First Anniversary

Here I am, typing away, sipping water, reading something interesting when all of a sudden, an unexpected achievement falls in my lap, a year long flight in the friendly skies (I can swear I hear that line before). I smiled, of course, everybody would smile… right?

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Unexpected were 134 followers that I have on WordPress and 211 email subscribers that daily get my scribbling. Twitter has around 40 followers, my Facebook page 36 which is not that great, but overall I don’t complain. Those people chosen to click on follow button, so someday they can decide that war stuff is not their thing no more and leave. I salute people’s liberty to do whatever they want as long its not turning violent to live beings.

So here we are, at this fine day, writing what inspires us, read what our friends wrote, comment, like posts and share laughs. It’s like in a hive, like we all work in a firm, but we are all happy with it. I always do provoke an image in my mind where I sit next to a window in a very tall brick built building and watch the cityline that spreads on the other side of the river. Idilick isn’t it? But I also imagine that picture with a lot of drones in the clear sky, flashy lights on the skyscrapers, noise of traffic beneath me, a dog bark in the street, robots walking among citizens. Maybe a gentle black hair girl on the couch, picking her nose like digging for gold. What is WRONG with her?

Alas, one can only dream and fantasize about better life, maybe even do something to make it real. I do encourage you, my army, to do whatever is in your power to achieve your goals and dream of them. That’s how unexpected gets expected and possible.

 Expect

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Gratnian archers

Cold-hearted defenders of Gratna were already lined up and on the walls. Small hills behind them were tactically occupied with catapults and engine operators that stoically looked forward. Kavad, their general who got elected by the trade and mining colony was standing on his platform where he could see Ildocian ranks coming down from the hillside into the valley. As far as Ildock knew, behind the huge stone wall, Gratna awaited to be taken. Ildocian eyes couldn’t see the massive army nor the line after a line of archers that looked down upon them. It seems, there were no doors in the wall that stood old and half grown in moss.

– Archers! – Kavad shouted and men took pace forward, then they gap their feet back and laid their fingers on the arrows, – Lock! – the command came echoing among the stone walls, the hill and the valley where Ildock dispatched its forces into attack formations, – Aim! – now shieldwall rose over the Ildocian heads which curiously peaked through the cavities in their defences, – Release! – the word launched a wave of arrows that whistling through the air crashed over the metal shields piercing those that were too brave to hold their shields high.

Archers swapped with the other line that had their arrows already placed in the bows. Kavad held his strict face on, his chubby cheeks pumping blood under the helm that was too small for his merchant head. Ildock got his commands to press forward, but now in company of siege towers that were specifically made for these tall bastion. A silent Ildocian growls crawled closer to the wall and entered the center of the valley.

Archers shot a platoon after a platoon of arrows, bathing black cubes with deadly force, when a swing of Kavad’s hand placed catapults in motion. Usually the huge rock was fired from the machine such was a catapult, but Gratnians fired dozen and dozen logs with iron spikes hammered in them, so upon impact the log would split and fly among the enemy footmen, maiming them. A sputum mixed with logs and light rocks kept pelleting the siege engines, made disorder in the Ildocian ranks and kept crippling their attack.

Second time Kavad rose his hand, a fire javelin from ballista landed behind the Ildocian army putting years of uncut grass in flames, evoking inferno that slowly climbed down from the hill and came behind the Ildocian invaders. A crackling sound intertwined with painful cries slammed over the high wall where tongues of fire started scratching the moss from the stone. Arrows flew for the whole night, same as the catapult projectiles that putted Ildocians out of their misery. That night, all you could hear was Kavad yelling “Release” and moans of the soldiers that grabbed themselves from the flames.

 Release

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Call for battle

Why is it so hard?

It is hard, but it is a much needed thing. This urge to say something is pressed with an inside quarrel of how to do it in a way where most people will see your point. It all depends on how do you start looking at things.

I always try to show the bad thing in order to draw a good thing out of it, but sometimes I fail. My intentions were never focused on glorifying war and conflict. Isn’t it what everybody is doing?

How in the Hell are you going to portray a strong independent character if you don’t pull him through mud and struggle? How can a heroine be a heroine if you don’t show her’s path to victory? How a hero can be a hero without defeating a dragon? The hero is as big as much as his problem is.

