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Chapter Six, Update Seven

Posted in StoryProper with tags , , , on September 26, 2010 by lucheek

An update! A real, live update! Unbeilivable, I know.

This is the last part of Chapter Six. I’ll condense it next week when Chapter Seven starts. Also, the Character Profiles and Art pages have been updated.. Thanks for reading everybody!

“Well, what should we do until then?” Kizo pondered.
Narl paused for a second, eyes focused but on nothing in particular. “Everybody needs to get back into the Strikers. A missing Floofnay will get the attention of the city.” Anaxandrea, Xof, and Kishi nodded and obediently dashed back to their ships. Chambo and Kizo stayed behind.
“If they decide to take the offense, we have no chance.” Chambo blurted out quickly. “We have to hope they keep up the isolation…”
“Even if they don’t take the offense, we won’t be able to be isolated for very long. We’ll need more supplies,” Narl replied, turning to look the black mrow in the eyes.
Kizo stretched his chest forward, his spine rolling in the smooth motion as he gestured with his arm. “Then what are we going to do? We have two ships with ground rifles on them. They’d hardly need to send more than one real battle unit and we’re all gone.”
“We’re going to have to hope they don’t attack the port directly, at the very least,” said Narl.
“Hope isn’t going to get us very far,” Kizo hissed dryly. Chambo put his thick hand on the gray one’s shoulder. Kizo turned, seeing that he was giving him a harsh face. Chambo agreed with the point Kizo made… but this was a reminder to be more respectful. Respect, or rather, nervousness around superiors, had been well taught to them before.
Narl looked down, twitching his ears back and forth as he thought. His lips mouthed words, but he said nothing and looked at nobody. “We need more supplies…more mrows…” He looked up and spoke more surely. “Right now we’re weak. We’re going to need a stronger force and more space to work with if we’re to win this.”
The words struck the others with paralyzation for a few moments. Despite all the great changes that had happened during such a short time, life felt like just a fleeting fight for survival as it had always been. To win this? They’re lives were no longer a reaction, but action. This…whatever ‘this’ was… wasn’t just them, but for many others…all the mrows.
The thoughts flew quickly threw the heads of everybody there, although nobody really thought the words themselves, but the feeling.
Kizo spoke out. “But where are we going to get that? We can’t take Vantessa, not now. Anywhere else would require us to go over Vantessa, too. We’re locked down here.”
Narl replied quicker than Kizo expected. “No… we can’t go to Vantessa. We’ll have to reach somewhere with free flight space.”
“Didn’t you hear me? There isn’t any place around here with free space. It’s all guarded…probably even more now!” Kizo exclaimed.
“Fums. There’s barely a ship near it ever,” Narl snapped.
“Fums?” Chambo repeated. “The prison…?”
Kizo laughed. “Yeah, why don’t we just admit defeat now and fly our selves straight to prison. Skip the middle step.”
“No,” Narl spoke firmly. “The mrows there will be more than willing to fight.”
Chambo rubbed his arm nervously. “Willing, yes, but I don’t know if any Fums cast-offs will have any strength to do so.”
“We’ll feed them…” He mused. “I hear rumours, too, that Fums is littered with reckage of ships that were raided and destroyed by the cast-offs. Maybe some of it is savagable for us?”
“We barely have enough food as it is,” said Kizo weakly.
Chambo nodded. “That’s true… but I think it’s our only option at the moment. It can’t hurt to have more bodies.”
Kizo grumbled. There weren’t many choices available to them… it was a desperate plan, indeed.
“Tommorow. We’ll take some of this food here and fly to Fums, and bring back some recruits,” Narl commanded. “Hopefully the flight space between here and that wretched rock isn’t patrolled at all. We’ll be able to make multiple trips.”
“I can’t imagine the Gowaks would waste much time with Fums…it’s point is complete isolation, anyways.” Chambo affirmed the statement.
“We need to tell the others…” Narl mused, already beginning to walk briskly back to the port. “Then we’ll scavange the Floofnay.”