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For the first time in a while I'm translating and naturally it the pirate chapter.
“He wakes up, Manon. Go fetch the ancient one for me now.”
The small disheveled girl went through the unique, muddy streets of the hamlet where she lived with her parents, her brothers, and her sisters. The ancient one resided in a cottage at least as old as its inhabitant. The wood that it was made from let in the heat of summer and the biting cold of winter. But the elderly lady did not care, because the summers in this region of the lands of Guem were not so hot and the winters were rather mild as well. Manon drummed on the door by calling the ancient whose age hadn’t affected her hearing.
The small thread, my little Manon,” exclaimed the ancient one opening the door, “what do you want?”
“The gentleman who was found near the cliff has just woken up.”
“Ah! Okay, take my bag and help me to your house, we will see to our patient.”
When they arrived at the man who they had collected two days earlier was sitting on the edge of the bed and was talking with Manon’s father.
His jacket covered with blood was placed at the foot of the bed showed the military origins of the injured. The rest of his outfit confirmed that from the officer's pants. His boots were well maintained, but were partially covered with mud at that moment. The head of this poor man was wrapped in several layers of strips of cloth of dubious cleanliness. The pain was unbearable and his right eye was extraordinarily swollen. He remembered only snippets of the past few days. He saw himself on a ship; the ship might have been pursuing something or someone.
“I found myself in the midst of flaming debris; my head and face were bleeding. I lost consciousness and you found me,” said the commander.
“Let me see your injury, Malderez, sir. You have the marking of the White Islands on your uniform. That is far from here. You do not remember why you came here?” Asked the ancient one as she gently removed the dressing.
“I wish I could tell you, but I really do not know.”
“Take your time it will come back to you,” said the former, “you are at home here. Your wounds are not infected,” she said through a kind of ointment terribly foul odor. Relax.
The day passed without Malderez being able to restore any of his memories, and when night came he would sleep in disarray. His sleep was more than agitated; his dreams were only waves of relentless images. He found himself on a small flying ship; he seemed to look for someone. A moment later, a few feet below him, he spotted a tall man running around the trees trying to hide from him. Malderez would not let go of his his prey and the fugitive was unable to escape. That's when a storm broke over him. Black and red clouds swelled before his eyes. Then a red lightning struck his ship and it was the accident. He saw himself trying to get back on track, but his ship refused to react. He woke up from the violent shock finding himself breathless and sweaty. He remembered now, the hunting accident, the fact that he was found here, everything was clear. He got up and dressed poorly in spite of his considerable headache. Alerted by the noise, Manon's father knocked on the door of his guest.
“Are you okay?”
But no answer came, so he ventured to the door which was ajar and beheld the recovering being putting on cloth.
“No, you should remain in bed, your still injured.”
“I cannot stay, my memories have come back and I know why I'm in this region far from the White Islands. Can you take me to the debris of my ship please?”
“Now? But we're in the middle of the night.”
“I know I'm asking a lot. You will be compensated for all the worry I've caused you. This is really important, it is a matter of ... security.”
“Anyway, I will not let you go alone, the surroundings are infested with gray Volks.”
“Thank you.”
Several hours later, the two men arrived at the scene of the accident. There were bits of wood, metal, a ripped tree, and others charred parts everywhere. Malderez began to shift through the debris looking for something in particular.
“There is not much here, commander.”
“What I'm looking for cannot break or be destroyed. It is a sphere of metal copper color, perhaps in a box if that had withstood the shock.”
“What is it?”
“It will enable me to contact the Arc-kadia, the flagship of the Bramamir fleet. I was in pursuit of a fugitive when the accident occurred, I must warn the Admiral, because it is vital that we manage to capture him. The accident took place the day before yesterday, did it not?”
“Yes, it did”
“In that case nothing is lost, it can only go to the Eltarite forest, we can largely intercept it there,” he continued his search.
“Say that would not be that it, would it?” Manon's father said pointing at something partly covered with earth.
Malderez got rid of the ashes and earth to find what he was looking for.
“Yes, great! Thank you, very much,” said the commander, while examining the sphere. "Lets see ..."
The commander turned out to be a mage, not a mere soldier. The magic was diffused from his hands to activate the sphere and it started to rattle inside. Then the plates started to move to the surface to form a small tripod, and the upper part opened with a grinding wheels. Inside a blue crystal was inserted in a tangle of machinery. After dropping the object on the ground the blue crystal began to flicker and emit a slight hum. It was a mix between the mechanical and magic, typically the kind of technology that was born in Bramamir. Since directed the White Islands, the company had improved and the technology had evolved, mainly through the help of other nations like the Draconia for example. A relief image appeared it was the Admiral in person.
“Malderez, where you been? Two days we are without that news.”
“I'm sorry, Admiral, I had an accident. I went and found the fugitive, but my ship was hit by a line of red lightning. The ship ran aground and was totally destroyed. The locals had gathered me up and taken care of me during that time, I been out for a whole day."
“We will pick you up. And the fugitive, where did he go?”
“This area is lined with cliffs and a plain interspersed with trees toward the Eltarite forest. Even with power he would need four days to get to the forest to escape.”
“That will not happen. We will be over you in two hours. Done.”
The crystal ceased to project images and the sphere closed slowly.
The Arc-kadia sailed through the air, just above a group of trees battered by a strong wind, which was blowing branches here and there. The crew had recovered , who was still weak because of his injuries. Thanks to his valuable insights the Admiral had finally locate the fugitive who was hiding well, but was on the verge of exhaustion. His exhaustion was from his feat of escaping Draconia and having arrived there in a record time. But now the whole world was looking for him and the noose had tightened more. The forest was not far away and with it the promise of a respite, probably short, but at least the time for him to think about a plan, a loophole. But unfortunately it was not going to be this time, because for the second time since he paced the land these cursed Guemeins as he called them put their hands on him. Aboard the Arc-Kadia the signal for battle was given. The crew prepared grappling hooks and chains in preparation for the next arrest the fugitive. The tactic was in fact fairly simple. The Arc-kadia having a speed increase much faster than , the Admiral decided to let all the men she could to surround and trap him. Once in the net, the rest was merely a formality. This was exactly how for the second time, the Stranger was capture. But this time, thanks to past mistakes, the cage to hold the prisoner was suitable.
And what better the reason to attach the cage to anchor of the Arc-kadia? If freed this time there, it would be death.
Are they sure that the The Stranger, can't survive a fall from certain heights?
Should the Stranger just get it over with and change his name to the Fugitive or the Captured?
And any guesses at how long it will take Commander Malderez to recover, since their chief medic vanished?
Challenge for this week complete the trophy with only pirate... wait, that might be two of a challenge seeing a pirate mages and pirate mechs can both raise their defense.
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Ty Boadicea for the awesome farewell gift. Now just to think up an avatar to go with it. Anyway, I'm still a Sap/Nomad/Pirates fan and user.
Dernière édition par Pikadusk le 18 Avril 2013, 18:42, édité 4 fois.
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