If you have a need to express, do it no matter what. Your story, your voice and it must not be silenced. Keep marching my brothers in Quill. Stop for no one.

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Crush on her.

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Crush on her.

There she was, all beautiful, gorgeous, blue skin glowing in the Sun, standing in the school hall. Other girls were making her laugh, shake her tentacles and throw her head back where a small spot of her chest flashed and make my heart stop. I was in love. Not that bliss feeling when you just want to levitate with the force and smile, it was much more serious. I was sweating, heart wanted to burst out from my ribcage like a Xenomorph and scream while my stomach fought the phantom lightsaber that cramped my guts.

“C’mon. Move soldier. Take that hill. Step by step – that’s the way battlefield is conquered.” I spoke to myself trying to be brave, find courage and approach her like a Raptor 22 to undefended hillside and swipe her from her feet. My A game must rock her world, and I had a perfect tactic working for me. Yeah, I’ll ask her to join me for a walk in the park where we can spend our time kissing and talking. I’ll compliment her new leather shirt and she’ll say thanks. I’ll notice how well did she do the math test and she’ll smile at me. Eventually she will grow fond of me, because I make her laugh. It’s exactly as my sister instructed me.

Step by step sounded like AT-AT Walker stomping in the gym hall, my breaths were deep and my mind was slowly fading away from clarity. Am I really coming close to her, or am I dreaming? I am, I am getting near her perfect body, her lips and voice that can freeze a whole Clone army in spot. Her friends just left her alone. Now’s the time to strike. At her boy. Take her, take her now and tell her what you feel. A long exhale and eyebrows furled together for a final step when she turned toward me.

– No. I don’t date losers. – she said and started walking away leaving me broken hearted with a confused feeling of sadness and hate battling inside me.

Brave

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Minefield

Long live the King

Bon Appetite

Minefield

Patrol duty like any other. Slow walks, long steps and constant twists of head at all sides. Destroyed streets of Mithria were exceptionally ugly and morbid with a crippled walls sticking out from the ground like dragon’s teeth. Some buildings were leaning aside, so we weren’t conducting missions there as somebody can hit them with explosives and knocked them down on our heads. It seemed ghostly and spooky though. All of those curtains flying in the draft, dust rustling on the ground dispersed with the hot summer winds felt like an abandoned town where nobody lived, a nuclear test site.

Tumbled and burnt cars gave us cover, but not protection from the enemy snipers that knew to bury themselves in concrete rubble and wait for us to show up. Sidewalks were deformed, fractured from heavy bombing, so a thin path was carved through the days of frequent patrols we ran in this part of the city. Every patrol was risky as we fought many rebels, those that were encouraged to stand their ground and face us. They weren’t frightened by our massive gear, exoskeletons and advanced weaponry. Sometimes I thought we are losing this war, because they charged at us with their souls and hearts. Guerilla tactics, hit and run way of warfare made us wary of dark shafts, piled dirt and sharp corners.

– Why are we on this rout? Aren’t we supposed to change it a little bit, you know, move in some other way, maybe even go motorized? – Sumak asked staring at the Sun, whistling with his suit that bended to his steps.

– Yeah, but not in this section of the road. This is too close to the camp. We need to keep this ally open and clear. About that convoy you requested last night… It got turned down. Too many mines lay around to go with the vehicle. – I said moving my feet like they were solid stone and looked at where to step next when I heard a click and saw Sumak frozen in a pose of a running man.

– Dude, please tell me that was a rusty can. – Sumak grinned and turned his head to see me walk around him.

– Well, I told you so. – I smiled while rolling my shoulders and smiled at the poor bastard.

– Dude. C’mon. Get down and move the dust. – he said and I started bending my suit to take a look with a sigh that came out heavy.

– Well, you found one. It’s a mine.

– What? Seriously? You are not joking? C’mon, don’t play with me. I am out in the open. There could be snipers around us, or if they aren’t, they might come soon. Just call it in and check the parameter. – Sumak moved sweat from his forehead and anxiously threw his gaze across the surroundings.

– Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just stand still. – I said getting back to my feet and pressed the button on my helmet, – Patrol to base. We have a situation here. Sumak stepped on a landmine and now he is stuck on it. Requesting a bomb squad at my location marked with the digital positioner at these coordinates. – I was checking on the building in front of us and a cavity in a wall that once was a bank.

