The Scaly Legionnaire Chapter 1: Black Sail
Yes another story even though we haven't done anything recent with the Halo. This is a Skyrim story. And yes I am a Legionnaire! Let the insults come forth! Stormcloaks help me gang up against this man! We don't own Skyrim.
"So why did you join the Stormcloaks?" asked the man sitting on a log by the roaring campfire of the small Stormcloak camp. "I'm a true Nord, let's just…" the other man wasn't able to finish as he got his throat slit by some assailant that wasn't there. But a split second afterwards the attacker appeared. The man on the log adjacent from the man was about to yell out for help until a blade was sent through his throat. The attacker who stabbed the man through the throat then appeared as well and nodded at the other attacker in the hood.
"This one almost got into trouble, again," said a male voice, though it was raspy, it was one of a male Khajiit.
"Says you, how many times have I had to save your hide?" said a female Khajiit voice.
As the two went separate ways on the attack on the camp, someone started to stir in one of the small shelters over the bedrolls. As the man under the shelter saw what was happening in front of him he went for his battleaxe next to his roll but was met by a knife to his heart and cold-blooded feline eyes facing his. Life was slowly seeping out of the man but before he died he used the last of his strength to hurl his axe, it flew a short distance and hit a pile of kettles that were beside his bedroll. The hooded figure was in shock and for a brief instance was terrified at the sound. It could hear stirring and turned in time to see the rest of the camp charging at them and their partner. The female Khajiit stopped in her racks and looked at her partner and then at the charging mob of warriors. She got her knife ready and prepared herself to battle, but an arm from behind wrapped itself around her neck and was choked until she had blacked out.
"Wake up, cat," a warrior said, shaking the woman awake. When she did she looked up at the man and hissed in his face. She felt very satisfied at the look of anger upon his face when she got spittle on him. But the grin that appeared on her face was quickly replaced by a pained scowl when the man grabbed a handful of her gray, speckled fur.
"What do we do with these two… cats?" the soldier asked kicking the female Khajiit down.
"I recognize the woman from a wanted poster, we can turn her in for a ransom, kill the man," Said the Stormcloak officer. About half a minute afterwards the male Khajiit got his head crushed inwards by an iron Warhammer.
SOMEWHERE ELSE THREE DAYS LATER
As the Legionnaire crouched down on top of a large hill, he tried to stay as much out of sight as possible as he looked down onto the small Stormcloak camp below him. He looked behind him at the other eight Legionnaires who were waiting for his orders. He crawled back enough until he was able to crouch. He looked at the soldiers under his command and inspected them. They were injured and tired but they could still fight.
"Praefect, what will we do, we can't possibly have the manpower to take that camp," whispered one of the Legionnaires, who was quite obviously frightened. "Especially not with our current numbers." The Praefect thought on what the soldier said and thought back to their previous night operation.
They started out as a platoon of twenty-five on an attack for a large Stormcloak camp; they were going to use the cover of night and the late hour to help them get an advantage. The attack would have gone right even though they had only twenty-five compared to the forty strong camp. It all went wrong when one of the soldiers had tripped and knocked over a rack of weapons and an armor stand which quickly alerted every soldier within the large encampment. The Praefect thought that it wouldn't matter since they were able to take out a good number of the rebels, but that was before the camp was able to regain its bearings. Even though the Legionnaires come out victorious, they suffered major losses. Only six were still able to fight, four were badly injured, and the other fifteen were either killed or died along the way to safety. Once the wounded were brought back to camp, the squad got two extra soldiers and was told to return to the wilds immediately and went on the search for a reported Stormcloak camp.
This camp was small and had around ten members at most, though there could be more. Even if the rest of the team died the Praefect was very skilled with his swords. At the thought of his sword skills he patted the two ebony blades at his side. He never was good at just wielding one sword because he couldn't get enough damage done quickly and he couldn't defend well. He also thought that the shield was too clunky to carry around. After refocusing on their current situations, he told four of them to stay up and provide archer fire while he and the rest went down and fought sword to sword with the rest. As they got down towards the camp they stopped just about ten feet away from the camp. The Praefect turned towards his men and told them to flank the camp from the back and he'll start from where he was. As the other legionnaires went around the Praefect moved his tail to be beside him as he scratched away at the old and dead scales to reveal the fresh red and green ones beneath. This isn't the time to be molting. He thought to himself as he looked at and rubbed the fresh red scales underneath. He unsheathed one of his swords and started slitting throats.
