Because of an enthusiastic review, (you know who you are) I WENT OVERLOAD ON OVERLORD.
Sorry if it's short D8 I promise to get back into the groove.
Characters belong to Mark Walden, me, and the HIVE forum. ;)
"—AN ARMY!!! OVERLORD'S ARMY IS COMING!"
Sheer chaos. That was all it was.
The passages were becoming congested, from the lower housing regions to the larger working areas, everyone scrambling to the SQUARE, the second largest open in the refuge next to the eating room.
It was Elliot who accounted for all seventy-seven refugees in the square, rallied to the center in lines. Some children who had just woken up were restless, one or two of them crying.
"All right, so everyone who needs to be here is here." Elliot said, scanning the crowd in case there was anyone he missed. "So you all know the drill. You have all the things you need? You can only carry what's important, and no more." He said loudly.
The people nodded and murmured assent, keeping satchels to themselves and keeping their children close at hand.
"The escape routes go straight into the cliffs and open at the river. Once there, Ignis will bring faction A to the assigned hideout on the base of the opposite cliff. Faction B will be led by Adrian down the river, and C gets James, who'll lead to the forest."
With some semblance to order now splitting the factions, Wing returned to the security room.
Laura was monitoring the movement of the drones, appearing as little red dots blinking on their sonar. A LOT of red dots. Quite a number, hundreds more machines than they had people.
"They're about an thirty-five minutes off, unless they pick up speed now. Wing, are the factions split? They have to get out now."
"Yes, Ignis and the others are already guiding them through the escape routes. Some of our special forces are searching for any possible stragglers, in case someone got lost after Elliot's head count." Wing responded. He looked down to see the boy, Otto, standing closely beside Laura.
"We should send him with the factions." Wing said to Laura. "No. I want to keep a close eye on him." Laura replied.
Wing looked as though he would readily argue, but bit his lip as another call patched through on their line. Yulie Rogers answered quickly. "Yes. All right, we're sending someone to meet you up."
Laura's assistant turned to the others in the room. "Amaya's team is on the outer rim."
"All right. Wing, get some of your people together and intercept the unit." Laura ordered.
Wing nodded and turned to go, stopping only when he heard a sound, much like a whimper, coming from a little lower than his point of view.
Otto had scurried over and hugged Wing around the waist, looking near tears. Wing knelt down and put a hand on his shoulder, smiling gently at the child. Emotions ran high, but none of them showed in Wing's face, which put on a calm expression to keep the tears of a child at bay.
Laura silently retreated, to take care of surveillance on the escape routes.
They jumped down from the launching point and ran across the barren, sun-bathed earth. They wore their cloaks white, the sunlight making them invisible.
"Laura's sending out the Cloaks to intercept us." Tanya said, urging her steed on. There were a dozen horses, a few carrying two of Amaya's unit, the others solo and in the lead.
Amaya hung on to Tanya's arms as she squinted over her second-in-command's shoulder. In the direction of the hideout, she tried as best as she could to spot the elite unit, and soon did, catching a glimpse of the black underside of the Cloak elites' signature raiments.
"Whoa!"
Every horse was slowed in mid-run, trotting only for a few seconds and whinnying in shock as near-invisible people jumped behind the solo riders. There were six of them, the Cloaks who were the most well-trained operatives and trump cards of the refugee camp. One of them lifted the white hoods.
"Wing!" Tanya exclaimed.
"Hurry. Everyone's already evacuated. You can follow Faction A to the cliff side." Wing said urgently.
"Also, I'll need a horse." He added in afterthought.
Without asking why, two people from Unit One dismounted and got up with the others. The Cloaks saluted their leader and Amaya's Team rode into the crevices, a maze that would conceal them from the ever-nearing drones.
Wing mounted the horse, a restless Palomino, and rode back towards their soon-to-be abandoned home.
A/N: It's getting there.
8D SO WHAT DO YOU WANT TO HAPPEN? Any suggestions will be taken. This will be fan-run for the most part
