The New Order, page 5
“And they’re not in any position to do anything about it, they’re all locked up in Brimstone,” added Charlie. He was referring to the highest-end prison in Elementia, situated in the remnants of the Nether Fortress that RAT1 had blown up before the Battle for Elementia.
“Exactly,” said Kat. “Trust me, Stan, I think now that you’ve made it illegal, we aren’t gonna be hearing any more from the Noctem Alliance. On the other hand, there are probably going to be more rich people sulking in their houses about equality now that they can’t run around in black tunics whining about it.”
Stan chuckled. “Yeah, you’re right, Kat, I’m just overthinking it.”
Charlie agreed. “So, what are we gonna do on our day off, guys? Let’s make it count.”
“Ooh, ooh! I know!” said Kat, jumping up and down in excitement. “How about we borrow Ivanhoe and have him defecate on the steps of the Avery Memorial Courthouse?”
“Kat, I built that courthouse as a memorial to my friend who sacrificed his life to save me from King Kev! I am not going to let a pig poop on the front steps!” said Stan in exasperation as Charlie laughed. Stan seriously wondered whether she was joking.
“Fine. Ooh! Better idea!” said Kat, her mouth wide open in an elated grin. “Let’s go over to the Apothecary Memorial Fountain . . . and have Ivanhoe defecate in the water!”
“NO!” cried Stan as Charlie clutched his sides in his hysterics. “The Apothecary saved my life too!”
“Good point. Ooh! I know!” cried Kat, her face glowing with amusement as she glanced at Charlie.
“Does it involve a pig taking a dump on something I built to honor my dead friends?” Stan asked, taking in just how ridiculous it was that he should have to ask such a question, as Charlie rolled on the ground laughing. Prolonged exposure to Oob the NPC villager had made Charlie susceptible to laughter at these kinds of jokes, a fact that Kat used to her advantage often.
“Wait, you have more dead friends? Well, I suppose we could go down to the Adorian Village or to Steve Memorial Farm . . .”
“Do you have a real idea, Kat?” Stan asked as Charlie pulled himself up and regained his composure.
“Okay, okay. The Mechanist told me he’s unveiling his new machine today!” exclaimed Kat.
“You mean the one he’s been building in the park?” Charlie asked. “That’s being finished today?”
“That’s the one,” replied Kat. “I’m thinking we should spend the first part of the day seeing whatever that is.”
“Sounds like a plan!” said Stan, and Charlie nodded his approval. Together, the three friends turned and walked in the direction of the park where the Mechanist had spent all his free time for weeks, building a mysterious contraption. On the way, the talk turned to the Spleef Tournament.
“Oh, there’s no doubt about it, DZ is the best player on our team,” Kat assured Stan. “He was brought down by a lucky shot in that last match, I would be shocked if something like that ever happened again.”
“Regardless of who’s the best player, there’s no denying you three are the best team, right?” asked Stan. “I mean, you guys did those combo attacks like they were second nature, and the other team barely did anything!”
“Yes, and you’ll notice that we moved on, and they didn’t,” said Kat with a grimace. “We’ve got a long, hard road ahead of us, Stan. We only have two matches left, and we’re gonna have to put our noses to the grindstone if we want to have a chance of beating our next opponent.”
“Who is your next opponent, by the way?” asked Charlie. “I know that the only teams left in the tournament are the Bats, the Skeletons, the Ocelots, and you guys. But who are you up against next?”
“The Ocelots,” replied Kat. “I think that of the four of us, they’re probably tied with us and the Skeletons for the best. I don’t think the Skeletons will have any problems beating the Bats.”
“You can’t know that,” said Stan reasonably. “There’s always a chance the Bats get lu . . . oh, man,” he breathed as the three of them walked into a shadow and paused.
