Setting
Volaria's abundance of grasslands lends to the rearing of livestock and farming, but the prominent source of Volaria's trade comes through its fishing and mining. The country of Volaria is especially renowned for its diamond trade.
Volaria is predominantly held by the Volarian Monarchy, but several scatterings of domestic dependent nations of human settlements dot the countryside as well. The nature and quality of the settlements in Volaria range from shanty fishing villages to small cities. The Taiyou Shintenchi Shogunate lays just across the eastern borders of Volaria, while the Losenji Imperium reigns to the south.
The capital of Volaria is Volary.
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"Sir, they're preparing to fire," Asha called out.
"Get our shields up," an officer hollered.
A dome over the top of the tower slid partially open to a slit that reveal the volarian crystal encased within it. A beam of light emitted from its top as it reacted and a moment later there was a flare of light as a pale dome encased the tower and the surrounding area. The dome flared and grew red with each strike of plasma against it, but the shield seemed to be holding up well enough.
"Concentrate fire on the cliffs!"
The retaliation from the watchtower came in the form of solarcannons that tore through the ranks gathering at the cliffs, and those trying to scale it. Rock was turned molten beneath the heat, and quickly hardened over as the cold water of the sea washed in to cool it once more.
Visibility became all but impossible for the naked eye from the thick plumes of steam that rose up from the evaporating water, but the turrets were unrelenting. With the solarcannons sheering the cliffs and turning the rock molten, even targets with shields capable of withstanding the temperatures of the focused solar beams would quickly become victim of the laws of gravity dragging them loose as rock - solid and molten alike - cascaded downwards to smash them against the rocky shores below.
"Sir, we're picking up a Taiyou signal from nearby - a battleship it looks like," Asha called out.
"Put me through to them," the officer said.
'We're under heavy fire, I repeat we're under heavy fire. Requesting immediate reinforcements.'
"We have a response from the Losenyu," Asha spoke up. "They're sending reinforcements with the Taiyou fleet moored in Losenji. They'll be here in about ten minutes."
"Time to dig in then," the officer growled. "Do we have enough power?"
Asha checked some readings. "Worse case scenario, at this rate we have enough reserve power to keep the crystal running for two and half, maybe three days under heavy fire. Weeks if we don't need to switch to the reserves, fewer if we need to increase the power," she answered before pausing. "Uh... Sir?"
"What is it?"
"We're receiving word from the capital that a Dark Rain vessel is arriving with the Avorians," she explained. "We're being requested to not fire upon it."
"Who the hell are the Dark Rain?" the officer asked. "Ah fuck it. If it can shoot, we can use it. Pass that information through to the Taiyou and the Losenyu."
A plasma blast took out one of the pillars on the gong and sent the altar falling from the cliff face to the rocky waters below, but the last strike of the gong seemed to be holding a reverberating tone as it sank beneath the water. As the gong vanished from view the sound turned to a deep keening wail... or was that coming from somewhere deeper?
The sound might have been mistaken for the low groaning song of a whale, if not for the vibrations it carried with it through the water that left the vessels within the ocean vibrating.
There was no light where he dwelt, and no life save for his own, but over the years his resting place had grown eroded and buried beneath rock.
With a shudder he rose and braced his massive bulk against his prison as he let out a loud keening wail that sent vibrations through the rock to weaken it at its faults. For now the prison held though and Haigara fell still to gather his strength once more.
Soon.
He could feel his old strength returning to him. He knew not why he had been roused, but the gong would not have been struck for idle reasons - lest the humans come to know his wrath instead of his protection.
Unlike the mechanized and armored artillery atypical of the Guards, or Home Army, the marines still utilized towed artillery. These cumbersome and antique weapons may have been deemed long obsolete in modern wafare but they still served a purpose to the Apparatus custodial forces garrisoning the planet still. It was a whole battalion, well over 300 guns, that was left with the half-regiment sized force guarding the island after a previous skirmish amongst the Shintenchi militaries and an unknown aggressor.