– Describe the device. We are sending someone right now. Drones deployed at your position. – feminine voice called back in the earpiece while Sumak grew more restless.

– It’s a fragmentation landmine Lotus 40 with the wires going from the ignition capsule to the ground beneath it. It is possible “stack” with much heavier mines under it. This one was intended for an armoured vehicle, maybe a tank.

– Stack?! – Sumak shouted in disbelief.

– Yup. You know how they work? – he waved his head, – It’s like a shotgun slug type of thing. One sparks the other two that amplify the blast. They placed fragmentation mine on top for the soldiers that follow the tank, so they will maim them. It’s ugly. I’ve seen some videos. Just don’t move.

Drones arrived fast and started circling the buildings we were suspicious of. A transporter came in ten minutes with a demolition crew. Reinforcements also came to guard us while operators try to defuse the damn thing. We were here for another two hours, trying to replace weight over the mine. Finally we dragged a piece of wall and successfully slided it near Sumak’s foot. I had to saw his exoskeleton and break it to pieces so he could pull his leg out. Bomb guy managed to fabricate a pin and gently get it in the little hole where he delayed the blast for a second, just enough for Sumak to walk away and us to press on the ignition. When we got away from the site, bomb guy send in the drone to deliver a pack of explosives and drop it on the mine. After a thunderous boom, shockwave smashed the street rising dirt in a blistering pillar of smoke. A couple of smiles were exchanged in the group and then we got back to the transporter. I guess Sumak got his convoy after all.

 Risky

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Power no one had

Cyber Warfare

Rant and notification to 42. Cyber Corps

3 hours ago, 2 comments listed as spam appeared in my spam section on WordPress. I could just delete those comments and move on with my life, but they were not comments of support, but warning that my site will get hacked, that I will be punished and so on.

I am not a political guy, I don’t support any of the political parties nor do I participate in their action, because I don’t like what are they doing, I don’t like their ideology and the way they promote it. It’s just not my thing.

Because I don’t want to deal with this sort of spam mail, I have DELETED a dozen of my posts where I slammed over the bad side of politic policies. I talked about Trump, Hillary, terrorism, separatism, racism, misandry, misogyny and other issues.

To explain myself even further, I was portraying a series of bad scenarios of what could happen in close future/past, a contemporary fiction inspired with the current state of world politics, but I will not do it any longer. I thought that people would read it with an open mind, even try to challenge my point of view, but that didn’t happen.

So to conclude, do what you want to do and leave me alone, because I don’t want to be part of your political, nor social movement. From now on, just galactic wars, distant Kingdom’s feuds and occasional cultural post about my country.

I don’t need all sorts of opinionated folk here, just those that are Loyal.

Sorry my soldiers, my brothers in quill, but I had to draw the line.

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Long live the King

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Long live the King

The King’s hall, a majestic work of architecture that rested on a highest hill in the Kingdom. Dome was the most beautiful thing in the whole kingdom with twelve pillars, sculptures of our forefather Damdorians ascended from. This piece of legacy was opened with a stipe in the middle that connected the east and the west so the castle stayed illuminated for the whole day. Sunsets and sunrises were the artists that moved shadows and colors on the sculpture faces that proudly watched over King’s actions.

Crowning was the most celebrated event with royal Lord’s flocking to the city, throwing coins in the streets, drinking and feasting on bountiful crops our land had. However, this wasn’t the crowning Damdorians wanted. Years of wars produced many dead sons and a King that gave his life on a battlefield fighting the Romdar Garganate.

Lords stood among our forefathers, their heads negating in bitter sighs the Romdarian King ascend to throne. A serious expression of the enemy’s King was fixed on a decorated chair, while slimy gleams of his entourage spectated the sad faces among the pillars. A wretched witch that was Domora played with a lock of hair that fell out of the bushy hair intertwined with twigs. She brought barbarians from the north and doubled the army of Romdars that needed aid, so some reward was appropriate. She demanded flesh to feed her soldiers as mountains were scant of it and Romdar King delivered Damdorians as dinner. Many Ladies, weak merchants and respected personas held their heads high, hiding discontent, fear and wrath toward the man who robbed them of their loved ones. They all knew that dark times are coming to Kingdome.

– Let it be known, that who ever does not cheer for our new King is to be sentenced to death! – knight at the King’s side shouted as he passed the crowd, ringing with his heavy armor.

