{{Okay, I ceased to use a disclaimer since about the first chapter of my
first story. But, now I feel another is necessary. So...
Disclaimer: Reviews about the character's names will be ignored completely. The author is disinclined to care about 'The War of Romanization.' The names are not important in these stories, but rather the plot-line, the characters, and the theme are.
There, now that that's over....
Enjoy.}} Dirandau sat cross-legged on the floor, his sword lain out in front of him. "This is just....perfect..." he thought. He was on medical hold, indefinitely. And, for no apparent reason. "Folken did this. I know he did! Damned idiot...he intends to keep me here..." He felt hopeless, but he hadn't given up yet.
He looked over at a clock. "Damnit! Can't he hurry up?"
As if summoned by cue, Migueru came dodging into the room. He looked around, to see that all was safe. He then took out a stack of paperwork he had been hiding, and set it down in front of Dirandau.
Dirandau had been waiting for Migueru to return. He had been sent on an important covert mission...which consisted of raiding the clerics' offices for paperwork. Dirandau had been unable to go along. The doctors were unsure whether or not he was well enough to be trusted in roaming around.
"Are you certain these will help?" Dirandau asked. It was not so much to verify that he asked, as it was to simply hear the words. With a smile, Migueru replied, "Yes, sir." "Good." Dirandau grinned as he looked through the stack. What a lovely way to revenge on Folken! Using a paper-pusher's own weapons against him.
Migueru watched Dirandau. He was glad to see his master happy once more. The incident with Adelphus had only made him care more. It made how foolish officers would often become after many years removed from enlisted status. Dirandau wouldn't be like them. He lived and worked with the enlisted, the 'lower orders' as they were often called. He wouldn't ignore them or have them killed needlessly. He would actually care.
Indeed, that paperwork was handy, and if Dirandau had it, he would be able to control the outcome of his own life. And that was precisely why there was no way that he would ever be able to keep them. An upstanding young cleric, who had become well-respected by most others who knew of him, had been sent by Folken to retrieve some of Dirandau's information. However, Migueru had already raided the office by then. But, the cleric was not distraught. He had excellent tracking skills, along with detailed records of every single person in Zaibach. He found the perpetrator in minutes, and proceeded to where Migueru was likely to be.
"Alright, here's the deal: If you just cooperate and give it back, I'll make sure that no one ever knows what you did." Migueru wanted to slice the guy's head off, but that wasn't likely possible when he was pinned against the wall. This guy was pretty strong for a cleric. "You'll get no agreement with me," Migueru stated, with all manner of defiance. He wouldn't betray his lord to trouble, no matter what kind of trouble it was.
The cleric narrowed his eyes. What to do now? He had no idea where Migueru had set the records, or if many people had access to that spot. He couldn't go investigate without permission, which would take an indeterminable amount of time. And who knows who could find them between now and then. This could be very dangerous, if those papers were to fall into the wrong hands. Damn these idiotic rash soldiers!
He was becoming frustrated. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. "Alright then. I have no choice but to go to your commander and inform him of the situation." The cleric fully believed in the Zaibach policy of solving problems at the lowest level possible.
"And where were you five minutes before that?" Dirandau inquired in a flat, monotone voice. He had been forced to do an interrogation, thanks to the cleric's request. He couldn't stop the questioning until the cleric was satisfied, as stated in one of Zaibach's many manuals. "I was at the lounge at the four corners. Studying," replied Migueru. "Well, there you have it...he was studying. He couldn't have stolen them, because he was studying. Are you fucking satisfied??" The cleric shook his head, 'no.' ".....unsat," was his only word.
Dirandau's eye twitched. Unsat?? What more could that idiot possibly want to hear? There was no evidence against Migueru, and Migueru obviously wasn't going to admit to anything. There was nothing helpful in continuing. But, the cleric still persisted.
"Alright then. Migueru, do you care at all about my records?" he asked to begin the questioning anew. "No, sir," replied Migueru. "Would you know what to do with them if you had taken them?" Migueru took a moment, looking thoughtfully at the ceiling. "Hmm...change your rank so that you could order Lord Folken executed?"