Now these guns aimed lazily towards the coast. Barrel plugs and breech stops were torn out of the weapons like the cork of a champagne bottle. Electric drives powered up to a shrill whine that dominated the rolling plateau reaching from sparsely wooded grasslands that was the gun battery's Primary Artillery Site. These weapons were massive fixtures or warfare, locked against the ground and dug down to the middle of their tires that sprouted from the stubby, almost insect-like 'legs' that allowed the towed gun some local mobility.
They were particularly out in the middle of nowhere, partly to maintain as little an impact on the local populace but to also make a quick, total invasion of the island all but impossible without bringing serious reinforcements. This was a double-edged sword, as in their position they were only able to recieve brief, rapid coordination from command.
Artillery would most certainly be needed in the upcoming skirmish. Firstly, though, the guns had nowhere to aim in particular: secondly, none of the marine gunners knew just what exactly their target was.
This is a typical curse of the artilleryman, who often fought the battle so far removed he wouldn't have a serious idea of who, or what, he killed with his long guns.
Several meters away from the first collection of guns, the Forward Station, a control post had been dug in and fortified into the slopping landslide that would serve as the artillery battery's fire control center. Parked outside and dug into small redoubts along with it were armored personnel and weapons carriers, holding ammunition and repair equipment along with spare barrels.
A Corporal took the binoculars away from his eyes, turning away from the sliding landscape to their front leading to what was known as 'the Littoral Zone'.
"We're at about ninteen-twenty klicks out, are we ranged for fire?" The Corporal laid himself against the lip of the fighting position, a quickly raised series of trenches and gun pits in a star-formation around the artillery. Three marine artillerymen crouched in the fighting position with their equipment, handheld targeting computers and digital clipboards equipped with extensive terrain mapping of the littoral area.
"We'll probably start firing soon, sounded like we were just waiting for a Fire Mission Clear from Actual." A Private marked calmly as he scrawled over a clipboard, tracing fire paths with a stylus and working out trajectories on an app.
"There doesn't seem to be any inclement weather developing so we could be firing just off raw data ... who's calling the fire missions in the field?" The Corporal replied, while sliding back down into the pit and taking the AR-682 assault rifle with him from the lip of the trench.
"Natives. They'll be getting backup from an Imperial taskforce but it looks like most of the leg-work will be done by them."
"Let's hope they appreciate how to effectively utilize artillery."
Back at the Forward Station a klaxon rushed through the position and suddenly the team of four gun operators sprang into action. Bursting from the dug out position beside the parked M22HAT-M artillery tower providing a small amount of shade with a camouflaged tarp reaching out from its side.
"Readying for fire mission, sortie the first round! 155-General, go, go!" A Sergeant bounced down into the trench leading to the first gun, an M-155 Odin-II howitzer, and stomped his way through the soft mud to the breech of the weapon. Joining the three other crew members for a total gun crew of four the Sergeant took his position at the armored bulwark molded to the side of the weapon's impressive mechanism. He planted himself at the spartan metal seat, one leg pressing at the servos controlling the angle of the gun.
Just on the other side of the loading breech a Corporal pulled back a lever. Metal and machine howled as they ran together and the breech was pried open and the inner mechanism of the howitzer waited for a fresh round to enter the breech.
"Deciding for first fire mission -- elevation A-4, directionals are R-2 and L-3.2." The team worked as a coordinated, living war machine. The breech of the weapon gaped open as it waited for sustenance, and a pointed 155mm general purpose high-explosive shell was planted on the round-ram. The autoloader mechanism whirred and the shell slid into the howitzer.
"Gun loaded, Sergeant!" A Private crawled away from the weapon, taking the Sergeant's place at the gun shield.
"Sending it."
The Sergeant bellowed as he stood at the lip of the fighting hole. The four-man crew now assumed a slight distance from the weapon, as the concussive blast of the 155mm shell launching on its trajectory was capable of seriously damaging any living thing caught in the fury. The men all crouched and plugged their ears as the Sergeant lifted a hand into the air, fingers clenhed on the wireless trigger of the gun. When he dropped his hand back he activated the clapper, and dust sprang up all around them as the howitzer fired.
The next two guns in the battery then fired simeltanouesly, a thunderous storm of weaponry and machine roared across the Volarian plains: the first of a three-minute long opening bombardment from two coordinated batteries began.
