Jabur rubbed his nose with the back of his hand,
then swatted at an insect buzzing in his face. It was the first
discernable movement he had made in over 15 minutes. Jabur was a
Neve, a small form of mutated human who had long ago migrated
from earth. Although small, even for his race, he was
exceptionally strong, intelligent, and had a very good memory.
This made him an ideal Taker. A Taker was originally a person
who took what they wanted, such as a thief or a warrior. In his
case he was a paid Taker, akin to the guards or mercenaries of
old earth. He was paid by the Talkers, or politicians, to guard
the mother tree.

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Jabur stood his silent vigil in the east fork of
the south branch of the Nevenan Mother Tree, one of the largest
and most prestigious Mother Trees on Battlegraud.
Clad in a green hooded cloak to blend in with the
foliage, he sat in the woven basket designed just for that
purpose. Holding his bow ready, he watched the skies and the
ground for any signs of movement.
A Mother Tree was an enormous tree so huge, that
each tree could support an entire human colony. Long ago, during
colonization, predators had killed many of the planet’s new
settlers. Out of necessity the population took to the trees. It
was soon found that the Mother Trees, the largest of all
indigenous trees, was wonderfully suited for this purpose. It’s
huge strong limbs, some a mile long and 50 yards across, could
support an entire community with very little modification. Since
the Mother Tree used much of the resources in the area, the
Mother Trees had naturally spread out symmetrically, each
claiming it’s own large territory. This, in turn, spread the
human communities across the planet equally. Each Mother Tree
provided food and water to the community, through it’s sap and
rain runoff, and food through nuts and a myriad of fruited
hanging parasitical vines. Farmers supplemented this food with
crops designed to grow beneath the huge branches. They provided
grains and vegetables, while the hunting Takers provided meat and
fish.
The tinkle of female laughter drew Jabur’s
attention to the river. Far off he could see the sparkle of
white, female bodies as they took their afternoon bathes. The
young adult females were bathing at this time, as usual. And
they seemed to be vying for his attention. It had been the same
for over a month, since he took over sentry duty on the south
branch.
Jabur looked around self-consciously, then picked
up the field glasses hanging from the stub of a branch near his
elbow. He adjusted the glasses until he had focused in on the
naked females. One looked in his direction, even as he watch.
She covered her mouth and giggled, while pointing at him. He
realized that the flash of the field glasses had given him away.
Nevertheless, they continued their lewd and encouraging conduct.
Nessay was washing the back of Bandy, one of his fellow Takers.
Jabur felt his cock grow hard as Nessay reached around Bandy’s
back and grabbed each firm cone in one tiny hand. Bandy was
exceptionally shapely and beautiful. If Jabur was interested in
pairing, at his young age, he would certainly consider Bandy.
But on a planet where a pairing could last for more than 800
years, a pairing was not taken lightly. Coupling, on the other
hand, could take place at the drop of a hat, especially between
people below the normal breeding age of 90. Even as he watched,
Bandy turned and gave Nessay a full lipped kiss. Nessay raised
Bandy to her feet and placed her mouth on her small tight-lipped
pussy. She nuzzled and licked, while Bandy bent over her head
and rubbed her wet hair. Bandy’s face was twisted with emotion.
Nessay broke contact and spoke. Bandy changed her stance,
spreading her legs much wider.
Nessay tipped her head back and applied her lips
to Bandy’s pussy. Bandy jerked and cried out, her face twisted
in passion until it was almost unrecognizable. The other girls
turned to watch. Some took their cue and moved together, some
laughed and looked on, and others simply watched in interest.

