Chapter 1: New Orders

"Has that new order arrived yet?"

"Nope, not yet..."

"Well what the hells taking so long? Them slugs from Dali not make'n 'em fast enough?"

"I don't know boss...i just know that someone high up in Alexandria is getting peeved at us."

two men stood in a were-house south of Alexandria castle. They waited impatiently near a large

open door, apparently waiting for a cargo ship of some kind. The larger man, Wedge, stood leaning against the were-house wall, while the smaller man, Biggs, stood near the open door. Wedge looked

out the door and leaned back, huffing.

"This is starting to piss me off...how long does it take to get them here?" he said, looking

angrily at Biggs.

"Well wedge, i cant tell you...I'm not there to make em work." Biggs sighed. In the distance, the

soft whurr of propellers could be herd. Biggs and Wedge looked out and both heaved a sigh. A

wooden airship flew lazily towards the were-house, dropping altitude as it got closer. It landed outside

with a thud and an old man climbed down.

"Sorry fer the wait boys...had a bit o' trouble with the engine." he wheezed. Wedge rolled his

eyes.

"Just get the cargo door open so we can get these things out..." he said, walking around the

back. The old man nodded and climbed back up into the ship, opening the door to the rear of it. In the

ship were massive barrels and coffin shaped boxes.

"Ugh...i hate looking at these things...they always give me the creeps." Biggs said, lifting up

one of the boxes. He started down the ramp and came close to tripping over a rut in the ramp.

"Careful with that Biggs! Thats our ass your carrying!" wedge snapped, laying down a barrel so

he could roll it out. Biggs nodded and walked carefully to the were-house. He set the box down gently

and walked back to help Wedge.

"So, uh...who exactly wanted these things?" the old man asked, watching the two work.

"Thats classified info, gramps." Wedge said, pushing the barrel down to Biggs. Biggs caught it,

and started to roll it to the were house. Wedge lifted up a box and started to carry it, but as he did, he

tripped over the same rut that Biggs had.

"W-whoa!" he yelled, falling off onto the hard ground. The box fell with him, smashing open

beside him.

"Ah, damn it all!" he yelled, looking at the crumpled frame of the black mage. "This is just fan-

fucking-tastic!" he yelled, kicking the mage in the side.

"Careful Wedge, you might break it..." Biggs said in a hushed voice. Wedge scoffed and lifted

it up.

"You cant break dolls, dumb ass." he muttered, heaving the mage's body to the were-house. The

two of them continued to unload the ship till the sun rose over Alexandria castle, far in the distance.

The sun shone in through the cracks of the were-house walls. The mage that Wedge had tossed

aside moaned and got up. He sat down, rubbing the back of his head.

"Where am I?" he muttered. He stopped rubbing his head ,and looked around for his hat. He

lifted up the tattered, steepled hat and adjusted the tip of it so that it would fall to the side. He stood up,

a bit shakily, then looked around him.

"What are all these boxes?" he said, shaking a few of them. He turned and bumped into a a

large shelf, causing a couple of the boxes stacked up to fall beside him. He let out a little yell as he

jumped sideways. The box cracked open and the mage peered at it. He looked around and found a stick

and stuck it in the crack, and pried it open. He gasped in horror as he saw another mage.

"W-what is this?" he muttered, stepping back. He looked around at the massive amounts of

coffin-like boxes. He lifted up the stick he used to break the lid off of the first box and ran to the door

of the were-house, banging on it, trying to get it open. After a few hours of banging, he finally broke

off many of the boards, giving him a small squeeze space to get out of. He slipped through, ripping his

cloak on the broken wood, but he didn't care. He was out. He turned to a road and started to follow it,

but froze when he heard voices. He lept behind a bush and watched as two men walked towards the

were-house.

"Wedge, I'm telling you that no one went in there."

"i don't care...something don't feel right, and i wont rest till i check it out."

the two men reached the building, and the mage could hear the larger man curse out loud. The

mage shook a bit and took off down the road, leaving the two mean to themselves.