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Nukumora
Legacy Name: Nukumora
The
Galactic EscaladeOwner:
NamreebtoorAge: 14 years, 8 months, 2 weeks
Born: August 11th, 2009
Adopted: 11 years, 9 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: July 9th, 2012
Statistics
- Level: 66
- Strength: 62
- Defense: 30
- Speed: 72
- Health: 72
- HP: 72/72
- Intelligence: 12
- Books Read: 12
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
~
What suddenly woke her up from the twilight state of being she had adopted to escape the dreams of dark creatures with long, sharp teeth was a noise.
Wait.
A noise? The girl looked around astonished. All she could see were the opaque blue walls of her prison, and behind that, not more than a blurred vision, the ruins of her hometown. As always. Nothing had changed. It had been a dream.
What had been so astonishing about the unfamiliar noise was the fact Nukumora hadn't heard a single thing for 1021 years, 92 days, seven hours and 31 minutes. Her ocular implant computer had started counting when the tube had been closed, and since then, the thick glass and the mysterious poison that kept her alive hadn't let any sound from the outer world inside. Slowly, the memories of sound had faded from her empty mind, leaving nothing but silence. She coudl've gone deaf without noticing.
There! There was it again! A slight crackle, like a melting river of ice. So silent anyone else would have barely noticed, the crackling spread all over. It got louder. Crrk. Crk.
The undestroyable tube, forced from the finest bullet- and zombie-proof glass, was breaking.
Nukumora had longed for this moment for ages, but now she was scared. During the first 300 years she had banged against the tube so often even her implant had stopped counting, and Nukumora had been strong. Too strong in fact.
What could have caused this machine to break?, she wondered pressing her fists against the smooth surface of the glass.
First she thought of the zombies. But no, they left some seven hundred years ago, don't you remember?, she reminded herself. They went to invade the rest of the world, leaving you behind because they had no ways to open your tube. Otherwise they would've turned you into one of themselves or eaten your brain. So maybe you're lucky. Or maybe not. Depends on how you think of it.
Nukumora started hitting and kicking the glass again, causing more tiny cracks.
Oh, I remember it well, she thought, waking up the bitter pain of being forsaken and the burning hate of someone whose life has been destroyed. I remember it.
~
“Mora!”, James shouted hurrying into the weaponry where Nukumora was just trying to decide between a Mossberg 590 and a MAG-7 shotgun for today's training. “Mora!”
She turned around pointing at the guns. “What do you think, Ja-”
He interrupted her. “Boss wants to see you. Now!”
She didn't ask any questions. If James was that worried, it had to be something serious.
In Jeeves' office chaos reigned. A thousand loose sheets of paper were floating around, a lamp laid broken on the floor. Nukumora's implant did a short scan of the room and came to the conclusion this hadn't been the place of a fight, but that the mess had been caused by a single person. Most disturbingly of all, her boss' brown hair was disheveled. Nukumora couldn't imagine any situation without him being perfectly combed and hair-gelled.
“Jeeves”, she addressed.
Her boss looked up. “Ah, Nukumora. We're going to get invaded within three days.”
What? Her first reaction was disbelief. “That's impossible, Jeeves. Our defensive systems are the best all over the Sacred Lands. No one could invade this city if we don't want him to.”
Jeeves started walking around in his office, carefully avoiding the papers that had fallen to the ground. “You are the head of our state's army and take care for the defensive systems very well. I know that, Nukumora. But tell me one thing: how do these systems work?”
She was confused. “They're all different. Some activate the plasma tanks, most work with lasers, we scan the surroundings every fifth second, we have some traps, but all of these alert the main computer terminal if an intelligent mind is near. We'd even notice a robot." This was a strange situation. Nukumora found her former happiness gone.
Jeeves stooped walking and looked out of the window that provided a great view over the town. It was a beautiful city, rather clean and the most technologicalized bastion of the world. Jeeves ruled all of this.
“What would you do in case of attacking undeads?”, he wanted to know.
“Zombies?” Nukumora had never thought of zombies before. They were myths, not proven to exist, and even if they existed, surely not in the Sacred Lands. She would've known that.
“We have no defense systems to keep zombies at bay, Sir. Only guns.”
Jeeves nodded sadly. “That's what I thought. Fact is, there is a pack of a thousand undeads approaching the city. They come from Izare.”
Nukumora snorted. “One thousand? That's no match for us! We could defeat the triple amount of the best war planes!”
“But war planes have humans in them. Zombies don't.”
Nukumora shook her head. “What's the point?”
Jeeves turned around and looked straight at her. “You cannot kill a zombie, Nukumora.”
“...what?” Please be kidding me. Please, tell me it was a joke all along. Please smile.
~
Half an hour later Jeeves was still trying to convince her of his plan.
“That's impetuous and just...” Nukumora sought for words. “That's just plain dumb! You can't send our planes away! We depend on them!” Typical for a 28 year old. She had never been able to understand why the townspeople had elected Jeeves as sovereign at age 22. He was a good ruler, but still so... young. You're no older, Nukumora reminded herself. Stop judging.
Jeeves sighed helplessly. “It's the only way to evacuate the citizens, Nukumora.”
She crossed her arms. “I will never be leaving, and my troops won't either. You can't give up the whole city complex to a mere five hundred rotting pieces of flesh! Have you forgotten how much time, money and effort we spent for this state?”
“No, I haven't. But it's the only way to save our people.”
Nukumora bit her lip and didn't answer. I'm not sure if he knows what he's doing. But at least he cares for the people.
