Post by The Headsman's Pride on Apr 27, 2013 10:56:59 GMT -5
Two months had passed, and The Wall's construction had greatly progressed. One could say it would take another two months, maybe three, before it were to be completed. The gargantuan construction of steel and stone circled the city like a tight iron belt, keeping both outsiders and its citizens in check.
From the outside, it was an impeccable, sixty feet tall monolith, black as night; with only a single window every 40 feet where two guards could shoot from... except on the northern front, where only a massive hole was to be found. This part of the wall was to accomodate a railway, so it would be the last step of the construction.
The insides, however, weren't quite as polished. Stones are placed upon stone by broken, fearful men. These men had to witness the deaths of those comrades that were not suitable for such a monumental task. Hanged from pikes rest the heads and hands of those that held down Noxus' advance, with a simple nameplate for each. Larry, whose actions caused Noxus to lose an entire shipment of black steel. Peter, who stupidly lost one of his hands while welding. Bob, who simply did not work fast enough.
The Headman's Pride himself kept watch over the project, ensuring its success. This time, he found himself at one of the lesser gates; the only one that was close to completion.
Post by Andre Bleakwood on May 2, 2013 23:17:45 GMT -5
Commander Wallace was thoroughly enjoying this assignment. It was not too difficult, and the insubordinate lazy bastards he normally couldn't stand were dead or scared shitless by Urgot. Urgot proved able to command obedience (not a major surprise, but a good sign never the less). This looked to be a competent general, if still untested in leading an army in battle.
He was on his way to Urgot with another report in hand. Spreadsheets of needed material and money, lost lives, etc. However, he was stopped by an outstretched arm reaching from a darker section of the hall.
"Oi, who are you to...." the younger man stopped what was about to be a rather rude series of comments and went into attention almost faster than the eye can follow. "Apologies, sir. Di'n't recognize you, sir."
"At ease, Commander Wallace. I am here to relieve you of those reports. I will take them to Urgot for you." Bleakwood stated with a slight snarl. His pride was still sore due to his lack of paperwork at the quarterly meeting. Never again. He was going to ensure he had reports on time. Once failing is forgivable, twice means you are weak and fit for replacement. One does not get replaced and live. Not as a General.
Wallace handed over the report and gave a salute before going back the way he came. Rumors were that Bleakwood was jealous of Urgot, so he wanted to be no where near the two if they were about to talk. These rumors were false, as Andre cared for Noxus too much to be injured be being passed over for such a command, but Andre also didn't care enough to tell anyone who didn't have the balls to ask him and made no secret that he thought Urgot may not prove to be fit for a job of this scale.
Personally picking up these reports would not be practical, so Andre brought his personal mages to help oversee creation of the summoner barracks and associated chambers. One of them was a Silver, so Andre trusted the man's work. Andre also figured the other summoners would double check the chambers before using them. His goal was to convince Urgot that getting the summoner links set up was a priority.
Urgot proved easy to find. The hulking abomination stood out. Andre approached Urgot from Urgot's 4'oclock, stopping about 4 feet away.
"Headsman." He stated curtly. He didn't salute, and he didn't make a move to show Urgot any unnecessary respect. One might chalk up his tone at mild annoyance, but it wasn't directed.
Post by The Headsman's Pride on May 3, 2013 10:06:12 GMT -5
Urgot's hydraulic legs started to pump, rotating his bloated body towards his right until he could look directly at the voice that adressed him. His respirating vents flickered with green energy as his unearthly voice filled the air. Bleakwood. Urgot's head slowly nodded, similar to a strange greeting. Speak.
Post by Andre Bleakwood on May 3, 2013 15:42:43 GMT -5
"I intercepted Commander Wallace and have your reports. However, that is not why I am here. I need to know the status of your Summoning Branches of your garrisons, particularly your main command post. We need to establish communications. I want to get summoners deployed. I have a regiment of mages to help oversee the building of their chambers, and twenty summoners to occupy your main Garrison when it is fit for them."
Post by The Headsman's Pride on May 4, 2013 6:17:18 GMT -5
Urgot extended his cannon arm, gripping the reports with his three mechanical appendages. With a flick of his "hand", he straightened them in front of his face and began reading the first page. When he had finished with it, his bladed arm lightly punctured one of the corners of the paper and tucked it away, letting his eyes gaze upon the next.
The summoning branches are not a priority. Urgot paused as he "turned" another page. Proper barracks for our soldiers, in turn, are. His mechanical eye gazed at him over the papers. They are, however, being worked on. Anything else, Bleakwood?.
Post by Lyalla "Raven" Tronei on May 4, 2013 18:00:50 GMT -5
Click, click.
The sound of footsteps would be heard, as Lyalla would be walking across the walkway of steel, she would be on patrol of the wall, to make sure the other workers were not slacking off, and she had been looking for about fifteen minutes, when she thought she had heard the voice of the Headman's Pride.
