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Post by Imperator on Jan 12, 2014 18:04:54 GMT -6
Maxim took a sip from his glass then wiped any left over drops from his lips and sighed in relief from the more than welcome drink. "Leading them? In what way exactly?"
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Post by guycoolspore2 on Jan 12, 2014 18:39:32 GMT -6
Jordan felt awkward standing at attention there. Though he was a slave, he could still feel embarrassed as he was shirtless in front of both his new master and his... Granddaughter? No, no. Not old enough to be a daughter. Assistant. Perhaps that was what she was.
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Post by kain17335 on Jan 13, 2014 14:34:42 GMT -6
"Every unit is given an officer to watch over them, make sure they don't get adventurous." The officer smirked, Maxim was not an officer. But this was always how they were made. Usually as groups that can be sent off on missions without much of a care whether they came back or not. If they did, however. Then the person leading them would be rewarded. The first little mission that had been given to Maxim was merely a preliminary test to get rid of anyone too weak for this life.
Dymlin grunted, beckoning the young slave in. He nodded to the slaver and gave him a small envelope before closing the door. Dealing with slavers was not the old mans favourite thing to do, but an extra pair of hands would always be helpful. Seen as people able to wield a spanner were very rare in High Lagoon. "Welcome to your new home, boy." he grunted, walking past the slave. "Now, I want this floor brushed and clean." passing a large thick bristled brush to the boy. The floor looked as if it hadn't been cleaned in years, dust and oil spots littered it like the spots of a dalmatian. He looked up, seeing Hermine in confusion and possibly even awe. Then, he remembered, he'd forgotten to even tell her that he was buying a slave in the first place... "Oh! I've bought a slave by the way, I meant to tell you but. My memory is not as it was." He said in almost an apologetic tone. Slowly waling around the tables to get back to his chair, constantly having to use the off piece of furniture to stabilise himself.
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Post by Imperator on Jan 13, 2014 15:38:40 GMT -6
Maxim almost chocked on his next sip. "Y-Yes, Sir. I'll make sure they come back. Or... What'll be left of them anyway." Maxim finished off the rest of his drink then stood up. "If you don't mind sir, I think I'll go retire for the night and to prepare for tomorrow."
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Post by guycoolspore2 on Jan 14, 2014 18:34:43 GMT -6
Kaiser nodded. "Right away, sir." He went to it, hoping no amount of car expertise was required for his ownership here. Most cars broke down overnight here in this area, so it was a rare commodity to see one. Train and Sled were the best ways of travel. There were the harbors as well, but they were frozen almost year-round.
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Post by kain17335 on Jan 16, 2014 16:51:22 GMT -6
"Good, good." Dymlin grunted,sitting down onto the chair, scratching his whiskers as he watched Hermine toy with her present. "Apparently it was one of the ones that created the Hermes Armour. The buggers buried in the snow outside are wearing upgraded versions of that hunk of metal."
"You may." the officer smiled, waving his hand in a dismissive fashion and he continued his drink. Looking at the soldiers across the room with almost a sadistic glare. Knowing that most of the men there would likely end up being buried in the snow.
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Post by Imperator on Jan 16, 2014 17:03:46 GMT -6
Maxim quickly left, and after a slightly more leisurely stroll than intended he finally made it back to the barracks. He made it to his bunk and got himself settled down to sleep. Or at least he tried. He was nervous about what tomorrow would bring, if he fucked up that was it... Game over.
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Post by kain17335 on Jan 19, 2014 15:35:04 GMT -6
"Now young lady, only an hour of that and your off to bed." Dymlin said in a rather fatherly fashion. Though the man shared no relation to the young girl she had stayed here for a few years now. Not that he ever tried to intrude on the privacy of her real family. He'd have hoped that the slave had come sooner, so that he could have slept at a decent time. But now he had to wait for the man to finish his job before retiring. Though it was doubtful he'd get much sleep anyway.
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Post by guycoolspore2 on Jan 19, 2014 16:17:45 GMT -6
It was no easy task. Oil and grime weren't exactly something Kaiser could say he dealt with every day. He just kept on scrubbing, the half hours passing. An hour later, he inspected the floor a few times more and sought out his new master, standing at attention.
"Anything else for you, sir?"
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Post by kain17335 on Jan 20, 2014 16:51:08 GMT -6
The night time in High Lagoon was exactly the same as the day. Everything stayed the same stone grey as the cities walls. Snow continuously tried to retake the land taken from it but to no avail. In a was, High Lagoon never truly slept. Slaves almost had different time zones so that they could do their work in peace. While the rich continued along their way. But the rich here were vastly different to that of the cities down below. Their world was a cold and hard place. Not filled with sunlight. It was even rare for someone born in High Lagoon to even see the sun itself. Let alone the many things that the ones down below had. Very little happened during the night, only one man was executed on the spot for trying to smuggle goods into the city. Which made it a peaceful one. But as soon as the early risers began to make their daily rounds, the day finally started anew.
