before she can explain the lodge door burst open with a loud bang. Everyone’s attention was directed to the entrance. Ten large well-dressed goons came in the door way of the lodge. With the lodge’s attention on them the ten goons displayed themselves in a line. Every single one of them wore identical outfits that consisted of white silk shirts with thin red stripes under bronze waits coats and pants with a black belt. These fine looking outfits all had a blood red ascot tie. Over this these goons donned shawl-cloaks of a sinister black. Although the goons wore identical clothing their faces were not. On their heads rest trilby hats, bowlers, ivy caps, ascot caps, and pork pies.
      Even with the attention focused on them these new arrivals stood there eyeing everyone in the lodge. Those at the bar to their attention away from them back to drinking. All four cougars and Harpy roared with laughter, shouting and carrying on. The rest of the lodge did the same thing and went on with their own business. Maurice still kept his focus on them from the corner of his eye. When the rest of the lodge turned away the ten well-dressed goons sprang into action.
      What the Onyx Cougars did not see were weapons being drawn from pockets in the goons’ cloaks. Out of their pockets these goons wielded Kukris, daggers, batons, stilettos, spike nails, and crowbars. As one this group of ten goons crept up on the four Cougars and Silver Harpy. Oblivious to this the four Onyx Cougars in their uniforms of dyed Gantronese uniforms kept on drinking. The Cougar’s onyx claw scratch emblem disappeared behind the goons. Flede, Loaket, Macan, and Jenn became grappled and jumped by the ten goons. Jode leapt up as he companions were stabbed and beaten repeatedly. The lone Harpy smashed a mug on a goon’s head then jabbed a second with a knife. In moments she opened fire on these goons hitting a few, and bringing only one of them down. A baton wielding goon brought his weapon down on Jode’s head knocking her down to the floor. Maurice and his companions sprang up with weapons at the ready.
      Just one other goon fell next to the other goon leaving eight armed goons against fifteen other armed fighters. To the left the four pirates were up with hands on weapons. Among the pirates the canine humanoid wielded an axe, and a short sword. His companions had their hands on hilts of cutlasses, scimitars, and rapiers. Maphai, Ordoz, Cagan, Nanim, and Vylinsis drew pistols, and a shotgun. Even Maurice’s group wielded pistols, and revolvers on the eight goons. Seeing they had brought knives to a gun fight the goons hesitated. The two sides were locked in a standoff allowing Maurice to concentrate on their uniforms. He squinted his eyes at something on their suits. A pin of some sort could be made out on the right side of their waist coasts. Each goon wore a pin that resembled a boar or pig of some sort.
      Brittany brushed past him sowing an incredible amount of rage. Without warning this lone Red Heart opened fire on the eight goons. Using her pistol Brittany rapidly fired sending bullets at the goons. Although she preferred knives and daggers this Red Heart decided a pistol would suffice. When the chamber was empty three more goons lay dead and one of them clung to a wound while gripping the bar. Two of the remaining goons held up their Kukris and stiletto with angry expressions. The pair of well-dressed goons charged Brittany at random order. Both goons let out a yell and raised their weapons. Those who had no obstacles in the way riddled the pair of goons.

      Each of the goons collapsed on the floor face first. The remaining three goons made a run for it. Eyanosa, Taregan, and Amonif were about to run after them the moment the trio fled. All three of them started to pursue these goons, but were stopped. Maurice and the rest of them stopped them forcing their angered companions to stay put. On their left flank these three were not the only ones about to give chase after those goons. The orc and Drow pirates held the canine humanoid back. It snarled at the door trying to get out of its fellow pirates’ grip. The female pirate approached Maurice and Maphai with her hand stretched out. 

