[Jacob]

Cyrus' eyes twinkled as the Council sang his praises.

Member #1: "Ve are pleased vith your vork, Cyrus. And although there has been a death of Orkhid specie on your premise, ve believe you handled it very well. Executing the...ahem...Rebel vho did such an act was immensly appropiate, not only for the killing of a higher leader but also for the fact that other vannabe's vill now know vhat vill become of them. You have our gratitude Cyrus...and also Iraxx' rank. You are promoted...thats if, you want it."

Cyrus was sat in front of a Tv screen that the troops from Iraxx' squadron had been called to retrieve. The screen was scratched in places and static sometimes interupted the transmission but Cyrus had gotten the message loud and clear. The Council member which spoke to Cyrus was black haired and very unique looking. His chin was box-like and was crowned with that of a 'Goaty'. It was a look which was very rare in Orkhids.

Cyrus: "As much as the death of Commandor Iraxx upsets me, i feel it as my duty to except his rank and honour his memory throughout my command."

He bowed his head in a fake solemness and tried to look upset for his fallen comrade. When really he was laughing like Hell inside.

Member #1: "Ve understand. It has been a shock to us also. Ve have had many-a-tradgedy back here asvell since you left. But i'm sure you vill sort it out vhen you get your promotion. Correct?"

Flicking a white strand of hair out of his eyes Cyrus nodded.

Cyrus: "Of course. Vhen vill i be getting that then? Just out of interest."

The Council member turned away and looked to the side of him, nodded and then turned back to face Cyrus again.

Member #1: "It all depends. How long have you had authority over the village...Pike?"

Cyrus: "Pyke...Around 2 years. We have met much resistance but my troops are strong and train hard, defeating all who oppose the Orkhid order. We also..."

Council member: "Yes...yes. Ve get the picture. You can have the promotion as soon as you vant it. You have met all necessary Orkhid standards. You can either come back or ve'll send a messenger with your ranking and we vill do your oath over the transmission...either way your promotion vill be legit."

It seemed to speak hurridly which made Cyrus suspicious. But the conversation centered around his promotion and the thought of him becoming more powerful made him ignorant and he shrugged off such suspicions.

Cyrus: "Send the messenger..."

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A yawn escaped the open mouth of one of the troops from Iraxx' squad. He was patrolling the barracks. He felt it strange that Iraxx had been killed by a Mudokon who knew sod all about him. Of course, it would make sense if the creature knew that higher class' of Orkhids dressed in different ways and pressumed that Iraxx was one of the more powerful one's. But only that of Orkhid blood knew such things...supposedly. His silver armour glistened in the moonlight sky making him seem like a kind of knight. He cracked his neck, growling lowly as he picked up the scent of something. It smelt strange...like it was mechanical but dead at the same time. He took a step into the shadows of one of the barrack buildings, he could hear his Orkhid brothers chatting and laughing away at little tales they were telling one another.
Ugh...no respect.
He shook his head in disgust. A Orkhid Commandor was murdered that day and they forget it like it was 3 years ago. But what could you do? He scratched behind his ear to get to a itch that had been plaguing him for the past 3 mins.
*Growl*
The hostile snarl game from ahead of him, seemingly stopping the itch in pure fear. A sillouette of something stepped out of the darkness 8-9 feet away from him. The troop moved forwards, cocking his gun and switching on the laser sight.

Troop: "Identify yourself!!"

The intruder smiled and stepped into the moonlight. It was Orkhid.

Orkhid: "5-50."

The trooper lowered his gun and took a step closer.

Troop: "What? What the Hell are you doing out here!? Shouldn't you be on patrol some place else or in the barracks!?"

As the Orkhid stepped forwards the soldier realised that the scent was being emitted from it. And as the beam of one of the moons lit the Orkhid up, he noticed it had no pupils. It didn't even seem to have eyes. Just blackness were the eyes should've been. But the pondering of what it was and why it smelt like it did soon passed as he felt a sharp pain in the side of his neck. He tried to struggle and shout but feeling light headed he merely brought up his gun and pulled the trigger.
*Doosh-Doosh-Doosh etc*
The bullets scattered through the air, hitting tree's, flowers, buildings and anything else that got in their way. A bark came from a stranger behind him and the soldier got thrown to the ground, landing on all fours. His neck penetrated with two small puncture wounds. The Orkhid that was stood before him chuckled and grasped hold of his coller and dragged him towards the bush'. And as he neared the woodland that they were dragging him to he heared a voice. It was female and merely said:

"Turn him..."

And then...all conciousness was lost.

(OOC:Sorry for longy pooness.)