Both had an excellent laugh at that. Neither were very fond of him right now, because he was the one holding the Dragonslayers back. But, Gatty was not so pleased. His words were full of annoyance. "I don't see why you feel the need to insult your betters like that...Captain."
Dirandau leaned back lazily in his chair, and placed his feet on the table in front of him. "I don't feel the need to insult my betters. Folken simply isn't one of them." The cleric clenched his fist. "I see," he said. "As much as he's looked out for you, you still don't appreciate anything he's done."
He turned to leave. He was upset, and it would have done no good trying to get anymore out of the two. They were immature, anyway. They wouldn't help him. He even had suspicions that Dirandau was in on this. "Now, that's why I was so happy when Folken gave me the job of transferring the Dragonslayers out of here. No one like you deserves to work with Lord Folken."
Dirandau and Migueru exchanged angry glances. Folken had lied then. He said it wasn't his fault about Dirandau being on medical hold, and yet he was the one who had put someone in charge of transferring them. It's not as if they didn't expect something like that in the first place, but actually hearing that it was true made it worse. Dirandau growled. How dare he, how dare he, how dare he....
And, as usual when they tried to change their circumstances, things got worse. Folken made a thorough search of all the Dragonslayer's spaces, and found the files. Now, on top of medical hold, Dirandau also had a month of restriction. Nothing but Duty and enforced confinement. The rest of the Dragonslayers got two month's restriction. They would not be allowed near eachother, except in the even that there was work to be done. And even then, they were not allowed to speak on friendly terms. Someone would be watching them at all times. Folken, obviously, was going to watch over Dirandau. Because the cleric already knew what was going on, and was used to keeping groups under control, Folken enlisted his help with the others. Folken liked to involve as few people as possible, to maintain secrecy.
{{Okay, thanks for reading. I'll have more later.
And, I'm going to follow my disclaimer to the letter. I don't know why, but it really really makes me angry that people are concerned over stuff like that. Call it arrogance.
Kudos to anyone who guesses who the cleric is (If I didn't write his name in already) I just felt like being secretive.
Adios.}}
Disclaimer: Reviews about the character's names will be ignored completely. The author is disinclined to care about 'The War of Romanization.' The names are not important in these stories, but rather the plot-line, the characters, and the theme are.
There, now that that's over....
Enjoy.}} Dirandau sat cross-legged on the floor, his sword lain out in front of him. "This is just....perfect..." he thought. He was on medical hold, indefinitely. And, for no apparent reason. "Folken did this. I know he did! Damned idiot...he intends to keep me here..." He felt hopeless, but he hadn't given up yet.
He looked over at a clock. "Damnit! Can't he hurry up?"
As if summoned by cue, Migueru came dodging into the room. He looked around, to see that all was safe. He then took out a stack of paperwork he had been hiding, and set it down in front of Dirandau.
Dirandau had been waiting for Migueru to return. He had been sent on an important covert mission...which consisted of raiding the clerics' offices for paperwork. Dirandau had been unable to go along. The doctors were unsure whether or not he was well enough to be trusted in roaming around.
"Are you certain these will help?" Dirandau asked. It was not so much to verify that he asked, as it was to simply hear the words. With a smile, Migueru replied, "Yes, sir." "Good." Dirandau grinned as he looked through the stack. What a lovely way to revenge on Folken! Using a paper-pusher's own weapons against him.
Migueru watched Dirandau. He was glad to see his master happy once more. The incident with Adelphus had only made him care more. It made how foolish officers would often become after many years removed from enlisted status. Dirandau wouldn't be like them. He lived and worked with the enlisted, the 'lower orders' as they were often called. He wouldn't ignore them or have them killed needlessly. He would actually care.
Indeed, that paperwork was handy, and if Dirandau had it, he would be able to control the outcome of his own life. And that was precisely why there was no way that he would ever be able to keep them. An upstanding young cleric, who had become well-respected by most others who knew of him, had been sent by Folken to retrieve some of Dirandau's information. However, Migueru had already raided the office by then. But, the cleric was not distraught. He had excellent tracking skills, along with detailed records of every single person in Zaibach. He found the perpetrator in minutes, and proceeded to where Migueru was likely to be.
