Author's Note: I'd like to thank the only people who read the last
chapter: asahi_yuy and Christie. There might have been more, but they are
the only ones who reviewed. I'm hurt. ;_;
I dragged myself into the medical wing, because my injuries weren't severe enough to warrant the use of my healing magic. "You!" I barked, pointing at one of the terrified doctors. "Prepare a healing tank for me! I don't want to be in there for more then an hour!" I was the Shadow Master's Second so they have a reason to fear me. The doctor hurried off to prepare the tank as my good friend and advisor walked in.
"You must stop dragging yourself back in this condition, milady," he started. "A powerful dragon can be overwhelmed by any beasts that have enough numbers, and the rebels have the numbers."
I laugh. "I have told you time and time again not to milady me. You make me feel ancient. As for the lectures, they make me feel as if I was a naughty child again, Shade."
"But you cannot charge into these battles with no thought to your safety."
"Shade, drop it. I do as the Shadow Master tells me."
"Even if it's suicide?"
"Shade," I growled. I was getting too old to be lectured.
"Milady," a quiet whisper came at my elbow.
"What?" I roared.
"Your tank is ready."
I followed the doctor into a private room. Since he was of an asexual lizard race, I did not hesitate to strip and step into the tank. The doctor pushed a button and the tank began to fill with the healing serum. A mask floated down and I put it on, allowing the sedative in the mask take me into a world of darkness.
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I was startled out of dreamland when the tank beeped at me and the water drained away. I took the mask off and stepped out of the tank into the awaiting towel. The doctor motioned to a chair that had my uniform neatly folded on top of it. The doctor left me alone so I could dress in peace. As I dried off, I looked at myself in a mirror, wondering how I could look so young for one so old. While I had the slender warrior's body of a twenty year old, my eyes contained the wisdom and experience of one who has lived for millennia. I gave myself a shake and put my clean uniform on, noticing that it was my formalwear.
I was still drying my hair when I left the room. Shade was still standing there, looking self-righteous in his adorable monk robes. I couldn't help but giggle. He was cute, but he was my mentor and he was the only father figure I have ever known, so it would have been wrong to flirt with him.
"So you think it's funny that we have been called to the presence of the Shadow Master," he demanded.
"I noticed that my formal uniform was waiting for me."
Shade snorted. "The only difference between your 'formal' uniform and your other uniforms is that it doesn't have any burns, stains, rips, or patches. We had better hurry to the throne room. The Shadow Master would like to see us immediately, a.k.a. fifteen minutes ago."
"Then I guess we had better hurry."
Shade and I hurried along the corridor leading to the throne room, skidding to a halt in front of the doors to the throne room. I hoped silently that the Shadow Master wouldn't kill us for being late. He didn't like to be kept waiting. I quietly pushed the doors open and walked in.
"You sent for me sir?"
"Yes. I want you to crush the rebellion at its source," the Shadow Master whispered from on his throne. I waited for him to continue. "It appears the rebels have retrieved an artifact from the moon of Earth. I want you to find it and bring it back to me. It appears to protect the rebels so you will have to go alone. Don't fail me."
"Yes sir." I turned to leave.
"Shade, come here," the Shadow Master whispered.
I inwardly groaned. Shade wouldn't be joining me for my evening meal so we couldn't discuss strategy. I shut the doors behind me and made my way towards the mess hall. The mess hall earned its name well. There was never less than two centimeters of grime covering the entire room. Luckily for me, I was an officer and could eat in the officer's lounge. They even served food there, not some manufactured junk that was supposedly good for you. I took a seat across from Malady, a literal green giant from Mango IV. She was in charge of biological weapons testing since she was immune to most of it because of her magical and mechanical enhancements. I'm surprised that she still needs to eat.
"I hear you're going to personally escort the rebels to the next dimension, Nemesis," Malady stated. "I believe that their 'artifact' is a magical device of some sort. It protects them from my bio-bombs, you know, the ones that eat the flesh off your bones in less than five seconds."
"The Shadow Master authorized the use of S135-X4s?"
"Yep. So what are you having? The bulmaroo steaks are fresh."
"Don't change the subject. Why is the Shadow Master afraid of the rebels? He's faced many before."
"Yeah, but." Malady glanced around, "our spies say that the magical artifact is the Silver Imperium Crystal."
"I thought that was destroyed centuries ago by the Shadow Master."
"Turns out the Shadow Master only banished to where it came."
A short purple male from Andromeda III came by to take our orders. I let Malady order for the both of us. "Two bulmaroo steaks, medium well." We watched the waiter scurry away. "So, where's Shade?"
"The Shadow Master wanted to talk to him personally."
"What did he do?"
"Nothing that I know of."
"I wonder what the Shadow Master wants with him?"
"Same here. Looks like dinner's here," I remarked as the waiter approached with our steaks. The rest of the evening passed without incident. I thought about posting this in one chapter but I decided to split this up. BTW I don't own Neopets.com (bulmaroo steaks). Review please.
