[Purple-United Hives]
[Light Blue-Chicago Confederation]
[Orange-Kingdom of Motor]
[Dark Green-DragonLands]
[Light Brown-State of Nickel (In a PU with Motor)]
[Light Gray-Equestrian Alliance Occupation Zone]
[Black-Pandemon]
(Apologies for the bad quality images, my computer is a bit shit…)
“‘Ou wouwdn’t bewiebe what Ewwah heawd about that pwace Mason, it’s basicawwy nonstop pawty at dah occupation zone! Dah wumows fwuffy heawd fwom that pwace am cwazy, sounds wike a pawadise whewe goin’ to…”
“dewe bestes’ be whowes dewe, am dyin’ fo’ some action…”
"Fucking heww Mason! ‘Ou am a disgustin’ fuck sometimes, y’know that!?
“Hey if Mason am goin’ die in waw, I’d best’ wan’ to fuck one wast’ time!”
“Yeah suwe…”
[A excerpt from a conversation between two Motor soldiers, them on their way to the occupation zone]
[One Month after Chapter 8, early Summer]
As we crossed out of the Nickel City area I got one last good look at it, as I knew I might never see it or civilized society again. The mood in the wagon was quiet, me and my comrades knew that this could be it, the end… And with most of the Royal Guard following us, we knew that we’d be the last new arrivals before fighting actually begins. Dar looking up slightly speaks, trying to pass the time.
“Anyone know why dey sent us out su wate? Had us up in Nickew City fo’ what fewt wike fowebah…”
I speak an answer, it not being confirmed but I thought what was true.
“Dey sent us wastes’ ‘cos of ouw wank Emiwy thinks, commandews an’ officiaws am giben dah most time to pwepawe.”
Ix suddenly speaks. It bit surprising to us since she had been pretty quiet for the last few days, since we got the news from the Hives…
" I still can’t believe Viltra is dead…"
Charles speaks.
“It was bound to happen soonah ow watew, nobody wibes fowebah.”
Ix adds on.
“Charles you don’t get it, she was there at the very beginning. Almost all Changelings are descended from her, and now she’s gone! Imagine for a minute Charles if Soul or Velvet had lived as long as her, and now had only just died. It’s unbelievable…”
Charles looks down, slightly regretting speaking. And I ask a question, a bit curious.
“‘Ou know who’s goin’ to wepwace hew?”
Ix speaks.
“Back in the early days of the Hive, and I mean really really early days. Viltra had issued a proclamation after the hatching of her first Queen Daughter Mambi, basically detailing how government would work and setting traditions. One of the outlines of it was succession in case some horrible accident happened. The Grand Queen Council, the meeting of Changeling Queens where they elect one of there own.”
I ask another question, me now getting extremely curious.
“Who do 'ou think wiww be dah next Gwand Queen?”
Ix speaks.
“I’m thinking probably Mambi, but she’s getting on in years though. Vela could be a good fit with her successful diplomatic mission but I don’t know, Mambi is her mother and racing against her isn’t a good look.”
Dar speaks, him listening on our conversation and looking more and more confused as we went on.
“Daw am confused. When we saw Biwtwa she was massibe, wawgest cweatuwe Daw ebah saw. Just how wiww dey wemobe dah body?”
Ix gives a sour look and speaks, obviously not liking Dar’s comment.
“Oh we have a way of removing the body and I’d tell you, but I don’t want to ruin my appetite…”
After that there were no more questions about Viltra, Changelings or the Hive.
After a few hours we saw the first of the camps, them starting small at first. With some camps only being a few dozen tents, or others just one large mega tent. But soon enough we started seeing “Tent Cities” The amount of people living here boarding on ridiculous. And one of these Tent Cities “Camp LongPine” is where we would be staying. Entering the place and getting an up close look at it, I spoke to the others with me only thinking one thing.
“What a shithowe!”