Jabur was getting desperately horny. Licking his
lips he leaned forward, sharpening his focus on Bandy’s tits, and
Nessay’s bobbing head. Then, to his horror, he watched as they
suddenly stood and moved off into the bushes.
“You little tease,” he mumbled, cursing himself
for being so gullible. His glasses went to the other girls. It
was a pool of delicious female flesh now withering and moaning in
delight. The Sachans would love to get their hands on them, he
realized. Remembering the seriousness of his duties, he put the
glasses back and continued his watch. But his thoughts centered
on Bandy. What a girl!
The Sachans were rumored to be at war on this side
of the Blue Knife mountain range. The Sachans were a violent
race consisting of only Takers. Coming from the great yellow
desert where there were no Mother Trees, they raised no food,
they reaped no harvest, they simply took, living off the hard
work of others. Jabur was determined not to let this happen to
his tribe. He must keep his mind on his duties.
A movement in the sky, far off toward the blue
mountains, caught Jabur’s attention. He turned to see a huge
Shiny approaching. Luckily, he recognized the Shiny as that of a
friend. It flapped it’s yellow wings effortlessly, then glided
forward, slowly losing altitude as it approached the Mother Tree.
It had a red chair strapped to it’s back. It was a carrier of
great importance.
“Mother Rush returns!” Jabur yelled down to the
workers below. In a moment a large group of Talkers poured from
the trunk of the Mother Tree and spread to await the arrival of
Mother Rush. Rush was important, she was a Talker, like the
important men of the tribe below, but she was also a witch. Even
the Sachans were afraid to anger her. She was from Neverpool, a
famous prosperous tribe who lived just south of Nevenan.
The Shiny descended in a slow spiral. Rush’s
Shiny was unique, it had a red slash across it’s feathered throat
as if it had been cut by a knife. This, according to Rush, made
it special, magical.

“Make way,” Rush yelled, waving for the onlookers
to move away from the landing pad. Doers were slow-witted and
docile. They would work all day on a bowl of rice and a slab of
meat, but they couldn’t think for themselves. They did what they
were told, but tended to move slowly and do stupid things.
Talkers and Takers were far more intelligent.
Jabur was a Taker, a Taker paid to protect the tribe. Talkers
governed the tribe and oversaw the work of the Doers. It was
possible for Jabur to rise to the rank of Talker, as he grew
older and gained more wisdom. But he still had 200 hundreds
years of youth before he had to worry about that.
“News, Father Alliace,” Rush yelled as the Shiny
landed and settled it’s wings with a slight shake. Rush was
helped down from her chair. She turned and looked at the faces
around her. Her gaze lingered on Jabur. He was considered a
good looking male, even in his own community, but that was not
why she was interested.
“What news, Mother Rush?” Alliace asked,
returning her attention to him. Jabur could see the jealousy in
his old blood-shot eyes. Rush was not Alliace’s mother, Mother
was a term used for any female who had given birth, as was the
term Father, given to any male who had fathered a child. Jabur
was just Jabur, since he had no children. Alliace had high hopes
of allying with Rush.
Jabur moved closer so he could hear the news,
intentionally standing close to Rush to further infuriate
Alliace.
Like the other, Jabur dreaded war, but at the same
time he was fascinated by it. War was exciting, and there was
little excitement in a farming community like Nevenan. Also, war
brought booty, female slaves, wealth, and glory. Jabur was
unpaired, he could use an exciting female slave. It was rumored
that the Sachans were famous for beautiful, high-spirited
women.

“The worst, I’m afraid. The Sachans have invaded
south of the Blue Knife range. They have attacked three Neve
communities, Neverban, Nevelfar, and Nevemata. They…” she
paused, swallowing quickly. “They set fire to the Mother Trees,”
she finished with a hiss. The resulting uproar caused a pause in
the conversation. Even the dull-witted Doers were screaming in
outrage. Rush finally lifted a hand so she could speak.
“They are heading in this direction. I am here to
organize your Takers, to ally with the other Takers and confront
them at the river with the Neve battalion. We believe that a
strong show of force can stop them there. I have organized
Shinys for transportation,” she called, pointing behind her.
Jabur’s hair bristled at the sight of a hundred chaired Shinys in
the air to the east. It looked like an invading army. Jabur
raised his bow nervously.
“Remain at ease, Taker,” Rush said, seeing Jabur’s
movements. “They are friends, Jabur,” she said with a slight
smile. Jabur heard Alliace’s hiss of annoyance. Jabur suddenly
realized that Rush had used his personal name. He was honored.
Was she truly interested in him, or simply trying to annoy
Alliace? A pairing with Rush would make him a leader among his
own people and many other close Neve tribes. He would rule
Alliace, in a sense. He liked that idea. On the other hand,
Rush as at least 200 years older than himself. Jabur was almost
a child, he had just turned 30. Also, Rush had hinted many times
that he had the makings of a witch, at some time in the distant
future. It usually took hundreds of years for a witch talent to
show. Two witches rarely paired, as their powers often
conflicted. Of course Alliace didn’t know this.
Jabur gasped as Rush’s mind invaded his mind.
Tendrils of thought touched different parts of his body. Her
thoughts centered on each area associated with a body part and
stimulated it briefly, before moving on to another. First his
nipples began to tingle and he felt them grow hard, as if he were
a girl. Second, he felt his ass being stimulated, or rather
invaded. The intense warmth spread throughout his body. Before
he could adjust to this embarassment, he felt her mind probe his
cock, stiffening it and mentally stroking it until he was on the
verge of an orgasm.
To the others, Jabur simply gasped and stiffened.
A few noticed his stiffened cock, but did not mention it. In
reality only seconds had passed. For Jabur, it seemed as if she
had touched him for hours. He felt her gentle mental fingers
touching him everywhere, and could do nothing about it.
Finally her mind rested for a moment on his
memories and conscience, then disappeared. There was a warm area
where Rush’s mind had been. Jabur knew why he had been probed.
Besides teasing him, for which she was famous, she was testing
his courage, physical strength, and honesty. He knew this
because it happened frequently. She called it keeping him
honest. She smiled knowingly, signifying that he had passed her
little test — and that she had enjoyed it.

