Soren's Story (S. Cont.)

Written by Soren the Hard-of-Hearing Scribe on September 12, 2009

When we arrived at CVU, the air was fraught with despair. We learned that many other ships had lost men to the Urgur messengers as well, and some had been completely obliterated. As we entered the CVU conference room, we could feel the tension and the worry.

A viking I had never seen before stood at the main table, looking up at us with a severe solemnity. "Our great leader and Dean, Lief the Armless, is currently tracking the Urgu to their place of war," he said. "He has left the defense of our people in charge of one man, someone who I am sure is here." The vikings present leaned in, wondering who could be our psued0-leader.

"The viking who shall take Lief's place, should he die," the severe viking said, "Is Olaf the Bald."

The vikings present gasped. Olaf whooped. He then ran down to the table and smacked the severe viking away.

"Ok," Olaf said in an almost giddy tone. "Here's what we need to do.... We need to get lots and lots of Pie, and then we'll..."

There was a brilliant flash of lightning, and the next thing we all knew, Thor had appeared.

"OLAF HENDERSON THE BALD!" He roared. "This is not a time for your foolish materialistic desires! This is a time for planning, for preparing, for WAR!" The vikings cheered.

"What do you suggest then, oh Great Thor?" Olaf sarcastically asked. "The Urgu can kill us with one wink of an eyecube..."

"Eyecube?" Thor questioned.

"I couldn't tell what shape its eyes were!" Olaf protested. "Anyway, how are we supposed to fight them? I thought it would be nice to indulge ourselves before we're mercillessly slaughtered."

"Your point is sound, Olaf," Thor said gravely. "Even so, your lazy desires gives me a desire to kill you along with your desire. You knowI cannot, since you have a great destiny to fulfill..."

"Yeah, about that," Olaf asked. "What exactly is this 'Great Destiny' people keep talking about?"

"If you want to find out, win this war," Thor said. "Now, I would say I value your opinion, but I don't, so I'm going to order you to accept what I'm telling you to do right now.

"There has been only one time when we vikings have joined forces with the other classes. That was when the Laotogo first attacked. I would say that this is a much more dire cause. Thus, we are teaming up with the other classes."

There was a murmur. "And how does that keep us from being massacred?" Olaf asked.

"Think about it, Olaf," Thor said impatiently. "These are the descendants of the same race that was nearly obliterated by Ninjas. What are Ninjas?"

"____heads," Olaf replied.

"Well, yes," Thor admitted. "But they are the descendants of a race of people that obliterated them."

"So?" Olaf said.

"So the Ninjas know the Urgur's weaknesses!" Thor cried.

"Then why would we team up with all the other classes?" Olaf countered. "They don't know how to defeat them; why should we work with them."

"I fear that is my fault," a voice said. Everyone's head turned toward the voice. We saw, with surprise, Lief the Armless. He was sopping wet with blood. A dentist was tied up next to him. He seemd unconscious.

"Viking scientists have noticed that the elcetricity levels of the world have been rapidly increasing for the last ten years," Lief said tiredly. "Evryone knows scientists can't keep their bloody mouths shut..."

"HA HA HA!" Olaf shrieked. "YOU have a bloody mouth too!"

"... so our scientists compared results with the other class's scientists," Lief said, ignoring Olaf's dumb outburst. "And they all saw the same thing. The scientists began to suspect that something terrifyingly terrible, dealing with electricity, was coming to our world. Through much extensive research, they realized that the Firey Urgur from the past would have evolved into something that could deal these massive amounts of energy. Just to be on the safe side, the scientists from each of the seven other classes convinced their leaders to buy the information on how to kill Urgur from the ninjas. I, on the other hand..." Lief sighed. "...did not."

"SO we're the only ones in the world who don't know how to kill the Urgur?" Olaf asked. Thor nodded.

"There's only one thing we can do," he said. "Join with the ninjas." TO everyone's surprise, Olaf and Lief both yelled, "NO!" at the exact same time.

"I refuse to be associated with these heathens!" Lief yelled.

"I refuse to be asscoiated with those losers!" Olaf cried.

"For someone who claims to love bing epic, Olaf, your choice of words never are." Thor said. "All right, leaders of the Vikings. How else do you expect us to save our entire race from going extinct?"

"Someone needs to do a covert operation and sneak into the Urgur's base, figure out what they're weak to," Lief said. "I tracked one of them to their base, so I know where it is."

"I shall lead this operation," Olaf volunteered.

"You'll need at least six others to go with you," Thor put in. Olaf grinned. "Oh, I know just the six," he said. He then pointed to six individual vikings.

First, to Omar the Bold. "Dog crap," he muttered.

Second, to George the Yellow. "I'm included!" he cried.

Third, to Erik the Noisy. "Pick Lulu too!" he called.

"Lulu's dead," Omar said bluntly.

"Oh yeah," Erik said.

Fourth, to Phil the Conceited. "I do love myself," he said, not paying attention.

Fifth, to me. I decided to refrain from commenting on being chosen.

And sixth, to some Viking from another crew. As the viking stood up, we could barely see what he looked like, do to how we were behind him and his back was turned to us, and how he was covered in a dark fur coat. "Why me?" he asked in a strange, falsetto voice.

"Well, duh," Olaf said. "You're totally hot." AT that, the viking threw off his fur coat, revealing from behind that the 'he' was a she. Walking up to Olaf, she slapped him across the face.

"Pig!" she cried, flipping her long, blond hair behind her. Angrily turning from the bewildered Olaf, she pulled out a red lipstick tube and quickly applied it. Closing it, she pulled out her Weapon of choice: a simple mace.

I am personally getting on in years, so I did not notice the young maiden's beauty. But all the vikings around me were excitedly talking, agreeing with Olaf's judgement: she was hot.

"My name is Chia the Mace," the maiden said threateningly, staring at Olaf with an intensity hot enough to scorch the sun. "And don't you forget it." Turning, she looked at one of the people she had been sitting next to. Olaf shakily nodded to Lief. Lief handed him a small piece of paper. Olaf walked around the table and passed in front of Chia.

Chia smiled at her friend, the one she had been sitting next to.

Olaf glanced over and stopped, staring at Chia's smile with a dumb-founded expression on his face. CHia glared at him, then haughtily walked out of the conference room.

The five of his compatriots left their seats and joined him. I was among them. Olaf shook his head.

"Let's go," he said.

To be continued...