At the entrance of the recently founded "Ozcura training camp!" - as the big sign at the entrance clearly told - Rasgarra, an Ozcura breed, nervously waited for the soon to arrive officer of the demon legion, who would inspect the camp and decide its future. She nervously scratched her upper lip with one of her fangs while making sure that she looked good in her uniform: her shoulder pads, spiked with bone parts of enemies - of course from enemies she killed herself, not some other Ozcuras! - were properly attached. The small leather belt around her chest to make her boobs less jumpy-jumpy, was tight. Her axe was attached to the belt holding her loincloth. Her leather stockings were high enough, to protect her legs from the edge of the axe, so she wouldn’t cut herself - only morons would run around without proper stockings protecting them from their own weapons!
Rasgarra turned around to look at the camp. It was located in a valley in the mountains, a few dozen buildings, mostly barracks to give shelter to the Ozcuras-in-training and wide training fields, surrounded by a tall palisade.
She took a last look at the hastily made sign above the front gate. As she heard of the demon officer arriving soon, she decided to make the camp look as good as possible - the fate of the Ozcura race lied upon her shoulders! - and therefore made some quick changes to further impress her superiors!
Another change was, to deploy guards to the front gate. Of course they were useless there - who needs guards deep in the mountains anyway? - but Rasgarra knew, that important places ALWAYS had guards at the door, whether or not they would be of any use there. As a very experienced warrior which had survi… won many battles, she was assigned to be in charge of this training camp. Thinking of that, she became nervous again, looking around if she could see anything that would upset the demon officer.
Her look fell upon the guards at the door. They were both Ozcuras, personally chosen by Rasgarra to stand here, when the demon officer would arrive. The fiercest looking Ozcuras in the whole camp! The right one was an almost two-meter tall antorian Orc breed, the left had trollish ancestors. They had almost identical uniforms, both armed with spears, since guards should have some big weapons, but something was odd...
The flash of realization struck Rasgarra, as she took a closer look to their pose: the left one held her spear in the left hand, so it pointed away from the gate, and the right one held it in the right!
"What you doing?!" she yelled at them. "You no look equal! I told you to look equal!"
Puzzled, the two guards looked at each other.
"How can I look like her?" the trollish asked, looking up to the other, putting herself on tiptoe.
"No! No!" yelled Rasgarra. "You can't look like her! Obviously! Stupid!"
"Why you say so then…?" mumbled the scolded guard.
"I mean the spears! Put them in the same hand!" the two guards looked at each other, before the trollish one switched her spear in her right hand and got into position again.
Better! Far better! Thought Rasgarra, when she looked at the scene: both guards now looked totally the same, both pointing their spear towards the right.
"Ahem." A voice rose from behind her.
"Ieeek!" Rasgarra yelled surprised, while quickly turning. In front of her stood a demon, flanked by two Succubi, the flying type, daughters of Zenunim. The demon officer was almost a head taller than Rasgarra and was almost completely covered by a metal armor. Only his claws, holding a drawing board with some pieces of paper attached to it, were visible. And his eyes. His glooming eyes, that looked at Rasgarra with an unreadable view in them.
"I'm Ahrzeel, I've come to inspect the camp." He said with a dark voice, echoing under his full metal helmet. "and you are," he took a quick look at his drawing board, "Rasgarra, I assume?"
"Yes sir!!" Rasgarra quickly responded, jumping in a pose of salute, with her right fist pressed between her breasts, while looking upwards.
"You have been assigned to be in charge of this camp. I want to see, how much progress you have made on the task to made the Ozcuras a more effective force of our legions."
Rasgarra felt small drops of sweat, slowly emerging from her forehead, while he talked - it was SO important to impress him!
"Sure, sure!" she yelled. "You will be most satisfied!"
While they were talking, Ahrzeel looked around, his view glanced upon the sign above the gate. Rasgarra could see through the observation slits in his helmet, how his eyes became narrow, before he took out a pencil and wrote something on his drawing board. Rasgarra anxiously watched his pencil, as it moved its way over the drawing board, accompanied by a quiet scratching noise.
"Good. Lets begin then."
"Yes!" Rasgarra yelled again, and turned around. "Follow me, I'll show you the training grounds first! We have some special training today!" she explained, while she entered the camp, followed by the demon and his two bodyguards. The one on the left looked angrily, while she passed the gate, avoiding the tip of the spear pointing towards her. Inside the camp, there were various barracks, with wide sand paths between them, where loads of Ozcuras were running around. All of them had tense looks on their faces, while they were cleaning their weapons, doing chores, cooking or going from place to place.