“Rush will lead your army,” she said with a
finality which brooked no argument. Alliace’s mouth opened and
closed, like a fish out of water. He wanted to scream his
outrage, his own son was a Taker. But he knew better. Rush
would simply make him look foolish in front of the entire
village. Jabur wasted no time.
“Takers, front and center!” Jabur screamed.
Several dozen men and women, including Alliace’s son, ran forward
and formed into a solid line. He counted the number of swords,
bows, and spears. He had more than enough for his plan. Jabur
had mentally planned for such an event for many years and now he
could put his plan into action.
“Three lines,” he commanded. “Spears to the fore,
swords in the middle and bows in the rear,” he yelled, pushing
several people into place.
Doers ran screaming as line after line of Shiny
landed in the nearby field.
“Find an appropriate Shiny and mobilize in this
order,” he yelled, waving his small army forward.
“The Sachans have no fliers,” Rush whispered from
his elbow. “It will be an infantry battle.”

“I will keep the bows aloft to fire down upon
their army,” Jabur said, fearing that she would find this
cowardly. She nodded slowly.
“Such a move would demoralize their army and
minimize our casualties,” she acceded.
“My thinking,” Jabur agreed.
“Of course you will need the approval of the
General. Do it if you can, and don’t misplace my trust.”
“Never,” Jabur said with a dashing smile. He felt
more alive at that moment, than he had at any other time in his
life. He might be dead by nightfall, but today he would
live.
“Onward to glory!” he yelled the traditional Neve
battle cry. The Shinys rose almost simultaneously. The blur of
wings and dust was awesome. The Neve felt invincible. Jabur
looked down at the awed village and his chest thrust out in
pride.

Three days later, exhausted, beaten, and
demoralized, Jabur watched the remainder of his army form at the
rear of the huge formation of the Neve battalion. Almost 100,000
warriors stood in front of his own small column. He had now lost
half of his Takers, and still the Sachans continued to come,
continued to attack, continued to win. Jabur had reported to
Ladax, the general of the armies and been ordered to the rear.
Rush stood next to General Ladax and did her best to defeat the
enemy with magic. Jabur’s bowmen were ordered down to the
ground, and the Shinys were sent off to other duties. Jabur
watched in frustrated anger, as wave after wave of Sachan armies
rushed forward to attack and slaughter their people.
Again they fought, and again they lost. Seventeen
Sachan Takers broke through to his lines, killing five more of
his Takers. Trudging back to their area, he looked at the worn
faces of the few who remained and shook his head sadly. Ten men
carried stretchers with the dead back toward their camp. In a
few more engagements the remaining women would have to help. Two
women had been killed only minutes before. Twelve men and four
women remained. How many more?
“Don’t misplace my trust,” Rush had said. Well he
had no choice, each time he tried to discuss his plan with the
General, the General ordered him back to his Company. When would
he learn that traditional fighting was not going to work against
the Sachans. The Sachans had destroyed half the planet. The
Neve would be next. The Sachans were not as polite as two
warring Neve tribes might be. They did not observe the rules,
they took no prisoners. Ladax would have to change, to meet the
new threat. Traditional methods were not working.
“Jabur?”
“What?” he roared, then softened when he saw the
hurt look on Bandy’s face. “What?” he asked again, softly.
Bandy had looked so young and sweet, while bathing a few days
before. Now she looked hardened and weary.
“Make love to me,” she begged. “I have a
feeling… this may be my last day,” she said quietly. Jabur
wanted to argue, to object to her fatalistic attitude, but he
knew she may be right. It was just a matter of time.

