Post by Baalbatos on Feb 20, 2016 17:54:10 GMT -5
(Thread PL: 7,314.)
(Heavy weights on)
Baalbatos hovered high over the hilly plains, the bulk of his weights dragging down on him. His eyes gazed over the land, examining each and every hill, each wayward tree. The demon sighed. He and his men were going to have to clear and level each and every one of these obstructions. Such a drag, he thought. By all means, it should go quickly. They were essentially super powered, more than the average workers.
But Baalbatos was meticulous. Each Hill had to be leveled just right, shifted and examined for anything interesting. The planet had no native populace aside from beast-life and plants, at least now. But, maybe, just maybe, it had been the home of some peoples long ago. Or perhaps space pirates had buried their treasure here. No, he thought. Now his imagination was just getting ahead of him. It was as if his dreams were walking hid waking hours now. In truth, Baalbatos was looking for any signs of any life past.
He had to know. And besides, he told himself, best if he was checking for resources as well. Hell knew that they needed them. Anything useful would be a boon. They had to be involved in the trade game.
And, he reminded himself, he needed to get this land cleared for any potential settlers. They might be seeing some soon. Baalbatos’s call for people would be going out soon, and he would be spreading the word on Earth as well. In his mind, Baalbatos imagined a wide, bustling town for their people, something prosperous. Something taxable. But for that, they needed natural resources.
Baalbatos slowly floated downwards, thinking as he went. The soldiers had reported plenty of strange beasts and plants. There were some potential trades, he thought. Fur trade and agriculture… Staples, really. Baalbatos had even tasted one of the native fruits foe himself. It had a strange taste for a fruit, almost like that of the Earthling sake drink. Perhaps they could harvest that.
Assuming they could cultivate he thought. For that, they would need samples. And for that they would need to work around the native beasts, like the Jargo, or so the soldiers were calling it. Baalbatos thought it looked like a tiger, but red and white in color and with two long, ivory horns sticking from its head. And the Jargo liked to use those horns. One of his men had underestimated the Jargo and gotten gored through the stomach for his insolence. But those fur and horns were lovely. It might be worth the risk to hunt the Jargo for those…
Finally, Baalbatos touched down near his men. “Alright, boys,” he exclaimed, “Grab your tools and get to work. We need to get this place clear and remember: no energy blasts! You might damage something. If you see a Jargo, just fly away.”
His men gave varying sounds of confirmation. Some cheered, some groaned, but all of them set to moving. Like a machine, Baalbatos remarked in his mind. Excellent. He picked up his own set of tools and set to work, walking to the nearest hill with a shovel in hand. And then he began shoveling away, whistling as he worked, his mind in other places. He moved briskly, putting his incredible speed to use.
His mind drifted. What might he find? Artifacts, precious metals? Remains of people long gone? Likely, he would not find much of anything. He was no master mineral finder. What he needed was someone who was. Mentally, he was already writing himself a note to send for a prospector. It would be costly, but they needed to know if this rock they called a planet had anything of worth beneath the surface.
And a surveyor and cartographer, he added. They would need maps, both for civilian and military use. They’d best get them professionally done too. Accuracy was important.
He let out a sigh. More work to be done before they left for Earth. And even then, more work when they were on Earth. It was hardly going to be a vacation. Lord Qrowen had business there.
Pain shot through his leg and he hissed. Yes, Lord Qrowen had work on Earth. The Kold Demon lord would likely scarcely have a moment to breathe. Not that his lord needed to breathe, of course, but Baalbatos would not pity him if he had too. After all, Baalbatos and his loyalty were not blind by any means. Baalbatos had a certain pride, and Lord Qrowen had wounded it, just like his leg. Baalbatos would be lying if he said that there were no harsh feelings now. The silver haired demon was not one to forget a slight quickly.
But of course, he was not blind. Baalbatos saw the opportunities that he had here. The beginning of a new empire… It was not every day that one of those rolled around. And Baalbatos had caught this train early, and he intended to ride it all the way to easy street. In the long run, a little pain would be worth it. Not that he was doing much running as of late…
Baalbatos looked up and around, wiping the sweat from his brow. They were making excellent progress now. The hills were receding, like some kind of earthen low tide. With a little more elbow grease, they would have a workable plot of land, ripe for habitation. And so close to the base of operations, too. Finally, it seemed as if cards were coming up in the favor of Baalbatos.
“Sir!” Barked one of the soldiers.
“Yes, what is it?” Asked the demon.
“Well, I just noticed, but, uh, there's no water here,” said the soldier uncertainty.
Baalbatos sighed. It was always something. “And what do you think we should do about that, soldier?”
“I, um, I'mnot sure, sir,” stammered the soldier.
“Oh come now. There must be some way to get a source of water here. If we just put our heads together and think, we can find it,” mused the demon, his voice thick with sarcasm, “If only we had brought water instead of shovels.”
“We could, um, dig a canal, sir,” suggested the soldier.
“Why, that's an excellent idea. Get to it, soldier!” Commanded Baalbatos.
The soldier nodded and flew off, presumably to find a source to feed the land of the village. Perhaps his men had a brain between them all after all. At least it meant less work for him if they were taking iniative. And Baalbatos liked that.
Baalbatos planted his shovel in the ground and looked about him. It was coming along well, very well. Why, if he needed one, he would build his own home here. Perhaps he would anyway. But for now, he would simply wait to see what village sprouted from this freshly tilled land. And Baalbatos hoped his hard work would pay off. If not… Well, he could always think of something else. The demon was crafty like that. Perhaps he could start a Saibamen farm. It likely would not be hard to find the seeds. And a free army sounded good to him.
He hummed to himself. Perhaps he would start one anyway...