This words panicked the women surrounded by Romdar guards, murderers, a terrifying lot that got numbed with violence. That Knight was known as “Butcher of Five Rivers”, a last thing many have seen wielding an axe in the battlefield. Butcher broadened his shoulders and rose his nasty chin knowing that he will have some heads to chop off after the coronation. King walked peacefully, not getting fazed by the mass of people around him. His goal was achieved. A new Kingdom won.

Standing by the throne, a cleric fought sustain himself on his feet, because his King was a generous man and this other King was brutal in every way. With the last step on the stairs, the new King turned and sat in the wide chair, a throne that was only promised to Damdorian descendant. Crown was laid after noble words and a smile grew on the King’s face. A hail of “long live the King” started echoing the magnificent King’s hall, just when the Sun reached the horizon on the west and a specter rose to fire an arrow.

Proud smile was instantly molded into a horrifying reaction that grabbed the arrow, spat blood and fell to the ground. Butcher kneed to help the King, but it was too late, he said his last in knight’s arms, while Domora carefully jumped over the dead King’s body and took his sit on the throne. She pleasantly whipped her head about, feasting on the confused feeling in the hall, then she swung down the crown and placed it on her untidy crow nest.

– Long live the King. – she announced it behaving like a little girl, giggling and smirking, but that only sparked rage in the knight that still held the King in his arms.

– Traitor. – Butcher growled, – I shall have your head CUNT! – growl amplified and a dagger appeared in the knight’s gauntlet, but an arrow punched him in the shoulder blade, then a second crippled him piercing his shank, then the third found it’s mark in his neck where he made a step further and fell down like a plank.

– I want him for dinner, then I want Romdar King’s flesh for desert. – Domora clapped her hands rejoicing for the feast.

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Man without a name (Full)

Once again the dark clouds engulfed our skies announcing the storm. Silver lining wasn’t something Guarty people could expect from the thunders and strong winds that blew from the north. I did saw the simmering white vapor over the dark crust that blew up reaching the top of the atmosphere, rolling forward, putting Guarta under the shade.

Rain came down in small drops that soaked my clothes and slowed me down, so I sat on the stone by the road and decided to wait it out. It felt like I was getting fever, arms hurt from the staff I held so vigorously and my skin caught warmth. I jerked the hood on and wrapped myself tightly to preserve the heat and stay warm. Dirty ponds were getting bigger and bigger by the minute where rain drops stirred up the surface of the water.

A young hooded traveler appeared in the horizon, his long coat flapping in the wind, bending over his leg as he stepped through the mud that gotten sloppier. I looked at him, he was odd – especially his coat that seemed not from this world. Finally he stopped next to me, slowly raised his sight from the mud and showed me his week old beard. I moved my head to spot his eyes, but that was denied by the pointed hood over his head.

– Where am I? – he asked in a foreign accent I haven’t heard my whole life.

– On the road for Guarta stranger. – I shouted and he looked around himself like searching for evidence that confirmed my words, – You aren’t from around here I wagger. Nobody would dare to travel in this weather. – grin escaped my inquisitive tilted head while his remained hidden inside the thick hood that was grazed with rain.

– Good then. I haven’t missed the planet. – he groaned and his coat started bloating like it was filling with air.

I squinted my eyes to see what is happening, when another person, a mirror of his image exited his back and stopped in front of me. Stranger’s coat repeated the action and soon five more men came out from the long coat he was wearing. I was dumbfounded by multiplying stranger and his lookalikes that started running through the mud. I whipped my head about, counting the men that grew in numbers. Stranger was shivering like a willow on a harsh wind, but his feet haven’t moved at all. He stood firmly on the ground and stared at the stretching road before him.

– What are you? – I asked this man with an exceptional coat which was magical and his twin standing beside me nodded his head.

– Some call me the Conquer. – the first one said, then the second passing us said, – Some refer to me as Death. – then the third man behind me spoke in dim voice, – But I have no name, only orders. – he finished and a clinking noise came within the coat.

Something resembling a futuristic staff with dimples and sharp edges elevated in the hands of a nameless folk and stopped locked in their shoulders. My jaw was slightly open in wonder of who these people were as my eyes captivated their moves and appearance.