“Gladly,” he nodded, looking into her blood
spattered face. He shouldered his bow and walked closer to her.
His arm went around her waist, pulling her against him.
“War is no place for women,” Jabur said sadly.
“Nor men,” Bandy agreed.
Jabur relaxed on the furs as Bandy took the canvas
bucket to the water wagon and filled it. He checked his body for
cuts, but found only the blood of others, and a few bruises.
Sachans had an annoying habit of hitting you with a sword hilt,
before standing back and plunging a sword through your body. He
had learned to take the hit and kill quickly with his dagger,
before they could step back. It was a wonderful strategy, but
very painful.
Bandy appeared with the water. She tied the tent
flap closed and began immediately taking off her clothing until
she stood naked before him. His eyes went from her blood-
spattered face, to her clean, perfectly-shaped small conned
breasts. She was tiny. Jabur knew he could reach around her
waist, or either thigh, with his two hands. She looked more like
a little sprite, rather than a fierce Taker with many kills
behind her.
“If the Sachans had known what you look like
naked, they may have gladly given up their lives,” Jabur said
with a smile.

“Maybe I should try that next time. No, I might
attract more Takers than I can fend off alone.”
“True,” he said as he watched her wash her
magnificent body. She had the smallest tuft of light brown hair
above her pussy. It was dainty and beautiful. Her pussy lips
were small and fragile. Jabur suddenly wondered if she had ever
made love to a man.
“Are you a virgin?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, but I’m not dying as one.”
She turned and bent over the bucket of water,
washing her pussy as she straddled it. For the first time his
eyes began picking out the scars on her body. He counted three
slashes and two stab wounds on her back alone. Most were small,
almost trivial. Then his eyes went to her small, dimpled ass,
and all her scars were forgotten. He felt his cock aching to
plunge up inside that perfect little ass. It was time to clean
up.
“Save the water for me.”

“It’s dirty,” she said with a look of disgust.
“I’m too tired to get more,” he said, stripping
off his clothing.
“You are our leader, let other’s do it,” she said,
going to the doorway. She pulled the flap aside and tossed out
the dirty water.
“Willa, more water,” she commanded, holding out
the bucket. Willa took the bucket without a word and walked
off.
“You are more of a leader than I am,” he said
sullenly.
“No, I speak for the leader. I must, you refuse
to speak for yourself.”

“Agreed,” he nodded. He stood, finally naked.

As he waited for the water, many thoughts raced
through Jabur’s head. He suddenly realized that he had not been
much of a leader. He simply led them forward to die. He must
change. But first, an amazingly beautiful young woman awaited
him.
“Let me wash you,” she whispered as she retrieved
the bucket of water. “Lay down,” she commanded, pushing him
back. With an odd smile he stumbled back and laid on the
pillow.
“The last time I saw you bathe, it was in the
river with Nessay. She made love to you. I was so mad when you
went off into the bushes to finish.”
Bandy paused, holding the rag just above his
crotch. “I didn’t want an audience, it was personal,” she
whispered as she rinsed the rag and started his face and neck.
He felt his cock hardening at the memory of that river
incident.
“I wish she was here now,” Jabur said quietly.
“I’d love to watch.”

