Army of the Damned

VOLUME 4 Chapter 7

Upon the trashing waters on the shorelines of Northern Meridia, a massive bulk cargo ship named Palermo is docked on the coast of Cape of Good Faith. The desert town has seen better days as its clay houses lay quietly, accumulating dust and dirt while its inhabitants of Men only look silently at the transport trucks passing by the middle of their town.

At the tiny Port that was in the midst of an expansion, the supply ship's cranes started loading in the Artifacts and Ancient Items the expeditionary team had found. With the size of the docks, only two of the five cranes could operate as the sailing ships from the local lord seemed like merely toys compared to the huge metal boat.

One of the Port Masters was looking through his clipboard, checking the items being delivered when a tall box with a note plastered "DO NOT OPEN!" was unloaded from a Rostock Ural 4320 transport truck. Looking at the papers, it has no such things listed in the manifest. "Hey! Ruskie! What the Hell is that?"

Behind the wheel, the player opened the driver side door and shrugged his shoulders. "Не знаю. The last 26, the one that barely made it back to the airfield, said that it was in the Barracks for the more Exotic artifacts." Immediately, the Elven player from the Men of the Woods began to scratch his head. "Damned be! Do these idiots know how many ships I have to manage with this tiny dock?! Okay! Load it up! " Out of thin air, a blonde woman as tall as him approached. He jumps, not noticing her presence at all.

"Heavens be, who are you?!" Though he takes a good look at her beautiful and curvy figure, tightly packed in a secretarial suit, he gathers himself. Realizing she had a Pass for Top Level Guild Officials. "That box right there. I want you to label it as Classified and to be transported on the train headed to the Space Guild upon arrival at Woodstock Port. It will not be taken to Iron Mountain." She didn't leave any room at all, speaking straight and quickly to the player.

"What? But you'll have to take it over to the Captain of the ship and the Loading Master. I am just in charge of the Port... wait, who are you even and who is giving these orders?" She then shoves a bunch of approved paperwork up the face of the Elf. "I already did. I just need you to make sure if anyone asks about that box. It's top secret."

Shifting his attention to the papers, the Harbour Master could see it was all signed and with the proper numberings and reference codes. "Uh huh... but that train is already a VIP. You can't shove this thing into its manifest!" she then leaned towards him, her hot breath overtaking his. "Would you want me to call your superior?"

"Y-yes ma'am." he saluted as he hopped into the back of the Ural transport truck, changing the label on it as the Harbour Master then went on his way as the vehicle moves on to the loading section. The blonde lady with her long ponytailed hair watching closely as the crane hoists the box out and into the cargo hold of the large ship.

With this, she began to walk away from the busy port. With its borders fenced up with watch towers armed with 50 caliber machine guns and searchlights. The lady walks behind one of the parked tanker trucks by the wall and easily hops over to the other side even with her heeled shoes. Walking towards one of the nearby alleyways, a Dwarf whose height reached her hips with an Elven man and stranger all in cloak followed as she headed down to the basement of one of the clay buildings.

The bearded Dwarf was curious about the entire thing and is visibly trying to find the right moment to speak up. "What is it Desson?" To his shock, the lady's head turned sideways to look at him. "Lass, are you sure about this? If thee' Ancient Queen awakens, ye' ole' world itself is a gonner. Hell, ya' spacecraft won't save ya', aye."

"I'm planning on preventing our... unlikely opponents from attaining Global Positioning and Communications while sending the threat the Gods warned us about to the skies." She then looked forward as they walked through the small sewer lines. "Are ya' truly sure about this?"