She would wait a few moments, attempting to look as if she was occupied, despite the hypocrisy, due to the job she was supposed to be doing, when she thought she heard the two wrapping up their conversation, and she turned, walking to the wall, saluting the two. "Sirs." She took a small pause, then continued. "I take it all is going well around here, yes?"
Post by Andre Bleakwood on May 4, 2013 20:36:40 GMT -5
Andre glared at Urgot. Andre was a General, and deserved some measure of respect, which Urgot basically spat in his face. If this was not a subordinate under his command, Andre would have ignored it as not his issue, but Urgot was HIS subordinate. Urgot would not give him flippancy. Urgot would show respect.
"Do you think I would be here if Swain thought this was not a major issue? If this was a minor issue, I would have sent shit brained lieutenant who wanted to shove his nose up my ass so I could have a few moments of peace from such bullshit. I am not a damn messenger. I am YOUR General. I want only what is best for Noxus, and, currently, that is improving border security. No, I don't think you are the best man for the job, but you got it, so I want you to succeed. I do not have the patience to deal with the political bullshit I have to deal with now, so I don't want to stab you in the back and end up with more. If you are worried about that, look to the other Generals or commanders or those with something to gain with your failure. I get NOTHING for your failure. Being your General means you are MY responsibility, so you fuck this up and I will have more political bullshit. I am here to try to nudge you down the proper course of action. So, you will treat me with the respect that my station deserves and listen to what I have to say," Andre snapped as he advanced on Urgot as any superior would as he was dressing down a soldier.
"There is a reason why I think you should shift your focus towards summoners. This is the time you are weakest to assault for our enemies. The wall is not finished, so you have weak-points that a good siege engineer can exploit. If there was to be an attack, we need to know. Swain also wants kept in the loop. I understand barracks, but you take easily remove some of your focus of that and transfer them to summoner chambers. They take more time to build and require precision that standard barracks do not.
This does not only help us, but yourself as well, because as soon as the rooms are ready for summoners, you can communicate with the entire wall without spending weeks on the road. Twenty summoners at each major garrison on the wall. Elitist bastards, yes, but they have magical might to back up most of their ego and then protect the weak sections of wall or destroy their siege weapons. I am also giving you some of my own men to assist in this. Men who will do the job effectively and without complaint, or at least smart enough not to, given your reputation.
Swain may have given you the Wall, but show me incompetence and I will take it from you. You lead some hundred men and got lucky once and NEARLY got a prince who wasn't anywhere near his prime. You now command thousands. I will not tolerate failure. You waste my time, my soldiers, or raise Swain's ire, and I will have you serving under Draven, who might make you his SIDESHOW! Have I made myself clear?" Andre stopped inches from Urgot, his glare upwards towards Urgot was a mixture of displeasure and rage.
Post by The Headsman's Pride on May 5, 2013 7:24:16 GMT -5
Urgot's mechanical leg pumped up and down, clicking against the floor. I said they are not a priority. Regular barracks are easier to build, and those finger-wigglers can utilize them while their... "special" barracks are being constructed.
Urgot would then lower his front legs, causing his bloated, mechanical face to be inches away from Andre's. If you want my respect, you pathetic pile of pink flesh, make sure to earn it. There's a reason I am the taskmaster around here - not you. There's a reason I will guard the gates Noxus - not you. There's a reason I will command these men after the wall is built... not you. Now, get out of my sight, Bleakwood. I have some reports to look over, precise maps and charts to draw for the general.... His front legs raised again, allowing the undead cyborg to look down at the man. ...Something that someone seems to have overlooked.
Post by Andre Bleakwood on May 6, 2013 20:18:24 GMT -5
"I don't think you understand the nature of our relationship, Headsman. I am not your friend. I am not your bitch. I am your GENERAL and I don't need to listen to your shit. I can remove you. I have given you three officers would would be happy to take over for you and they won't give me your lip. I don't need to have your respect, but you will either put on a show of it while we are out in front of the lesser officers and enlisted men, or I will inform Swain of you interrupting my measures to ensure the wall can provide details about the wall right away and your insubordination without cause. You are a convenient choice for command, not the leading choice. You got this because you proved to be a capable warrior in the League, not for merits of command. You think my officers are here to listen to you? They are here to make sure you don't fuck this up. Are you designing this wall? No, MY engineers are. The only thing that is not mine here are the prisoners the are your labor. Think about that before you try to tell me jack shit. I have fought on countless fronts and have been shown worthy of my post. I defeated the Ionians when they tried to push our line back in Navori. We had slain thousands of bloodthristy, vengeful Ionian warriors and I had survived THREE attempted assassinations before I got my orders to pull out. You are NOTHING outside of what NOXUS has given you. You should be dead, but Noxus decided to spend a fortune to raise you. YOU are unworthy of your post. I have damn good enough reason as is to remove you and replace you with Wallace. Hell, a Leftenant could probably run the bloody wall better than you because they might listen.