“I wish she was too,” Bandy said in a tiny voice.
“We’ve been lovers since I was 17.”
As she started on Jabur’s legs, he sat up to
watch. She was so beautiful, so dainty. He grimaced as he saw
the water. She followed his glance and nodded.
“Blood,” she said quietly. “I’ve seen enough
blood to last a lifetime.”
“And I,” he agreed. He grabbed her shoulders and
pulled her over on top of him. Even before he could move, her
mouth sought out his. They kissed passionately, withering on the
furs. His hands went to her small, firm ass. Her hands were
everywhere on his body, seeking, massaging, stimulating until he
felt feverish. With shaking hands he rolled her over so she
rested on her back on the furs. He cupped one breast in his
hand, while he stimulated the nipple of the other. She was very
responsive. She withered beneath his hands, gasping for breath
as she looked up at him with an adoring gaze. He leaned down and
captured her right nipple in his lips. He sucked and strummed
the nipple, enjoying her violent response. She held his head in
place and massaged his hair, as he sucked like a babe feasting on
it’s mother’s milk.
“Oh yes,” she gasped. Jabur slid his spare hand
down to touch her crotch. He first ran his hands through the
pelt of hair above her pussy, then slid it down until it cupped
her warm, sweetly scented lips.
“Oh, oh, eeee,” she squealed, lifting her mound to
meet his hand. He soon found himself holding his hand in place,
while she lifted and humped his hand with her small, delicate
petals. In a moment the smell of sex was strong in the tent. He
knew she was ready.

“Roll over,” he whispered. She knew what he
wanted. She immediately rolled over and rose to her knees. He
first kissed each firm ass cheek, then he cupped her breasts in
his hands while leaning forward and inserting the tip of his cock
between her warm pussy lips. She pushed backward, impaling
herself violently on his rigid member. He again found himself
remaining still while she rode back against him, violently
pummeling his hips with her tight little ass.
A warrior, regardless of sex, could not afford the
luxury of fat. And the few who had it, lost it in a prolonged
battle as the river battles had been. The longest battle they
fought was the first battle, which lasted for over ten hours.
That was a lot of exercise.
Their level of fitness certainly enhanced the
quality of their sexual lives, if the myriad of cuts and bruises
did not interfere.
“Oh yes!” Bandy screamed as she pummeled Jabur
with her hard little ass. He was sliding smoothly in and out of
her sticky little hole. The sound of wet pussy lips grasping his
hard cock was very erotic. The sight of one of the most
beautiful women in the village, down on her hands and knees
before him, was even more erotic. Jabur knew this first time
would not last long. The feeling of her firm little cones in his
hands was wonderful. They were so hard and hot. He tried to
stimulate her nipples with his thumbs, but it was not easy as she
bounced forward and back.
The way the bed swayed helped maintain their
tempo. The bed was constructed of sticks and rawhide, covered
with furs. The looseness of the rawhide straps allowed the bed
to sway easily beneath their weight.
“Yes, fuck me,” Bandy howled. Jabur heard some
comments, and a little laughter, coming from outside the tent
walls. But it was natural. In a community of tents, the sounds
of sex routinely filtered into to other tents. The sound alone
was usually enough to stimulate other couples into further sexual
acts.

Bandy suddenly stopped, frozen into place. Jabur
felt his hackles rise. He looked around for a sign of danger,
then listened carefully, but heard nothing.
“What’s the matter?” he finally asked.
“No… nothing, nothing at all,” Bandy said in a
strained voice. She again began sliding forward and back, but
this time she did so at a more sedate pace. She occasionally
slid back against him and wiggled a little to get more
penetration, before she slid off him again. Her moans were
lower, more controlled. Her tempo was more sedate.
“Are you all right?” he asked again in
concern.
“Wonderful,” she gasped, allowing her head to hang
down. She rocked gently against him. He began ramming his cock
savagely into her pussy, as he felt his balls beginning to burn.
He knew his time was near. It was only seconds now before…
“Oh yes,” he hissed. He redoubled his attack on
her sweet little pussy. Mashing her ass cheeks in his hands, he
pounded away until the orgasm struck like a dam bursting.

“Ahhheee,” he howled, vibrating against her tiny
ass, with his cock pressed hard against her ass cheeks for better
penetration. It felt wonderful, heavenly. The moist heat of her
pussy was fantastic.
She waited patiently as he emptied he contents of
his balls into her moist flesh. She looked back and smiled,
waiting for him to wilt behind her. Finally he stopped jerking
and pulled out reluctantly. He looked at her with shame.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“For what? I will simply have to wait,” she said
with a smile. “Or???”
“Or?” he asked.
“Have you ever seen two women make love?” she
asked with a smile.