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Prince of Kilscar Orvain

Outside the boarding the party climbed down to the outer deck where one of them set up a few inflatable boats. On the outer deck of the U-boat stood the two Deck guns and AA gun were located on the U-boat. It was decent weaponry to stave off attacks from patrol boats, enemy aircraft, or smaller enemy craft such as steel sloops, corvettes, and smaller frigates. Captain Griffin-Spear observed their surroundings and the vessels around them. There wasn’t much to look at other than the waters of the vast oceans and their own vessels of the Vestrisian Navy. His gaze turned towards the direction of their objective. Up ahead the Ganonoque sat motionless with nowhere to go. Its crew stood out on deck watching the approach of the Vestrisian U-boats. Her two allied ships were now heading back to Iperantos. Both vessels broke away from the convoy formation beginning a U turn course. This act seemed to anger the Gantronese who opened fire on the two fleeing vessels.
            “Well, well men looks as though those Iperantosee will be facing the wrath of the Gantronese Empire.” Degrast commented drawing his men’s attention on the ships trying to make a run for it. As his men prepared the inflatable boats the Captain turned to see several other Vestrisian boats had sent out boarding parties. Although he could not see the rest of the fleet behind him Degrast knew the Admiral had them circling the area like sharks.
            Returning to the task at hand Degrast climbed down to the boat with help from his crewmen. He seated himself in the boat while his boarding party set off with two boarding craft. Both groups paddled their way up to the motionless ship that sat like a sitting duck. Taking another look behind them Degrast saw seven sailors emerge out of the conning tower. They manned the three guns in case the Ganonoque’s crew or passengers opened fire on the boarding parties. Within several minutes the two boarding crafts reached the Ganonoque. Using their grappling hooks the boarding party hooked their craft on to starboard side. Ten members of his boarding party climbed aboard with their Captain.
            The crew of the Ganonoque was caught unawares by the torpedo hits. Plenty of them were scrambling on deck in panic trying to quell the flames and attempting to get her moving again. Many of them were getting ready to abandon ship, but their Captain had forbid it. Aboard the Ganonoque Griffin-Spear’s boarding party began to round up the crew on the outer deck. Outside they managed to capture seventeen of the crew members. Degrast had his sailors tie them up to ensure they wouldn’t resist the takeover of their ship. Wasting no time Degrast took six men up to the ship’s main command bridge. There they found the Captain and five more of the Ganonoque’s crew. Degrast looked at the Captain of the Ganonoque.
            He had a nicely trimmed dark beard on a round brownish tan skinned face. This Captain wore the royal colors of Kilscar Orvain and a green sash representing Gantronese support. The crew wore the standard sailing layers, fleeces, and trousers. Almost ignoring their fine dressed Captain Degrast looked out the bridge window. Several more boarding parties came aboard to reinforce his own party.
            “Where is the prince of Kilscar Orvain?” Degrast demanded from the Captain.
            “I am Captain Vorir Nabon of the Ganonoque you have n-“ he was cut off before he could continue.
            “My question did not concern your name!” Degrast roared in the Captain’s face who remained silent and still from Degrast’s sudden snap at him. While the sailors stood in the bridge sounds of naval guns could be heard outside. Gantronese vessels exchanged fire with the two Iperantosee ships that tried to get away. Both sides kept exchanging fire causing a number of onlookers to watch the battle. The Gantronese and Iperontosee ships fought on ferociously. One side fought out of insult for abandoning a single ally and the other side fought to flee enemy hands.
            “Now listen Captain…Nabon we are here for Prince Vannok-Rathi who happens to be aboard your vessel. I need you to cooperate, understand?” Degrast snapped at the arrogant ass of a Captain.
            “Prince Lord Uchon Vannok-Rathi is in the mid-section of the ship’s passenger level.” Captain Nabon answered Captain Griffin-Spear. He looked at Degrast in a way that said the Vestrisian had little to no authority and was almost a lowlife peasant compared to him.