However, there is still the opportunity for you to be of use. OBEY YOUR ORDERS! If you are just a bloodthristy dog, then I will replace you. Do you want to go back to that pit where Swain drug you out of to place you here, or do you care about Noxus more than your vengeance and pride? Obey me, or return home. Your call, Headsman. I am done dealing with your arrogance."
Andre turned on his heel and proceeded to march out when he finally noted Tronei.
"Leftenant, you say a damned word of what has happened here to anyone, and I will volunteer you for trying to rehabilitate Hugh's monsters back into humans. They are suffering some shortage of willing administrators of medication to the brutes." He growled softly, as he stormed by, clutching and unclutching his sword as if he wanted to murder someone...which he did.
. "Oh and Leftenant," Andre said more loudly as he snapped back around, deciding to give her a job since she seemed to be twiddling her thumbs. "Tell the Mage battalion located near my command tent that, unless Commander Urgot wishes to try to have the summoning chambers his secondary focus after the gates and fortifications, that we leave in the morning. You are to then get me a copy of those reports in triplicate and in my hands before I march. Should any of the commanders need me, you are to inform them that I will be in my tent. Good day."
Post by Lyalla "Raven" Tronei on May 7, 2013 6:39:43 GMT -5
Lyalla nodded at Andre. "My lips are sealed, sir." She knew better than to not listen to the commander's orders, not with the discipline she could earn herself.
However, when he spoke of departing in the morning if Urgot were not to go along, she looked at him funny. "I'm sorry, sir, did I hear that correctly? Have you gone a bit...funny in the head, to put it? I'll carry them out, if that is what you wish, but may I ask w-?" When he marched off without listening to her speak, she sighed, there wasn't much to get done, and speaking to Urgot would likely be a waste of her time. She would march off to his instructed area; the Mage Battalion.
Post by The Headsman's Pride on May 7, 2013 10:03:23 GMT -5
Urgot pointed towards the leftenant with his bladed arm, still holding the reports with the prehensile appendages of his cannon. You there. Stay.
He waited until Andre had fully exited the room, until he no longer could hear his footsteps. He lowered the blade and took a step closer the Lyalla. I will send the reports to the Grand General myself. Bleakwood has already failed once with them, so I'll take matters personally. Is this clear?
Post by Lyalla "Raven" Tronei on May 7, 2013 11:57:52 GMT -5
Lyalla stopped when Urgot called out to her. She was about to heed his orders, when she remembered that Bleakwood outrabked Urgot, thus, his orders were priority. She did no apprecuate the champion trying to play her. "That is not clear, sir. Commander Bleakwood gave me orders, I will follow his. If you /dare/ try to make me follow your orders, I will make sure Commander Bleakwood know." She paused. "Personally. Now, I am going to deliever orders as I was told. Dare you try and stop me, and I will let Commander Bleakwood know. Good day, sir."
She would then turn, and began walking once again from Urgot.
Post by The Headsman's Pride on May 7, 2013 12:37:53 GMT -5
Urgot brought quickly scanned through the rest of the reports (which were still in his cannon-hand, mind you all). You're going to send unfinished reports? I guess that will earn you a promotion, especially if Bleakwood trusts you enough to not look them over himself. Imagine the look on the Grand General's face when he finds out...
The cyborg's respirator emanated a strange, distorted sigh. I see I won't be able to sway you. Very well. Come in exactly two hours, and the reports will be finished. I will give them to you, so that you can present them to Bleakwood. He then laid the reports on the table and twisted his cannon, causing a strange kind of hellish writing utensil to emerge from it. You're dismissed.
Post by Lyalla "Raven" Tronei on May 7, 2013 15:16:55 GMT -5
Lyalla stopped when Urgot mentioned promotion, frowning. "You see, Urgot, I don't do this "military" thing for the power, no, I do it because it is required of my nation of me for at least six years, and I also do it for the people of Noxus who cannot protect themselves as well. Don't you dare think for even a moment that I'm doing it for my ranking." She snorted, and then left the company of Urgot. She had a job to do, and she would have left regardless of his commands.
Post by The Headsman's Pride on May 7, 2013 16:18:38 GMT -5
Urgot simply turned to his table and began the excruciating task of completing the reports. He needed maps, detailed proposals of clear cutting and farmland allocation plans, exact mileage, crops selection and designation - He needed to create a knowledgebase of everything pertaining to the wall, and it all had to fit within a few pages.
The pen that protruded from his cannon started scribbling on the papers with mechanical precision. It would take a while; but at least it would keep him entertained.
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