Post by Orange on Feb 13, 2006 18:13:59 GMT -5
Chapter 21: Like a Fluffy Tornado.
``Sir William of Deloraine, good at need,
Mount thee on the wightest steed;
Spare not to spur, nor stint to ride,
Until thou come to fair Tweedside;
And in Melrose's holy pile
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“And that’s how we solved the mystery of Groom Lake!” Sef finished, a big grin on his face.
Timbre groaned. “Sef, please. Stop talking about your dog and the zany adventures you’ve had with him.”
“Why? It’s the only thing I can talk about without getting into an argument with Adie.”
“This is because you don’t present bloody stupid opinions in your tales of mutt related heroism.” Adie snapped back.
It had been a long two days of driving, and all parties within the Gustav were getting somewhat sick of it. It was quickly discovered that Sef and Adie had quite… complex personalities. They were perfectly nice people, of course, but something in them just made them seek out conflict. They would argue about ANYTHING. It was all good natured, of course, but Timbre being the peace-loving soul he was, could not stand it. So, for Timbre’s sake, Sef and Adie pretty much avoided talking directly to one another. Sef could not stand to keep quiet for long, though. He soon launched into a very long set of tales about the adventures of his dog, Tornado.
And there were quite a few. Timbre knew Sef was making a lot of them up, but it was still more interesting then nothing. Or, it was, until the tales got a bit too tall, and a bit too long.
The three had been taking turns driving, only stopping for a quick meal and wash at a lonely road-stop. As they went deeper into the interior, things became more and more spread out, sparse, and boring. The prairie fields turned into wasteland, and wasteland into rocky badlands. They were driving through a canyon now, flanked on all sides by towering red rock. It was inspiring, to say the least. But a bit imposing. Timbre was wary, but Sef assured them that there was no problem with bandits around here. The Union did a pretty good job of policing the areas immediate to their home range.
“Allrighty, we’ll be there in just a few more minutes, guys.” Sef said, pulling the Gustav around a tight bend. “Past this bend, we start to go up a hill to the Union plateau. Right on top is the Union Center.”
“What kind of place is it, Sef?” Timbre asked.
“It’s pretty awesome. It was some kinda monastery or hotel or something before the Dust. Really gothic stone structure, really awesome and imposing. The original founders dug it out, and used it as a home base. They then put up two zoid stables and garages up on the flanks. Really put a lot of work into ‘em to make them match up with the Center. So, the garages go out at a kinda 60 degree angle from the corners of the Center, so this forms a kinda courtyard in the front. If you go past the Center for two hours, you hit Line Town. They drive cattle and stuff there, and got some kickin restaurants and bars for the cattle boys and us Union boys.
“How many people are in the Union?”
“About sixty active service workers. We kinda filter in and out of the place. It’s more of a dispatch usually. But if we got broke zoids, or need to crash down, or need to train, or get paid, we head in. There’s about forty support guys and girls that live full-time either in the Center, or in Line Town. Then we got part-timers that pop in every now and again, usually run a few jobs then disappear for a few months to spend their cash. It can be kinda lucrative if they run something really dangerous.”
“Wow. You make a lot?” Adie asked, somewhat interested. And this was something that colud not be made an argument of.
“Well, it depends on the job. This one was pretty good, begging your pardon. Sorry about your co-workers.”
“I told you, they were kinda assholes anyway. Jerks, really.” Adie replied, then taking a swig from her flask. She was happily sauced again, and quite amiable.
“Anyhoo, some jobs are lucrative, but that’s because they are dangerous, or take a long-ass time. Kidnappings and bounty work are cool, but if you screw up, or loose the bounty, it’s a huge loss. Most of our stuff is contract work, where we rent out security services for smaller towns and cities that need some bulk for their defense. And, sometimes, we get rented out for real heavy-duty fighting. So, I’d say I make a decent amount. Got my own bit of savings, but nothing to retire on, really. We don’t do a lot of retirement planning. And here we are!”
They pulled over the crest of the hill, onto a flat plateau. It was a good sized plateau, several square miles in size. The Center was clearly visible from the road, and it was an imposing structure. Stone hauled from the surrounding badlands had been hewn into massive blocks, and settled down to create a main structure that was taller then a Gojulas. Four spire bellowers marked each corner, and sweeping arches decorated the outside.
Speaking of Gojulas, there was one on he road ahead of them. An old silver model, devoid of the signature CP-10 Orge cannons.
A voice crackled in over the radio. “Heave too and identify, green gustav.”
Sef keyed in the radio. “Mike, it’s me, Sef.”
A laugh. “I thought it might be. Where the hell did you get a Gustav and a Genius Wolf?”
“Long story. Is Tornado okay?”
“All fixed up and like new. You’ll have him up and out in no time.”
“Yay!” Sef giggled, quite un-characteristically. It scared Timbre.
“What was wrong with Tornado?” Timbre asked.
“He broke his leg and got all kinds of hurt on my last mission. I had to leave him behind this time, and bring the Glow Fox out instead.”