            Degrast looked at this Captain Nabon unsure if he should believe him or not. For a few seconds Degrast pondered over this. He thought to himself contemplating what the Captain told him. Wondering if the Captain was lying to him Degrast put a hand on his pistol. Silence filled the bridge since the other crewmembers were rounded up and gagged. Even the captain of the Ganonoque stood quiet. Degrast was at first cool faced even though he was frustrated by the stubbornness from the captain. He began to get impatient with this Captain Nabon. His expression grew stern and serious as he stared into the other Captain’s face.
            “You will take me to him, now.” Degrast insisted in a demanding tone that seemed to intimidate the Captain. A face of surprise appeared on Nabon’s face. Degrast was pleased to see the look of surprise on Nabon’s face. Now the foolish Captain would not be so damned stubborn. To ensure Captain Nabon would cooperate, Degrast drew his pistol from its holster. Although he did not aim the pistol at Nabon yet just holding it got his attention.
            Looking at the pistol Captain Nabon nodded silently obliging to take this Vestrisian Captain to the Prince of Kilscar Orvain. Nabon’s fear of being shot dead was evident on his brown bearded face. Realizing he had the Captain’s full cooperation Degrast urged him on to the Prince’s location. Captain Nabon sighed with regret and fear. He opened a door in the back of the bridge then led Griffin-Spear. This back door opened to some stairs that led to the lower levels of the Ganonoque’s hull. Degrast motioned for two men to join him leaving four to guard the other prisoners.
            When the two armed U-boat sailors joined them they started down the steps. Descending four short sets of stairs they made it to the middle section of the ship. Captain Nabon led them through another hallway passing rooms, storage and some crew members who stayed clear of these armed Vestrisians. At gun point the Captain took the Vestrisians straight to the passenger’s quarters where they would find the prince. After opening three other hatch doors they entered the passenger section. This section had a hallway lined with rooms for the passengers. Each one had numbers and letters on every door.
            “Good, lead us to his quarters!” Degrast hissed pressing his gun into the Captain’s back.
            Obeying his captor without any objections or protests Nabon took the trio of Vestrisian Sailors over to one of these rooms on the hallway. He knocked on a door that read 86 C. A young male’s voice called out from the other side of the door.
            “Yes, who is it?” the male’s voice asked from behind the door to 86 C.
            “It is Captain Nabon can I have entrance?” Nabon asked whoever was behind the door.
            “My prince it is Captain Nabon here to check on us.” The male’s voice cried out with relieved joy. The sounds of multiple voices emerged like an argument was occurring on the other side. Shuffling could also be heard as the occupants moved around. Within moments the door swung open. Inside were four people a manservant, a Gantronese officer envoy, some woman, and the Prince himself. Prince Uchon Vannok-Rathi wore the colorful loose tunic over trousers and a gold cap. The servant wore a gold tunic over black trousers. Holding the prince in her grip the woman wore a loose flutter garb and an overlapping skirt around her legs.
            Acting fast to complete his mission Degrast aimed for the Gantronese officer envoy. He fired twice into the Gantronese. The woman screamed and the servant about pissed himself. Behind one of his own crew shoved Nabon to the side. Degrast went straight for Prince Vannok-Rathi. He grabbed the Prince by the arm and pulled him over to their side. This woman clung to the prince trying to pull back. She appeared to be a mute, the prince’s silent mistress or concubine of some sort. As he found himself in a tug of war Degrast wanted to shoot or at least hit this suborn woman. To his better judgment and conscience he did not. If any civilians were shot during this operation and word reached ears of his superiors Degrast would likely face court martial.