The forces had found a path up to the top of the cliffs to attack the solar cannons and the turrets quickly.
Then the Heavy artillery started to rain down on the forces, but that did not stop them. A number vehicles were destroyed as they continued to force inland. Vast amounts of missiles launched within a few seconds to counter the shells raining down, all designed for heavy explosive power.
Monitor Station K19,
Underwater near the coastline of Volaria.
"Sir, the new orders. We have to launch the Nuclear weapons into high orbit towards the Cybran Fleet that is hanging in orbit, awaiting to drop." Called the Senior NCOs with a shout while smaller missiles with HE warheads fired towards the Solar weapons also.
The Officer unbuttoned the top button of his shirt to produce as key, the Senior NCO doing the same. They pushed the keys into the keyholes and turned them. A second NCO quickly set the trajectories and pressed the last button. Alarms started to go off, Nuclear codes firing. Nuclear codes firing
Spectre, in command, per Storm Witch's absence, surveyed the tac screens on the bridge, nestled within the heavy armored belly of the beast. His command reclined in their stations, eyes closed as they linked through their implants to the shipboard AI, forming a formidable union of men, women, and computer. "All stations, fire at will on Cybran painted targets. Extrude sniper platforms and get the Hounds and Wolves with heavy rifles out on the deck. Kick out Sparrow."
As one, sixteen Ballista's thrummed before the resonant shock of 100mm slugs were blasted downrange at Mach 6, each one no mere chunk of metal. Each was equipped with a three stage enhancement, an optical targeting camera, miniscule fins and a plasma rocket booster, and underneath the camera unit was a thermal core that just before impact, initiated the transformation of the outer shell into dense, superhot plasma. The bolts thundered across the sky, minorly adjusting courses to strike the center of mass on the Cybran warships, where if they struck, carried enough kinetic shock to blow large craters, if not tunnels, straight through their targets.
Exactly three seconds later, they roared again. And would continue to do so for as long as targets remained on the scopes.
At first, dozens, the several hundred missiles rose from the frigate, climbing high into the air to gain maximum velocity. When they turned earthward once more, they kicked on a counter-grav drive that sent them blistering into the forefront on the assault closer to Mach 13, each one releasing smaller smart bombs that rode in their wake as they dropped to hammer the front lines with sheer kinetic shock and a delayed explosion equivalent to a single ton of TNT. The smart bombs, however, only carried a scant equivalent of 200lbs of TNT, but three released per missile changed the perspective of those on the receiving end when they struck almost 5 seconds after the missile volley. The Purgatory held back the next volley for "sweeping".
At the same time, the triple bored turrets of the frigate released line after line of high output lasers into the melee, each throwing a 15 gigawatt/second charge into the larger of the minor Cybran combat units, simply hammering the heavies as the Iron Hounds and Steel Wolves came out onto sniper platforms bearing huge, menacing rifles that they slapped down on mounts at the edge of the platform, targeting particularly effective small Cybran units or leader appearing types, putting 20mm hyperballistic slugs screaming across the sky with deadly efficiency and the skill of long practice at such extended range combat.
Finally, something substantially large rose on the top of the frigate, sailing off the bow before active stealth systems wrapped the A.I.M., taking it from sight as it began a cautious approach of the combat zone.
All said, the sheer destructive force of a single Dark Rain frigate was crippled only by the lock out of its Abyss cannons, but even as it was, it would be terrifying to behold.
With the artillery strikes and solarcannons lancing along the coast, it was making it difficult to scale the cliffs head on. Even if the Cybran shields could hold against such damage, the cliffs couldn't, and without secure rock to gain purchase on they were left to fall. All along the coastal cliffs entire sections of sheered rock were being knocked loose to crush the Cybran's at their base.
It was proving a poor strategic location for a seabased assault - and serving as a display of why such assaults were so difficult given the massive quantity of lives to be thrown against the rocky cliffs just to make it ashore. They were leaving themselves pinned between the ocean and the enemy artillery.
