and Preparations - Kalledon
The room was a buzz with chatter. Everyone in CWALA was
present. They were all sitting around a large round table.
The war room, as they were now calling it, had finally
been finished. Now they could easily coordinate all their
plans. Patriot motioned for everyone to quiet so he could
begin the meeting.
"First of, I'd like to welcome everyone
to the War Room. From now on, we will be having all our
meetings here instead of the lounge. Now, on to business.
As you all know, Greasy has been working covertly within
BHQ. He is one of their main janitors, and has access
to almost everywhere in the building. He has also made
contact with a group of misfits within BHQ. Perhaps with
some persuasion we can get them to help us as well."
Thorkos smirked at something he was thinking and winked
at Greasy. "I have an idea. Al we have to do is have
Greasy stretched his arms to wrap around
Thorkos's mouth. "What Thorkos was trying to say
is that I'll negotiate with them."
Patriot raised his eyebrow, but left it
at that. "Kalledon, Adoc, and Guardian. All of you
are still on the injured list, so you won't be receiving
any assignments for a while. I want all of you to rest
yourself so we'll have you when we need you.
"Oh goodie," Kalledon sighed,
"I guess that means I'm still positioned at the R&P
"If we can get back to the matter at
hand," Patriot glared at Kalledon, who shrugged.
"Koala Captain and Eunichron. I want you two to lead
your squads on an assault on Blizzard. We haven't done
anything to them in a while, and I want them to know we're
still around. Nightsorrow, Conan, Couch Man, and Lazy
Lad will provided support for you."
Eunichron looked gleeful at the prospect
of causing some damage, while Captain just blinked before
going to sleep. Couch Man clapped Lazy Lad on the back.
"Villainy has gone unchecked for to long. We shall
soon put it in its place."
"Droit," Patriot continued. "I
want you to go with Greasy the next time he goes to work.
You can hide inside his backpack. When you get inside,
I want you to try and talk to the main computer and see
if you can access any of its files on Warcraft III or
anything else you think might be useful. Spade could you
"HI GUYS!" Spade's voice bounced
around the room. "So nice to see everyone today.
Aren't we just one big happy family? I mean, when was
the last time we all got together? We should do this more
often. Maybe have a family night and play Scategories
or maybe even
"SPADE!" Patriot yelled. "Could
you just bring up a schematic of BHQ?"
"Ok fine," Spade sounded very
morose. "I can tell when I'm not loved. All I want
to do is help and this is they way you guys treat me."
"The schematic," Patriot rolled
A 3D holographic image appeared over the
table. It showed layer by layer the levels of BHQ.
"This image was patched together based
on Greasy's research and our various raids on BHQ. Unfortunately,
do to the constant amount of damage that CWAL and we cause
to the place, the building is constantly changing its
structure. Droit, you'll probably have to make a few adjustments
once your inside. To the best of our knowledge, the main
computer is located here."
Patriot pointed to the center of the schematic.
Droit glanced at it, and then went back to playing with
his slinky. Patriot briefly wondered why the slinky looked
so familiar, but brushed it aside to continue with the
"Thorkos, how are repairs to the BC
"Actually, all the repairs are finished.
I'm currently working on some extra projects. Zeta and
I are trying to install a cloak field for the ship. There
was a lot of scrap parts from the protoss fleet that attacked,
and I'm looking in to adapting it to improve the BC. I've
contacted CWAL to see if they have any suggestions, some
of them being protoss and all, but no one has responded
"Good; keep me informed on the progress.
Brayam, you're the newest member, and I don't know your
potential yet. I want you to try and find out some more
information on this CWALOMT."
Brayam nodded his head. He was eager to
get to work.
"Everyone else," Patriot decided
it was time to wrap up the meeting. "You are free
to your own devices. Try and make them productive."