"Alright, here's the deal: If you just cooperate and give it back, I'll make sure that no one ever knows what you did." Migueru wanted to slice the guy's head off, but that wasn't likely possible when he was pinned against the wall. This guy was pretty strong for a cleric. "You'll get no agreement with me," Migueru stated, with all manner of defiance. He wouldn't betray his lord to trouble, no matter what kind of trouble it was.
The cleric narrowed his eyes. What to do now? He had no idea where Migueru had set the records, or if many people had access to that spot. He couldn't go investigate without permission, which would take an indeterminable amount of time. And who knows who could find them between now and then. This could be very dangerous, if those papers were to fall into the wrong hands. Damn these idiotic rash soldiers!
He was becoming frustrated. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. "Alright then. I have no choice but to go to your commander and inform him of the situation." The cleric fully believed in the Zaibach policy of solving problems at the lowest level possible.
"And where were you five minutes before that?" Dirandau inquired in a flat, monotone voice. He had been forced to do an interrogation, thanks to the cleric's request. He couldn't stop the questioning until the cleric was satisfied, as stated in one of Zaibach's many manuals. "I was at the lounge at the four corners. Studying," replied Migueru. "Well, there you have it...he was studying. He couldn't have stolen them, because he was studying. Are you fucking satisfied??" The cleric shook his head, 'no.' ".....unsat," was his only word.
Dirandau's eye twitched. Unsat?? What more could that idiot possibly want to hear? There was no evidence against Migueru, and Migueru obviously wasn't going to admit to anything. There was nothing helpful in continuing. But, the cleric still persisted.
"Alright then. Migueru, do you care at all about my records?" he asked to begin the questioning anew. "No, sir," replied Migueru. "Would you know what to do with them if you had taken them?" Migueru took a moment, looking thoughtfully at the ceiling. "Hmm...change your rank so that you could order Lord Folken executed?"
Both had an excellent laugh at that. Neither were very fond of him right now, because he was the one holding the Dragonslayers back. But, Gatty was not so pleased. His words were full of annoyance. "I don't see why you feel the need to insult your betters like that...Captain."
Dirandau leaned back lazily in his chair, and placed his feet on the table in front of him. "I don't feel the need to insult my betters. Folken simply isn't one of them." The cleric clenched his fist. "I see," he said. "As much as he's looked out for you, you still don't appreciate anything he's done."
He turned to leave. He was upset, and it would have done no good trying to get anymore out of the two. They were immature, anyway. They wouldn't help him. He even had suspicions that Dirandau was in on this. "Now, that's why I was so happy when Folken gave me the job of transferring the Dragonslayers out of here. No one like you deserves to work with Lord Folken."
Dirandau and Migueru exchanged angry glances. Folken had lied then. He said it wasn't his fault about Dirandau being on medical hold, and yet he was the one who had put someone in charge of transferring them. It's not as if they didn't expect something like that in the first place, but actually hearing that it was true made it worse. Dirandau growled. How dare he, how dare he, how dare he....
And, as usual when they tried to change their circumstances, things got worse. Folken made a thorough search of all the Dragonslayer's spaces, and found the files. Now, on top of medical hold, Dirandau also had a month of restriction. Nothing but Duty and enforced confinement. The rest of the Dragonslayers got two month's restriction. They would not be allowed near eachother, except in the even that there was work to be done. And even then, they were not allowed to speak on friendly terms. Someone would be watching them at all times. Folken, obviously, was going to watch over Dirandau. Because the cleric already knew what was going on, and was used to keeping groups under control, Folken enlisted his help with the others. Folken liked to involve as few people as possible, to maintain secrecy.
{{Okay, thanks for reading. I'll have more later.
And, I'm going to follow my disclaimer to the letter. I don't know why, but it really really makes me angry that people are concerned over stuff like that. Call it arrogance.
Kudos to anyone who guesses who the cleric is (If I didn't write his name in already) I just felt like being secretive.
Adios.}}