15min fic #93
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Title~ Mission Briefing
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 93. And~ stuff.
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“Gentlemen.”
Nimay defended one last blow from Melraan’s sword before turning to the General, who stood at the door to the barracks. Behind him, the archers, blade archers and pikemen of the Own lounged against the wall. Nimay’s shoulders slouched; there were only two reasons Rau brought the members of the Own together, and it wasn’t late enough to start heading for the ‘Thrai yet.
“You’re joking,” Melraan objected, reluctantly sheathing his sword.
Rau shook his head, then jerked it to indicate to the swordsmen to follow him. “We’ve got another mission.”
“We only just got back a week ago,” another of the swordsmen added.
The General shrugged. “That’s what the archers said. Come on.”
“And we barely had a month between the last two.”
“We had the whole Spring between the last two,” Rau said blandly. “This one’s only in the borderlands. If we do it right, we’ll be back in a month.”
Nimay narrowed her eyes at the General as she shoved her sword into its sheath and made her way to the group lounging behind him. They’d better be back in a month—she’d spent her last birthday on the road, in Silrona, no less. It was an experience she wasn’t willing to have again.
The King’s Own traipsed grudgingly into their General’s office, where they leaned backs against the wall, arms folded, to stare at the map on the opposite wall.
“Okay gents,” Rau began, obviously less than willing to set out again so soon, “The problem village is here.” He stuck his finger on the border due north of Ni-Yana, and Nimay could almost feel the relief sweep through the men as they stood straighter. The distance was barely a week’s ride.
“Sissillyan forces are trying to take the village again,” the General continued blandly.
Nol leaned forward to look past Nimay at Melraan. “Why ‘again’?” he asked quietly.
“They were causing trouble the year before you and Nimay got in,” the swordsman explained, “And two years before that… then again the previous year.”
Nimay thudded her head against the wall. This village was obviously going to be a problem spot for the duration of her time in the Own.
“Nimay,” Rau was saying, “You’ll obviously be leading us through the desert. Our job, once we get there, is obviously to send the Sissillyans back over the border. Questions?”
“How many are there?” Melraan asked.
“No more than fifty. Like I say, if we do it right we can be back here in a month.”
Nimay noticed Nol was tapping his elbow thoughtfully. “Why not just station half of Second or even Third Company up there? Or teach the villagers how to use weapons? It’d be much quicker and easier than sending us up there every time a Kazinian or two is seen in the village.”
Rau shrugged and rested back against his wall-map. “Ask Majesty. Other questions? Good. We leave tomorrow evening.”
Said to anyone else, ‘Ask Majesty’ would immediately put the matter to rest, but Nimay knew the prince intended to do just that.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ 15 minute fic, word 93. And~ stuff.
“Gentlemen.”
Nimay defended one last blow from Melraan’s sword before turning to the General, who stood at the door to the barracks. Behind him, the archers, blade archers and pikemen of the Own lounged against the wall. Nimay’s shoulders slouched; there were only two reasons Rau brought the members of the Own together, and it wasn’t late enough to start heading for the ‘Thrai yet.
“You’re joking,” Melraan objected, reluctantly sheathing his sword.
Rau shook his head, then jerked it to indicate to the swordsmen to follow him. “We’ve got another mission.”
“We only just got back a week ago,” another of the swordsmen added.
The General shrugged. “That’s what the archers said. Come on.”
“And we barely had a month between the last two.”
“We had the whole Spring between the last two,” Rau said blandly. “This one’s only in the borderlands. If we do it right, we’ll be back in a month.”
Nimay narrowed her eyes at the General as she shoved her sword into its sheath and made her way to the group lounging behind him. They’d better be back in a month—she’d spent her last birthday on the road, in Silrona, no less. It was an experience she wasn’t willing to have again.
The King’s Own traipsed grudgingly into their General’s office, where they leaned backs against the wall, arms folded, to stare at the map on the opposite wall.
“Okay gents,” Rau began, obviously less than willing to set out again so soon, “The problem village is here.” He stuck his finger on the border due north of Ni-Yana, and Nimay could almost feel the relief sweep through the men as they stood straighter. The distance was barely a week’s ride.
“Sissillyan forces are trying to take the village again,” the General continued blandly.
Nol leaned forward to look past Nimay at Melraan. “Why ‘again’?” he asked quietly.
“They were causing trouble the year before you and Nimay got in,” the swordsman explained, “And two years before that… then again the previous year.”
Nimay thudded her head against the wall. This village was obviously going to be a problem spot for the duration of her time in the Own.
“Nimay,” Rau was saying, “You’ll obviously be leading us through the desert. Our job, once we get there, is obviously to send the Sissillyans back over the border. Questions?”
“How many are there?” Melraan asked.
“No more than fifty. Like I say, if we do it right we can be back here in a month.”
Nimay noticed Nol was tapping his elbow thoughtfully. “Why not just station half of Second or even Third Company up there? Or teach the villagers how to use weapons? It’d be much quicker and easier than sending us up there every time a Kazinian or two is seen in the village.”
Rau shrugged and rested back against his wall-map. “Ask Majesty. Other questions? Good. We leave tomorrow evening.”
Said to anyone else, ‘Ask Majesty’ would immediately put the matter to rest, but Nimay knew the prince intended to do just that.