They were standing in the shadow of a giant box in the middle of the public park. The front was a square, nine blocks high by fifteen blocks long, composed entirely of redstone lamps. Protruding from this was a black box that extended twenty blocks back and probably contained the redstone wiring of the machine, which Stan assumed extended far underground. The machine was the only thing that extended up from the flat ground of the sunlit courtyard, besides the now dark lampposts that lined the sides of the gravel roads that crossed the grass park. As such, the machine commanded a good deal of attention from those strolling through the park.
“Beautiful, ain’t she?” came the smooth voice that Stan recognized as the Mechanist’s. He was leaning on a black wool table in front of the machine. On this table were two levers and a button.
“Man, Mechanist,” said Charlie as the trio walked over to him. “I don’t even know what this thing does yet and I’m already impressed!”
“Thanks, Charlie,” said the Mechanist, looking up at the towering electric marvel with a smile. “This thing’s my baby. Easily the most impressive thing I’ve built since the redstone supercomputer.”
“What does it do?” asked Stan, his interest piqued.
“Well, how’d you like to test it out? Stan, you take the lever on the left, Charlie, the one on the right,” said the Mechanist, and he gestured to the two levers, which the boys ran over to and enthusiastically clutched.
“Now, press the button, and let the magic begin,” said the Mechanist, stepping back next to Kat as the two of them prepared to watch the invention on its maiden run. Stan watched in awe as the screen of the mechanism flashed on and off at strobe speed before settling on what could only be the game screen. A single light shined in the center of the screen, while two vertical lines three lights high glowed on opposite sides.
From somewhere within the mechanized obelisk, a series of note block chimes rang out in a catchy melody, and the Mechanist said, with glee in his voice, “Push the levers up and down.”
Stan pushed up on the lever on his side, and the effect was instantaneous. The line on his side of the screen moved to the top in a fluid animation. Stan saw the line on the other side of the screen move downward. Charlie had pulled down on his lever simultaneously. Stan now realized what this game was. He had his hand firmly grasped on the lever when the dot of light in the center of the screen flew upward and to the right, then bounced off the top of the screen and came down to the left. Stan pulled down on his lever and the line of lights on his side sunk down to his side of the screen. The bouncing ball of light struck the line of Stan’s lights and ricocheted off toward Charlie’s line as Charlie maneuvered it to return the ball toward Stan.
“You made Pong!” exclaimed Charlie in wonder as he scored his first point on Stan, and a light lit up the top of his side indicating that a point had been earned.
“That I did,” replied the Mechanist. “I call it my Tennis Machine. Was absolute torture developing a point-tracking system, but I think I did all right. What say you guys?”
“This is awesome!” replied Stan.
“Yeah, I can’t believe you figured all this out! Is there nothing you can’t do?” asked Charlie.
“That is what I like to tell myself. Mostly for morale, but still,” said the Mechanist with a smirk.
“Well, you’re right,” said Stan, devoting his last ounce of attention to the response before becoming totally engrossed in the game. It was a blowout. Charlie was exceptionally skilled at the game, which was, indeed, a perfect replica of Pong. After the first game, Kat took Stan’s place, and she was much more closely matched to Charlie than Stan was. In fact, she was tied with him, and was about to score when a shout rang out from behind Stan.
“Hey, Kat! What’re you doing?”
Kat whipped around to face G, ignoring the fact that Charlie had scored on her and won the game. “G? What are you doing here?”
“Looking for you!” replied G. He sounded irritated. “You promised that you’d spend some time with me soon. And, well, it’s your day off. Here I am.” And he opened his arms in front of him. Charlie rolled his eyes as he gave up his spot on the machine to two pedestrians who asked for a turn to play the game.
“Wait a second. G, today isn’t your day off. Why aren’t you with the council?” Kat said.
“Oh, I changed it so that I could spend the entire day with you,” said G with a grin. “Frankly, Jayden, Archie, and DZ seemed a little upset. But who cares? Spending time with you is more important than stupid political squabbles.”
“G, those ‘stupid political squabbles’ are actually really important, if you haven’t noticed! It’s nice that you want to spend time with me, but you can’t just ditch work because of it!” moaned Kat. She seemed legitimately upset.
