Warcraft: Arrival from the Stars
Disclaimer: Warcraft by Blizzard Entertainment, Civilisation by Sid Meier's, Firaxis games and 2k
How will the People of Azeroth Deal with an entirely new branch of Humanity, one with advanced technology that rivals anything seen by both the Alliance and the Horde.
Authors Note: I might adjust the ratings and add in a romance plotline to a few characters.
Also i have only ever fired a Gun once (a Ruger i think), so if My description is wrong, do tell me.
Chapter 3: Curiosities abound
General Kozlov took the last sip that remained of his cold coffee whilst looking into the eyes of the Plate armoured human, the taste of the cold bitter drink reminded Kozlov of the time that had passed today, the drink having been forgotten from his previous Video Conversation with Ranger Paramonov Valerianovich, the frustration that rose within General Kozlov at losing one of his own Colonists on the first day, First contact with not only one alien species but several different types, and then this so called 'Human-alien' decided to arrive, if anything, General Kozlov knew that he was going to have one busy schedule within the coming weeks… And General Kozlov was not looking forward to explaining that more Seed ships would be arriving within a few months give-or-take… or of trying to establish an embassy between the varied species…
"General hmm?"
General Kozlov was broken away from his straying thoughts by the 'Human' across from his desk, General Kozlov summoned up his English vocabulary and began to reply back to the so called 'human'
"I am surprised to find myself on another planet only to find that another branch of Humanity has claimed it, interesting"
The 'human' across from Kozlov's desk put a finger to his chin as if to emphasise that he was in thought, a moment later the human spoke again in English.
"So you come from another plane or dimension perhaps… but I do not sense any sources of Mana nearby… intriguing"
General Kozlov reflected on the beings musing before asking a question.
"Mana, what is that?"
The 'human' promptly laughed aloud before replying back.
"You haven't heard of Mana… do you live under a rock or something… Mana allows for Magic use"
Kozlov's face froze up for a moment before he started laughing away, a moment later he cleared his throat before speaking to the 'human' in a slightly dismissive tone of voice.
"Magic… really, so I can just expect you to conjure up flames from your hands, or for you to move my cup from this side of the room to the other with telekinesis or what not"
The 'human' grinned like a cat that got to the cream before he spoke back.
"You truly do not believe that I can wield magic?"
General Kozlov spoke back with a straight face.
"No, I do not… I believe in science and logic, not some psychobabble that I could easily read from a Kavithan Scripture or a fairy tale"
The 'human' held out his hand towards General Kozlov… Kozlov in return braced himself slowly and he rested his right hand over his .45 ACP pistol that was holstered on his hip, sure that if the 'human' did something, he can and would retaliate… and that plate armour he looked to be wearing would not offer much resistance to a .45 ACP FMJ round.
The 'Human' did do something, just not in an aggressive way, the 'human' did the one thing that Kozlov thought impossible, he summoned forth a ball of flames within his hand, Kozlov unholstered his gun and readied it to the 'human's' head, this caused the 'Human to flick his hand and dispel his… spell?
Kozlov's face lit up in shock, before he commented on the display.
"Hmm… well if my ten year old self saw this… I would piss myself in excitement, very well, I might just start believing in magic"
The 'human' then looked at Kozlov's gun before speaking.
"As if that gun could have injured me, it is far too small and you only have one shot max"
Kozlov lowered his pistol back to his holster, grinned and replied back to the 'human'.
"Assumptions made in haste can be quite deadly, in actuality… whomever your name is, you will find that this so called gun here holds fifteen rounds"
The reaction showed on the 'humans face', it looked like he did not exactly believe it, so Kozlov put the safety on his pistol, emptied the clip and pulled back the slide to be greeted with an ejected .45 ACP round, the 'human' with unexpectedly quick reflexes grasped the ejected round in the palm of his right hand, he then examined it curiously.
"My name is Anachronos, what is that indent in the middle of this thing?"
General Kozlov decided to explain the round to Anachronos, perhaps if Kozlov could explain something of his own human technology, then he could use that as an excuse to extract his own information out of Anachronos.