            Practically forced to drag the woman along the U-boat Captain hauled the Prince down the hall. With the prize in their possession the Vestrisians went straight outside. In a huge hurry Degrast ordered his party to rally on him as the Prince was forced onto the boat. Both captives were gaged and hands bound together. Once Prince Vannok-Rathi and his mistress sat down with Degrast his boarding party rowed away from the Ganonoque. The entire time they rode back to the “Hidden Sorrow” Uchon glanced at him whereas the mistress kept her gaze looking down. Uchon’s glanced held glares that showed how he really felt about this whole captive situation.
            Acknowledging the Prince’s glares and anger Degrast looked at Uchon with a smug look. He felt very satisfied capturing a Princes of Kilscar Orvain. Not saying a word the crewmen made it to the Hidden Sorrow. Just as dusk was approaching Degrast’s boarding party packed everything back in place and joined the rest of their fellow crewmembers. Uchon and his mistress were taken to an empty space in U-boat where they would stay for duration of the new voyage.
            Immediately after putting the captives in their quarters the Hidden Sorrow’s crew prepared to sail onward. Leaving the Ganonoque in the ocean the Vestrian fleet of U-boats headed back to base. Under the cover of darkness Vestrisian U-boats slipped away from Gantronese detection. Finding he had time to speak with Prince Uchon Degrast went to see their guests. The two captives sat quietly in a corner. No gags, no ropes or bindings held their hands or legs together.
            “Prince Uchon Vannok-Rathi, I am Captain Degrast Griffin-Spear of the Vestrisian Navy. I hope-“ Degrast was cut off by the Prince’s sudden burst of anger. He seemed quite calmed and cool for one held captive, but it was only a mask hiding his true feelings.
            “DO NOT SPEAK TO ME AS THOUGH WE ARE EQUALS!!” The Prince barked at Degrast reminding him of a furious dog back home. “Release me slug for I am a Prince of Kilscar Orvain!” Uchon growled at the Captain. Uchon’s pride in his birthright and his status gave him the sense of superiority over all common men no matter how wealthy, strong, pious, or experienced. It appeared to have gotten the best of him explaining the outbursts. It showed stubbornness and carelessness despite his captivity at the hands of the Vestrisians.
            “Very well Prince, you are also a prisoner of the Vestrisian Union of the Vestrisian Republics. In order for us to release you, your father is to break whatever alliance Kilscar has made with the Gantronese. He is also to withdraw all forces and any support from this war.”Degrast informed the Prince as though these were charges made against his kingdom.
            “Why, why would he heed the Vestrisians. Our state is a proud kingdom and will ally itself with anyone it chooses to!” Uchon spat at Degrast showing further pride and blind arrogance.
            You arrogant, stubborn, royal slurcog you do not see it do you? Degrast whispered in his own mind. The Gantronese saw these kingdoms as nothing more than servants, and slaves to act as pons in war, or future pack mules and laborers of their completed empire over Calorn. They cared nothing about the sovereignty of those who allied themselves with them. Degrast looked at Uchon in the eyes and approached him even closer. The Prince stood up staring him back in the face with his chin up and full of pride. Without thinking Degrast flat out told the Prince the truth.
            “You do realize the Gantronese care nothing about your sovereignty, kingdom, subjects, royal bloodline or your father’s throne? Of course you don’t they have brain washed you and other kingdoms into thinking you are in an alliance. No you are not, you see Prince Uchon the Gantronese see you all as nothing more than pons in war to spread their empire, slaves, servants, and pack mule laborers to build up their expanding empire. I hope that shows you how blind you are.” Degrast informed him like a teacher or school master lecturing an unruly, lazy and overly proud student.
            To Degrast’s surprise Prince Uchon listened. His face held the attentive, awestruck expression. The U-boat Captain had the Prince’s full attention. Uchon seemed to realize the way things would be from now on. He looked at Degrast with eyes that asked if he’d ever see home again. It was the kind of look Degrast saw plenty of times and had great sympathy for those who held it.
            “So where will you take me?” Uchon asked the Captain.