I meant that both figuratively and literally, as the roads were covered in both Racoon shit and garbage. The place the was complete mess, reeked of smells I would rather not say, and just generally looked like a landfill. As the wagons kept going I got a look at the soldiers stationed here, them seeming not to have a care in the world and partying and getting drunk. And who was at the camp was a bit unusual to, of course there were the Motor soldiers with a few Talon Knights tents scattered around, but what made it unusual was the actual normal Chicago military, the first time I ever saw them (They wore mostly leather, with some added on thin metal plating. Half of them Griffon, other half Fluffy)
Making it to the center of the Camp we stopped at a surprisingly clear section on land. It not being that large, but there was enough space for a large commander’s tent, a large wooden board with multiple papers posted on it, and of course the wagons. As the wagons come to a stop I and my comrades get off and begin heading towards the large tent, the rest of the Royal Guard staying put. Making it to the entrance I look over at a small sign, it naming this Camp’s commander.
[Headquarters of camp Commander and Duke of New Junction, Somer Hippal]
I ring the bell and Charles speaks, him having a tone and look of annoyance.
“Weawwy some nobwe am weadin’ dis pwace? Who wan’‘s to bet he’s nebah eben hewd weapon in his wife befowe comin’ hewe…”
The Tent opens, and we see the Noble.
Somer was a short plump Pegasus closing in on middle age, having a muddied white coat and a thin dark orange mane. Charles when looking at him knew that he was wrong. Somer was mean looking, with a seemingly permanent snarl across his jaded face. Somer speaks, looking at us with contempt.
“Dah Woyaw Guawd am hewe… Am Enoch wiff yeah?”
Charles speaks, trying to match Somer’s tone.
“Enoch am in stabwewot, a smaww powtion of us has stayed behind. Dah west am hewe whewe hewe to win dis thing.”
Somer gives a one off comment as he moves out of the way to let us in.
“typicaw… Get inside.”
We start heading in and Somer heads out to speak with the rest of the Royal Guard.
“DAH WOCATION OF AM TENTS AM ON DAH BOAWD, NAO FUCKIN GET DEWE!”
I felt myself giving a long sigh as we walked deeper in the tent.
Despite Somer’s nobility there was almost nothing of luxury inside the tent, just a basic bed, kitchen, and most important of all planning room. We sat at the planning room, seeing the massive map of the area, and tiny flags that were supposed to represent armies. (Each flag was a different color based on the armies nation) Once we all sat, Somer came in speaking.
“Nao wet’s make dis quick, Enoch that bastawd wants me doin’ twewbe things at once…”
I was about to speak, offended by the “Bastard” remark but Somer catches me and speaks first.
“He ain’t hewe! Twy doin’ my job, 'ou’d say dah same.”
Reluctantly I stay quiet, with Somer pointing to the map and speaking.
“Dah fiwst wabe mobes out tomowwow, it bein’ mostwy Motow twoops wiff some bewy skiwwed Tawon knites an’ catapuwts cobewin’ them. I expect heaby wesistance once we cwoss dah pandemon bowdew, Nuuk’s am goin’ to put up one heww of a fite.”
Charles speaks.
“An’ dah Woyaw Guawd, us?”
Somer rubs his chin and speaks.
“If wewe abwe to push into Pandemon an’ secuwe some of it’s tewwitowy, ‘ou an’ dah guawd wiww mawch in an’ be one of dah main awmies weadin’ dah pwimawy offensibe. If not, weww am goin’ to be apawt of the second wabe…”
Somer gives a short sigh, speaking as he looks at the tent.
“Nao get out of hewe, Somah has wowk to do…”
With that we left, us heading towards the Royal Guard site.
Getting there, it wasn’t that bad. Seemed generally more clean than the rest of the camp, and didn’t reek like death… We went to one of the few tents still left unclaimed, and sat down. Us taking off our gear as I spoke, trying to sound positive.
“At weast wewe nao goin’ to be dah fiwst wabe, that gud.”
Dar speaks, my attempt obviously failing.
“Heww nu can bewiebe dis am actuawwy happenin’ fo’ weaw, fewt wike yestewday when daw got sent out fo’ twainin’.”
Charles speaks.
“C’mon Daw we suwbibed things just wike dis in dah past, wewe gon’ get fwooh dis.”
Dar speaks.
“Webewend didn’t…”
After that nobody spoke to each other and soon we began falling asleep. It taking me a bit longer to fall asleep though, Dar’s words sticking to me like glue. Fin
Thank you for reading my story, the first part of Chapter 9 complete! 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!