“I need you boys to put of you’re best performance, the fine people of Motor need to know their saviors have arrived!”
[A quote from GrandMaster Vissarman to his Knights as they rest only a few miles from Inner Motor]
[Pov Charles]
It had been about 2 weeks since training had started, and to be completely honest things were actually going pretty well. Of course with that whole incident involving Ix and the recruit in the beginning, it seemed like a bad omen but no just a drunk Asshole. Then less than a week later our numbers dropped from 150 to 95 (Including that drunkard, thank Anu) With most of them leaving due to health conditions, or simply not having the heart. But still over the two weeks of physical training, things went smoothly and all of us instructors got used to our roles. And Quin finally showing up after 4 whole days of not coming in, her excuse being “Oh Chawwes gib Quin a bweak, I needed to find a tempowawy wesidence fit fo’ a pewson of impowtance wike fwuffy!” (That mare gets on my nerves more and more!) As the sunset fell on the second week of training it was my turn to address the now toned recruits, and as they formed into position I spoke in a firm but still casual tone.
“Chawwes saw wots of gud wowk today, most excewwent! We hab just dis next week weft befowe we can begin twainin’ wiff weapons. Dismissed!”
The recruits begin heading towards their bunks, and I head towards the instructors quarters, ready to begin another normal day of training.
I was awoken by the sounds of a panicked Tethius, him running and shouting towards our quarters.
“WAKIES, WAKIES! TETHIUS NEEDS 'OU UP NAO!”
Startled I fall out of bed and as I land on the floor Tethius speaks again, this time slightly more calmed.
“Dewe goin’ be hewe any houw, we nee’ dis pwace in pwistine condition!”
What!? I look up to see that the sun had barely started to rise and as I get up annoyed and confused, WingScratch shouts her anger obvious.
“What the hell Tethius, you nearly gave me a fucking heart attack! What are you even doing here!”
Everyone was now wide awake and looking at Tethius, and when he sees that he has everyone’s attention he speaks, with a bit of excitement in his voice.
“Tethius just got news wess den an houw befowe hoobe, aww 3 of Chicago’s weadews am comin’ hewe today!”
There was a brief moment of silence than Ix spoke, her voice radiating happiness.
“There coming here to help us, Emily and Dar did it.”
Ix was right they did, they made it! Any former annoyance had now been completly evaporated and as I begin to put on my armor, WingScratch speaks, the tone in her voice low.
“Are you really bringing them right here, are you crazy! If they see me or Ix…Dammit Tethius! Why didn’t you just use the building in the government district!?”
WingScratch had a point, if they saw either Ix or especially WingScratch it could have lead to complications or even jeopardizing the visit. Tethius rubs his chin and after a few seconds speaks.
“Dah buiwdin’ am cuwwentwy goin’ undah wenobations fo’ dah cowonation, dah entiwe pwace am mostwy gutted nao. Su dis am dah beste’ pwace we got.”
I speak.
“An’ Enoch, am he hewe?”
Tethius replies.
“He an’ dah woyaw famiwy weft stabwewot not wong ago, dey am meetin’ up wiff ouw guests eawwy, to get to know them.”
As Tethius begins walking out he speaks one last time.
“I’d get dis pwace weady, an’ pwepawe dah wecwuits. Dis pwace needs to be fit fo’ a king, asap! See 'ou in a few houws.”
With that he leaves, leaving us in command.
As we exited and headed towards the mustering grounds, Mac rung the camp bell and soon dozens of recruits lined up, ready for their assignment. Since it was Ix’s turn to speak today, she went up and spoke.
“Today is a very special day! We had just gotten the information that the leadership of Chicago will be arriving at this location, Today!”
Gasps and whispers instantly broke out amongst the crowd, Ix continued.
“Today’s physical training will be canceled as you are all needed to get this camp in pristine condition, this place needs to be spotless when they get here!”
I, WingScratch, Mac & Dac begin handing out assignments to each bunk and as we do Ix speaks, sounding a but mad.
“Quin come here now!”
I turn to look and see Quin entering the fort, her seeming not to have a care in the world. As she approaches Ix, they both argue and I’m unable to hear most of what their saying, only a small snippet from Quin.
“Quin needs hew beauty sweep!”
After around 3 hours of nonstop cleaning, Camp Driscoll looked spotless. All of the windows were cleaned, and pieces of trash thrown away, the wooden floors waxed until they shined. Now all that was left was the waiting, and since the recruits worked hard I and the other instructors allowed them to stay in their bunks until we rung the bell. Than as I lay in the midsummer sun I head running, than Tethius’s voice echo throughout the Camp.
