DISCLAIMER: Put it this way, I own nothing in this fic that Nintendo owns... 'k?
This is the story of a koopa troopa, named Kappy, who is involved in the raid of a small Toad-inhabitated town in a particularly barren part of Mushroom Kingdom. Predictably enough, things start going not... quite... to plan.
R&R with constructive feedback, please.
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The sky had begun to turn a dusky orange by the time the town began to come into sight, and all of them were exhausted. It had been necessary to fly in their zepplin (a form of transport which was still relatively new to the Koopa army) from the south-east, so that they were not spotted by any other towns, but they were unable to land anywhere nearby, since the town was surrounded by forest which was impossible to come down onto, and therefore they had had to land on the outskirts and march the rest of the way. Now that they could see the town, the seargent leading them turned around and told them to stop. For the first time that day, they were glad for the camping equipment which they had had strapped onto their shells all day, and immediately they went to work setting it up. The seargent just watched, the evening sun gleaming on his red shell, which he had obviously spent a good time polishing recently. The first few to finish scuttled off and began to find wood for a fire. It was autumn, so it was easy to find dry, leafless branches to snap of trees, and so this process did not take very long.
Finally, they were all huddled around the fire. By this time only a sliver of sun was still visable over the horizen, and the sky was in that most dramatic stage of yellow in front and dark blue behind, with stunning arrays of clouds. Most of the troopers, however, were looking down, silently absorbing the warmth of the fire, as although it was only early autumn, the chill of winter had already set in, and many were not unaccustomed to wiping the frost off their shells each morning.
"Whenna we gonna eat? I'm starved." said one of them, loudly. His name was Scatty, and although nobody could remember where he had picked up this particular nickname, or even what it meant, most, including he himself, agreed that it fitted him.
"We'll eat when I say." said the Sarge, annoyed that he would now have to put off eating for an extra half-hour or so, so that it wouldn't seem that he had given into Scatty. They once again lapsed into silence.
After they had eaten, they each returned to their tents and began to prepare to go to sleep that night, although many would find it difficult. None of them, excpet the Sarge, had been in many battles like the one which would take place tomorrow, and they were all very nervous. Eventually they were all in their sleeping bags, shells by their sides, and a couple of them had even managed to get to sleep. Some had closed their eyes and were trying to keep their heads empty of thoughts, others were just staring up at the top of their tents as if in shock.
Outside, the last few embers of the fire began to die out.
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Okay, obviously that was just a quick intro, there'll be more soon, and you'll learn more about the characters (at least, you will as soon as I do!), and eventually the fateful attack on the as-yet unnamed town will take place. Please R&R now, constructive feedback only, please!
This is the story of a koopa troopa, named Kappy, who is involved in the raid of a small Toad-inhabitated town in a particularly barren part of Mushroom Kingdom. Predictably enough, things start going not... quite... to plan.
R&R with constructive feedback, please.
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The sky had begun to turn a dusky orange by the time the town began to come into sight, and all of them were exhausted. It had been necessary to fly in their zepplin (a form of transport which was still relatively new to the Koopa army) from the south-east, so that they were not spotted by any other towns, but they were unable to land anywhere nearby, since the town was surrounded by forest which was impossible to come down onto, and therefore they had had to land on the outskirts and march the rest of the way. Now that they could see the town, the seargent leading them turned around and told them to stop. For the first time that day, they were glad for the camping equipment which they had had strapped onto their shells all day, and immediately they went to work setting it up. The seargent just watched, the evening sun gleaming on his red shell, which he had obviously spent a good time polishing recently. The first few to finish scuttled off and began to find wood for a fire. It was autumn, so it was easy to find dry, leafless branches to snap of trees, and so this process did not take very long.
Finally, they were all huddled around the fire. By this time only a sliver of sun was still visable over the horizen, and the sky was in that most dramatic stage of yellow in front and dark blue behind, with stunning arrays of clouds. Most of the troopers, however, were looking down, silently absorbing the warmth of the fire, as although it was only early autumn, the chill of winter had already set in, and many were not unaccustomed to wiping the frost off their shells each morning.
"Whenna we gonna eat? I'm starved." said one of them, loudly. His name was Scatty, and although nobody could remember where he had picked up this particular nickname, or even what it meant, most, including he himself, agreed that it fitted him.
"We'll eat when I say." said the Sarge, annoyed that he would now have to put off eating for an extra half-hour or so, so that it wouldn't seem that he had given into Scatty. They once again lapsed into silence.
After they had eaten, they each returned to their tents and began to prepare to go to sleep that night, although many would find it difficult. None of them, excpet the Sarge, had been in many battles like the one which would take place tomorrow, and they were all very nervous. Eventually they were all in their sleeping bags, shells by their sides, and a couple of them had even managed to get to sleep. Some had closed their eyes and were trying to keep their heads empty of thoughts, others were just staring up at the top of their tents as if in shock.
Outside, the last few embers of the fire began to die out.
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Okay, obviously that was just a quick intro, there'll be more soon, and you'll learn more about the characters (at least, you will as soon as I do!), and eventually the fateful attack on the as-yet unnamed town will take place. Please R&R now, constructive feedback only, please!