The poor fishing village itself was at the very height of the cliffs, and wouldn't be so easily overtaken without first breaking through the enemy artillery, and the villagers were making short work of fleeing inland which left little to take but shanty shacks should the Cybrans take the cliffs.
As the tower began to draw more fire, the dome atop it opened further yet and the crystal grew all the brighter. The tower was well designed to hold up under heavy fire until reinforcements could arrive and once more it stood through the reprisal blasts of plasma that dispersed across the shield.
With the towers still up and UCON lending heavy artillery along the coast line, the Cybran's hadn't yet managed to neutralize the defensive measures keeping them from progressing and thus wouldn't be able to simply breach the cliffs casually without a change in tactics - or an ongoing siege that could well span hours, if not days or weeks.
Meanwhile reinforcements were arriving - and it would seem that Avantia's earlier call to reinforce the regions further north had been the right one. As the Cybran's sought to overcome the watchtowers further up the coast, they were swiftly being met with the arrival of transport ships carrying Volarian troops aboard. The Volarian's had the high ground - an advantage that even large numbers would find difficult to overcome. And for every inch the Cybran's fought to gain, there was a rain of artillery bombardments all along the beaches to thin the tide. The few that might reach the heights would be faced with the arriving reinforcements ready to drive them back to the sea once more.
Free.
His strength was returning to him along with the vigor of wakefulness and his murky form swept past the remains of an underwater ruins - once a city of Shintenchi that had been swallowed up by the sea long ago. At the center of the ruins stood a large statue depicting an ancient sea-god standing poised and proud, but as Haigara swept past the rock began to crack and crumble.
The creature encased within snapped its eyes open as the rock shattered to reveal the form of Haijiri, son of Haigara and once king of the Val'hai. He woke to an emptiness though. The Val'hai were gone, and only the ruins remained. What had driven them from these waters?
With questions on his mind he too began to ascend towards the surface after Haigara.
The large behemoth had a lead on Haijira though as he continued to gain momentum. The ancient dragon knew his enemy now. These people with their machines had invaded his waters.
The ocean surface churned violently in a thick froth before Haigara at last erupted in a geyser of water among the Cybrans trying to reach the shore. His scaly hide was almost blinding in the glaring light of the afternoon sun before with a great groan, the beast arced to the side and came crashing down atop several Cybran vessels to likely snap them clear in half.
The great sea-god was monstrous in size, and the keening wail that it emitted into the water was almost concussive to the Cybran's in the ocean.
The telepathic draconian sent a brief image to Haigara of what he was detecting deep down there in the ocean depths.
"What in the -"
Those within the tower had a clear view of the monstrous behemoth that had just erupted from the water, and many of them did little more than stand and gape. Sure everyone knew the legends of Haigara, but none had seen sign of the great sea-god in over a century.
Haigara's presence was a mixed omen though, for the beast would not likely differentiate Taiyou from Cybran once the Taiyou arrived on the scene. It was only through Haijira that Haigara was known to be tempered.
A beast from above wormed through the air and lashed about, its body resembling that of a snake. It had no scales, but a furry mane sprouted from its head to the very tip of its tail. Upon its head, there were two long antlers. Long whiskers whipped and snapped from its snout as it flew. In its talons, five with each hand, clenched tightly onto a shiny white pearl. From a clasp at its chest and held around its neck, two strips of cloth made from a rich and decorative material flowed with the beast's movements.
The celestial titan cast its eyes down to the sea below, diving down from the clear sky above. Though not as large or bulky as the sea god from below, the titan from above still held an intimidating presence. It was not a simple animal, nor just a feral dragon. Both its behavior and appearance dictated that it had some kind of intelligence. All of that which was Ming Yu came swooping down toward the battle.
Seconds went by before brilliant yellow streaks of light filled the sky from above, and ordinance began to rain down on the Cybran ships in the Astral Sea, tearing their hulls to peaces and engulfing them in brilliant plumes of orange and white flame. No armor in the universe could stop these slugs, as they carried enough velocity to tear metal, ship, and rock asunder from orbit. With each impact water and metal vaporized in brilliant plumes of steam, and mere seconds after the first volley, the second followed.
