Pheirdhu

Sete D' Sangd

"You are told to stay here."

"Alright, geez..."

    Great, the Salletians have the time of their life at Beret Commune, and I'm stuck here at base camp. All they told me is stay here and let THEM handle it.

     I stood to a slope, and I can see the Commune. It's pretty far away, but it helluva big. Lots of colorful rooftops, and the Grotto's just fine. I could also see the Salletians marching their way there. This is the fucking 10th time they ditched me like this. Iswear, if I find out their taking all the credit for my work, their cunts are mine....

     I actually find it odd. They order me to make a lot of those things, and everytime we're near a Commune, they won't let me near it. Are they trying to hide something from me?

"Probably not." I breathed.

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"We're here, Commandier."

"Excellent. Start Operation Valkyrie."

"Yes, Commandier."

      Mellyn and her troops entered Beret. The place was breathtaking. The place was lined with markets and stalls selling all sorts of merchandise. From sundries to trinkets, they have everything you need and more. Street dancers scattered in the area, swinging and swaying to the beats of the vibrant melodies that filled the entire Commune. Everyone greeted them with smiles, which they fondly responded.

       It would only be a matter of time before their smiles would be replaced with tears. They are here to do business with Dathu Quarud. This is but another step in accomplishing Operation Valkyrie. When it has been completed, all of the Eastern Border would bend on their knees to Sallet.

It was very easy to spot the Grotto. It is made of Synfer crystals, the most durable and beautiful of it's kind. It is just one straight path to it, too. The Dathu has already made appointments to them. All they need is to introduce.

"Your business?"

"My name is Mellyn Jode. Commandier of the Salletian fleet. We have important duties to discuss to Dathu Quarud."

"Oh yes. Right this way Commandier."

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"Looks like they made it inside."

      I was still spying them through my binoculars. I am SOOOOOOOO jealous. It would be nice for a change. I could take the boring chitchat they'll do, anything to avoid this pit trap!

I heard growls......

I drew Rio, and spun around. Synfers. Four of them. They seem to be angry. I guess this is their territory. They're pretty known for brutally incapacitating anything that invades their turf. NOt a lucky day......FOR THEM.

One of them lunged at me. Ipointed Rio at it and pulled the trigger. I released three shots that bored to it's head. One down, three to go. They all charged. Synfers have poisonous crystal scythes on their hands. I did a spin around them and shot four bullets at one. One hurled a huge piece of CrystalPoints on me. I got hit. I didn't know that it was behind me. That's it, no more Nice Kraeinirr. I reloaded my ammo with peircing bullets. Without warning, I dashed towards them and did a jump just in time to avoid attacks. In midair, I pulled the trigger. With the modifications I made, I released 50 shots in two pulls.

   They were all down. Sipping down some potions, I gave myself a mental pat on the back.

"Okay, back to spying them....."

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"Greetings, greetings and welcome to Beret!"

"An honor and a pleasure Dathu."

"So canI interest you in some shortcakes? Their our specialty."

"Another time Dathu. Shall we begin?"

"Alright. So do you have it?"

"Right here."

    Mellyn handed Quarud the Mana-Coder. Quarud grinned. He looked at the device as some sort of Fountain of Youth. He knew that with this device, he would have power. Power that couyld rival anything.

"So Dathu, you are clear of the plan?"

"Of course I am. Lives are meaning less compared to the power I will have!"

"Then Ishall leave you to it, then."

"See you again Ms. Mellyn!"

"Yes, you too..."

    Mellyn smirked. She knew something. Something more than Kraeinirr or Quarud. The Source will be shared to no one but Sallet.

"Poor Dathu. Swayed by fruitful words. He does not even know that he is just but a pawn in the bigger picture. Soon, bloodlust would envelop this whole Commune."

    Mellyn thought of those words, whilst she and her troops make their leave back to base camp. Back at the throne room, Quarud's manic laughter filled the entire place.