I dragged myself into the medical wing, because my injuries weren't severe enough to warrant the use of my healing magic. "You!" I barked, pointing at one of the terrified doctors. "Prepare a healing tank for me! I don't want to be in there for more then an hour!" I was the Shadow Master's Second so they have a reason to fear me. The doctor hurried off to prepare the tank as my good friend and advisor walked in.
"You must stop dragging yourself back in this condition, milady," he started. "A powerful dragon can be overwhelmed by any beasts that have enough numbers, and the rebels have the numbers."
I laugh. "I have told you time and time again not to milady me. You make me feel ancient. As for the lectures, they make me feel as if I was a naughty child again, Shade."
"But you cannot charge into these battles with no thought to your safety."
"Shade, drop it. I do as the Shadow Master tells me."
"Even if it's suicide?"
"Shade," I growled. I was getting too old to be lectured.
"Milady," a quiet whisper came at my elbow.
"What?" I roared.
"Your tank is ready."
I followed the doctor into a private room. Since he was of an asexual lizard race, I did not hesitate to strip and step into the tank. The doctor pushed a button and the tank began to fill with the healing serum. A mask floated down and I put it on, allowing the sedative in the mask take me into a world of darkness.
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I was startled out of dreamland when the tank beeped at me and the water drained away. I took the mask off and stepped out of the tank into the awaiting towel. The doctor motioned to a chair that had my uniform neatly folded on top of it. The doctor left me alone so I could dress in peace. As I dried off, I looked at myself in a mirror, wondering how I could look so young for one so old. While I had the slender warrior's body of a twenty year old, my eyes contained the wisdom and experience of one who has lived for millennia. I gave myself a shake and put my clean uniform on, noticing that it was my formalwear.
I was still drying my hair when I left the room. Shade was still standing there, looking self-righteous in his adorable monk robes. I couldn't help but giggle. He was cute, but he was my mentor and he was the only father figure I have ever known, so it would have been wrong to flirt with him.
"So you think it's funny that we have been called to the presence of the Shadow Master," he demanded.
"I noticed that my formal uniform was waiting for me."
Shade snorted. "The only difference between your 'formal' uniform and your other uniforms is that it doesn't have any burns, stains, rips, or patches. We had better hurry to the throne room. The Shadow Master would like to see us immediately, a.k.a. fifteen minutes ago."
"Then I guess we had better hurry."
Shade and I hurried along the corridor leading to the throne room, skidding to a halt in front of the doors to the throne room. I hoped silently that the Shadow Master wouldn't kill us for being late. He didn't like to be kept waiting. I quietly pushed the doors open and walked in.
"You sent for me sir?"
"Yes. I want you to crush the rebellion at its source," the Shadow Master whispered from on his throne. I waited for him to continue. "It appears the rebels have retrieved an artifact from the moon of Earth. I want you to find it and bring it back to me. It appears to protect the rebels so you will have to go alone. Don't fail me."
"Yes sir." I turned to leave.
"Shade, come here," the Shadow Master whispered.
I inwardly groaned. Shade wouldn't be joining me for my evening meal so we couldn't discuss strategy. I shut the doors behind me and made my way towards the mess hall. The mess hall earned its name well. There was never less than two centimeters of grime covering the entire room. Luckily for me, I was an officer and could eat in the officer's lounge. They even served food there, not some manufactured junk that was supposedly good for you. I took a seat across from Malady, a literal green giant from Mango IV. She was in charge of biological weapons testing since she was immune to most of it because of her magical and mechanical enhancements. I'm surprised that she still needs to eat.
"I hear you're going to personally escort the rebels to the next dimension, Nemesis," Malady stated. "I believe that their 'artifact' is a magical device of some sort. It protects them from my bio-bombs, you know, the ones that eat the flesh off your bones in less than five seconds."
"The Shadow Master authorized the use of S135-X4s?"
"Yep. So what are you having? The bulmaroo steaks are fresh."
"Don't change the subject. Why is the Shadow Master afraid of the rebels? He's faced many before."
"Yeah, but." Malady glanced around, "our spies say that the magical artifact is the Silver Imperium Crystal."
"I thought that was destroyed centuries ago by the Shadow Master."
"Turns out the Shadow Master only banished to where it came."
A short purple male from Andromeda III came by to take our orders. I let Malady order for the both of us. "Two bulmaroo steaks, medium well." We watched the waiter scurry away. "So, where's Shade?"
"The Shadow Master wanted to talk to him personally."
"What did he do?"
"Nothing that I know of."
"I wonder what the Shadow Master wants with him?"
"Same here. Looks like dinner's here," I remarked as the waiter approached with our steaks. The rest of the evening passed without incident. I thought about posting this in one chapter but I decided to split this up. BTW I don't own Neopets.com (bulmaroo steaks). Review please.