Just east of the Cybran fleet, the Taiyou fleet had finally arrived, with the full force of everything the Taiyou had sent to Losenji. A fleet of fifteen Taiyou capital ships chugged their way towards the battle, with the Shokaku Class Carrier, the Zuikaku Class Carrier and the Shogun battleships, along with the support craft of the Taiyou Fleet.
Commandant Katamura watched as the Cybrans continued to shell the Volarian coastline, alarms blaring as the ship launched it's complment of Aircraft, Jet Tengu alongside Jigabachi AV Attack helicopters moved fourth from the Aircraft carriers, burning at full speed towards the Cybran fleet, which was still being subject to orbital shelling from the Taiyou fleet in orbit.
The nuclear warheads speed towards the Volarian coastline, but something caused them to suddenly turn course--
They were heading right for the Cybran fleet in the water.
Katamura watched the spectacle unfold, before she sent a wide-band message to all allied forces in the area.
"All Friendlies, All friendlies, this is Commandant Katamura, we have nuclears in the field, all friendlies brace for Nuclear detonation, it's about to get really hairy out there!"
The missiles, shells, and other warheads screamed towards the Cybran fleet, and would detonate near or at where they had launched from. The unseen force having diverted their course away from the Volarian coastline.
With the task completed, beads of sweat formed on the young girl's brow. "They will all pay!" She growled, and then she concentrated, and the water and even the Shokaku Carrier buckled and rocked from the sheer power being put fourth by this one child.
The Central Command ship would likely and suddenly find itself being lifted out from the water, literally carried from the water by an unseen force. The Shelling continued and would tear gigantic craters into armored hulls, and as the Central Command ship rose in altitude, the lone figure would find her nose and ears bleeding as she let out an inhuman scream.
There was a deafening snap, a sudden twitch from Yuriko, and a shockwave that split the very seas apart as the Command unit would more than likely literally be rend in two by the sheer power of the Psionic energies being exerted upon it, as if it was a piece of paper torn asunder by a pair of large hands, it was then, and only then the Command ship was allowed to freefall back into the water to sink to it's watery grave. The young girl fell to her knees, and vomited violently onto the deck of the Kaze no Tani.
Before she and her squad could move out though they received the imminent detonation warning and all of them dropped to the ground bracing for impact. Kim closed her eyes as explosions could be heard far off. When she finally looked up she could see several mushroom like clouds over the ocean.
She waited a moment before her training kicked in again. "Alright enough staring we are still under attack, we need to double time it to set up in this equipment!" She shouted as she lead the way toward the fishing village. Rhino squad was quick to get to work as two soldiers ran forwards and dropped two ground breaching charges. They ran back and then the things detonated. They were the answer to quick trench building as a large trench resulted from the carefully calibrated devices which ejected their charges downward rather than outward.
The squad began to set up in the trench as they waited for the cybran attack. Her group had blown their trench right between two of the shacks facing the cliffs of the unattacked village. She placed the machine gun teams in the shacks and the moarter and the rest of the troops in the trench. She was confident in their positions for now but she wasn't exactly sure what would come over the cliff.
"Hurry up you gagglefuck of a platoon, you're all too stupid to live forever!"
The Master Sergeant's harrowing voice called out across the strongpoint bisecting the tiny ribbon of coastal road that reached away from the enemy beachhead. Just barely a meter behind him the platoons CP, or Command Point, let out a wailing siren as the large radio mast was slowly brought down and fit to the sides of a GV-70 logistics vehicle. Shouts and calls went out across the platoons positions, large Vee formations on eiher side of the road, interlocking it and then stretching well over 2km to either side.
This formation was known as the "Biko Ambush" or the "Biko Bush", named so after the Bushmen counter-insurgent forces of the Forge who had minted the maneuver. A tactic nearly three centuries old but still as useful as ever in warfare.
These formations made head on assaults particularly costly through the defenses-in-depth, where instead of all forces are dedicated to maintaining a single line, commanders utilize successive defense lines to simply grind the enemy down until no advances can be made.
Outflanking these formations, tactically at least, meant that the opposing forces were merely exchanging one frontal assault on their objective for another. To nullify this maneuver, the entire attacking force would have to change its axis of advance, strategically recognized as a difficult change when under fire.