            “To Ruhonthra, there you will be in custody until your father agrees to our terms.” Degrast told him not wanting to give him the full details. He left the prince to his thoughts and mistress. As he left the prisoners he joined his officers for dinner. 

Monday, September 19, 2016

The Hidden Sorrow's Prize

Griffin-Spear
Captain of the Shark class U-boat 019 aka. “Hidden Sorrow”
Spring of 1843
West Southern Seas Garvosce Bay, Unknown Lands

            Bringing down over seventeen ships between Borvadosian waters and the platform seas proved very useful yet overly intricate. For multiple weeks on end the Hidden Sorrow and Admiral Villainos’ fleet of forty six U-boats circled these waters. Nearly several hundred more Gantronese vessels sank to the bottom during those weeks. In his log Degrast recorded up to seven hundred thirty six enemy vessels destroyed by their single fleet of U-boats. Sitting in his own quarters Captain Degrast Griffin-Spear looked over the next assignment which was to intercept a certain vessel holding an important prince. This prince was apparently third or fourth in line to the throne of city-state Kilscar Orvain. He was often known as the Colorful Prince-Lord Uchan Vannak Rath. Most called him Khiev-Khan-Khun Rathonai the artful. At his age of twenty four this Prince was naïve and easily swayed.
            With their U-boats circling the seas and exterminating enemy vessels the Prince would have difficulty traversing the seas in the south. Once the prince’s ship was intercepted it was to be commandeered then taken straight to Ruhonthra. There this prince would be ransomed in exchange for the city-state’s withdrawal from this conflict. With Kilscar Orvain out of the war the Gantronese lose support and another city. Along the coasts of the Unknown Lands scores of settlements and states fell to the Vestrisians. Degrast didn’t know very much about these Unknown Lands except for every report, rumors, and tales he heard of or read about.
            According to Captain Chessoke the Gantronese were losing and gaining territories. These Unknown Lands were said to be vast in terms of thousands of miles all around. His deceased friend Lyren Connerson knew much about the Unknown Lands. It was enough for him to stay clear of it. For nearly six years Degrast received private letters from Lyren concerning his thoughts on the Unknown Lands. A knock on his door interrupted his train of thought. Taken out of the reminisce Degrast turned to his door.
            “Enter,” he commanded letting whomever rapped on his door know they were permitted to come in. The door opened with that metal squeaky moan you heard aboard every steel vessel. In came First Mate Omar Zangi-Alamut wearing his officer’s uniform. He stepped further into the Captain’s Quarters. First Mate Zangi-Alamut stood at attention before his Captain.
            “Sir, Captain sir.” Alamut saluted before he was permitted to continue. Degrast nodded for him to go on. “Three vessels have been spotted 236 degrees South West at our eleven thirty o clock. At our two o clock is a small fleet of seven vessels possible Gantronese.”
            “What of the three vessels?” Degrast asked the First Mate.
            “Those other three ships belong to the city-state Kilscar Orvain, and the island state of Iperantos in the platform isles and sea.” Alamut reported to his Commanding Captain.
            Degrast stood up closing the log book of orders, chapters, schedules, and the ships they had sunken to the bottom. The Captain tossed the log on his cot and proceeded out of his own quarters. First Mate Alamut moved to the side letting his Captain by. He entered the hallway full of hatches, pipes, valves, and lines protected by metal lining. The Captain turned left away from the bow, Torpedo room, and the battery space. With First Mate Alamut following at his heels the Captain passed through the control room that was built under the conning tower and above the pump room. Passing crew members, OOD’s, Petty Officers, and experienced crew Captain Griffin-Spear made his way to the radio room.
            Inside the radio room sat radioman Ensign Menelson with Seaman Apprentice Givorne Worenson. Both the radiomen stood up at attention when Captain Griffin-Spear entered the radio room. He looked at the two U-boat sailors hoping they had at least been in contact with the other Captains concerning the Chancellor Miron Thindir. After taking Prince Vannok-Rath to Ruhonthra they would sail for Borvados.
