Lroon
17-01-2007, 23:31
The time had come. The Exodus was over. Lroon had been cleansed by the fires of its own sins. Even the man who had brought it all about- Mensan's death, the carefulls orchestrated violence, the bottom falling out of the economy, the Exodus itself, and finally, the use of nuclear weapons to cleanse those who had been left behind.
And now, the perfect site for New Lroon was scarce miles away. The trip on these cargo ships had not been easy. One hundred million to start out with, almost a quarter had died of disease. But it was not in vain, for now they were here.
Less than miles, actually. He had been daydreaming too long. Henry brushed the hair out of his eyes- he was going to have to get it cut one of these days- and ran down to the ship boarding. According to The Book, there would be natives there, and they would be hostile, but easily dealt with.
So the first to land on New Lroon would be himself, and fifty other strong men, armed to the teeth, to carve a foothold for the colonists that would follow.
Fifty of them were dressed as John was, in simple fatigues. The fifty-first, however, the Centurion (the other fifty of his forces being in the second boat) was dressed a bit more flamboyantly. In addition to the rifle slung across his shoulder, he had a pistol holstered on each hip, a bandolier strung across his chest, and a holster holding two more pistols, three throwing knives and a sword slung across the opposite shoulder.
Perched on his head was a three cornered cap at a jaunty angle, and his hair, longer even than John's, and blond, was in dreadlocks, in which beads had been woven in.
"Let's do it then," he said, as the landing boat rattled up on shore, and stopped, a ramp lowering to allow the men to spill out.
Almost immediately one of them cried out, as an arrow sprouted from his clothing. It was, however, unable to penetrate the chainmail underneath, and the natives had exposed themselves to fire.
Not all of the men had guns. Some made do with improvised crossbows, or long bows, while others still threw grenades. In a matter of moments, even before the second boat had landed, the beach was cleared. The second boat was considerably larger, and contained a large amount of tools as well as men and weaponry. The men instantly set to work on cutting down trees and began errecting a rough palisade. The natives, meanwhile, were allowed to reclaim their fallen, and showed no further signs of hostility. This, however, was not expected to last.
About a week later, with the last of the supplies being offloaded from a landing boat, a radio transmission was sent out.
"This is the New Colony of Lroon. We are risen again, and are ready to entertain relationships with the outside world."
And now, the perfect site for New Lroon was scarce miles away. The trip on these cargo ships had not been easy. One hundred million to start out with, almost a quarter had died of disease. But it was not in vain, for now they were here.
Less than miles, actually. He had been daydreaming too long. Henry brushed the hair out of his eyes- he was going to have to get it cut one of these days- and ran down to the ship boarding. According to The Book, there would be natives there, and they would be hostile, but easily dealt with.
So the first to land on New Lroon would be himself, and fifty other strong men, armed to the teeth, to carve a foothold for the colonists that would follow.
Fifty of them were dressed as John was, in simple fatigues. The fifty-first, however, the Centurion (the other fifty of his forces being in the second boat) was dressed a bit more flamboyantly. In addition to the rifle slung across his shoulder, he had a pistol holstered on each hip, a bandolier strung across his chest, and a holster holding two more pistols, three throwing knives and a sword slung across the opposite shoulder.
Perched on his head was a three cornered cap at a jaunty angle, and his hair, longer even than John's, and blond, was in dreadlocks, in which beads had been woven in.
"Let's do it then," he said, as the landing boat rattled up on shore, and stopped, a ramp lowering to allow the men to spill out.
Almost immediately one of them cried out, as an arrow sprouted from his clothing. It was, however, unable to penetrate the chainmail underneath, and the natives had exposed themselves to fire.
Not all of the men had guns. Some made do with improvised crossbows, or long bows, while others still threw grenades. In a matter of moments, even before the second boat had landed, the beach was cleared. The second boat was considerably larger, and contained a large amount of tools as well as men and weaponry. The men instantly set to work on cutting down trees and began errecting a rough palisade. The natives, meanwhile, were allowed to reclaim their fallen, and showed no further signs of hostility. This, however, was not expected to last.
About a week later, with the last of the supplies being offloaded from a landing boat, a radio transmission was sent out.
"This is the New Colony of Lroon. We are risen again, and are ready to entertain relationships with the outside world."