Over the Stars and Far Away

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Over the Stars and Far Away

Post by Kaori » Thu Aug 07, 2014 4:13 am

Our 'prentice Tom may now refuse
To wipe his scoundrel Master's Shoes,
For now he's free to sing and play
Over the Stars and far away.
Over the Stars and O'er the Main,
To Knowhere, Tortuga and Maine,
The queen commands and we'll obey
Over the Stars and far away.

We all shall lead more happy lives
By getting rid of Cad's and wives
That scold and gall both night and day -
Over the Stars and far away.
Over the Stars and O'er the Main,
To Knowhere, Tortuga and Maine,
The queen commands and we'll obey
Over the Stars and far away.

Courage, boys, 'tis one to ten,
But we return all gentlemen
All gentlemen as well as they,
Over the Stars and far away.
Over the Stars and O'er the Main,
To Knowhere, Tortuga and Maine,
The queen commands and we'll obey
Over the Stars and far away.


General William Richmond rode with his six best royal dragoons assigned as his bodyguard and thought what a beautiful morning it was, riding among the trees and shrubs in late bloom. Which is a bit like saying there isn’t an enemy within a hundred miles. As they rode out into the small clearing in the woods as though they hadn’t a care in the world, the dragoons were ripped from their horses by a volley of Gunfire from the cover of the trees barely twenty feet away. The ambushers couldn’t miss. And they didn’t. By the time General Richmond regained control of his vehicle, a dozen insurgents were already running across the clearing, putting away their used assault rifles and drawing their Blades.
He cursed under his breath as he stepped down out of the vehicle as the attackers formed a half-circle in front of him. For a moment he touched the hilt of
his cavalry sabre, but let it be. Sir William’s rank of general was no rich man’s gift to some sycophant; he was a shrewd warrior, but he didn’t need his military skill to know that if he was supposed to be dead, he’d be dead. There was more to this. His ambushers were clearly agitated, as if their complete success had come as a surprise, and they edged closer but withdrew again while they waited for something to happen.
One of the dragoons began to sit, stared at the blood spreading across his buff-coloured waistcoat, and groaned as he fought for breath. The nearest Insurgent stepped closer and swung his claymore in a wide arc that dropped the dragoon’s head in his lap. General Richmond took an involuntary step back. James Campbell stepped forward out of the pack. A big, powerful man with masses of wild, orange hair hanging onto his shoulders and sticking out of the top of his clothes. He pointed his broadsword at the general and grinned,
relishing the Aerisan’s first sign of fear. “Well, lads, which piece of him shall we hack off first?”
Sir William’s assessment that if they’d wanted him dead, he’d be dead, took a dent. It was beginning to look as if his survival had been down to pure luck, and he
thought about drawing his sabre and just wading into them, but hurrying things along did seem a little… impetuous. The devil with it. His hand closed on his sword hilt. Two Native worlders strolled out of the trees and into the clearing as if completely unaware of what was going on there.

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