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31 May 2017 @ 07:31 am
_Scrambled_ part 33  
  

The insane man looked around at the troops, shrugged off his rifle and backpack and held them out to Ahco. "Hold these for a moment."

Ahco choked, as he reached and took them . . . Right, a 20mm sniper rifle is hardly what you need in a brawl, but . . . He boggled as the maniac un hooked a crowbar from his belt and swung it idly by his side.

"Poe? All three types of shields, please, for anyone sensible enough to stay out of this mess."

MacU sputtered, then Ijje stepped up beside him and waved at Nick. "Lieutenant Ebho! I want him dead."

"Go!" Ebho had barely opened his mouth before half the guards rushed forward.

And Nick ran to meet them. Spells flicked like strobe lights, men fell, other tripped over them, laughing, spinning, tripping . . . screaming and falling as Nick leaped the fallen first line and started demonstrating the use of a crowbar in combat. Broken legs, broken arms . . . heads.

Shooting. Not touching the Warrior. Bouncing off a shield to hit guards in the fight.

"No shooting! No shooting!"

Ahco lost sight of Nick as he was surrounded. Flinched away from a flash of light, blinked watering eyes, trying to see around afterimages . . .

A scream from MacU. His supporting soldiers fell, leaving the minister wavering on one leg, an arm around his neck and a knife at his throat.

"Now. Minister. Only the strong survive, you said. I think I've just demonstrated who the strongest man around here is. But I prefer the saying the only the smart survive. Are you going to be smart, Minister?"

MacU was wide-eyed, sweating, breathing in short desperate pants . . . Nodding.

"Very good. Now stand down your men."

The horrified hoovering Ijje, spun and started screaming orders. Not that the guards were rushing to make contact again . . .

A quarter flash blinded, half the rest bespelled or "crowbarred." And then the ricochets . . .

As the battlefield quieted, Nick took his knife from the ministers throat and released him.

"So, I'll give you the same orders I gave General Fu. No waging war. Murder, rape, assault and theft are crimes. You, I with great reluctence, name Governor of your . . . let's call it a state, shall we? Yes, the State of Ministry will encompass your wing of this pinwheel mess, and the grasslands to the north of it, up to, but not including the next wing. Govern them well—because there will be an election in two or three months."

Poe glanced his way and hung his head. "I was useless. I couldn't do anything."

Nick thumped his shoulder. "You found the mental and moral courage to try. That's the hardest part. The rest is just education and drill. We'll start again in a few days.

He gripped the man's shoulder. "I'm proud of you."

Nick walked away from him, and over to Ahco. "And you are Governor of the State of Apartments. Your wing and the grasslands to either side, and beyond."

"No threats?" Ahco held out the gun and backpack.

"Doubt they're needed. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll go talk to everyone else." Nick paused. "Dammit. Okay. That forty story tower over there? That's now the World government building. I'll sleep there, where I can keep an eye on these idiots. Hopefully no one comes to me with problems. And with luck, we can also elect a president—or tyrant if needed—in two or three months."

Ahco watched him just walk away. The guards still on wall duty under Lieutenant Ynja's eye got out of his way.



Chapter done

Nick was delighted to see that Lou had returned. "Excellent. All the people I need. Lou, you are hereby appointed to the Governorship of the State of Main. Your wing and half the grasslands southwest and all the grasslands east to the next wing."

Lou groaned. "I hope I heard right about an election in three months?"

"Yes. Now, Red Zone, Red Stone, State of Red. Both wings and the grasslands in between. Governor . . . "

Enuf and Marco both pointed at Kirk.

"What! Me, oh no you don't . . . "

"Governor Boot. Intelligent woman, well organized." Nick looked back at the Earther's buildings. "Hell with it. I'll slap them around tomorrow, if they still need it. I'm going to clean up and sleep the clock around before I do anything else."

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matapampamuphoff on May 31st, 2017 12:31 pm (UTC)
"Hold my beer and watch this"
mbarkermbarker on June 1st, 2017 01:18 am (UTC)
Did he have a bottle just an episode or two ago? Sure, with a sandwich. So he could actually hand that off with the rifle...
James ResoldierJames Resoldier on June 1st, 2017 03:16 am (UTC)
<< quote >>
MacU was wide-eyed, sweating, breathing in short desperate pants . . . Nodding.
<< unquote >>

Needs to be

MacU was wide-eyed, sweating, panting in short, desperate breaths . . . Nodding.

Reason is, the other way it could be read as he was wearing short pants in a new and strange way. I don't know why, but the sentence sounded wrong to me.

Another possibility is the word "chuffing". as in: chuffing in short panting breaths.
Paul BeardPaul Beard on June 5th, 2017 05:54 am (UTC)
Maybe its some american slang i am not up on, But I would take hoovering as vacuuming with a hoover and hovering does not quite fit.Stunned? shocked?