Chapter VIII
"Personnel list, current as of today; supply inventory; weapon inventory; map of the region, you'll notice we've marked our land, civilian Mudokon land, Gluk land, Vykker land, and uninhabited land; forces and outposts summary..."
"I think that's enough," Abe said, cutting Dwight off. Taking the stack of papers to a planning room, he began to work, with the help of Dwight, Down, Carver, and Wurm.
"Alright, we don't have time to focus on one task, so we split into units. First, we keep around 30 Mudokons here to make and stockpile weaponry. The remaining ten or so will scout for recruits. Dwight will stay at headquarters and oversee it all. We'll probably need five-hundred Mudokons all together, each armed with a minimum of one projectile weapon, ammunitions, and a short range combat weapon. The plan is simple, or maybe just not thought out well: we sneak up the mountain as far as we possibly can before getting noticed, then punch through the Vykker defenses. Once we get inside, we access the nearest computer terminal and find the location of the bridge. We fight our way to the bridge, seal it, and then gas all the compartments below it. Then we'll have an entire flying fortress and a small fleet of blimps. Using that, we destroy the ground installations, and then... well, then we can do something else."
"It's so crazy it just might work," Carver said.
"... Well, what are you waiting for?" Dwight said, and they all jumped to their tasks.
Okay, I know that wasn't great, but I promise it's gonna start picking up. And I promise I won't do any more with only dialogue, 'cause that just plain sucks.
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