            “Have you been in contact with Captains Chessoke, Borheen, Ambrosius, Heartstone and Korchis?” Griffin-Spear asked the sailors demanding his answer immediately. The Seaman Ensign looked at him with a few hints of few in her eyes.
            “No, no sir I haven’t contacted them for days.” She answered him. The fear in her eyes grew as if she had disobeyed an order. For a second he thought she was going to cry. It was neither because she was a woman nor would it ever be that way in the ranks of the Vestrisian Army. The reason would be how sverxed they’d be for not following orders. If one did cry it would be in private away from others. Nonetheless no one would blame anyone for shedding tears especially during a war that could cost millions of lives on both sides. Menelson kept her cool and stood straighter then saluted.
            “I will contact them sir on your orders.” She said as if she had boasted with masked enthusiasm. He could almost tell what she was thinking. Degrats kept that to himself then watched her observantly with a stern expression. Menelson twisted dials and flipped on the radio to contact the other U-boats. She typed on a keyboard with one hand and turned the dial while looking for the right channel and frequency signal.
            “Captain I have a signal!” she cried appearing excited.
            “Hidden Sorrow to fleet…Hidden Sorrow to fleet this is Uboat 019 do you read? I repeat this is Uboat 019 do you read?” Menelson asked over the radio with the head phones on her head and the microphone piece in one hand. For several moments she waited listening to the silence for any answers or signal. Another moment passed and she got something.
            “Yes I can hear you as well over.” Menelson responded to another radioman over the radio comm. “This is Seaman Menelson of Uboat 019 aka Hidden Sorrow.”
            “Good afternoon Captain Borheen, Captain Griffin-Spear wants to ensure you and the other Captains know which vessels not to attack.” She said to the person over the radio. For several moments Menelson did not speak as she listened to the other Captain. “Yes sir I will inform my Captain over.”
            She turned to her Captain with some info from the way she looked at him. In his mind he could tell there was more to this mission. Not only would they have to sink the Gantronese vessels, seize the others, but engage more vessels. He could almost read it on her face.
            “There is another small fleet of Gantronese ships further away from the Prince’s ships. Admiral Theinus and his fleet will engage that fleet while we disable the target. Menelson explained to her Captain.
            Degrast took this in and pondered over a good course of action. Ordering the crew to their stations Captain Degrast Griffin-Spear left the radio room to the control room. His crew were at work preparing the sub for another engagement with the enemy. Those who were at the torpedo room loaded their vessel disabling torpedoes. OOD Lieutenant Velkonoy gave the Captain the helm while the First Mate stood near the periscope. At the steering helm Degrast steered the Hidden Sorrow towards the target. Under the guidance and navigation of his Lieutenants, radars, and navigators Degrast maneuvered the Uboat to the three vessels’ direction.
            When they got close enough he aligned the Hidden Sorrow for a decisive shot. In mere moments of lining up a shot they released two torpedoes. Every crewmember sat down or kneeled quietly and listened to the silence. They let the Hidden Sorrow sit idle until the torpedoes hit their targets. Degrast looked at his pocket watch counting down the seconds before impact. He counted up to thirty eight seconds until the sea shook a little like an earthquake causing vibrations. Even though they were under water in thick sheets of metal the sound of the explosion still reached their ears.
            “Sir we have two direct hits!” a crewman manning the sonar yelled with glee. This crewman was a Geverine from Boathria. His face was thin with a goatee and a military fashioned haircut. He had more of the dancer’s body type and tall in frame.
