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TO BE FREE Chronicles of the Prison Planet
Chapter 2: Graveheart & Cryos (Back to the Drawing Board)
Wearily, Graveheart stumbled into the familiar building half-dragging and half-carrying an injured Julia. King Cryos appeared just as the miner placed Julia on a crude table.
"What happened?" demanded Cryos.
Julia's eyes snapped open, burning bright with excitement. "You should have seen them! Such glorious men I have! They were out there fighting...fighting without mercy all for me."
The Ice King frowned at this, but remained silent as Graveheart tended to her wounds.
"No," Julia cried squirming helplessly on the table. "I must return to the battle!"
Graveheart placed a gentle hand upon her chest. "No. You've been hurt badly; I will not allow you to go back out there."
Julia broke into a dreamy smile as she reached to stroke Graveheart's arm. "Alright, I'll sound the retreat...if you insist."
Graveheart flinched slightly at her touch then mumbled something about the first aid kit and was gone in a minute, leaving Cryos standing uneasily at the head of the table.
He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Your troops are still out there," Cryos reminded.
"What?" asked Julia, purposely ignoring the Ice King.
Cryos sighed. "Your troops...you have not called the retreat yet."
"Oh," Julia said casually. "It wouldn't hurt to leave 'em out there for a few more minutes."
Cryos' face hardened. Who did she think she was? Who made her God?
The Ice King was going to give her a piece of his mind when Graveheart returned with the kit.
"Has the retreat been called yet?" he asked offhandedly while fishing out some gauze.
Julia smiled sweetly. "I was just about to do that."
She snapped her fingers and from out of the shadows, a ragged Fire warrior stepped out.
"Sound the full retreat," Julia commanded royally.
He bowed rigidly and then melted back into the darkness. Cryos sighed inwardly. He wondered how a proud Fire warrior could be reduced to an underling. The Ice King did not even want to know.
To Cryos, Graveheart said, "The fortress is too heavily guarded and I don't think-"
"We can defeat them," insisted Julia, hissing as Graveheart dabbed on the antiseptic. "I have confidence in my men. They will rather die fighting than surrender to the enemy!"
"Perhaps a better plan would suffice for your next attack," Cryos commented.
"A plan?!" scoffed Julia.
"It seems to me we are at a disadvantage," the Ice King explained.
"I agree with Cryos," Graveheart said, ending the debate. "What do you know of Sternum's stronghold?"
"His fortress is strong," admitted Julia thoughtfully. "All four towers are guarded so there's no chance we can split up and attack from a 'behind.' Besides my men are trained to work together in large numbers-as a group."
"Okay," encouraged Graveheart, "so if we can't get in through the back, perhaps we can sneak in through other means."
Cryos nodded. "Yes, in the Battle of The Icefields, my ancestors dug under the glacier to penetrate the enemies castle."
Graveheart raised an amused eyebrow. Really? Since when did that happen? Seems like Rock isn't the only planet with a cannibalistic history.... "Are there any unguarded doors? Abandoned parts of the castle? Tunnels? Weak walls-"
"Tunnels!" exclaimed Julia triumphantly. "Sternum does not know that I know about them and there are too many to guard. However, the entrances are all blocked."
"Blocked?" inquired Cryos. "How?"
"Cemented up like walls," Julia replied, without looking at the Ice King. "There's no way we can damage it fast enough without being spotted. And we are low on explosives."
"Well," Cryos remarked thoughtfully, "I don't know about cement, but Rock drills seem to get through anything..."
"That is, if you have any of them," Graveheart said, tweaking a grin to Cryos.
"As a matter of fact, we have two out by the junkyard," she replied. "You think they'll get through?"
Graveheart smiled widely. "We'll only need one."
The giganitic multiple drummed drill groaned protestingly as it was hauled slowly into one of the tunnels. Up ahead, Cryos could see the wall of cement seperating him and the entrance into Sternum's stronghold.
"Glad you decided to join us this round," Graveheart said coming to stand beside the Ice King.
"Well, it was partly my idea," Cryos said grimly. "Besides, if this works, I'll be able to find Palin for myself."
Graveheart nodded solemnly and inspected the wall. "By Mantel's crown!" he swore. "I hope this drill has enough power to get through that wall."
"I hope Julia's diversion works," Cryos added offhandedly.
"It'd better," Graveheart said, "with all Sternum's troops defending his hold up at the main entrance, there's bound to be little or even no troops left to guard the tunnels."
At that moment, there came shouts followed by the rounds of weapons' blasts.
"All right, old friend," announced Graveheart, "it's now or never."
The Ice King nodded in agreement. With a flick of a switch the big drills started rotating, squeeking every now and then. The Rock Warrior at the wheel of the drill slowly eased his foot onto the accelerator and steered the huge vehicle straight into the dull-grey wall.
