Adventures of a Drunkard Pilot

Chapter 7: ......Different Era

Again, that shocked silence filled the room for a few seconds.

"What?" Cameron asked simply.

"Lord Rojas just executed Charlie," Tex forced out. I couldn't tell if it was grief from a lost friend or rage toward this Lord Rojas, but he was barely able to talk.

Before he could say anything else, Mitchell, Arthur and I all stepped forward and spoke at the same time. "Where?" we asked in unison. Masters just nodded to us before taking off in a sprint. The three of us took off after him.

"Guys, no!" Cameron called from the back of the pack, but we ignored her and ran after Tex. Even though we were in heavy armor, it felt as though I was only wearing my clothes. The scaled sections reacted like cloth would, while the plates shifted like bicycle pads would. Tex took us back past the classroom and down the hall towards our rooms. We rounded the corner that would lead us to a t-junction that would either lead to our rooms or the cryo-labs, but I slid to a stop at the sight in front of me. On the floor, all 27 trainees were kneeling with their head bowed to a figure standing in gold robes. On second look, however, I noticed that one of the figures wasn't kneeling, but rather doubled over. It was the young girl I had noticed when everyone ran out of the briefing room.

"Charlie!" Arthur shouted, remembering her name from when Tex had used it only moments before. It was then we all noticed the pool of blood around her. He stepped towards the body of the young girl, but was stopped as the figure in the robes raised a sword. I immediately tensed, and grabbed my axe off my back. Arthur slid to a stop, grabbing but not drawing the sword handle on his left forearm.

"Who dares defy Lord Sampson Rojas of the Serbian Military?" the figure challenged.

"The commanders of the little girl you just killed, fucker," Mitchell shot back.

The figure cocked his head. "And who dares address a superior like that?" he lowered his sword, shiny with Charlie's blood, and took a step toward us. "I should execute 3 more of your trainees, just to make a point," he was a white man, maybe 30 years old, with smooth skin and an unmistakable air of narcissistic authority.

"Try us," I said.

"As you wish," Lord Rojas said, then smiled. He raised his sword and went to bring it down on Mackenzie. I lashed out, extending my axe and throwing it in one motion. The axe flew through the air and hit the handle of Rojas' sword. It took the handle out of his hand and threw it across the hallway. My axe kept going, thrown off by the impact, and stuck solidly in the wall 15 feet past Rojas.

"How dare you?" Rojas raged, stepping back. We heard footsteps behind us. I turned around to see soldiers in armor colored the same gold as Rojas' robes come running toward us. As they stopped and raised their guns, I drew the .357 revolver in the holster on my thigh and aimed back at them. Mitchell, who was in back, spun around and drew his staff. It came to full length, which he spun a few times in front of his body like a fan blade. he stopped it, jerked it to the side, and must have activated a secondary mode. A foot and a half long scythe blade sprung from the staff end. I looked behind me back at Rojas, who glared back.

"Soldiers, apprehend-" he started, stepping forward. He was interrupted when Arthur drew the sword handle and triggered it, causing 5 different 6-inch sections to fold out like a metallic snake. The sections formed a blade, the tip of which was resting slightly in Rojas' throat. The entire room went silent, save for the three of us getting ready to battle. I saw a slight trickle of blood run down Rojas' neck.

"You give that order, you lose your head," Arthur told him coolly.

"How dare you harm a Lord of the Serbian Army-" Rojas started again, but was cut off as Arthur twitched the sword ever so slightly.