[Fic] Upon a Moonlit Night: Part 21
So... it's definitely been quite some time since the last part (apologies). It's another sleepless night so, let's get started.
Need a refresher? Part 01, Part 02, Part 03, Part 04, Part 05, Part 06, Part 07, Part 08, Part 09, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20 (following the umn tag will also direct you, but the ff.net versions have been updated for errors)
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Natashia Rozengard sat atop her desk. In front of her lay a map of the region, a few notations sketched in colorful ink. A glass of port nestled in her right hand as she traced a finger across the map. Picking up a pen, she scribbled a pair of numbers over one location and then swirled the glass a bit before taking a sip.
There was a knock at the door.
“Voydite,” she called out before taking another sip of the fragrant liquor. Her Master at Arms, Sveta, stepped in, followed by two men. The first was tall and wore an indifferent scowl on his face, and he was followed by a shorter, younger man.
“Ah, komandir,” Rising, she reached out and clasped the younger man's hand in greeting. “Good to see you are holding well. Come,” Natashia motioned to the desk and map. Ky moved to stand beside her while Sol stepped aside to slink against the bulkhead. Setting her wine glass down, the Trinity’s captain pulled the map closer and pointed a finger at one spot. “Here is where we found you,” she slid her finger to the right, “and here is where your training camp was.”
Ky studied the two places for a moment. He hadn’t realized just how far they had been into Gear territory. His eyes tracked west from the first location as his mind reviewed the days and distances he and Sol had traveled from the Gear’s base. To his dismay, the Captain’s map did not show any of the towns that used to be. And any chance of locating that base again would be slim since he wouldn’t be able to use the city ruins as a starting point, but at least he had a general idea now.
Back east, he wondered how the camp had faired. Ky knew things would be all right in his Lieutenant’s hands, but that was on the assumption that they all were not overwhelmed by the ambush. The camp only had about one hundred Knights, most of them barely trained, but still better than nothing. He wasn’t able to get a good estimate of the attacking forces during the fray, but given that a MegaDeath class Gear was present… Ky tried to swallow the ball of doubt that had built up in his throat.
“So where do we go from here?” he tried to keep his tone neutral.
“We head to Vienna, where we will meet up with main forces.”
“Vienna? I thought the main forces were in Luxemburg?”
Natashia nodded. “They were. Kliff’s relocated and set up base in Vienna for the time being. He’s putting the Order’s focus on the rising forces on the eastern front.” She tucked a lock of her dark hair behind her ear and lightly dragged her finger over Russia’s western states. “From Vienna, we head rodina-to Russia.” Reaching for her wineglass she sipped gently before speaking again. “Your troops are moving currently, or will be very shortly. That is why we are going directly to headquarters instead of returning you there.”
Ky nodded, his lips pressed firm. It was a small relief to know that his men had not been completely wiped out. Undoubtedly there were heavy causalities, but the more lives that could be spared…
“Chto eto?” Natashia’s words interrupted his thoughts as her fingers brushed aside the collar on his uniform, eyes studying the red mark upon his collarbone. She made a small noise in the back of her throat before turning her attention to Sveta.
“Take him to the infirmary and have that bite looked at.” Pale green eyes traveled to the silent figure leaning against the bulkhead. “It looks poisonous,” she added, narrowing her gaze into an icy stare and then sipped her wine again. Sol returned the glare and then glanced towards the bow of the airship, scowling slightly and stiffening.
“Sol?” Ky called out.
At once there was great noise as the room rocked to the side. Natashia and Ky braced themselves against the desk (which, like most furniture on board, had been bolted down) as Sveta stumbled a bit. Sol remained unmoved. Anything that had not been secured now lay scattered across the floor. A slightly distorted female voice bellowed out from the intercom speaker in the corner of the room, speaking rapidly in Russian.
A tense smile appeared on Natashia face as she listened. Downing the last of her wine, she tossed the glass aside before rattling orders to Sveta. A quick affirmation and the Master at Arms turned on heel, disappearing through the door. Natashia then turned to the two men.
“Well, seems we’re in for a bit of a tumble. I expect your help-both of you,” she added, snapping as she shot a glare at Sol. There was another loud noise and the room lurched again. Grabbing the bulkhead, Natashia added, “I’ll have us move into the clouds for a bit of cover, but expect hell. They are merciless in the air.”
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I don't know any Russian, so if I got it wrong, please correct.
voydite - enter/come in
komandir - Commander
rodina - home (as referring to one's homeland)
chto eto? - What's this?
Feedback? Please?