            Every crew member within earshot cheered and raised their arms up in celebration. One seaman stood up and broke into song. He began the anthem of the VUVR before others joined the chorus. Spirits arose amongst the crew showing excellent morale. While the crew celebrated Griffin-Spear ordered for their vessel to ascend enough for the periscope. He looked through the periscope to see the damage of those hits. Their target floated on the surface motionless like a sitting duck. Prince Vannak-Rath’s ship the “Ganonoque” could not move and had smoke spewing from its stern. With no one else coming to defend this vessel their prize was free to take. He turned to look at the Gantronese ships which were now a flame and sinking from multiple hits. Degrast smiled at this then turned back to the “Ganonoque and her fellow ships. The two ships that joined the Prince’s ship were now leaving it to the mercy of their hidden enemy. As he watched these two ships abandon the Ganonoque and the Prince of Kilscar Orvain his crew ceased singing.
            After observing the damage done to the Gantronese and Ganonoque Degrest let the periscope go up. He looked around at his own crew before checking his pocket watch once more. Looking at it reminded him of his daughters and wife. All of their faces appeared inside his head smiling at him. Each one looked very happy inside his own mind. He imagined the whole family at the beach with friends on a picnic. The image gave him a good feeling as he returned to where he stood aboard the Hidden Sorrow.
            “Velkonoy bring her up to surface. Menelson contact the other U-boats tell them we are going in for the prize. First Mate Zangi prepare a boarding party that Prince will be in our hands!” Griffin-Spear shouted orders to his Officers who immediately obeyed his orders. Every crewmember went to action preparing the U-boat craft for surfacing.
            The Hidden Sorrow shook a little causing everything to vibrate a little. Degrast held on as the craft rose up to the surface. It took them several minutes to ascend up to the sea surface. When the craft stopped its ascension Degrast let go. In moments the entire craft settled on the ocean with the slow rocking on its surface.
            “Captain we are on the surface!” one of the crewmen announced.
            “Move her towards our target.” Degrast commanded. His order was carried out as he felt the vessel move towards the target. First Mate Zangi-Alamut came up to him armed to the teeth but only summoned six men for the boarding party. Degrast squinted his eyes and knitted his eyebrows at his First Mate. He showed his disgust at only six armed sailors summoned for boarding the Ganonoque.
            “Dammit First Mate we’ll need more men than this to take that sverxing ship!” Captain Griffin-Spear yelled at him. His expression must have shown his fury from the way his crew looked surprised and felt a little sverxed.
            “Yes, yes sir. I shall round up more men for the boarding party.” First Mate Zangi-Alamut replied in a tone that only hoped it would satisfy his angered Captain. Ignoring this Degrast turned around and returned to his own quarters. He thought it was best to leave his First Mate to his duties. Inside his own quarters Captain Griffin Spear prepared to board this sitting vessel. He looked under his bed where the footlocker lay. Degrast pulled the footlocker out.
            Opening the footlocker Degrast found his life vest, fine uniform for parades, banquets, and evenings. Among this he found his personal bullet proof vest and an O-3 combat pistol in a holster hooked on a belt. Grabbing the vests and pistol Degrast unbuttoned his shirt. Once he had it off he put on his bullet proof vest. He quickly buttoned up again then put on his life vest and armed himself with the pistol belt. Before exiting his quarters Griffin-Spear checked to see how much ammo he had. Counting about seven clips on the belt Degrast exited towards the control room.
            There he found First Mate Zangi-Alamut and fourteen selected sailors for the boarding party. All the sailors his First Mate chose were armed and ready to board. Every one of them held an assault rifle, submachine gun, Optimates, or hand machineguns. He observed each one then turned to his First Mate.
            “Stay here and man the helm I am leaving you command of the vessel while I am gone. I don’t expect much resistance or any more Gantronese coming.” Degrast climbed the ladder up to the conning tower. He opened the hatch to the tower and climbed up to the top. From there Degrast and his assembled boarding party went out on deck.