It was in these formations that Bludgeon company waited, their armored vehicles and tanks dug into the rear-areas defenses with infantry and other fighting vehicles at the front. With tanks held in reserve, amy infantry breakthrough could then be concentrated against will the full power of those armored reserves.
Meanwhile in the water things had grown still. Haigara had vanished back into the ocean depths in search of the Cybran's source while Haijira lingered within the shallows just off the coast. There were Taiyou and Losenyu vessels in the distance, but none that had neared his location. It wasn't the ships that caught his mind's eyes though. Overhead he had detected the presence of a strange dragon in the sky, but he detected no animosity from it. If anything she shared a curiosity that reflected his own, tinged with the same sense of purpose.
The telepathic call rang clearly as he reached out to Ming Yu.
'Sister of the sky. Tell me, what do you see?'
Where he was confined to the ocean depths, she had a bird's eye view of what lay beyond his domain.
'Within the ocean, there are many dead, and much debris' she replied. Ming swam upward through the air, facing the cliffs. "And upon the land, many alive, and busy."
She slithered down between the loop that her body made, gracefully uncoiling as she touched the ocean with her claws. 'Would you name yourself? As I am Ming Yu.'
Hello Lunch! thought she grinning at the livestock while drawing the Deagle and cocking it.
She wasn't one for killing animals but hunger is hunger and she sure as hell couldn't go to town and buy some food. She was in the future since only a couple of days. And in those days, between giant snakes and semi authistic androids she didn't have much time to get in touch with her body, which was now demanding nutrition.
She aimed at a random cows head and shot its head off at point blank, while trying to avoid the blood splatters. This caused quite a commotion between the fellow cows who nervously scattered away from the carcass of their companion, a carcass that was now quickly cut thru with an army knife, looking for that good part right under the spine. She had no idea how she knew that, no memory of where she learned that but thankfully somehow the knowledge was still there.
maybe I used to work on a farm or something, or maybe I was an assassin, or a butcher...then again how would I have had made these boots I'm wearing...did I make them? they sure feel familiar but.. lost in her thoughts she kept cutting peacefully untill she was done.
The fresh chunk of bloody red meat was ready to be coocked, all she needed is a fire. It was then that she considered that maybe it would have been a good idea to start a fire before having the chunk of meat in hands. Sheras threw the meat back at the cow, she needed some wood first. but where would she get some?
He had been trying to read a book, the supposed past time of the cultured fellow but he couldn’t get into it. Just line after line of purple prose and cliché after cliché. Why did he ever picked this up? So he was stuck here for the whole week (The transport to take them into the capital would not arrive until next Sunday) with little to do but dull through the days.
And then the gunshot happened. He awoke thinking it was for a moment just some sort of waking nightmare. Wh-What? The mobility hovering systems shifted about aimlessly for a moment. Damn it! He had his fingers on the console! He let got and the hovering disc chair stopped. What was going on!? He looked around. None of the staff running this house was present. Probably taking the rest of his group through the tour of the countryside. He took a moment to SLAP a bug that bit his neck. They were eating him alive out here. Horse flies. The scourge of his existence these last couple of days.
His attention returned to some cattle fielding off very far from the ranch. He was nervous. He looked about looking for something and found a bloc of wood on the floor. He honestly had to reach at it with an effort as fingers grazed it utterly embarrassed and grateful no one was present. Finally picking it as his makeshift club, the foreigner placed his hand on the console again and he began to move forward the systems making a small engine noise as he moved off the ground.
Slowly he came upon the scene. Woman with a gun with her hands now completely covered in blood. Oh god! Some of its brain was pouring out! Corvo felt sick as he placed his hand to his thin lips. “You are not SERIOUSLY considering eating that!?” he demanded. Yes. A strange bloody woman with a gun was present and Corvo first concern was hygiene and food safety.
As she scratched the side of her head she forgot about the blood, it was indeed a messy scene to see. Luckily no one's around, I'll have to wash myself aswell later, can't go to town like this...probably...who knows what goes in these times. I don't know who knows but I know who doesn't know... thought she before yelling MEE!! goddamit amnesia!!.