“Whoa, Kat! I thought you’d be happy! Do you not want to see me or something? ’Cause if that’s the case, then . . .”
“No, that’s not the case, G! I do like spending time with you, but you have to admit that we have been seeing each other a lot lately, and to cut work so that you can see me more . . .”
And the two of them went on and on. Charlie simply looked amused, occasionally giving a sigh or an eye roll of amusement. Stan, on the other hand, was slowly coming to a realization.
Ever since the incident with the Noctem Alliance had been put to rest, the biggest issues that faced Stan today were Kat’s overly clingy boyfriend and an argument starting about whose turn it was on the Tennis Machine. The Grand Republic of Elementia was now on the threshold of the greatest period of peace and prosperity that DZ, Blackraven, and the other older players could remember. Just in the past week, Charlie had discovered an underground mine rich in diamonds, gold, and iron. The day afterward, the railway to Blackstone had been extended to reach the Southeastern Mountains, and a glut of coal from the region was inbound.
As all this recent success crashed into Stan like a wave, he allowed himself, for the first time that he could remember, to give himself credit. In truth, from the time he had joined Elementia, he had just done what seemed natural, and he had ended up as the leader of the whole server. However, it was just now that Stan realized he had done an exceedingly good job in creating a country that he himself would gladly be a citizen of, a country of justice. And it was all due to the efforts of him and his friends.
As Stan stepped forward to break up the argument among the players in line for the Tennis Machine, and Charlie did the same with Kat and G, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. He looked around the sunny courtyard with a pleasantly liberating feeling that all was well, and nothing could go wrong today.
Although Leonidas still wasn’t sure what the point of the upcoming offensive was, at least he was finally comfortable. The steamy, humid climate of the jungle was much more pleasing to him than the whipping frigid winds of Nocturia. Bushwhacking through the deep underbrush with an iron sword, followed by five men trooping behind him in unison, Leonidas felt more at home than he had in a long, long time.
Leonidas glanced at the redstone compass in his hand, and he rubbed the condensation off the glass face to see the red needle. The needle indicated that they were going the right way, and the sight he saw when he burst out of the bushes confirmed this.
Situated in a small valley, cleared of trees, was a little house made of wood, with a small farm at the back. Leonidas recognized this house. He had come here months before, back when his partners Geno and Becca were still alive. They had searched this very house for the player who had since become president of the Grand Republic of Elementia. Leonidas knew the house was full of booby traps, so looting it would be more trouble than it was worth.
Leonidas knew the house would be empty. Its owner had been killed in the same battle as Geno, Becca, and King Kev. And so Leonidas led his men past this house. He knew the house was situated on the most direct path between Nocturia and the Elementia Jungle Base, and indeed, they only had to walk for another ten minutes before the outpost came into view.
The Elementia Jungle Base was located within a jungle temple, an ancient naturally generated structure of mossy cobblestone and stone brick, on the side of a hill. The trees and the cliff face created a natural defense. Leonidas signaled to his men to halt as he noticed the Elementia soldiers standing on patrol atop the base, bows raised. Leonidas had anticipated this. He had listened to an entire strategy session by Caesar indicating the most efficient way to attack this base, as described by the spy within Element City.
He gestured to his two frontmost soldiers, two privates, to circle the outpost through the trees, to the left and right. The two fighters pulled off their black tunics and pulled on their green ones, expertly dyed the exact same color as the jungle leaves. They set off in opposite directions, preparing to sneak in close and fill the base with gas at Leonidas’s command. Meanwhile, Leonidas led his remaining three men straight toward the front of the temple.
As the players approached the jungle temple, with another two circling to the sides, Leonidas’s breath began to quicken, his blood began to pump faster and faster. All the moral and strategic objections that he had to this plan to take the Jungle Base seemed to diminish as he got closer and closer to the battle. From the time he was new on the server, this had been what he had lived for. Leonidas was a fighter—he always was, and he always would be.