“Wait, what? The Glow Fox isn‘t your zoid?”
“Oh hell no. I hate foxes.”
“Wait, then what do you pilot?”
Timbre did not get an answer, because the moment Sef pulled into the courtyard, he popped the hatch and sprinted for the nearest zoid stable. “Tornado Puppyface McFluffFluff! Cutielumps, I’m HOME!”
Timbre and Adie’s confusion was complete as they hopped out, intent on following Sef into the stables. But they were stopped by an old man.
“Hello there. Who might you be?” The man asked.
Adie grinned. “Do you have a cousin named Sven?”
The old man smiled back. “No, but I have a barber named Dominique.” He then bowed. “Oleff. Third generation Root., son of Enoch, Lodge Forty Two, Frog. Captain.”
“Sixth generation Alie, daughter of Buck Alie, Lodge One, Elk. Leftennant General.”
Oleff smiled. “Oh my. It is a pleasure to have you here, Miss Alie. What gives us the honor to have an Elk join us?”
“Well, I think someone’s trying to kill me. Or capture me. See, that was Sef’s original job.”
Oleff looked abashed. “Oh my. Oh my indeed. My infinite apologies, Miss Alie. Had I known, I would have never taken the dispatch. You see, I am the dispatch general, and overall boss of the Union Center. Please, follow me! We will collect Sef.” And with that, the three of them strolled into the zoid stables.
They went down a few rows of stables, passing several impressive small and medium zoids.
Oleff explained, “These are our smaller stables. We will be sure to board your Genius Wolf here as soon as we can unload. I see he has suffered some damage?”
Adie shrugged. “Talk to the tall boy, not me.”
“My apologies, young sir. I did not mean to overlook you.”
“It’s all right.” Timbre said with a shrug. “Vector was beat up pretty bad by Sef and his Glow Fox.”
“Yes, Sef is one of our best pilots. Ah, here he is.”
It was pretty easy to track down Sef now, his cooing was quite audible, even over the ambient noise of the stables. Of course, when the reason for Sef’s cooing came into view, Timbre was quite taken aback.
No, literally taken aback. He nearly jumped several feet back, as he saw exactly what it is that Sef was hugging. Because Sef was sprawled out over the nose of one of the most imposing, armed, and downright SCARY zoids Timbre had ever seen.
“Sef!” Timbre yelled.
Sef looked up for a moment from his snuggles. “Yes?”
“When you said Tornado was a dog, YOU FAILED TO MENTION THAT HE WAS A ZEEKDOBER.”
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``Sir William of Deloraine, good at need,
Mount thee on the wightest steed;
Spare not to spur, nor stint to ride,
Until thou come to fair Tweedside;
And in Melrose's holy pile
---
“And that’s how we solved the mystery of Groom Lake!” Sef finished, a big grin on his face.
Timbre groaned. “Sef, please. Stop talking about your dog and the zany adventures you’ve had with him.”
“Why? It’s the only thing I can talk about without getting into an argument with Adie.”
“This is because you don’t present bloody stupid opinions in your tales of mutt related heroism.” Adie snapped back.
It had been a long two days of driving, and all parties within the Gustav were getting somewhat sick of it. It was quickly discovered that Sef and Adie had quite… complex personalities. They were perfectly nice people, of course, but something in them just made them seek out conflict. They would argue about ANYTHING. It was all good natured, of course, but Timbre being the peace-loving soul he was, could not stand it. So, for Timbre’s sake, Sef and Adie pretty much avoided talking directly to one another. Sef could not stand to keep quiet for long, though. He soon launched into a very long set of tales about the adventures of his dog, Tornado.
And there were quite a few. Timbre knew Sef was making a lot of them up, but it was still more interesting then nothing. Or, it was, until the tales got a bit too tall, and a bit too long.
The three had been taking turns driving, only stopping for a quick meal and wash at a lonely road-stop. As they went deeper into the interior, things became more and more spread out, sparse, and boring. The prairie fields turned into wasteland, and wasteland into rocky badlands. They were driving through a canyon now, flanked on all sides by towering red rock. It was inspiring, to say the least. But a bit imposing. Timbre was wary, but Sef assured them that there was no problem with bandits around here. The Union did a pretty good job of policing the areas immediate to their home range.
“Allrighty, we’ll be there in just a few more minutes, guys.” Sef said, pulling the Gustav around a tight bend. “Past this bend, we start to go up a hill to the Union plateau. Right on top is the Union Center.”
“What kind of place is it, Sef?” Timbre asked.
“It’s pretty awesome. It was some kinda monastery or hotel or something before the Dust. Really gothic stone structure, really awesome and imposing. The original founders dug it out, and used it as a home base. They then put up two zoid stables and garages up on the flanks. Really put a lot of work into ‘em to make them match up with the Center. So, the garages go out at a kinda 60 degree angle from the corners of the Center, so this forms a kinda courtyard in the front. If you go past the Center for two hours, you hit Line Town. They drive cattle and stuff there, and got some kickin restaurants and bars for the cattle boys and us Union boys.