“Only you and Nessay.”
“Nessay? Oh yes, her,” Bandy said as if she just
remembered her life long friend and lover. Jabur frowned. He
sat up, looking down at Bandy as she spread out on the bed.
“Women lovers have a problem. It occurs every
month, if you get my meaning.”
“Sure,” Jabur nodded.
“Well that can be very inconvenient. Two women
spend half their lives waiting for the period to end. One week
for one woman, and one week for the other, unless they are lucky
enough to have them at the same times.”
“Yes, yes, I know this,” Jabur said
impatiently.

“You do? Oh well, I am just leading up to a
request. You see there are ways of having sex, even though the
period is upon them. If you will allow me?” she said, climbing
back to her hands and knees. She turned Jabur over on his left
side. He looked at her quizzically, while she straddled his body
and rested her tiny pussy on his right hip. Then, as he rested,
she rode gently forward and back on his hip.
“That feel kind of nice,” Jabur agreed. He felt
her wetness on his hip. It was hot and pleasing.
“It’s wonderful,” Bandy moaned with her eyes
closed. She rode that way for several minutes before she began
to increase her pace. Her breathing came rapidly, her efforts
more urgent. It took only a moment for Bandy to grab his rib
cage and ride herself to her own violent orgasm. She cried out
in a restrained voice, moaning and biting her lips, until her
orgasm faltered and ended.
“Oh, Jabur, that was wonderful,” she sighed,
leaning forward and kissing him soundly. “It’s the best sex I’ve
had in a hundred years,” she gave him a sly smile.
“Right,” he said sarcastically. Bandy’s face went
through several changes, then she fell to the furs in complete
exhaustion.
“Are you alright?” he leaped forward to sit her
up.

“THAT BITCH, THAT EVIL OLD BITCH!” Bandy
screamed.
“What are you talking about?” he asked, concerned
over her sanity.
“That old witch shared my body with me while we
made love,” Bandy said in outrage. “I’ll yank every hair out of
that old cow’s head,” she screamed, jumping to her feet. She
stormed out of the tent starting an uproar. She jumped back into
the tent and picked up her clothing. With a sheepish expression
she began dressing.
“That sneaky old witch,” Jabur said with a new
respect for her powers. “Maybe I should talk to her as well.
That gives me an idea.”
“GENERAL, GENERAL!” Willa said, running into the
tent.
“What is it, Willa?” Willa looked from Bandy, who
was still dressing, to Jabur.

“Spies have infiltrated the camp. The water is
poisoned,” she said, looking at the bloody bucket.
“Don’t worry, we didn’t drink any,” Jabur said
shyly. “Empty the wagon and have somebody get more. Send them
upstream, I don’t want blood in it.”
“I… I already have,” she said, looking down at
Jabur’s nakedness. She smiled sheepishly and left. But she left
the distinct impression that she would like to be next in line.
Jabur would remember that. Willa was a strong, and not overly
beautiful, woman, but she was very sexy.
“I need food,” Jabur said as he dressed. He left
the tent, only to find that the cooked food had been poisoned by
the water. It had all been dumped.
“Blast this,” Jabur suddenly yelled.
“What?” Willa said from the rock where she had
begun sharpening her sword.

“I said blast this. And blast Ladax while you’re
at it. He couldn’t lead a sing-along.”
“He is the general of the armies,” she pointed out
as she continued sharpening her sword.
“Why?”
“Huh?
“Why? Why is he the general of the armies? Who
appointed him to that position?”
“His father, and his father before him. The
position has been passed down since the dark times.”

“What if I don’t recognize that authority? What
if I promote myself to general of my own army?”
“You can’t do that?” she snorted.
“I can and I will,” Jabur said, tossing down the
branch he was holding. “Get the army ready for action, we are
succeeding from the Neve battalion as of now. I’m going to see
Rush,” he said, stalking off toward the high mound in the center
of the battalion.
Jabur was coated with mud from his knees down, as
he climbed the hill where the Neve command resided. Jabur saw
Rush looking off toward the Sachan army. She suddenly turned and
looked at Jabur. Ladax also turned. His face clouded with
anger. Her’s turned red in embarassment.
“Get back to your place,” Ladax said with a
haughty look.
“Go to hell, moron. I’m here to see Mother
Rush.”