"They seem to be rather eager." Ahrzeel said after a while, looking at the Ozcuras all around, while following Rasgarra through the camp.
"Yes, yes!" Rasgarra responded. "All are very serious here! We are training hard to become a valuable force!" she quietly snickered where he couldn’t see. It took her DAYS to come up with a method, to make ALL in the camp look tense, and serious - she prohibited peeing since this morning. EVERYONE looks tense when having to pee since hours!
An uproar suddenly arose from behind. As Rasgarra turned around, she was surrounded by a band of little Ozcurillos, running around, screaming in joy, while completely naked, covered in mud and what seemed to be curry sauce…
"I told you not to use food as warpaint!" Rasgarra yelled at them, while they were passing by. A pitiful sobbing from behind made her turn around. One of the succubi had captured one of the Ozcurillos. She had grabbed his arm and held him above ground with a disgusted look on her face.
"What is this?" Ahrzeel said, while inspecting the Ozcurillo, which was still sobbing, not far from breaking out in tears. Rasgarra quickly thought, how to explain??
"We are a family-friendly camp!" she blurted out. The succubus holding the Ozcurillo rose an eyebrow, looking at her.
"Its good for morale!" Rasgarra quickly explained. "We can also immediately recruit new trainees as soon as they have grown enough!"
"I see." Ahrzeel said, turning away from the Ozcurillo, writing some more stuff on his drawing board, while the succubus dropped the Ozcurillo. He quickly ran away, almost crying. Rasgarra nervously gnawed at her upper lip, while she watched the pencil again, scratching over the paper. She didn't even know, where all those Ozcurillos came from. The guards haven't let in any for the past months, but somehow their numbers kept increasing. After finishing, Ahrzeel nodded towards Rasgarra and they continued on their way through the camp.
As Rasgarra crossed a corner, she suddenly stood in front of a wooden disc, in the rough form of a Cascomi, poorly painted to look like one. Fear sweat emerged all over Rasgarras body, as she saw it. Why was it standing HERE?! She had ordered everyone to remove them from the whole camp!
"What is THIS?" Ahrzeel asked perplexed.
"Its for discipline!" Rasgarra quickly explained while positioning herself in front of the wooden disc, covering the poor painting from his eyes. "We deploy those and other, different, BETTER looking ones, around the camp and everyone who cross them has to salute! To get used to superiors n stuff! You two!" she yelled at two Ozcuras crossing the scene. "Demonstrate the salute!" she ordered. The two looked a bit puzzled, but then, quickly jumped into pose, as they saw the demon. One saluted with her right arm hold high, her hand towards her head, the other raised her left arm. Both looked perfectly symmetric! Rasgarra turned towards the demon, with a smile on her face, that quickly vanished, as she saw him writing on his drawing board again.
"Why are they saluting that way?" one of the succubi asked. "They aren't symmetric."
"Of course they are! Both are saluting with the outside arm! If they'd salute with their inside arms, their elbows would crash if they are in formation!" Rasgarra responded fiercely. The two succubi looked at each other with narrowed eyes, while the demon was still writing.
"And if there are three of them?" one of them asked. Rasgarra grinned and ordered one of the passing Ozcuras to stand next to the two others.
"You three! Three man salute!" she ordered, that will show them! The three Ozcuras jumped into pose, while the two on the outside saluted as usual, while the one in the middle pressed her hand between her breasts, looking upwards.
"See? The one on the middle puts her hand in the middle, while the ones on the outside salute to the outside!" Rasgarra explained. The succubi giggled as they looked at the three Ozcuras.
"And what if there are more?" one of them asked.
"System is easy!" Rasgarra said, while positioning herself next to the three Ozcuras. "Salute!" she yelled, and rose her outside arm. The Ozcura next to her put the arm next to Rasgarra at her thigh, the next one did the same at the opposite site, while the one at the end rose her outside arm just as Rasgarra.
"See?" Rasgarra asked, while pointing at the Ozcuras. "You always use your outside arm, and put it in a position that shows, how far outside you stand! There are seven positions so we can move in a line of up to fifteen and still salute perfectly symmetric!" the succubi snickered, looking at the Ozcuras, but before they could say anything, Ahrzeel spoke up.
"I've seen enough. I want to see the combat training now." He ordered. Rasgarra quickly nod and sent the other ozcuras away.
"Sure, sure, we are almost there."