            

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

Vengeance

He was barefoot in the garden when Carol finally found Virgos. He walked up and down the rows of flowers quietly as Carol silently moved closer. By the time he finally realized she was there, it was too late. She fired the first shot into his side. Carol stood there, breathing heavily with the pistol in her hands. Her target bled all over the garden. He was still alive, kneeling on the ground looking up at her. The same man who ruined her life, cowered before her like a wounded animal. Her acquaintances had given her a perfect target. This was the same man she watched murder her parents, brothers and sisters. There was much anger within her.  Memories of her own parents burning alive flashed into her mind. Horrid memories of her siblings being shot dead appeared in her thoughts. Through rage she fired the rest of the rounds into the murderer’s body. When she emptied it the man's body collapsed onto the flowers he was bleeding on. He died slowly for justice had rained down on the cruel one.  

Monday, September 5, 2016

Commando Part 20

Standing in the camp the twelve traveling Sarcagosee warriors watched these reptilian humanoids retreat from the small island. Even though it was dark they could still make out the shapes and shadows of the reptilian humanoids pick up the dead. Watching these Marsh Stalkers leave Maurice felt comfortable. In the dark night the twelve Sarcagosee warriors stood with their weapons raised. Each of their shadows and shapes were poised in fighting or striking positions. Seconds passed after the party froze in their current positions. All of them must have appeared more like statues left on the island.
      Without any hesitation the party sprang into action. Using what light, they had available and the moonlight the party packed everything up. In a hurry they loaded everything they brought on the mounts then mounted the steeds. The night sky was becoming lighter indicating it was almost dawn. As soon as they mounted the party of twelve raced towards the road. Like something was giving chase the warriors galloped across the bridge and onto the wooded road. At full speed their steeds galloped down the road at a pace quicker than a horse. Maurice felt the wind blow past his face from the speed his mount galloped. Going at a pace faster than any horse made the world pass him like a blurry vision. The heavy thumping and pounding noise of the Cats’ paws thundering on the planks of wood was all they could hear.
      Leading his party of eleven riders the commando pressed on towards the swamps. Although dawn was not yet approaching, and it was still night he could barely make out the swamps. Those swamps were just miles away with a good distance still to go. His concept of time was blinded by whatever time they woke up, fought the monsters, packed up, sped off the island, and the darkness of the night. Before he even knew or noticed how far they had run dawn approached. It snuck up on him like a quiet mouse that had been living in your home for months without your knowledge.
      With the sun rising in the east every bit of the landscape could be seen ahead of them. The dawn’s light made everything more clear with color and brightness for a marsh. On both sides the marsh began transforming into a swamp. More trees, logs, patches of land and mud could be seen. It was clear they were getting closer to the swamps, which could be seen down the long wooden road. For the greater part of the morning the party slowed their steeds down to a trot. At a slowed pace Maurice blindly lead his party into the swamps.
      Once the warriors and soldiers entered the swamps memories came back to the commando. He recalled the days spent in the swamps miles past the borders of Borvados. There he and the expeditionary forces witnessed and faced horrors and many savages. Those swamps were filled with savages, predators, enemies, and that grotesque worm like carnivorous serpents. Such disgusting worms had maws, and would go for large prey like beast of burden, steeds, other predators, and anyone with a large figure about themselves. Realizing he was in another part of the Unknown Lands Maurice shook the memories away. His focus returned to the road that changed.
      Now the wooden road snaked and winded through the swamps. It wrapped around the trunks of large trees raised well above the waters and muck. In the trees an array of creatures, vines, lines, and green moss covered their branches. It was a decorative sight of green for a wild region. Among the branches lay scores of jumbo cats that appeared smaller than the steeds. These swamp cats watched the party of twelve warriors ride on the road passing their trees. One of them yawned while the others either watched or simply ignored them. Most of these tan, brown, black, gray, and cameo beige swamp cats watched the twelve sarcagosee. Each of them appeared more interested in the larger cat like steeds.
      Maurice could feel the eyes of those cats still on them as they passed the swamp cats’ dwelling. He wondered if those cats would attack them or just follow them out of curiosity. Coming to a slow pace Maurice turned his mount around causing his party to halt in the wooden road. With his gaze and attention focused on the trees they passed he studied the branches for any signs of the cats. Each one looked almost the same except for branches, amounts of green moss, holes, size, shape and the roots of every tree. To his relief none of the swamp cats followed the party. Looking around their surroundings the party decided to stop here for a meal.
      Twelve companions and twelve steeds at their morning meals before proceeding further down the road. Oraceth, Taregan, and Eyanosa fed their steeds dead squirrels, ferrets, mountain possums, and chunks of meat. When their meal was over the twelve warriors and goons prepared for another stretch of the journey. Everyone mounted up stirring their mounts to keep going. Well past the swamp cat dwelling, and their brief stop the party came across parts of the road that were broken, cracked, missing pieces. This did not hinder their journey as the steeds simply walked over them, jumped and even went around the damaged parts.
      Maphai’s voice emerged from the radio amongst the static. He picked it up and spoke to the mercenary. According to Maphai there was a station, lodging, stable, and harbor in a settlement six to fifty miles from where they should be. One of her crew members spotted them while patrolling in his dinghy. The mercenary leader told the commando that his men should not run into much trouble in these swamps. All they really had to deal with are crocodiles, swamp cats, some strange creatures with tentacles, and claws. She ended their conversation there to let them continue.
      He put the radio back in his pocket and proceeded on the road. A few more miles brought the party to a corpse of a long-deceased soldier. As usual the party halted as Maurice dismounted. The commando searched the corpse finding a combat knife, a pistol, seven bullets, boots, empty canteen, a nice ring and a bullet hole in the side of the soldier’s head. This soldier had apparently committed suicide after suffering malnutrition. Taking the items deemed useful Maurice searched the soldier’s neck. There was no dog tag around the deceased soldier’s neck. From the way this soldier was position it looked like he climbed onto the road from a canoe that he let drift away.
      Stashing the items away Maurice mounted and kept on the road. Between the first corpse found in the swamps, and the lodging settlement the party came across three more corpses. Two of these corpses were Vestrisian soldiers and the last one was a lost Condorian soldier. After a full day’s worth of travelling, they came to a settlement in the swamps. Night had been over the swamps for an hour by the time they reached their destination.

      In the dark they heard the voices of Maphai, Cagan, and Ordoz chatting next to a lodge. Their shadows and shapes could be seen in the lights that illuminated certain parts of this settlement. All over this settlement were lights, lamps, and hanging lanterns at each door, docks, balcony, and dozens or more along the road. From the way the lights shined one could county twenty or more structures in this one settlement. Unable to identify which structure was which Maurice led the party up to the lodge. As they dismounted a couple of stable hands appeared in the light. Letting the stable hands take the reins of the steeds the party of Sarcagosee grabbed their luggage and equipment. Under the lead of the commando the eleven warriors approached their new allies. Maphai turned to face them and beckoned them inside with a smile. She said there was enough room in this lodge for fifty or more patrons.