DORULL SAGA - SWAMP OF DEATH
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In a quite small, dark cabin, just
large enough, so an average person could stand up straight, sat a masked,
hooded figure. Motionless and calm, he was intently watching at a couple of
wide screens, with which he had the insight into the state of two orcs.
Accidental or not, their arrival in the moments when one of their systems of
defense failed, had to be examined. Secrets of Shteint, had to remain hidden,
from every and all residents of Dorull. Large console, filled with numerous
buttons, keys and switches, suddenly lit in a bright, red color.
“ANALYSIS COMPLETED.” automated
voice came from within the machine “Subjects are stable. Subjects will
regain consciousness in fifteen minutes. Memory process completed. Chance of
recollection, point zero, zero, zero, zero, one percent.”
At the same time, one of the
screens flashed, a quite unusual looking face appeared on it. Completely
smooth, white and in the moments reflective skin, looked artificially treated
beyond its long lost natural appearance. Two large, round eyes, shined in a
bright yellow light, occasionally flickering, as if they were emulating
blinking. Person’s mouth and nostrils would appear, only when he had to draw a
breath. It looked as if they were a drawn image, instead of being a real
feature of his face. And it was the face that belonged to Vlaazh Niykav, a former
commander of the second observational mission on Dorull. He was a vard. For a
moment, he wasn’t sure if he did or did not make a connection.
“How are our guests?” he said
finally.
“I am sending a detailed report
right now, sir. I can say, without a shadow of a doubt, orcs are not to be
blamed for the outage.”
“What was it then?” Vlaazh asked.
“Preliminary results indicate
that it was some system error. No signs of sabotage, sir.”
“System error you say?” Vlaazh
asked “Can we do anything to prevent similar problems happening in the future?”
“Well, I am afraid, I do not know
yet. We need to start checking every subsystem and protocols before…”
“I don’t think it’s necessary to
remind you, the importance of protecting our origins and reasons we are here, on
this planet.” the commander hastily interrupted his technician “I have no
doubt, you and your team will find the solution to our problems.”
“Certainly sir, understood sir.”
vard nodded “Any question regarding our guests?”
“What about them?” Vlaazh waved his
hand “Let them on their way, as soon as they wake up.”
Screen turned off suddenly, leaving
the technician once again alone with his machine. He uncomfortably budged in
the chair, knowing that the commander’s words were warning, as much as they
were stimulus. A reason more, not to fail in the task he was assigned to. But,
before he could commit to finding and repairing the errors, which almost
endangered their town, he had to make sure the orcs were on their way out of
here.
Narcotic should wear off in the
next ten minutes. It was just enough time to prepare and boot, one of the
simplest camouflage programs. System of projectors would use said program,
replacing the surroundings with very detailed, almost real-like simulation. And
with their artificially treated skin, able to absorb those projections, they
were able to imitate any being of the similar physique.
“Effects of the anesthetics will
end in exactly ten ticks.” the machine suddenly sounded “Memories of the
subjects copied successfully.”
“Good.” vard whispered to himself.
Pleased he managed to adjust all
the parameters of the program, the technician pressed the command button,
booting up the simulation. Moments later, after he turned the machine off, vard
got out of this tiny room. Now, he could begin concentrating on finding and
repairing the security problems of Shteint. A demanding task, even for the
experienced technician, which the lieutenant undoubtedly was.
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