“How many people are in the Union?”
“About sixty active service workers. We kinda filter in and out of the place. It’s more of a dispatch usually. But if we got broke zoids, or need to crash down, or need to train, or get paid, we head in. There’s about forty support guys and girls that live full-time either in the Center, or in Line Town. Then we got part-timers that pop in every now and again, usually run a few jobs then disappear for a few months to spend their cash. It can be kinda lucrative if they run something really dangerous.”
“Wow. You make a lot?” Adie asked, somewhat interested. And this was something that colud not be made an argument of.
“Well, it depends on the job. This one was pretty good, begging your pardon. Sorry about your co-workers.”
“I told you, they were kinda assholes anyway. Jerks, really.” Adie replied, then taking a swig from her flask. She was happily sauced again, and quite amiable.
“Anyhoo, some jobs are lucrative, but that’s because they are dangerous, or take a long-ass time. Kidnappings and bounty work are cool, but if you screw up, or loose the bounty, it’s a huge loss. Most of our stuff is contract work, where we rent out security services for smaller towns and cities that need some bulk for their defense. And, sometimes, we get rented out for real heavy-duty fighting. So, I’d say I make a decent amount. Got my own bit of savings, but nothing to retire on, really. We don’t do a lot of retirement planning. And here we are!”
They pulled over the crest of the hill, onto a flat plateau. It was a good sized plateau, several square miles in size. The Center was clearly visible from the road, and it was an imposing structure. Stone hauled from the surrounding badlands had been hewn into massive blocks, and settled down to create a main structure that was taller then a Gojulas. Four spire bellowers marked each corner, and sweeping arches decorated the outside.
Speaking of Gojulas, there was one on he road ahead of them. An old silver model, devoid of the signature CP-10 Orge cannons.
A voice crackled in over the radio. “Heave too and identify, green gustav.”
Sef keyed in the radio. “Mike, it’s me, Sef.”
A laugh. “I thought it might be. Where the hell did you get a Gustav and a Genius Wolf?”
“Long story. Is Tornado okay?”
“All fixed up and like new. You’ll have him up and out in no time.”
“Yay!” Sef giggled, quite un-characteristically. It scared Timbre.
“What was wrong with Tornado?” Timbre asked.
“He broke his leg and got all kinds of hurt on my last mission. I had to leave him behind this time, and bring the Glow Fox out instead.”
“Wait, what? The Glow Fox isn‘t your zoid?”
“Oh hell no. I hate foxes.”
“Wait, then what do you pilot?”
Timbre did not get an answer, because the moment Sef pulled into the courtyard, he popped the hatch and sprinted for the nearest zoid stable. “Tornado Puppyface McFluffFluff! Cutielumps, I’m HOME!”
Timbre and Adie’s confusion was complete as they hopped out, intent on following Sef into the stables. But they were stopped by an old man.
“Hello there. Who might you be?” The man asked.
Adie grinned. “Do you have a cousin named Sven?”
The old man smiled back. “No, but I have a barber named Dominique.” He then bowed. “Oleff. Third generation Root., son of Enoch, Lodge Forty Two, Frog. Captain.”
“Sixth generation Alie, daughter of Buck Alie, Lodge One, Elk. Leftennant General.”
Oleff smiled. “Oh my. It is a pleasure to have you here, Miss Alie. What gives us the honor to have an Elk join us?”
“Well, I think someone’s trying to kill me. Or capture me. See, that was Sef’s original job.”
Oleff looked abashed. “Oh my. Oh my indeed. My infinite apologies, Miss Alie. Had I known, I would have never taken the dispatch. You see, I am the dispatch general, and overall boss of the Union Center. Please, follow me! We will collect Sef.” And with that, the three of them strolled into the zoid stables.
They went down a few rows of stables, passing several impressive small and medium zoids.
Oleff explained, “These are our smaller stables. We will be sure to board your Genius Wolf here as soon as we can unload. I see he has suffered some damage?”
Adie shrugged. “Talk to the tall boy, not me.”
“My apologies, young sir. I did not mean to overlook you.”
“It’s all right.” Timbre said with a shrug. “Vector was beat up pretty bad by Sef and his Glow Fox.”
“Yes, Sef is one of our best pilots. Ah, here he is.”
It was pretty easy to track down Sef now, his cooing was quite audible, even over the ambient noise of the stables. Of course, when the reason for Sef’s cooing came into view, Timbre was quite taken aback.
No, literally taken aback. He nearly jumped several feet back, as he saw exactly what it is that Sef was hugging. Because Sef was sprawled out over the nose of one of the most imposing, armed, and downright SCARY zoids Timbre had ever seen.
“Sef!” Timbre yelled.
Sef looked up for a moment from his snuggles. “Yes?”
“When you said Tornado was a dog, YOU FAILED TO MENTION THAT HE WAS A ZEEKDOBER.”
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