"Anachronos, yes?…" Kozlov waited to for any reaction on Anachronos, he nodded his head as if to confirm that he spoke his name correctly, so Kozlov continued to speak "that there is what we call a centerfire primer, what that means is that inside that little bit there is a pressure sensitive solid called a 'primer'"
Kozlov with his right index finger held out flat to mimic a firing pin, whilst with his left hand he formed a circular shape to mimic a Cartridge… although to Kozlov it was not too dissimilar to explaining the bird's and the bee's.
"When a solid, pointed piece of steel called a firing pin strikes this primer, the primer creates a wave of heat and gasses, these then reach the main charge of Smoke-less powder, this combusts and the bullet is expelled…" Then motioned with his 'Bird's and bee's' like representation before explaining the final process.
"When this round fires, it generates recoil, some of this recoil is used to push the bolt and firing pin back whilst excess recoil is pushed into a spring to absorb some of the forces, when the bolt is pushed back, it ejects your fired cartridge whilst simultaneously a new round is forced into the barrel via a spring inside the magazine, this means that the gun is ready to fire again"
Anachronos had absolutely no idea what Kozlov was talking about, so Kozlov sighed before he decided to give him an in depth and practical explanation by taking apart his 45. ACP pistol for the Otherworldly human to see.
Nozdormu, alongside his prime consort, Soridormi, were flying through the lands of Azeroth as Dragons, when Nozdormu felt a disturbance with the Timeline, this was something that Nozdormu would have to see for himself and with his own eyes.
Lymelaen Treewind sighed as soon as he placed the Human on his bed, it was quite awkward carrying her unconscious body through the streets of Ratchet, although nobody batted so much as an eye as such things were quite common, what with Ratchet being so close to the Barrens and the Crossroads, both of which saw large skirmishes between Horde and Alliance forces seeking to take and retake the land.
Lymelaen knew what he had to do next, he would have to make a basic splint and support the leg, he would then have to nurse her back together, Lymelaen was not exactly a rich adventurer, it cost him a lot of gold just to buy his room in the Inn for about a year, and the Orc raiding that he participated in was not exactly covering his finances exactly, so Lymelaen was trying to make ends meet, and having another mouth to feed would not exactly help his situation.
'Great, now i am going to have to spend more of my barely existent coins on her' thought Lymelaen.
Lymelaen reached his hand out for his his bag which was on one of the desk's in his room, he then opened the bag, found the linen and unfolded it out before taking a length of Linen, bit one end of it and tore it up into strips with his hands, he laid out the strips of linen in a small pile before turning onto his next item on his mental list, wood.
Lymelaen walked to the end of the room and pulled up a piece of fire wood, split it into two pieces with his hands, he then unsheathed a dagger from out of his belt and began to cut away strips from the wood until it was roughly rectangular with one side that was slightly concave so that it would fit better around the human's leg.
Ohanpa Earthtalon was busy fixing up the wound that Karzurful Tuskrunner, fortunately the wound was unlike most dwarven firearms in that the bullet seemed to have gone straight through the flesh and did not slow down or tumble inside, nor did the round expand when it hit the flesh like with dwarven firearms, this was quite amazing in itself since the musclulature of Orc's was much larger, thicker and stronger than a humans muscles, but for some reason, the wound on the other side was very large, and Ohanpa doubted that Karzurful would ever be able to walk on that leg again.
Ohanpa tore off a piece of cloth from his shirt and quickly placed it over the wound, he then applied pressure to help stop the bleeding.
It took in all two hours and three bandage changes before the wound finally closed, Ohanpa was quite bloody from the ordeal and unfortunately by that time Karzurful expired from the injury.
Dorolak Thunderrage and Grutur'Gar Warhand left about an Hour and 45 minutes ago, seeking to reach the Crossroads by dawn to gather up the two hundred or so Orcs, Touren and trolls that made up the masses of the Horde's garrison in the region, Dorolak swore that he would teach those Humans a lesson, but Ohanpa was unsure, that device those humans wielded was extremely advanced technology, rapid-fire weapons did exist but they were huge multi-barreled devices made by the dwarves, those humans also acted as though they had never seen Orc's before, perhaps Ohanpa could get to the bottom of this before there was more bloodshed.
Ohanpa Earthtalon decided to leave the body of Karzurful where he lay for now and return to bury him later, but for now Ohanpa had to quickly find out where these humans lay and at least warn them of the impending attack, but also perhaps he could find out what these humans were and why they had such advanced technology.