Edited 10/8: for grammar, errors and diction. Still needs more editing =/
Need a refresher? Part 01, Part 02, Part 03, Part 04, Part 05, Part 06, Part 07, Part 08, Part 09, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20 (following the umn tag will also direct you, but the ff.net versions have been updated for errors)
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Natashia Rozengard sat atop her desk. In front of her lay a map of the region, a few notations sketched in colorful ink. A glass of port nestled in her right hand as she traced a finger across the map. Picking up a pen, she scribbled a pair of numbers over one location and then swirled the glass a bit before taking a sip.
There was a knock at the door.
“Voydite,” she called out before taking another sip of the fragrant liquor. Her Master at Arms, Sveta, stepped in, followed by two men. The first was tall and wore an indifferent scowl on his face, and he was followed by a shorter, younger man.
“Ah, komandir,” Rising, she reached out and clasped the younger man's hand in greeting. “Good to see you are holding well. Come,” Natashia motioned to the desk and map. Ky moved to stand beside her while Sol stepped aside to slink against the bulkhead. Setting her wine glass down, the Trinity’s captain pulled the map closer and pointed a finger at one spot. “Here is where we found you,” she slid her finger to the right, “and here is where your training camp was.”
Ky studied the two places for a moment. He hadn’t realized just how far they had been into Gear territory. His eyes tracked west from the first location as his mind reviewed the days and distances he and Sol had traveled from the Gear’s base. To his dismay, the Captain’s map did not show any of the towns that used to be. And any chance of locating that base again would be slim since he wouldn’t be able to use the city ruins as a starting point, but at least he had a general idea now.
Back east, he wondered how the camp had faired. Ky knew things would be all right in his Lieutenant’s hands, but that was on the assumption that they all were not overwhelmed by the ambush. The camp only had about one hundred Knights, most of them barely trained, but still better than nothing. He wasn’t able to get a good estimate of the attacking forces during the fray, but given that a MegaDeath class Gear was present… Ky tried to swallow the ball of doubt that had built up in his throat.
“So where do we go from here?” he tried to keep his tone neutral.
“We head to Vienna, where we will meet up with main forces.”
“Vienna? I thought the main forces were in Luxemburg?”
Natashia nodded. “They were. Kliff’s relocated and set up base in Vienna for the time being. He’s putting the Order’s focus on the rising forces on the eastern front.” She tucked a lock of her dark hair behind her ear and lightly dragged her finger over Russia’s western states. “From Vienna, we head rodina-to Russia.” Reaching for her wineglass she sipped gently before speaking again. “Your troops are moving currently, or will be very shortly. That is why we are going directly to headquarters instead of returning you there.”
Ky nodded, his lips pressed firm. It was a small relief to know that his men had not been completely wiped out. Undoubtedly there were heavy causalities, but the more lives that could be spared…
“Chto eto?” Natashia’s words interrupted his thoughts as her fingers brushed aside the collar on his uniform, eyes studying the red mark upon his collarbone. She made a small noise in the back of her throat before turning her attention to Sveta.
“Take him to the infirmary and have that bite looked at.” Pale green eyes traveled to the silent figure leaning against the bulkhead. “It looks poisonous,” she added, narrowing her gaze into an icy stare and then sipped her wine again. Sol returned the glare and then glanced towards the bow of the airship, scowling slightly and stiffening.
“Sol?” Ky called out.
At once there was great noise as the room rocked to the side. Natashia and Ky braced themselves against the desk (which, like most furniture on board, had been bolted down) as Sveta stumbled a bit. Sol remained unmoved. Anything that had not been secured now lay scattered across the floor. A slightly distorted female voice bellowed out from the intercom speaker in the corner of the room, speaking rapidly in Russian.
A tense smile appeared on Natashia face as she listened. Downing the last of her wine, she tossed the glass aside before rattling orders to Sveta. A quick affirmation and the Master at Arms turned on heel, disappearing through the door. Natashia then turned to the two men.
“Well, seems we’re in for a bit of a tumble. I expect your help-both of you,” she added, snapping as she shot a glare at Sol. There was another loud noise and the room lurched again. Grabbing the bulkhead, Natashia added, “I’ll have us move into the clouds for a bit of cover, but expect hell. They are merciless in the air.”
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I don't know any Russian, so if I got it wrong, please correct.
voydite - enter/come in
komandir - Commander
rodina - home (as referring to one's homeland)
chto eto? - What's this?
Feedback? Please?
Edited 10/8: for grammar, errors and diction. Still needs more editing =/