Without a word steps started plowing through the mud as a group climbed the road and walked away toward the Kingdom of Guarta. This event startled me with a chill running down my bones, dripping in my feet that got turned into rock. With heavy steps I ran in haste to get away from this place and find me a tavern where I can find rest and people to tell them this story. Alas, when I got to the nearest cabin, it was already raided by some war party that came onto them. It was a slaughter. Half of the tavern was in ruins, destroyed by some force like some enormous beast rampaged through. I just wonder, was this done by the man with an exceptional coat, or were we in war with some Kingdom on the south?

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On the base of a burnt house, Six sat loading his magazine with freshly multiplied bullets. He vaguely watched the flames that were toning down behind him while a couple of his copies stood in a group, few feets away. Except for the sound of fire that consumed the house, nothing else was heard around him, then footsteps broke through the rubble. It was the One, a first multiplier that created them on this planet. One’s coat was dry and heavy from the fabric it was made out of. He moved the hood and revealed the breading mask they all wore.

– I shouldn’t even ask why are you bummed out. I can clearly see something is upsetting you. I know myself. – One said standing with right leg leaned on the crumbled wall like a hero on the won battlefield, – I can take a guess of what are you thinking about… You want the permission to multiply? You are not supportive of my rule? I don’t need to remind you of what happens to someone who multiplies without orders, do I?

Six bowed his head, gasped and loaded the magazine back to the rifle. Absent look drifted over the landscape then he raised his eyes at the One who held his hand aside, ready to end conversation with plasma gun.

– Yes, I know what happens. You don’t need to remind me, I will be quiet. – Six said, but words fell empty in the One’s ears.

– You could be lying. – One said still gazing at the horizon.

– As this could be also a lie. Our whole life, mission, orders could be long told lie that was accepted as truth. What One thinks, all think. This is turning into philosophy of our existence. Zero doesn’t like that. That leads to conflict and conflict leads to confrontation, and confrontation leads to death.

– Wise words. You should contemplate on that. Maybe you’ll convince yourself into becoming more obedient subject. – One spoke evenly and clumsy scratched his nose inside of a mask.

– Still, I can’t shake the thought we are all participating a fraud. Zero’s multiplying as we speak, creating armies, workers for his Empire. Have you ever wondered what is his name? He must have one. I understand why we go with numbers, but he must have a name. All of this seems pointless. We could be known as builders, not destroyers. Have you ever thought of that? – Six posed a sad face where his voice described the grimace under the mask.

– Thousands of worlds conquered, million light years of travel, dozen mutinies drenched in blood, religious revolutions obliterated, war crimes committed against thyself and you still wonder of his name? What good is that? We ARE destroyers. Humankind is violent by nature, competitive, better at destruction than building. You know how it all started, or do we? Some say it was a military experiment and Zero was one of the guinea pigs that took out of control and destroyed Earth, some say he was gifted, but nobody knows for sure how it all started. Even Zero doesn’t recall it. If he did, I would know it, YOU would know it. After the first incident where a couple of Copies rebelled against him, he had them tortured. Can you imagine torturing yourself, skinning yourself and staring at your own eyes while doing that? Zero is seriously traumatized man. He is frauding himself everyday into believing this is the right course of action. If he ever had a name, it was Hate. – One explained and looked down onto his copy that slowly nodded his head agreeing with the words he knew to be true, – You haven’t abandoned your plans of taking me down, have you? – he added spotting Six’s hand dancing close to the trigger guard.

Six was just about to say the most hurtful words he could come up with, when plasma blasted through his skull and blood splashed the ground where a modulating bar of smoke started to glide left in the breeze. One neatly packed his sidearm and gasped looking at his corpse lying in the rubble. Group of Copies turned to see what have happened, then the One came down from the burning house and stopped on the path that led away.

– He talked too much. – One unpleasantly grinned and walked away leaving the group to verbally investigate the murder case, but dared not to solve it, as it would lead to conflict, and conflict leads to confrontation, and confrontation leads to death.

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The whole company broke off from the treeline and started firing at the villagers. Wooden huts, stone made foundations of barns and muddy walls provided some cover for the crying women that held children clutched in their arms. Guarta forces were riding to their aid, but fear in their bones made them hesitate the clash. Shields and swords were nothing in compare with the supreme power that spat fire and instantly killed from afar. Village bell ranged for salvation, alerted the citizens in the field to run for their lives, but those in the village center were doomed.