He pulled out a shovel with sweaty hands and led his party tunneling the last bit of the way to the outpost. Reemerging in a blind spot pressed right up against the wall of the outpost, the guards could not see the soldiers pulling themselves out of the ground. The timing was precise. No sooner had the last of his men pulled themselves up out of the hole than a cloud of noxious gray gas burst from the open window above them.
Leonidas and his team acted almost robotically as they pulled the Potions of Swiftness from their inventories and downed them in a single gulp. Instantly, Leonidas’s senses were charged to the highest level of acuteness, his muscles primed for the ultimate battling stature. This effect of the potion would make him and his men invulnerable to the effects of the toxic Potion of Slowness that now hung in the air within the base. His pulse beating in anticipation, Leonidas scurried up the vines on the side of the base and drew his glimmering bow. Immediately, he downed three of the guards with flaming arrows as his men followed him into the base.
As his men swarmed the temple, Leonidas noticed that each one of the dead men’s spilled inventories contained a book, the same book. The covers showed that it was The Constitution of the Republic of Elementia by Bookbinder55. Leonidas sneered. How noble, he thought, that each of these men carried the constitution of their country with them on their scouting missions. What a pity that it did not help them in the least against the supreme power of the Noctem Alliance. Then, in disgust, Leonidas tossed one of the books into the air and shot it against the wall with another flaming arrow.
Leonidas had been conflicted about this attack before, but that was all gone now. He knew nothing but an all-consuming taste for war, as the potion erased all his inhibitions. And with that, Leonidas continued the slaughter, leaving his inner compassion as useless, pathetic, and forgotten as the burning constitution of Elementia pinned on the temple wall.
CHAPTER 6 ELEMENTIA DAY
The next morning, Stan looked up and gave a groggy glance out the window. When he saw the red and blue wool blocks decorating the tops of the courtyard wall, he immediately jumped out of bed—it was an important day. As he walked downstairs from his room to eat breakfast in the castle common room, Stan remembered that the previous night, the moon had been barely a sliver. It would be dark tonight.
The common room, with its paintings, a fire in the Netherrack fireplace, and chairs in a circle around the room, was also decorated with red and blue wool. This was probably Archie’s work. He always did love Elementia Day more than anybody else, despite the fact that it had been Blackraven’s idea to start the tradition almost immediately after the creation of the republic.
DZ and Charlie were already awake, and they were sitting by the refrigerator, eating today’s breakfast (prepared by the Imperial Butlers), which turned out to be pumpkin pie.
“Ah, Stam! Hubba Erumendaduh, ol behee!” said DZ through a mouthful of pastry. “Surry,” he added as he gave an enormous swallow. “I said, Ah, Stan! Happy Elementia Day, old buddy!”
“Thanks, DZ,” said Stan with a smile. “I can’t believe it’s really been four months.”
“Four months ago today,” replied DZ, imitating Archie’s deep announcing voice, which he would use at the ceremony in the park later that evening, “the moon was dark, as it is tonight. On that day, our beloved president, Stan2012, defeated the tyrannical King Kev in battle and created the Grand Republic of Elementia. Now, four new moons later, we celebrate that victory!”
“That’s actually pretty good.” Charlie laughed. “What kind of stuff does Archie have planned for this Elementia Day?”
“Well, there’s the usual pig races, sparring tournament, and reenactment of the battle,” said DZ, “but I think we all know that the highlight of today is gonna be the Mechanist’s new Tennis Machine.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right, but I gotta say, I’m excited about the races too,” said Charlie. “I put down a big bet against Kat saying that Bob is gonna win the race.”
“Really? What about Zoey and Porky?” Stan asked, referring to an acclaimed racer and her pig.
“Yeah, that’s a good point, Charlie,” said DZ. “Those two’ve won that race every Elementia Day so far, and this is Bob’s first time. What makes you think he’s gonna win?”
“’Cause it’s Bob!” replied Charlie. “He’s got a stronger bond with Ivanhoe than any I’ve seen, and that includes Kat and Rex.”
