Sunday, eve of the New Structure
Log: Sunday, March 9th 2014
My first meeting was scheduled to start three minutes ago; I am not present at that meeting. “There’s no such thing as me being late – I set the standard in every meeting - I am always exactly on time because meetings start when I get there…” saying it over and over didn’t do much to actually make it true… they were sitting there around the large wooden table, which on my insistence had been made from the best wood collected from a single type of tree, silent, waiting, upset. Upset at the fact that I wasn’t there.
I sped up to just below a flat out jog through the quad, a speed of sorts that people would identify as me being late. I was doing my best to fake it otherwise, as if on time, on schedule. Maybe they wouldn’t notice – there’s platoons practicing firing, swordsmen training styles, engines racing around tracks – it seems reasonable to believe that – a loud noise, speech, words… directed at me, what did they say?
“On time again, Sir?” it was laced with sarcasm, biting at the very root of my disdain for my own time keeping. He knew the best way to make an impact, well… I’ll show him: “Not at all…” I drew the last syllable out as I sped past him. I doubt it was effective; in fact he might even be laughing now. Stupid Major.
I ran into building E; towards the elevator, forgetting personal pride as this is a matter of nation-al security! I turned the bend in the lobby and was met with by a sign of personal origin: “elevator closed for security badge upgrades.” As I hurried to the staircase I composed an awkward shake of my fists towards the sign, secretly hoping someone saw me do it. Up three flights of stairs, across the carpeted dining hall, through two more badge readers and arriving at the conference room. Adjust the uniform; catch breath (unsuccessfully), open the door and – “you’re right on time.” Kira said. My eyes bolted to the clock: noon. NOON? “I set your clock back last night so you’d be on time.” Oh damn, she would.
There was a gruff looking Brigadier General sitting at the table, calm, collected, sharply dressed – a military man if I had any say on the matter, though my own dress would disagree. This was the follow up meeting; the original interview had already come and gone evaluations had been done and feedback collected. I took a seat; the chairs were about half a size too small and only came up to about mid-back. Slightly annoyed, I told him the decision: he’s in, if he wants it. The rest of the half hour block was spent figuring out plans for the future.
The clock rolls to half past noon and I arrange for the ceremony and walk out. That’s one – the other is a matter of great risks and many unknowns, but I think it’s worth the risk. I had been waiting for a signal from my staff, and there was one waiting outside the meeting hall. It was a map… I knew what it was for.
I get in one of the issued off-road vehicles, and fend off several eager privates who insist a distinguished General such as myself shouldn’t go on missions without support staff. Forget them, where I’m going there’s no way I can risk anyone but myself.
The gate guards weren’t any better, but after a bit of back and forth and me telling them there wasn’t any way I would let them know where I was going they let me through. Said something about it being my own death… they underestimate me. I am prepared.
The roads turned from asphalt to gravel, gravel to dirt, dirt to mud and finally no more roads at all. Slow goings through rough terrain, but approaching the caverns whose name when spoken brings discomfort to some.
I grabbed my climbing gear from the back and lit a torch – the properties of this cave inhibit electrical activity… flashlights, cell phones, radios; rescue is impossible. Hours of swearing, descending into darkness the hallucinations started. This wasn’t totally unexpected, it’s been known for many thousands of years that these caves have naturally occurring hallucinogens in the air – many people, many great leaders have come here to work out their toughest problems and even stories of great spirits vising and giving answers… not sure how much I believe in that, but we need it.
I had no way of knowing how much time had passed – it could have been just 15 minutes, it could have been the better part of two days, but eventually I came to a magnificent room unlike any other in the cave structure: it was naturally glowing with the color of burnt umber; a cool red color as if warmed by coals. The room was fairly short with a ledge overlooking a 100 meter drop and a vast structure of formations easily thousands of years old hanging from the ceiling and protruding from the vast cavern floor.
I didn’t know what to do now; this was unexplored territory for me. I began speaking… maybe. Suddenly, an angry whirl of fire filled the large cavern blinding me with fire. I had a conversation I don’t remember, and it told me to leave and not to come back.
I woke up in my bunk, well rested. I dressed for the day and went out and prepared to announce the new Major General of Development – opened the door to my office (which had been replaced with some kind of modern nonsense due to some “OSHA” requirement, what’s up with that?) and there he was.
“I accept your calling, I will lead as a Major General of Games, though I am skeptical I believe you have potential.”
That’s the story of my Sunday, the actual announcement in the quad surrounded by all my friends, leaders, staff, members was comforting.
Please welcome me in congratulating:
All other former-genre MGs have been shifted downwards to Brigadier General while the MGs make their selections on permanent staff, there is no expectation that there be a giant gap in coverage.
I have moved several forums around, and there are a lot of pending changes that need to come still… stay tuned Warrior Nation.