Shortly after she realized there's no wood around there she heard a voice inquiring about food. She turned around to see what seemed to be a paraplegic of the future. oh, I see McDonalds didn't die out...what a surprise the man was floating on a disk which was pretty cool. The man was holding a piece of wood...as a weapon? woo, hello there, I was planning to cook it first, but I need a fire for that...who...are you? I hope these are not your cows, you can keep the rest I'm only passing by.
Just in case she drew her Deagle out again and hid it behind her back to avoid showing hostility, yet she cocked it should this man reveal himself some kind of android/magical demigod freak or something, you never know.
Somehow the man wearing the very breathable looking suit looked very uncomfortable at the moment. Seated in his disc shaped chair as it remained stationary.
“Y-You can’t just expect to put that on a fire and cook it and NOT get sick!! This isn’t the damn stone ages!” He half protest and half plead. This is why we have government regulated slaughter houses! Some flies were already buzzing around the cut open animal probably laying disgusting little fly eggs as they spoke.
She seemed to offer the rest as some sort of peace offering. He turned greener. “No thank you.” He expressed politely. No. He was good. That was all you. Who was he? “I’m… staying at the ranch house a half a kilometer away.” Corvo expressed believing she was some sort of eccentric local and knew what he was talking about. “Corvo Lex… at your service.” He expressed. His words and demeanor were squeamish and soft spoken.
She smiled at the man she found naive for his commentary, it was incredibly ironic the fact the she was about to talk an older man into the good ol' days. She was technically, god knows how many years older.
hahaha, you future people have different ways of living, when I come from it is perfectly normal to do this despite we also had slaughterhouses. In fact I did the same thing a slaughter..man would, this meat won't rot for at least the next 5 hours, and as long as you keep it moved flies won't deposit anything on it. Now I need the fire thou otherwise I'll have to kill another one, you say you have a house near here, My name is Sherazad, nice to meet you Corvo, huh nice name, there was a videogame about a Corvo guy"
she was thinking of dishonored, oh god knew what video games they had today, provided she'd live long enough.
Her belly grunted in protest pretty loudly reminding her of the issue at hand. Do you have coocking equipement there and if so, mind if I use it? In exchange I'll make the best stake you'll ever taste said she winking playfully at Corvo.
“It’s nice to meet you Sherazad.” Hey! Almost like the famous storyteller! A soft smile came to his face as if remembering that before he registered what she requested. Cooking facilities? Well yes, he believed they indeed had that back at the ranch house. “Yes. I see you already have the package of meat you are going to use on your person.” He noticed as she did carve it up.
Was that blade even sanitary?? Well at least it could be better cleaned up and prepared in the modern kitchen that out here in the hot outdoors. He just dropped the bloc of wood as he turned his person over back to the direction of the Ranch House. ‘It’s uh… a bit of a walk.” He expressed. Half a kilometer outward as the sun was still beating out.
Quietly he reached for the disc shaped chair and got out a canteen of water. “Uh. Would you care for something to hydrate yourself as we walk back over?” He offered it and began to move, they were surrounded by vacant fields, the quiet almost unnerving to poor Corvo.
Yet another reminder that she knew nothing of these times and lands. The man was very polite but also technical in his choice of words, kitchen was now a facility? Package of meat, seemed almost autistic, way too mechanical. But who was she to judge.
ahm.. yes this is my dose of complex proteins that I intend to transform in caloric energy thru the process of difestion, you guys digest right? she replied trying to imitate the tone of her interlocutor.
She then gazed at the direction pointed by Corvo, indeed a certain distance, but he clearly didn't see her move yet. As he offered water, she gazed at him and slowly started to become airborne. no thanks, I don't think I'll have the time, how fast can your disk fly? asked she with a hint of challange and a sassy face.
“It’s uh… not so far this way.” He expressed beginning to slowly hover in said direction. It was embarrassing, this woman could have easily make it to the ranch house if she wanted to but it would take Corvo twenty minutes of nonstop hovering just to make it back to the still very distant property. In a sense she was going to have to wait for him in his mind. He hated to do that.
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