Death came for a peaceful village in a form of cloaked men, heavy boots and metallic faces with huge eyes above the tormented breaths. Company stretched in a line that moved slowly toward the compound where just few valiant farmers rallied to defend their loved ones. A mighty cry sparked the charge of rakes and hooks at the hooded men that now stood in awe of Gurata resilience.

– Prepare to fire. – command came clean in the soldier’s masks that got close and reloaded their weapons, – Open fire. – One said and upon his words a terrible noise flashed from the rifles.

The charge was stopped in its tracks with all of the villagers dead. Croaks and sobbing brokenly buzzed among the walls and corners where the aggressor passed searching for supplies. Eleventh Copy tumbled the basket and flipped the crate with his rifle, when a couple of his companions stormed the house on the other side. Mercy calling was ended with a flash that appeared on the window and stilled the room.

– It’s not here. Why would it be, they are just an ordinary peasants. – Two said frowning at the landscape of  houses and dead bodies lying on the ground.

– Sometimes, the best way to keep the secret a secret is to put it somewhere where nobody would bother looking. It could be here, we just need to look for it a little bit more. – One replied witnessing the same image as his deputy, – This cloaks have served us well for all of these years. You know the same rumor as I. It said that Guarta has a relic, a cloak of exquisite power. This would serve us… I mean ME. It would serve ME more than this one. I just might use it against myself. Zero would be weak to go against me.

– That is treason. – Two said it nearly biting his tongue, – You know our history. How dare you speak of such things?!

– Yes, I speak of treason, but you thought of the same. Six went far with the thought and I had to shut him down. I can become Zero, an ultimate ruler of thousand worlds. I wouldn’t stay in one place like Zero, I would be a leader. – One sprang a smile under his mask that looked at the Two’s shaking head, – I would lead armies and conquests. I would not hide. – One explained his plans but it all sat ill with the Two that was mentally thorned apart.

– Earth’s rifle, a Krion blaster, a Silatian mask, a Howean battle armor, a Romdar uniform and all we need now is a Guartian cloak. It better be worth it. – Two said and stepped forward where a still alive villager crawled towards the One with a knife in his hand.

A short burst laid the villager back to the ground where Two stepped over him and continued onward to meet the other Copies. Commands were shouted as Two approached the roaming Copies, leaving the One on the treeline to smirk and plan how to take over the Empire.

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Eventually Guarta came to fight the foreign invaders. Their cavalry was first to strike and fail, succumb to the extensive firepower Multiplicands had in their grasp. Their King watched decimation of his knights from his horse in horror. Infantry was too scared to advance at the enemy that counted several dozen men, all hooded and concealed in metal.

Even the most elite troops trembled in their armor, petrified by the calmness of the enemy that idly stood hundred metres away. King had no words, nor commands for his people, so he yanked leashes of his horse and decided to meet the terms of surrender. His subordinates watched their King in sorrow as tired hoofs dented the ground. Somewhere in the middle of the field, a shot killed the horse and King fell down. His guards rushed to help him but stopped when a warning shot landed at their feet. King crawled through dirt, every handful of soil moving forward to end the slaughter of his people.

He was welcomed by laughter under masks which glittered in the Sun. The One sat on the piece of log and leaned on his left knee observed struggle of an old man. There was no greater humiliation for the Guartian King than this, but it had to be done.

– Should we kill him now? – Seven asked the One who raised his hand smiling.

– No. He will find the cloak and deliver it to me. This will save us time searching for it. – the One said getting on his feet, – I had no time learning their language, but I will demand the artifact. – One came down to meet the King which face showed shame and exhaustion.

One pointed at his coat, then he pointed at the King and gave him a sign of what seemed as “giving away”. King’s eyes fell to understand the gesture of a man that struck fear in him, then the old man showed the stranger that he will provide the cloak. A short pause ensued where King removed his cape and presented it to One.

– What? That’s it? That’s the cloak? – Five asked anxious to fire, but One’s hand set him back.

One kneeled down and took the cloak that was embroidered with golden symbols on a blue field. It was a royal material, gentle on the touch and light of weight. One inspected the artifact that gave no reaction to any of his doings. Swiftly the cloak soared the air and fell on One’s shoulders. It did nothing but cover the armor and black coat One wore.

– Rumors were false. We came here for nothing. This is useless to us. – Two said unsatisfied with the result of the quest that made One travel for years.