TO BE FREE Chronicles of the Prison Planet
Chapter 2: Graveheart & Cryos (Back to the Drawing Board)
Wearily, Graveheart stumbled into the familiar building half-dragging and half-carrying an injured Julia. King Cryos appeared just as the miner placed Julia on a crude table.
"What happened?" demanded Cryos.
Julia's eyes snapped open, burning bright with excitement. "You should have seen them! Such glorious men I have! They were out there fighting...fighting without mercy all for me."
The Ice King frowned at this, but remained silent as Graveheart tended to her wounds.
"No," Julia cried squirming helplessly on the table. "I must return to the battle!"
Graveheart placed a gentle hand upon her chest. "No. You've been hurt badly; I will not allow you to go back out there."
Julia broke into a dreamy smile as she reached to stroke Graveheart's arm. "Alright, I'll sound the retreat...if you insist."
Graveheart flinched slightly at her touch then mumbled something about the first aid kit and was gone in a minute, leaving Cryos standing uneasily at the head of the table.
He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Your troops are still out there," Cryos reminded.
"What?" asked Julia, purposely ignoring the Ice King.
Cryos sighed. "Your troops...you have not called the retreat yet."
"Oh," Julia said casually. "It wouldn't hurt to leave 'em out there for a few more minutes."
Cryos' face hardened. Who did she think she was? Who made her God?
The Ice King was going to give her a piece of his mind when Graveheart returned with the kit.
"Has the retreat been called yet?" he asked offhandedly while fishing out some gauze.
Julia smiled sweetly. "I was just about to do that."
She snapped her fingers and from out of the shadows, a ragged Fire warrior stepped out.
"Sound the full retreat," Julia commanded royally.
He bowed rigidly and then melted back into the darkness. Cryos sighed inwardly. He wondered how a proud Fire warrior could be reduced to an underling. The Ice King did not even want to know.
To Cryos, Graveheart said, "The fortress is too heavily guarded and I don't think-"
"We can defeat them," insisted Julia, hissing as Graveheart dabbed on the antiseptic. "I have confidence in my men. They will rather die fighting than surrender to the enemy!"
"Perhaps a better plan would suffice for your next attack," Cryos commented.
"A plan?!" scoffed Julia.
"It seems to me we are at a disadvantage," the Ice King explained.
"I agree with Cryos," Graveheart said, ending the debate. "What do you know of Sternum's stronghold?"
"His fortress is strong," admitted Julia thoughtfully. "All four towers are guarded so there's no chance we can split up and attack from a 'behind.' Besides my men are trained to work together in large numbers-as a group."
"Okay," encouraged Graveheart, "so if we can't get in through the back, perhaps we can sneak in through other means."
Cryos nodded. "Yes, in the Battle of The Icefields, my ancestors dug under the glacier to penetrate the enemies castle."
Graveheart raised an amused eyebrow. Really? Since when did that happen? Seems like Rock isn't the only planet with a cannibalistic history.... "Are there any unguarded doors? Abandoned parts of the castle? Tunnels? Weak walls-"
"Tunnels!" exclaimed Julia triumphantly. "Sternum does not know that I know about them and there are too many to guard. However, the entrances are all blocked."
"Blocked?" inquired Cryos. "How?"
"Cemented up like walls," Julia replied, without looking at the Ice King. "There's no way we can damage it fast enough without being spotted. And we are low on explosives."
"Well," Cryos remarked thoughtfully, "I don't know about cement, but Rock drills seem to get through anything..."
"That is, if you have any of them," Graveheart said, tweaking a grin to Cryos.
"As a matter of fact, we have two out by the junkyard," she replied. "You think they'll get through?"
Graveheart smiled widely. "We'll only need one."
The giganitic multiple drummed drill groaned protestingly as it was hauled slowly into one of the tunnels. Up ahead, Cryos could see the wall of cement seperating him and the entrance into Sternum's stronghold.
"Glad you decided to join us this round," Graveheart said coming to stand beside the Ice King.
"Well, it was partly my idea," Cryos said grimly. "Besides, if this works, I'll be able to find Palin for myself."
Graveheart nodded solemnly and inspected the wall. "By Mantel's crown!" he swore. "I hope this drill has enough power to get through that wall."
"I hope Julia's diversion works," Cryos added offhandedly.
"It'd better," Graveheart said, "with all Sternum's troops defending his hold up at the main entrance, there's bound to be little or even no troops left to guard the tunnels."
At that moment, there came shouts followed by the rounds of weapons' blasts.
"All right, old friend," announced Graveheart, "it's now or never."
The Ice King nodded in agreement. With a flick of a switch the big drills started rotating, squeeking every now and then. The Rock Warrior at the wheel of the drill slowly eased his foot onto the accelerator and steered the huge vehicle straight into the dull-grey wall.