(Note: this chapter might be a day late, I caught a small but glaring continuity error while working on chapter 6 and had to reupload before it went live on the website. Sorry about that)
Another month, another chapter! Apologies once again for the short length, but I've made a conscious decision to prioritize regular uploads over quantity because if I don't I'll just procrastinate until everyone forgets about me. I have very limited free time which I can put towards writing, and this turns out to be about the amount I can get done in that time (15 pages in Word, font size 11, so it's not a small amount to write).
I'm not sure why the previous chapter ended up in Incest/Taboo. Maybe the website staff changed it, or maybe I was just tired when I pressed "upload" but my money is on the second one. Regardless, it sort of fits so I'll be leaving it there.
I've decided what I'm doing with regards to future projects: I have 5 or 6 more chapters of Titans planned so I'll wrap that up first, then the month after that I'll do a final edit of the master document and upload the story in full as a single entry. The final version will have some slight changes as I fix what I think could be improved but the content will all be the same, the original chapters won't be going anywhere.
After that is done, I'll be taking a break and working on a new short story (and I mean short) in the Mind Control genre about a gentleman corrupting the newest employee at his favorite coffee shop. I have a brief outline written up currently under the title "Spider's Web" which I'll upload whenever it's finished. No committing to upload schedules for that one.
Thank you for coming with me on this journey, I hope you're all enjoying it as we approach the halfway point. Without any more waffling...
Are you sitting comfortably?
*****
The morning was met with a fine drizzle from a uniform, gray sky. It reminded Alex uncomfortably of the strange dream-realm, though when Talia asked about his silence he pretended nothing was wrong and made more of an effort to make polite conversation as they ate and packed up their tent.
The army left the little village behind to pick up the rubble and rebuild their lives. Marching onwards through the rain and mud, they made slow and steady progress in their relentless journey north. After a bit of thought and some clever use of ropes, the dwarves managed to sling the sword behind the mech's back and string up the tent canvas above the its head like a shawl. The Irregulars travelled on safe from the rain, much to the jealousy of the column of damp and muddy troops beside them.
Alex left the monotonous task of keeping pace to the limited automatic systems of the mech, keeping himself busy by scanning the area and noting features and lifeforms to pass on to Elizabeth when she occasionally came by to check up on them. After a long period in which there was no sound except the tramping of feet and the pattering of rain, Thrak turned the final page of his book and shut it with an audible snap. He looked up at the captain, a ponderous look on his face.
"Does your armor have a name?" the orc asked slowly.
Alex let out a short laugh, losing himself in nostalgia for a moment.
"It does," he smiled, remembering, "Coeus."
"There is meaning in that name," croaked Gelb, not looking up from the metal bracer he was carving into; identical to the one Thrak was wearing.
"Not a whole lot," Alex shook his head, "It's just a name."
"It's never just a name," said Thrak, drumming thoughtfully on the spine of his book, "Especially if Gelb says so."
"Aye, Gelb is rarely wrong ye ken," Borren chimed in, "Wha's the story?"
Alex paused, wondering how best to explain.
"There was an ancient society back on the planet humans came from in my universe, they had a very complex system of mythology, but the relevant thing is that they believed in a pantheon of godly giants - the Titans - who ruled the world long ago."
"Godly giants?" Daine asked, a little fear in his voice.
"
Mythological
giants," Alex corrected, "The mechs are all named after these titans; Coeus was the god of intelligence and foresight."
"That sounds like meaning to me," Thrak pointed out smugly.
"Hah," Alex suddenly remembered an old in-joke, "And what if I told you that my foul-mouthed, gambling, weapons-expert lieutenant pilots Leto; known as the kindest and gentlest of the titans."
"Then I'd tell you that there's meaning in irony too," said the orc with a smirk.
"Is that Anna?" Talia asked, almost simultaneously.
"Yeah; Lieutenant Anna Carroll, number sixteen," Alex smiled wistfully, but then his face suddenly fell, "I really hope she's okay."
"She sounds like a great lass," Borren grinned, "If anythin' I reckon everyone else should be scared."
"You're probably right," Alex answered with a grin of his own, still not entirely convinced.
They continued on through the gray afternoon. Nobody ever came by to debrief them from the combat the previous day, which Alex found a little strange; then again he didn't really want to see any more of the command structure here than was absolutely necessary, given his previous experiences.
The day passed without incident, and in the evening as they were setting up the tent Elizabeth came by. She was wearing fresh clothes rather than her armor, but was still windswept and bedraggled from a day of hard riding; hair slicked slightly flatter than its usual volume from the minor drizzle that had been pouring down all day. She wordlessly sat by the fire, Thrak handed her a pewter mug of herbal tea which she took gratefully. Talia sat beside her, giving her a kiss on the cheek which she received with a blush. Alex gave a friendly wave as he pulled on a lanyard to draw the canvas tight.
"Busy day?" Alex asked, sweeping his hair back and causing water droplets to fly out from his close-cropped head.
"No more than usual," she grumbled and took a deep gulp of hot liquid.
"Why the long face then?" Talia shuffled even closer, and put her arm around her friend.
"Just got back from a meeting with the war council, they've decided on our route," she sighed.
"And you don't approve?" Alex guessed, joining the two women on the damp grass.
"No, it's definitely the best path," the major took another sip, "But it takes us past Ravenholm in a couple of days."
"Ah," Talia nodded in understanding and sympathy, "Vanessa?"
"What's Ravenholm?" Alex asked, accepting his own cup of tea from the orc, "And who's Vanessa?"
"A childhood friend," Elizabeth said, shrugging.
"Her first crush," Talia immediately corrected her with a mischievous grin.
Elizabeth shot the elf a glare, blushing furiously. Nearby Alex could just hear Borren stifling a chuckle.
"Vanessa is the youngest daughter of the Ravenholm family," Elizabeth mumbled, "She's about my age. Ravenholm is their estate, they'll all be there at this time of year."
"Okay," Alex leaned forward onto his knees, "Why is that a problem?"
"I haven't spoken to her in ten years," Elizabeth grimaced, "We used to spend every summer together, for her birthday, but once she turned eighteen her family wouldn't let me see her anymore; said she didn't want to spend time with someone like me. And they
know
I'm in the army that's going to be crossing their doorstep. I don't know if I'm hoping she'll come see me or if she'll just ignore me."
"Whatever she does, we'll deal with it," Talia wrapped her arms around the major and squeezed, "You don't have to deal with it alone."
The two dwarves sat not too far away muttered their agreements and Thrak nodded encouragingly. Elizabeth seemed to perk up a bit at that, but she was quickly overtaken by nerves as a question came to the tip of her tongue and then got stuck. Eventually she opened her mouth.
"Have you all been sharing the same tent?" she asked, looking between Alex and Talia but not meeting their eyes, "That can't be comfortable."
Alex and Talia shared a look and a raised eyebrow. They both immediately knew what she was asking. Alex cocked his head, silently asking permission to have some fun. Talia gave a small smile, and nodded slightly.
"It's not too bad," Alex said pleasantly, "How's yours?"
"Comfy," she wrung her hands, "But lonely."
"You could join us if you want," he shrugged, pretending to be oblivious, "Even bring your bed if you like it that much."
At this point Thrak seemed to notice what was going on, and tapped the dwarves on the shoulder, gesturing them to follow him as he left to give them some privacy. Elizabeth looked around at their retreating backs, then leaned in close and whispered furiously.
"You said I could come join you in the mornings, remember?"