Kaia was bent over a small desk in the warehouse Speed had purchased, a desk light illuminating a small sphere of space in the otherwise darkened room. Her purple pen was scribbling non stop across the pages of her journal in the crazy hieroglyphic like symbols that only she could decipher. A map of Rhydin and the Marketplace were stretched out underneath her journal as she half muttered to herself. Kaia paused in her writing to run a finger over the map again.
?De?de?defense.? Came a squawking sound from behind her.
?No kidding.? She muttered absently, scribbling again. ?Tactical maneuvers ?gain position ? relative to enemy.? She commented cryptically in her short, clipped phrases. ?But they?re not trained. Not a tactical army.?
?Attrition.? The voice squawked again.
?I thought about that.? Kaia sighed, reaching a single finger toward her nose to push her glasses back up. ?Victory through capture or killng.? She lowered her pen to turn and glance over her shoulder, her grey eyes nearly sparking behind the lenses. ?I think it?ll have to be maneuver. Shock and awe. Firepower.?
The mechanical owl squawked again. ?Yes. Shoot em up. Bang bang.?
Kaia could not help but smile despite her mind being elsewhere. The small bird behind her shined in the lamp light, the silver metal glinting in the darkness. His wings flapped, the whirring of his components clicking as he tipped his head to regard her with his glass eyes. Metal eyelids closed and opened slowly. ?Boom.? The owl squawked again, flapping his wings.
Kaia shook her head. ?Yes. Bang bang. It?s the only way.? She blinked behind her glasses, suddenly turning in her chair to scratch a few more notes as her finger trailed along the map. ?Crowds. Water?? she muttered. ?Why not gather near the water?? She grumbled. ?Duh.?
Kaia scribbled for a few more moments before she dropped her pen and shut the journal, reaching over to shut off the lamp. ?Bye Percival.? She called to the owl, slinging her pack over her shoulder and exiting into the town. Someone needed to at least try and prepare these people for attack.
?De?de?defense.? Came a squawking sound from behind her.
?No kidding.? She muttered absently, scribbling again. ?Tactical maneuvers ?gain position ? relative to enemy.? She commented cryptically in her short, clipped phrases. ?But they?re not trained. Not a tactical army.?
?Attrition.? The voice squawked again.
?I thought about that.? Kaia sighed, reaching a single finger toward her nose to push her glasses back up. ?Victory through capture or killng.? She lowered her pen to turn and glance over her shoulder, her grey eyes nearly sparking behind the lenses. ?I think it?ll have to be maneuver. Shock and awe. Firepower.?
The mechanical owl squawked again. ?Yes. Shoot em up. Bang bang.?
Kaia could not help but smile despite her mind being elsewhere. The small bird behind her shined in the lamp light, the silver metal glinting in the darkness. His wings flapped, the whirring of his components clicking as he tipped his head to regard her with his glass eyes. Metal eyelids closed and opened slowly. ?Boom.? The owl squawked again, flapping his wings.
Kaia shook her head. ?Yes. Bang bang. It?s the only way.? She blinked behind her glasses, suddenly turning in her chair to scratch a few more notes as her finger trailed along the map. ?Crowds. Water?? she muttered. ?Why not gather near the water?? She grumbled. ?Duh.?
Kaia scribbled for a few more moments before she dropped her pen and shut the journal, reaching over to shut off the lamp. ?Bye Percival.? She called to the owl, slinging her pack over her shoulder and exiting into the town. Someone needed to at least try and prepare these people for attack.