POWBlackie and his companions were met by the awaiting Eclipsian soldiers with shouts, jeers and rough shoves. They were lined up in a row and pushed onto their knees. Their hands were bound behind their backs. Blackie expected their imminent execution and braced himself for the end.Suddenly their captors stepped back and stood at attention at the approach of a large figure. He strode confidently through their ranks and stood before the prisoners. It was Marshal Schweinheim himself. He was an impressive figure. Tall and muscular, he wore a dull grey metal breastplate with a red and white flowing cape. In his hand was a savage looking mace dripping with blood.“What do we have here?” he asked in a deceptively friendly tone. A nasty smile stretched across his face revealing his yellow tusks.He walked along the prisoners, grabbing one by the neck and hauling him up face to face.“Weaklings… quitters… no fight! Isn’t one of you strong enough? Right here
Evading PatrolsWhitey was brought on board the ship and after a good feed and a wash was on the way to being his old self again. Indeed, having survived the battle and being stranded on a moon for over a month he risked sudden and painful death by patting Tanya on the rump.“If you value that hand I’d keep it to yourself in future!” Hissed Tanya icily.Whitey gulped and reconsidered his actions. Luckily Tanya’s discipline held and he escaped with merely a bruised ego.“Well, now that we’re all together, what should we do now?" Asked Nicky, trying to distract from the situation.“Well, one things for sure, a journey to Java-Ban is doomed to fail unless we get some assistance,” said Blackie. “Look, I think the best thing we can do is assess the situation on Furtopia. None of us have had any real news of the place since the invasion. Perhaps the occupation is not as complete or stable as we think. There’s got to be some resistance occurri
Please sign up
or login to post a critique.