Moonquest: A Journey To The Stars

"Screech, screech, hmmmrk, grunt (Left wheel, slow down. Right wheel, speed for 10 thumps, before heading forward. T9night, we dine in dwarven flesh!)"

Manning the hatch, the Wabbit sporting the leaven crown commanded the ramshackle army using a metal rod. Attached to it was a rough rabbit skull. Although Lewis found it funny, his heart couldn't help but palpitate.

Simon on the other hand, was busy loading the homemade spice bomb he kept with him. Seeing that they were getting closer and closer, fear took over him, causing him to fumble and drop the bomb. He could only watch in horror as they inched closer to him.

Fwick!

A crossbow arrow landed straight into the eyes of one Wabbit engine, taking it out. "Dammit, run Simon, run!"

Taking ahold of the shocked dwarf, Lewis lunged straight into the bushes, barely dodging the chemical ammunition flying near him. Feeling warm, he touched his scalp, only to feel wet.

The sheer potency of the cannonball caused him to bleed, even if he was far away from the target. What the heck is that supposed to be!? No wonder the Empires send out crusades to cull them; these bastards are another level of abomination!

Simon, still dead-eyed, was dragged along, shiny scraping on the rough ground. He only woke up once he was slapped three times on his cheeks. "Dammit, you red bastard! Tell us what to do!? How do we defeat that thing!?"

Now waking up, Simon rubbed his sore cheeks. "Oww, did you have to do it so hard!?" He got up jerkily, knees weak.

"Those unholy abominations usually live together in 'clans'. You kill one of 'em; they'll come to avenge their comrade with an army. As you've also seen, they have some technical knowledge as well. Despite being very low levelled, they're dangerous, for they breed like, well, rabbits, causing them to use wave tactics to wear their targets down. Many a kingdom fell, before the Empires decided that it was too dangerous to keep them in huge numbers, leading to the creation of 'crusades'. The best way to deal with them was to use spice bombs to deter them away, yet someone destroyed it..."

At this, Lewis, embarrassed, turned his head away, whistling while trying to feign innocence. But before Simon could further berate him, another shot was fired, this time exploding near them.

Lewis, now realising the horror, was pushed into desperation. Just as he felt that there was no hope, 'Engineer's Inspiration' activated. Using the scant knowledge he gained from reading the Herbology books he found in Simon's shop, he found ingredients beside him that could be used to create a makeshift stink bomb.

"Simon, cover me while I make a new bomb!" Lewis bellowed, ordering the dwarf to distract the Wabbit Warmachine long enough to build his device.

"Got it!"

Lifting his new hammer, he began taunting the Wabbits. "What, Catarat got your tongue, you good for nothing !^×<£_# ^€¥¥€×&£&..."

The vitriol spewed by the dwarf was so horrendous, even Lewis found it shocking, not to mention the Wabbits. Vein bulging from his forehead, the commander ordered the vehicle to change target.

"Screech, sniffle, grunt, mmmrraugh! (Change targets, boys. Aim at that red-head of a dwarf. Ain't no one surviving after dissing my mom!)"

"Sniffle, grunt... (But boss...)"

"ROOAARR! (JUST DO IT!)"

Then started the assault.

Deftly dodging the missiles, Simon began distracting them with his life. Holy shit, c'mon Lewis, I don't know how long I can distract them for...

Just as Simon was about to get hit, a voice yelled out from behind him. "I've done it! Take cover!"

A small bundle of herbs and chemicals was launched into the Warmachine, upon which a small boom was heard. At first, nothing happened, until Wabbits fled the vehicle en-masse, each covering their nose.

"Screech, buar! *vomit*. (It's stinks! *vomit*)

"Screech, cree, sniffle! (I dunno, but either way, run everyone!)

"Scrichs...(Good point...)"

Upon witnessing the flood of Wabbits, the duo sighed in relief, hiding in a nearby tree. "Phew, Simon, we nearly got cooked this time."

Eyes twitching, the dwarf glared at his companion. "Yeah, no shit. Who's fault was it, eh? I told you..."

As he was silently accepting the tirade, Lewis could not help but turn towards the bright silvery glint reflecting his way.

His eyes shrunk.

The Wabbit commander did not escape but snuck around to them. Holding a blowpipe, he aimed at Simon. "Screech, cree. Scrawny, eeegh! (You ruined our operation. Now die, filthy red hair!)"

A large darted escaped the tube, flyimg straight to Simon.