“Get youwsewbes weady, theiw comin’ up dah stweet wite nao! An’ dey bwought whowe tawon awmy wiff em!”
A whole army, what the hell!? Do they think were just about to go war! Dac is the one who rings the bell and as he does, the recruits rush out and get into a at ease position. As Tethius comes and meets us and looks over to WingScratch and Ix and speaks.
“Head inside ‘ou two, dis meetin’ am to impowtant!”
Ix gives an understanding sigh and begins heading inside, while WingScratch just leaves. And as I look at Ix I couldn’t help but feel sorry, this was beyond her control. Than as I turn to look at the gate, the ground begins to shake and before we even had a chance to react, they were here.
The giant 4 Raccoon carriage could barely fit through the camp’s gate, it’s extravagant splendor completely abstract to the humble camp. immediately following the large carriage we could see a dozen or so smaller military carriages following it, all of them packed with Talon Knight’s. As they all came to a stop a few of the Talon knights exited their wagons and headed over to the door of the carriage, lining up with there weapons drawn. Than one of the Knights who wore a special yellow stripped helmet, went up to the door and spoke.
"May I present GrandMaster Vissarman, Royal Governor SourBeak, Royal Governor Fellie, and finally King Enoch of Motor and his family! The door opens I see several figures walk out.
I instantly could recognize Enoch and his family. Both Roxy and Jasmine looked to be in good spirits with Enoch actually laughing, like he just heard a funny joke from the figure walking next to him, who it didn’t take long for me to figure out who. He was a graying beige feathered older puffy with a large build, who wore fine chainmail armor with a white cloth covering it and a black cape, GrandMaster Vissarman. Both Enoch and Vissarman seemed to be deep in conversation and when they walked slightly away from the door, towards us. I could see the other Royal Governor’s. The fluffy in the group was a young unicorn mare with a dark purple coat and black mane, with her currently trying not to get dirt on what looked to be a very expensive gown, Governor Fellie. Next to her was a short blue feathered puffy about the same age as Vissarman, he had on a slightly ragged overcoat and a hat that slightly pointed up due to the large round glasses that made his eyes look twice the size, Governor SourBeak. Enoch and Vissarman approached us and once they got there I and the other instructors gave a bow to Enoch, with him nodding his head. Before Enoch had the chance to speak, Vissarman does, him sounding a bit confused.
“Tethius is it? Do you know where Emily and Dar are, I’d like to give them my personal welcome.”
Tethius speaks, sounding confused.
“What do 'ou mean?”
Vissarman adds on.
“They left Chicago about a week after contacting us, I assumed they returned here!”
There was an awkward few seconds between Enoch and Tethius but Eventually Vissarman just laughs and speaks.
“Ah, I get it! Soldiers who show that amount of competence are given the most important of missions. Scouting out east I bet?”
Tethius gives a nod and speaks, him giving his best smile.
“it’s gud am hewe, we hab sewbants awweady pwepawin’ feast in honow of aww fwee of 'ou!”
We all begin walking towards the mess hall (By now it had been converted into a proper dining area) And Vissarman turns towards a Talon guard, speaking in a much more rude and commanding voice.
“You, go get the wine in the Carriage!”
The Talon Knight nods and begins heading there, Vissarman speaks again.
“The wine in those bottles are over 80 years old, be careful!”
As we all take our seats, I am sat next to Tethius and Mac. I speak looking at Tethius.
“What’s wiff dah whowe awmy tethius!? Why am aww these tawon sowdiews hewe?”
Tethius speaks.
“Most of dah sowdiews ain’t goin’ to be hewe wong Chawwes, most of them am speciawized scouts.”
I speak still confused.
“And!?”
"Dewe headin’ to Nickew Cities countwyside, out scoutin’ dah wocation.
As the food starts being brought out, Enoch rises from his seat at the upper center table and speaks, a large smile on his face and holding a mug.
“To ouw Chicago fwiends, ouw bwothewhood wast’ thousand genewations!”
Both SourBeak and Fellie smiled and started getting up as they saw an opportunity to give the toast, but Vissarman quickly forced them back down and got up, raising his mug and speaking.
“To our Motor friends! May us help you in the defense of you’re nation like you helped us 100 years ago in the defense of ours against the Changeling menace!”
Both mugs hit and Enoch and Vissarman hold each others shoulder smiling. While they do that I speak silently to myself.
“When dey discobah what Emiwy an’ Daw am actuawwy up to, whewe on thin ice…”
Tethius looks at me having the look, like he was thinking the same thing. He looks forward and speaks quietly.
“Thin ice…” Fin
Thank you for reading my story! I hope to have the next part done in a few day’s to a week and of course constructive criticism is appreciated. May you have a good day!