"Imperial bastards!" exclaimed one Stormcloak before practically cutting one of the Imperial Legionnaires in half with a greatsword, not long before getting an arrow to the back of his neck. As the archers fired down at the Stormcloaks, some opposing archers fired up at them, one of the Stormcloak archers landed a good shot on one of the Imperial archers' chest while another just got a couple arrows in his lower torso. Another archer fired an arrow at the Praefect but was off by a foot. When the Praefect got close to the archer he thrust both his swords into the woman and picked her off the ground. One of the lower soldiers jumped beside the Praefect to block a strike from another Stormcloak tried to kill him. But before the Argonian could drop the soldier his swords were holding, the Stormcloak overpowered the poor boy and killed him. The Argonian was quick to swing his left hand and cut into the rebel's neck. As the Praefect jumped over the bodies and cut down a few more Stormcloaks he saw one of his men get his head cut clean off by a sword and another got it thrust into his stomach, it was a rare sight to see a Stormcloak with any sword other than a greatsword. He saw that two of them were left; one looked like an officer while the other could have been anyone. The Praefect sprinted towards the two, his arms flying behind his back. He jumped and brought both feet onto the soldier, then stomping on his throat. Once that was done the Officer let out an angry battle cry before swinging his sword down at an arch. The Praefect put both his blades into an X and blocked the swing then brought his shoulder up into the man's chest. As the Stormcloak yelled in pain the Praefect rammed him into a wooden beam of the large tent. As the man fell to the ground after hitting the back of his head really hard on the beam his blade hilt rested on a rock while still in his hand at an angle. The Praefect stomped as hard as he could on the blade and broke it in two.
"Wake up, Stormcloak!" yelled the Praefect, splashing water into his face. As the officer woke up he realized that his hands were in binds and that two Imperial soldiers had arrows notched and pointed at his chest.
"You will tell us where you're nearest fort is or else we will kill you and your last soldier," said the Praefect using his hand and motioning towards a soldier who was tied by his hands hanging over the side of the cliff face that the camp was based on. The officer heard some roaring and looked down under the cliff and saw a group of three trolls trying to climb up the steep face but with no avail. He looked and saw the piles of bodies of his fallen comrades, which he could tell were rolled down to attract some wild animals. The trolls seemed to have been smart enough to realize that the Legionnaires were rolling the bodies down the hills. The Legionnaires toyed with and, in lack of better words, "trained" the trolls in a way to where if they acted vicious and kept attempting to climb the cliff face they would receive more bodies; but if they started eating, they would both no longer receive more food but as well be pelted with rocks. The plan worked and the Trolls continued acting like the wild beasts they were and continued trying to climb the cliff face. The officer glared at the Argonian Praefect in front of him, who in return gave a very cocky smile.
"How dare you do this? I thought the Legion had more honor than this! What do you want?" exclaimed the Officer with a deathly glare on his face that made the trolls look like rabbits.
"I want to know where the nearest fort is. Actually, if there is any camp or occupied fort that you Stormcloaks are keeping prisoners I want its location. Many of my scouts have gone missing in the Reach," said the Praefect (I know it may not be fully correct but just go with it). The Officer just spit in the Argonian's face, receiving a hard punch to the right side of his face. After that the Praefect drew one of his swords and put a little cut in the rope holding the soldier. At the look of anger on the officer's face the Praefect just flashed a wicked grin.
"Stop it you dog!"
"Want to try and make me, filthy Stormcloak!" the Praefect would never have said Nord since he had good friends in and out of the Legion that were Nords. He looked down and saw something coming out of the officer's pocket and grabbed it and unfolded the letter. As he finished reading it he put it in his pocket and turned back towards the Stormcloak with a maniacal grin on his face.
"Looks like you didn't have to tell me, so you will still die with honor," said the lizard before strapping on a new sword to the Nord's waist then doing the same to the other Stormcloak. The Praefect looked at the bottom of the cliff face and saw that a couple of bears were there as well, luckily not fighting the trolls and also waiting for their before-sunrise-meal. The Praefect positioned the kneeled Nord in front of the cliff face.
"If you survive we may meet again and then we'll have a real sword fight," said the Praefect before he kicked the Nord off the cliff, as the Nord flew back the Praefect swung his right arm down and the blade cut the binds on the Stormcloak officer's hands. He then lifted his left arm and the two archers fired at the rope holding onto the other Stormcloaks wrists and the arrows expertly cut the rope and the man fell down the cliff face.
"Come find me if you live!" the Praefect yelled as the two Nords rolled down to their deaths.
As the Praefect and his last three soldiers marched towards their camp one of the soldiers decided to ask the Praefect something to help past the time.
"Praefect what did you do before you joined the Legion, you looked like you knew exactly what to do with those two, were you a criminal or something?" The Prafect looked behind him and debated on answering the man.
"Well you might as well know; I used to be a sailor, well, more of a pirate. Dammit might as well say, I was a pirate. That is all that you will know."
"Is that why they call you 'Black Sail'?"
"Yes, enough questions now." He heard a groan and turned to see the injured soldier throw up blood, since his stomach was impaled. The Praefect shivered as the sight. He hoped his men didn't see.
Well there you go!