Not So Different

Chapter 18

Third person POV

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Argon sat in his military command room, holographic projection of government buildings  made of blue light hovered above the table he headed.  The seats around the holographic table sat empty but that did not keep Argon from dictating plans. 

"Once we storm the West wall of building five, their troops will rush to the West wall and will leave thier East entrances underguarded, leaving them vulnerable.  From there it will be easy to take bulding five."  Argon did his best planning alone, he decided, where he could think without constant stupid questions from his officials. 

"We will temporarily spare the lives of a handful of the highest ranking officails of building five and use the as hostages to bargain with the capital."  Argon contemplated this concept. 

"Of course the top of goverment is know for it's disloyalty to the rest of the lower government in situations that endanger it's safety."  Argon mused at the cowardess of the human government's leaders.  Not that they were any worse than humans as a whole.  The vile creatures.  The world would be better off with them either enslaved or dead after his conquest.  Of course he perferred the second option but, alas, someone needed to do the dirty work of civilization. 

"A feignt attack to the capital's north, main entrance would draw out their forces.  An ambush to the southern section of the capital would provide the greatest possiblity of sucess.  If we could quickly take the capital, the North American Kingdom would be ours."  Argon paused, noting the empty chairs then grinned and corrected himself.  "Mine." 

There was a buzz over the room's intercom and the voice of Argon's personal guard, Leutinent Blunt, growled over it.  "Sir, Dr. Malum is here to see you."  On the screen showing video feed from the hallway outside, Argon saw the short, portly man in his lab coat standing there, malice and dark glee in his beedy eyes.  Argon had a clear distaste for the little man but he was still useful.    Well, he had been. 

"Let him in," Argon said after he pressed down the intercom button.  He removed his finger after he finished his order and watched as the door opened with a hiss.  Dr. Malum, who appeared almost like a demonic cupid, walked in and nodded towards Argon. 

"Pleasure to see you again, Mr. Argon," Dr. Malum said in his thin, reedy voice.  Argon sneered.

"I wish I could return the sentiment," Argon replied in a dry voice and Malum frowned.  "How is breaking our guests' spirits coming along?"  Argon asked as Malum took the farthest seat at the table.  An evil grin spread across Malum's face. 

"Quite well, I'd say," Dr. Malum's voice a sadistic glee in it.  It disgusted Argon.  The little man took too much joy in his responsibilities. 

"Well, I'd have to disagree with you," Argon told Dr. Malum, standing and walking towards the little man.  "I had a few guards check in on the two not a few moments ago and it was reported that they seemed even more defiant, that there was no change in their behavior." 

"That can be easily fixed," Dr. Malum stated in gleeful voice.  He seemed totally unaware of the edge that had crept into Argon's voice. 

"Oh, it will," Argon assured the little man.  "But unfortunatly your methods aren't working, doctor, and I generally dislike you."  Fear crept into the doctor's eyes as he realised what was going on. 

"I p-promise sir, my methods will work," The little man assured him.  "You just have to give me more time."

"I am afraid you are out of time, doctor, and I out of patience for you," Argon told the man who had begun to cower in his seat as Argon towered over him.  "You are no longer on prision duty.  I am re assigning you to combat training.  You will be placed on the front lines of our forces."

"What?"  Dr. Galum squeeked.  "You can't put me in your army.  I can't fight, I'll be slaughtered."

"Then, I suppose you will have to learn how to fight rather quickly," Argon told the man with cold eyes.  "You are dismissed."  Not waiting for the man to leave, because it was very unlikely he would by himself, Argon pushed the button summoning his guards and they openned the door and tromped in.  Without a word they drug the shuddering doctor away.  Argon heard a strangled sob from the hallway as the metal door once again closed. 

Argon took up his post at the head of the long holographic table once more.  He pulled up the holograph of the capital again and rotated it to the west wall.  "Of course the west wall is the least protected and storming it may not require a distration," Argon said, continuing on as if he not just sentenced Dr. Malum to a probable death.  "Perhaps a split force assault would be more effective..."

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I thought I'd give you a little look outside of Chris and Jet's minds at the world of Argon.  Quite a cold man isn't he.  Well any way, here you go Secret Ivy, Malum will no longer be a threat to our heros.  thanks all of you for reading my story so far, I hope you like it!

A humble writer who loves chocolate

-Ren Cirdan