Alternate Realities

War Games

Tumblr Prompt: Empty Chairs at Empty Tables - RQ

Response:

Silver soldiers crowded into the transport overlapping haphazardly and almost toppling out. They were adjusted, rotated, squished five more than capacity. They rolled along under the grey cloth that stretched from one end to the other. The transports jumped the caverns and dipped on soft pillows. The surface skidded and bumped from side to side, but all the soldiers stayed put.

A single length away, their target sat seemingly unaware. Keen eyes turned and focused on the approaching vehicle, the mess of weapons and abilities. The entire enemy tensed and curled under, ready to launch a counter attack. The silvers leapt from the transport and took their position, one by one. Shoulder to shoulder they stood and faced down their enemy.

The Nymph launched the first attack, a wave of water spewing out, coating the surface between them and the enemy. The enemy shrunk back, but did not flee.

The telky took his turn, blocks flipping end-over-end and crashing with violent strikes that echoed. The silver commands flinched at their own sound and the enemy hunched, seemingly content to fall under siege.

The leadership regrouped and brought forth the strongarm. The woman stomped one step at a time, crossed a crevasse and managed to maintain her footing across the fluffy bog before she curled her fingers under the very foundations of the enemy's perch. Straining, the surface wobbled then scratched, then hovered up. Everything shook with the force of her legs on the ground and the rise of the entire world.

The enemy jumped to the lava and scurried across the expanse of the Hall of the Sun, yipping it's protests towards it's master. Victory carried only a sighing resignation. A siege next time, the leadership declared, something to fill the time.

Cal called together his soldiers, loading one by one into the transport and surveyed for the next threat. All around him, empty chairs loomed like long stretches of battlefields. Without an enemy, they'd have to return to the buffet table and practice their drills. He pushed them along the cushions and made crashing noises as they skidded from one seat to the next.