The training grounds were a wide, open field, separated in different areas. There were areas for single combat one on one, group combats and various areas dedicated to the basic training of different weapon kinds. Ahrzeel moved around the whole area, watching some of the Ozcuras fighting, permanently writing in his drawing board while Rasgarra became more and more nervous. He stopped at the spear throwing ranges. A line of almost twenty Ozcuras stood there, holding throwing spears in their hands, while facing a bunch of practice dolls at a good throwing distance. They were made out of wood and sandbags and resembled various races, like elves, humans, dwarves, loranors and even a centaur. One ozcura stood in front of the others, teaching them how to hold and throw the spear.
"There are two kinds of throws. Direct throws and curvy throws!" she explained, while showing two exercises. "Curvy is for far target! Direct for short target!" she further lectured, as she saw the demons and Rasgarra watching. Rasgarra made a gesture, to order her to move onward.
"Ok! Show me your skills now!" the Ozcura ordered, pointing at the practice dolls behind her. Some of the Ozcuras looked at each other, while others already went into position.
"You sure?" one of them asked, while the one next to her squeaked, as she was hit by the tip of a spear the Ozcura next to her got ready.
"Less asking, more throwing!" the instructor yelled at her. A second later a chaotic volley of spears was flung at the dolls, with her in the way. The instructor barely avoided the spears, while screaming in panic and running around.
"You idiots! Curvy throws! Curvy throws I said!!" she screamed at them after the last spear dropped.
"You didn’t say curvy throw!" one answered back.
"Yes I did!" The instructor screamed angrily. "Far away targets are for curvy throws!"
"Those arent far away…" one mumbled.
"Yes they are! You idiot!" she said, before slapping her.
Ahrzeel silently watched the scene and now started to write in his drawing board again. The scratching of his pencil accompanied the laughter of the two succubi, pointing at the ozcuras.
"That’s enough." Ahrzeel said. "I want to see the Ozcuros we deployed to this camp now."
"Sure, sure! Follow me!" answered Rasgarra, before turning around, looking towards the sky and pray to the gods for mercy.
"Weren't the Ozcuros supposed to lodge in their own barracks, at the other site of the camp?" Ahrzeel asked. Rasgarra, Ahrzeel and his two bodyguards were standing in front of two big buildings. One was the main housing for the Ozcuras, while the other was inhabited by the Ozcuros. In front of the buildings, some pairs of Ozcuras and Ozcuros were together, holding hands, massaging each other or just talking.
"Yes, yes." Responded Rasgarra obedient. "But I saw problems with that allocation."
"Which were?" asked Ahrzeel, raising his drawing board and taking out his pencil.
"The Ozcuros were travelling around the whole camp!" Rasgarra quickly explained, trying to stop the pencil from moving closer to the drawing board. "They were distracting and stuff! By putting them next to the Ozcura barracks I reduced Ozcuro travelling around the camp to almost none!" she proudly said.
"I see." Ahrzeel responded and the pencil made its inevitable way to the drawing board, beginning to scratch on the board and Rasgarras nerves. "And what are they doing there?" he asked, pointing with his pencil towards the pairs of Ozcuras and Ozcuros.
"Improving the morale!"
"Improving the morale?" he asked, suspicious. Rasgarra quickly thought. She couldn’t possibly tell him, why the Ozcuros were so close to their accommodations.
"Yes! After a hard day of training for the demon legions, you need to relax! So you can train hard the next day as well!"
"Relax." Ahrzeel said, quietly.
"Yes." Answered Rasgarra desperately. Ahrzeel looked down on his board, and started writing again. Every scratch felt like a shovel of dirt, thrown into the grave Rasgarras beloved camp lied in, mercilessly burying her dreams and hopes.
"Ok. I've seen enough." Ahrzeel finally said, after finishing. "My report will be sent to Entartea and they will decide, if the Ozcura will be allowed to train themselves, or if they will go on being supervised by our officers."
"And, what do you think?" Rasgarra asked with a downcast voice.
"That’s none of your concern. Do what you're said to." Rasgarra nodded obediently and followed the demon and his guards until the gates, where she stayed, looking after him, dreading for the fate of her beloved camp.
Followed by his bodyguards, who were prattling in their own language and giggling since they left the Ozcura camp, Ahrzeel moved along the path, while checking his notes, if he missed something:
- unsuitable for secret missions
- excessive breeding: check
- basic discipline: check
- basic combat skills: check
- NO ranged weapons!
- NO leading positions
Ahrzeel nodded, everything was fine. It was unnecessary to further bother with the Ozcuras. Soon, they would swarm the world, just as planned.