“You'll be given access to the plane terminal”, she agreed reluctantly. “Use whatever you want. But I won't send the army away. We'll stay and fight for this city. And even if we die - everything dies at a point. Soldiers are used to this thought.”
What suddenly woke her up from the twilight state of being she had adopted to escape the dreams of dark creatures with long, sharp teeth was a noise.
Wait.
A noise? The girl looked around astonished. All she could see were the opaque blue walls of her prison, and behind that, not more than a blurred vision, the ruins of her hometown. As always. Nothing had changed. It had been a dream.
What had been so astonishing about the unfamiliar noise was the fact Nukumora hadn't heard a single thing for 1021 years, 92 days, seven hours and 31 minutes. Her ocular implant computer had started counting when the tube had been closed, and since then, the thick glass and the mysterious poison that kept her alive hadn't let any sound from the outer world inside. Slowly, the memories of sound had faded from her empty mind, leaving nothing but silence. She coudl've gone deaf without noticing.
There! There was it again! A slight crackle, like a melting river of ice. So silent anyone else would have barely noticed, the crackling spread all over. It got louder. Crrk. Crk.
The undestroyable tube, forced from the finest bullet- and zombie-proof glass, was breaking.
Nukumora had longed for this moment for ages, but now she was scared. During the first 300 years she had banged against the tube so often even her implant had stopped counting, and Nukumora had been strong. Too strong in fact.
What could have caused this machine to break?, she wondered pressing her fists against the smooth surface of the glass.
First she thought of the zombies. But no, they left some seven hundred years ago, don't you remember?, she reminded herself. They went to invade the rest of the world, leaving you behind because they had no ways to open your tube. Otherwise they would've turned you into one of themselves or eaten your brain. So maybe you're lucky. Or maybe not. Depends on how you think of it.
Nukumora started hitting and kicking the glass again, causing more tiny cracks.
Oh, I remember it well, she thought, waking up the bitter pain of being forsaken and the burning hate of someone whose life has been destroyed. I remember it.
~
“Mora!”, James shouted hurrying into the weaponry where Nukumora was just trying to decide between a Mossberg 590 and a MAG-7 shotgun for today's training. “Mora!”
She turned around pointing at the guns. “What do you think, Ja-”
He interrupted her. “Boss wants to see you. Now!”
She didn't ask any questions. If James was that worried, it had to be something serious.
In Jeeves' office chaos reigned. A thousand loose sheets of paper were floating around, a lamp laid broken on the floor. Nukumora's implant did a short scan of the room and came to the conclusion this hadn't been the place of a fight, but that the mess had been caused by a single person. Most disturbingly of all, her boss' brown hair was disheveled. Nukumora couldn't imagine any situation without him being perfectly combed and hair-gelled.
“Jeeves”, she addressed.
Her boss looked up. “Ah, Nukumora. We're going to get invaded within three days.”
What? Her first reaction was disbelief. “That's impossible, Jeeves. Our defensive systems are the best all over the Sacred Lands. No one could invade this city if we don't want him to.”
Jeeves started walking around in his office, carefully avoiding the papers that had fallen to the ground. “You are the head of our state's army and take care for the defensive systems very well. I know that, Nukumora. But tell me one thing: how do these systems work?”
She was confused. “They're all different. Some activate the plasma tanks, most work with lasers, we scan the surroundings every fifth second, we have some traps, but all of these alert the main computer terminal if an intelligent mind is near. We'd even notice a robot." This was a strange situation. Nukumora found her former happiness gone.
Jeeves stooped walking and looked out of the window that provided a great view over the town. It was a beautiful city, rather clean and the most technologicalized bastion of the world. Jeeves ruled all of this.
“What would you do in case of attacking undeads?”, he wanted to know.
“Zombies?” Nukumora had never thought of zombies before. They were myths, not proven to exist, and even if they existed, surely not in the Sacred Lands. She would've known that.
“We have no defense systems to keep zombies at bay, Sir. Only guns.”
Jeeves nodded sadly. “That's what I thought. Fact is, there is a pack of a thousand undeads approaching the city. They come from Izare.”
Nukumora snorted. “One thousand? That's no match for us! We could defeat the triple amount of the best war planes!”
“But war planes have humans in them. Zombies don't.”
Nukumora shook her head. “What's the point?”
Jeeves turned around and looked straight at her. “You cannot kill a zombie, Nukumora.”
“...what?” Please be kidding me. Please, tell me it was a joke all along. Please smile.
~
Half an hour later Jeeves was still trying to convince her of his plan.
“That's impetuous and just...” Nukumora sought for words. “That's just plain dumb! You can't send our planes away! We depend on them!” Typical for a 28 year old. She had never been able to understand why the townspeople had elected Jeeves as sovereign at age 22. He was a good ruler, but still so... young. You're no older, Nukumora reminded herself. Stop judging.
Jeeves sighed helplessly. “It's the only way to evacuate the citizens, Nukumora.”
She crossed her arms. “I will never be leaving, and my troops won't either. You can't give up the whole city complex to a mere five hundred rotting pieces of flesh! Have you forgotten how much time, money and effort we spent for this state?”
“No, I haven't. But it's the only way to save our people.”
Nukumora bit her lip and didn't answer. I'm not sure if he knows what he's doing. But at least he cares for the people.
“You'll be given access to the plane terminal”, she agreed reluctantly. “Use whatever you want. But I won't send the army away. We'll stay and fight for this city. And even if we die - everything dies at a point. Soldiers are used to this thought.”