The officer softly opened the door to the barracks. The creaking floorboards beneath him doing nothing to sway the would-be soldiers deep asleep before him. From what he'd seen of them last night they likely have hangovers now. It would be such a pity to make a loud noise during such a pinnacle time in their recovery. "Wakey waakeey!" the officer suddenly shouted. Pulling out a flugelhorn and making a sound that could only be likened to that of a dying cat. With that each and every man and women leapt up from their beds with a shout. As if thinking that they were under attack. The officer cackled in heretical laughter. Blowing the horn once more like cavalry were about to charge. "Come on! Get up! Get up! Get up!" he shouted, slapping the side of the man closest to him's leg with the side of his sword. The attack left no wound but cause the man to jolt out of bed and stand at attention in front of his bed. With all of the men thoroughly awoken in that near death experience, the officer shouted for Maxim, who was all ready and waiting outside. This happened every time. New men would join and forget about the fact that they have to wake up in the morning.
When Dymlin woke up, well, he wouldn't exactly call it waking up seen as the man never truly slept for longer than an hour. He swung himself up and out of the military cot bed in the corner of the workshop. The floor was cleaner, which was better. Easier on his feet as he tried to stand up. Taking a couple of tries and using the bedside table as support. The vehicle still lay dormant on the other side of the room. Ready and waiting to make the long haul back down below. To be mistreated by soldiers and on the way back, break again. How wonderful the life of a mechanic is in High Lagoon.
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Post by guycoolspore2 on Jan 20, 2014 16:56:56 GMT -6
Kaiser slept on. His dreams were... Slightly expected. They were of the day he faced. The master. His mind was trying to unravel the meaning of the day he gone through. It was all ADHD-like in the fact that the images he saw seemed to be replaced one by three by five by seven by twenty and then by one.
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Post by Imperator on Jan 20, 2014 17:02:55 GMT -6
Maxim winced as he heard the noise being made. He remembered the unpleasantness from past experiences. Maxim hurried in as soon as he heard his name, he knew not to keep the man waiting. "Ready and waiting, Sir."
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Post by Courier6ix on Jan 26, 2014 9:10:27 GMT -6
Dominik was up and ready as soon as he heard the first order. He laughed inwardly laughed at his pathetic comrades who were going to regret having more alcohol than necessary last night. Before the others had even opened their eyes, he was up and saluting, still as a statue, ready to go.
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Post by kain17335 on Jan 26, 2014 15:56:18 GMT -6
"Quiet!" The officer shouted, hearing one of the young men laugh. The man paced his way up and down the barracks. Inspecting each persons equipment. All seemed well,which almost surprised him after everything that had happened last night. Though one man did have a rather odd purple poppy shaped bruise on his left eye. A fight had ensued the night before over something that the officer himself did not care about. "I want you all ready and waiting outside in fifteen minutes!" the officer demanded. Today was the day they'd actually get a proper mission. May as well start as soon as possible. "Maxim, oversee that they do not take any longer." Leaving the room, with only Maxim there to make sure they did as they were told. Once the officer had left most of the men turned their heads to Maxim. Like dogs awaiting their master to pet them and go fetch.
Dymlin looked up, his clouded eyes only making out the blurry silhouette of his apprentice. He lent up from his cot, swinging himself out after many grunts and groans of arthritic pain. "Hello, young lady." he said, forcing a smile on his face. He grabbed his glasses that were beside him and put them on. Hands shaking as he did so. "Ah!" he said, almost jumping as he spoke. "I forgot your reward!" He stood up, arching himself backwards as his spin cracked back into place, though he almost fell over in the process. Upon opening up a small draw there were small brass tokens with "I pledge to give the bearer of this token the sum of 1 equivalent bag of fuel" imprinted on it. He took three from the draw and placed them in a small pile on a table in the middle of the workshop. "There you go, my dear." he said, making his way around the table to get the the vehicle that still towered over the people in the workshop. "Now I have to take this outside for it to be sent back down below". he grunted, opening the large brass plated door to reveal the inside of it. "I won't be long."
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Post by Imperator on Jan 26, 2014 16:12:12 GMT -6
Maxim smiled warmly at the men. Then his face suddenly turned stern and harsh,then he shouted. "Well go on then! What are you waiting for?!" Maxim positioned himself in front of the door, staring at the men and almost dared them to take longer than they were told to.
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