(I'll take PL for this, please! With my heavy weights and LMB! Thank you!)
(Heavy weights on)
Baalbatos hovered high over the hilly plains, the bulk of his weights dragging down on him. His eyes gazed over the land, examining each and every hill, each wayward tree. The demon sighed. He and his men were going to have to clear and level each and every one of these obstructions. Such a drag, he thought. By all means, it should go quickly. They were essentially super powered, more than the average workers.
But Baalbatos was meticulous. Each Hill had to be leveled just right, shifted and examined for anything interesting. The planet had no native populace aside from beast-life and plants, at least now. But, maybe, just maybe, it had been the home of some peoples long ago. Or perhaps space pirates had buried their treasure here. No, he thought. Now his imagination was just getting ahead of him. It was as if his dreams were walking hid waking hours now. In truth, Baalbatos was looking for any signs of any life past.
He had to know. And besides, he told himself, best if he was checking for resources as well. Hell knew that they needed them. Anything useful would be a boon. They had to be involved in the trade game.
And, he reminded himself, he needed to get this land cleared for any potential settlers. They might be seeing some soon. Baalbatos’s call for people would be going out soon, and he would be spreading the word on Earth as well. In his mind, Baalbatos imagined a wide, bustling town for their people, something prosperous. Something taxable. But for that, they needed natural resources.
Baalbatos slowly floated downwards, thinking as he went. The soldiers had reported plenty of strange beasts and plants. There were some potential trades, he thought. Fur trade and agriculture… Staples, really. Baalbatos had even tasted one of the native fruits foe himself. It had a strange taste for a fruit, almost like that of the Earthling sake drink. Perhaps they could harvest that.
Assuming they could cultivate he thought. For that, they would need samples. And for that they would need to work around the native beasts, like the Jargo, or so the soldiers were calling it. Baalbatos thought it looked like a tiger, but red and white in color and with two long, ivory horns sticking from its head. And the Jargo liked to use those horns. One of his men had underestimated the Jargo and gotten gored through the stomach for his insolence. But those fur and horns were lovely. It might be worth the risk to hunt the Jargo for those…
Finally, Baalbatos touched down near his men. “Alright, boys,” he exclaimed, “Grab your tools and get to work. We need to get this place clear and remember: no energy blasts! You might damage something. If you see a Jargo, just fly away.”
His men gave varying sounds of confirmation. Some cheered, some groaned, but all of them set to moving. Like a machine, Baalbatos remarked in his mind. Excellent. He picked up his own set of tools and set to work, walking to the nearest hill with a shovel in hand. And then he began shoveling away, whistling as he worked, his mind in other places. He moved briskly, putting his incredible speed to use.
His mind drifted. What might he find? Artifacts, precious metals? Remains of people long gone? Likely, he would not find much of anything. He was no master mineral finder. What he needed was someone who was. Mentally, he was already writing himself a note to send for a prospector. It would be costly, but they needed to know if this rock they called a planet had anything of worth beneath the surface.
And a surveyor and cartographer, he added. They would need maps, both for civilian and military use. They’d best get them professionally done too. Accuracy was important.
He let out a sigh. More work to be done before they left for Earth. And even then, more work when they were on Earth. It was hardly going to be a vacation. Lord Qrowen had business there.
Pain shot through his leg and he hissed. Yes, Lord Qrowen had work on Earth. The Kold Demon lord would likely scarcely have a moment to breathe. Not that his lord needed to breathe, of course, but Baalbatos would not pity him if he had too. After all, Baalbatos and his loyalty were not blind by any means. Baalbatos had a certain pride, and Lord Qrowen had wounded it, just like his leg. Baalbatos would be lying if he said that there were no harsh feelings now. The silver haired demon was not one to forget a slight quickly.
But of course, he was not blind. Baalbatos saw the opportunities that he had here. The beginning of a new empire… It was not every day that one of those rolled around. And Baalbatos had caught this train early, and he intended to ride it all the way to easy street. In the long run, a little pain would be worth it. Not that he was doing much running as of late…
Baalbatos looked up and around, wiping the sweat from his brow. They were making excellent progress now. The hills were receding, like some kind of earthen low tide. With a little more elbow grease, they would have a workable plot of land, ripe for habitation. And so close to the base of operations, too. Finally, it seemed as if cards were coming up in the favor of Baalbatos.
“Sir!” Barked one of the soldiers.
“Yes, what is it?” Asked the demon.
“Well, I just noticed, but, uh, there's no water here,” said the soldier uncertainty.
Baalbatos sighed. It was always something. “And what do you think we should do about that, soldier?”
“I, um, I'mnot sure, sir,” stammered the soldier.
“Oh come now. There must be some way to get a source of water here. If we just put our heads together and think, we can find it,” mused the demon, his voice thick with sarcasm, “If only we had brought water instead of shovels.”
“We could, um, dig a canal, sir,” suggested the soldier.
“Why, that's an excellent idea. Get to it, soldier!” Commanded Baalbatos.
The soldier nodded and flew off, presumably to find a source to feed the land of the village. Perhaps his men had a brain between them all after all. At least it meant less work for him if they were taking iniative. And Baalbatos liked that.
Baalbatos planted his shovel in the ground and looked about him. It was coming along well, very well. Why, if he needed one, he would build his own home here. Perhaps he would anyway. But for now, he would simply wait to see what village sprouted from this freshly tilled land. And Baalbatos hoped his hard work would pay off. If not… Well, he could always think of something else. The demon was crafty like that. Perhaps he could start a Saibamen farm. It likely would not be hard to find the seeds. And a free army sounded good to him.
He hummed to himself. Perhaps he would start one anyway...
(I'll take PL for this, please! With my heavy weights and LMB! Thank you!)