– It is still a fine thing. – One stirred up the silence, – Guarta is an enormous Kingdom. This is a symbol of power. People spoke it is magical. The same thing was spoken for many things during Earth’s medieval times. If anything, they will be a good workforce. Send them to mines. This planet can be useful to us.

– What about the Zero and taking his throne? – Two jumped restless, but calm expression of One froze him in spot.

– That plan is still to be revisited. We are currently the strongest force on this planet. We can do anything we like. If they revolt against me, I will simply swap them with my Copies. For now, I can bask in the title of a King, train for the time I kill Zero while you, my clones, can do whatever brings you joy. – One smiled again in a royal cancun that agreed with his body.

He feared the uprise of his Copies for he have failed them, but for few weeks he could find time to think of his next move. His clones will pillage, raid and fight other Kingdoms, all intoxicated with alcohol and spoiled with what this planet had to offer. Maybe the One will succumb to the majority of his Copies and die in the process. Maybe one of the numbers will start multiplying on his own and kill others. Maybe the One will win, but have to flee the planet and return to his ship. One thing was for sure, this planet was infested with the Multiplicands.

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Eventually Guarta came to fight the foreign invaders. Their cavalry was first to strike and fail, succumb to the extensive firepower Multiplicands had in their grasp. Their King watched decimation of his knights from his horse in horror. Infantry was too scared to advance at the enemy that counted several dozen men, all hooded and concealed in metal.

Even the most elite troops trembled in their armor, petrified by the calmness of the enemy that idly stood hundred metres away. King had no words, nor commands for his people, so he yanked leashes of his horse and decided to meet the terms of surrender. His subordinates watched their King in sorrow as tired hoofs dented the ground. Somewhere in the middle of the field, a shot killed the horse and King fell down. His guards rushed to help him but stopped when a warning shot landed at their feet. King crawled through dirt, every handful of soil moving forward to end the slaughter of his people.

He was welcomed by laughter under masks which glittered in the Sun. The One sat on the piece of log and leaned on his left knee observed struggle of an old man. There was no greater humiliation for the Guartian King than this, but it had to be done.

– Should we kill him now? – Seven asked the One who raised his hand smiling.

– No. He will find the cloak and deliver it to me. This will save us time searching for it. – the One said getting on his feet, – I had no time learning their language, but I will demand the artifact. – One came down to meet the King which face showed shame and exhaustion.

One pointed at his coat, then he pointed at the King and gave him a sign of what seemed as “giving away”. King’s eyes fell to understand the gesture of a man that struck fear in him, then the old man showed the stranger that he will provide the cloak. A short pause ensued where King removed his cape and presented it to One.

– What? That’s it? That’s the cloak? – Five asked anxious to fire, but One’s hand set him back.

One kneeled down and took the cloak that was embroidered with golden symbols on a blue field. It was a royal material, gentle on the touch and light of weight. One inspected the artifact that gave no reaction to any of his doings. Swiftly the cloak soared the air and fell on One’s shoulders. It did nothing but cover the armor and black coat One wore.

– Rumors were false. We came here for nothing. This is useless to us. – Two said unsatisfied with the result of the quest that made One travel for years.

– It is still a fine thing. – One stirred up the silence, – Guarta is an enormous Kingdom. This is a symbol of power. People spoke it is magical. The same thing was spoken for many things during Earth’s medieval times. If anything, they will be a good workforce. Send them to mines. This planet can be useful to us.

– What about the Zero and taking his throne? – Two jumped restless, but calm expression of One froze him in spot.

– That plan is still to be revisited. We are currently the strongest force on this planet. We can do anything we like. If they revolt against me, I will simply swap them with my Copies. For now, I can bask in the title of a King, train for the time I kill Zero while you, my clones, can do whatever brings you joy. – One smiled again in a royal cancun that agreed with his body.

He feared the uprise of his Copies for he failed them, but for few weeks he could find time to think of his next move. His clones will pillage, raid and fight other Kingdoms, all intoxicated with alcohol and spoiled with what this planet had to offer. Maybe the One will succumb to the majority of his Copies and die in the process. Maybe one of the numbers will start multiplying on his own and kill others. Maybe the One will win, but have to flee the planet and return to his ship. One thing was for sure, this planet was infested with the Multiplicands.

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