“Get out!” Ladax screamed, grabbing the hilt of
his knife.
“Pull that knife and I’ll kill you,” Jabur said
between clenched teeth. “Somebody should have done that long
ago, it would have saved thousands of Neve lives. Rush, I’m here
to discuss that plan, which our moronic General decided to scrap.
Can you get me Shinys?”
“Oh course,” she nodded.
“No!” Ladax yelled.
“I’ve had about enough of you,” Jabur said, half
pulling his sword.
“Go to sleep,” Rush said, waving her hand at the
back of Ladax’s head. He slumped to the ground. They ignored
him, allowing him to lay in the mud.

“He serves his purpose,” Mother Rush shrugged
apologetically.
“The Shinys?”
“On their way,” she pointed to several dozen
riderless Shinys.
“Oh, I’ll need more bowmen,” he gasped slipping
and sliding as he ran down the hill. “Thanks,” he called, waving
over his shoulder.
“You are welcome,” she whispered. The sound of
her voice reverberated in his head. “And you didn’t disappoint
me,” she whispered only to herself.

Sixty-seven golden Shinys filled the skies over
the Neve lines with bowmen and women sitting astride their backs.
At the suggestion of one female warrior, each carried a full
quiver of arrows, and a leather pouch filled with fist-sized
rocks. The rocks had been her idea. An arrow can be deflected
by a metal shield, a rock would flatten the shield and the
warrior beneath it.

The leader of the Sachans showed his fearlessness
by hiding at the rear of his lines in a bright glowing red tent.
He was daring spies to infiltrate his lines and destroy him,
knowing full well that it was impossible, and also knowing that
they would try. He had not planned on an aerial assault. The
Sachans did not live in Mother Trees, so they had no Shinys. The
aerial attack was a complete surprise, and brought about utter
chaos, especially when the Shinys hovered over the bright red
tent. Jabur smiled through clenched teeth as he saw the people
milling below, suddenly intent on protecting their leader. Jabur
raised his right arm, then lowered it with a jerk in the motion
for attack. Sixty-six screaming arrows rocketed toward the red
tent and the milling masses around it. Dozens feel. Even at
their great height, they could hear the screams of pain and
horror. The glint of hastily raised shields nearly blinded
them.
“Rocks,” Jabur screamed. He shouldered his own
bow and dug three large rocks from his bag. He raised his arm
high and dropped it, releasing his rock. He nearly lost his
seating as he tried to follow the trajectory of the rock by
leaning over the side. With an embarrassed start, he grabbed the
saddle and dropped the other two rocks by accident.
More screams of horror and pain filtered up to
them. Suddenly the entire encampment began to run. They ran
without food, shelter, or weapons. They simply ran in complete
horror, not knowing where they ran too, or how they would
survive. A wave of movement on the Neve side of the river
signaled the attack of the ground forces. The camp was mainly
empty, but the Neve warriors took the opportunity to burn and
pillage the Sachan encampment. After one more hour, the Sachans
were scattered, weaponless, and destitute. Sachan hunting
parties began spontaneously in the nearby Neve Mother Trees.
Hundreds of Sachans were hunted down and slaughtered, the females
placed in bonds.
The Sachan empire was broken. After centuries of
war, fear, and loss, the Sachans were no longer a threat.

Jabur led his Shiny down to the mound where Mother
Rush and General Ladax stood watching. Smoke poured in black
columns from the Sachan encampment on the far side of the river,
rising high up into the sky and partially blocking the sun.
“You are missing out on all the treasure,” Ladax
snarled.

“My own troops will look out for my best
interests,” Jabur smiled. “I expect a female slave or two out of
this engagement,” he added as he approached Rush and squeezed her
arm.
“It looks like the people have a new General,”
Rush smiled, looking from Jabur to Ladax.
“Hardly,” Ladax growled.
“A General can be elected or reelected after a
great winning battle,” Rush reminded him. “Shall we hold the
election now, or will you step down?” she asked with a twinkle in
her eyes.
Ladax cursed under his breath and stalked off.
“The Sachans are beaten, there is no longer a need
for a General,” Jabur said, although he stood a little
taller.

“Oh, but there is. One benefit of being a witch,
is the ability to see the future. There will be a need, General
Jabur.”
“We will see,” Jabur said in a patronizing
manner.
“Yes we will,” she said smugly, “and one of those
female slaves is mine,” she added, with a sly sideward
glance.

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