The Heist on the Silver Knights Bank. Chapter 12

Wow this is getting bigger as we go. This is the next chapter in the Addy and PD story. It started here and was continued by PD here. switch between our blogs to find everything else.

The artist I have spoken with has done some sketches which look amazing. I will post the finished result when its ready, never rush an artist 😀

Also in other news I am away to the red sea for a week but when I return I look forward to see what PD comes up with. over to you!

Iron Rook

Iron Rook is an ancient fortress made of iron and silver. It is three times the size of any fortress build by man. It is also held above the ground on eight spider-like metal legs which give it mobility. But the rook hasn’t moved for eons.

Green moss and vines have grown up the legs and onto the structure itself, flora has settled in the structures details and trees obscure it from view. But this was only on the exterior. Inside the iron rook is a vessel containing many machines powered by gears and steam. It was a factory designed to build a silver knight.

In the heart of the rook a small light blinks into existence and its message received.


The machines hissed and steamed as it processed the request before sending a signal of its own. A signal to communicate with the other silver knights.

Once there were seven but now six. It took time, days even before all knights broadcasted their signals and entered the conference.

They discussed their objectives and mission parameters in seconds and then discussed Kinētikos failure as a silver knight. Using mission logs and calculations they were able to track its actions and in doing so noticed how it had formed not one but two human companions. Both of which are clearly dead.

They also noticed how it had shut down. Lightning, the rare gift from the skies capable of giving a silver knight immense power. And it was used by the humans.

When they had finished the rook posed a question.

-do I rebuild and replace? Caution, resources are limited-

In the end the knights disagreed to Kinētikos rebirth, as the same flaws cannot be made again. Instead they would all convene in person to the rook. And form an attack strategy on the mortal races.

The Ruled Keep

The king of the ruled kingdom was no king at all. He was a small and skinny young man with pale skin and bloodshot eyes. But this was not due to any natural sickness. In fact this was due to the poison that forever runs through his veins.

The truth is he isn’t the true ruler of the ruled kingdoms. He is nothing but a pawn to his father. The one who had framed his own death and lives even now as Regent Cyanide. The young king was Cyanides bastard, born of rape and injected with a toxic serum of his father’s design before he grew ambitious.

Should he ever refuse to obey his father, Cyanide would withhold the drug that sustains the king’s life and let him die a long and painful death.

The young king walked through the secret passages tucked away in the old library and entered into the dark laboratory Cyanide calls home. As he did so he removed his crown and royal jewels, not allowing him be superior in any way.

As he entered the large room the stench of acid and poison attacked his senses. There was no natural light down here and few gas lanterns to light the way. But even still the king could see his father’s prizes. On one side of the room a man was strapped to a table with pipes forced up his nostrils and glass eyes replacing his original. On the other a small child was chained to the wall by her neck, a vial of green liquid placed just out of reach.

No doubt she would be dead next time he visits.

But one prize was only a part of a person. A small arm, probably belonging to a young boy, floated in a green liquid. Preserved for all to see.

The king walked to the centre of the room and knelt before the true throne. Cyanide sat there, tubes connecting his chest piece and regal armour to an array of machines and life support systems. He leaned forward and stared at the boy in amusement.

“Lord Father” the king seethed “I have brought news of the unruled”

“Then tell it my boy”

“The silver knight had smashed through their defences and decimated their stronghold at world’s edge. But it was destroyed in the process.”

“Good, very good.”

The king was confused and shocked at his response “I thought you wanted the knight alive lord father? The unruled where able to destroy it and live. They are more powerful than we thought. I doubt the fleet will be ready”

“This is why you are nothing but a poisoned bastard child. They destroyed one so the others will rise.” He chuckled as if he had thought of a good joke “Well since you are not as intelligent as we thought. I don’t think you should have this”

He picked a syringe containing bright blue liquid up from his arm rest.

“Haven’t I served you faithfully lord father? I have ruled in your place. Ensured that order and stability has been maintained.”

“Yes you have done that I suppose but I don’t care for the petty needs of the lesser.”

“I-I have delivered your subjects. I hand picked them to suit your needs!”

Cyanide suddenly threw the glass syringe in the air. The king desperately made a grab for it seconds before it smashed on the floor. Wasting no time he stabbed it into his leg and felt relief as the pain dulled.

“Your so easy to tease” cyanide laughed to himself. “You sometimes make me wish I still had a younger brother, but he got in my way. Be sure you never do”

“Th-thank you Lord Father!”

Cyanide merely laughed at the pitiful boy.

Worlds End

Two guards stood either side of the vault door. It was late, or early depending on the observer. Their shift was nearly over and they looked forward to some hot stew or even some Ender ale before sleeping the day away.

The first guard reagusted his rifle before his shoulders got stiff. But as he did so he saw a figure in the dark.

It was slim and agile. Clearly female but she walked with a slight limb and her arms didn’t look natural. Not that an unnatural limb is abnormal here.

“Relax. It’s just a local, lot have got hurt after that giant strode in.” the second said stifling a yawn

“Do locals normally carry drawn swords?” the first guard had unslung his rifle and readying to fire.

It was true the lady had drawn two blades from her back and started sprinting towards them.

“Dear gods! OPEN FIRE!”

The guards fired at the woman. But her blades began spinning and the bullets were knocked off course. The guards drew their own swords too late as the blades sliced through them like butter.

Schnee wasted no time and entered through the heavy steel door. It groaned as it sealed itself behind her and the smell of cleaning agents and bleach filled the air.

Lights snapped on as she ran through the corridor and into the medical bay. Inside more guards charged her, but she spun her blades to block the bullets and swords. One man tried to shoot her back with sonic cannon but Schnee ducked just in time and threw one of her swords into his forehead. The rest were easy.

Blood poured onto the white tiled floor as Schnee turned her attention to the four metal tubes attached to the wall. She went to a control panel and with a pull of a lever all the tubes opened. Each one contained a patent.

Musket lay their lifeless. A bandage covering one eye and an arm held in a metal brace. She made no noise, but Schnee wasn’t interested in her. She was nothing but a favour waiting to be repaid. A favour she didn’t need anymore.

Another held a stranger to her. A man whose eyes were replaced by mechanical lenses. Bloody bandages wrapped his chest and his face was covered in second degree burns. No doubt from her ships explosion.

A young girl laid in another. She seemed physically fine, except for the ears. They were augmented with two metal pointy ears, designed like some kind of animal. Her breathing was shallow but she would clearly live. She wasn’t interesting to Schnee either way.

The one that did interest her was the famous captain of the famous flying ship.

He wasn’t much now. His face was scarred; his metal arm was missing as well as more of his shoulder. His right leg was amputated and stunk of infection. They even put an air pipe down his throat to keep him breathing.

“Pathetic” she said aloud. “The great ship captain, at my mercy at last.”

His eye lids fluttered open. Blood shot and swollen. Is breathing became more erratic and sounded more like a wheezing pressure pipe than a man.

“Don’t worry my good captain. I’m not angry at you for leaving me for death. I would have done the same. In fact I intended to. I wanted that ship the moment you asked for a loan. I knew your mind could do it; I just didn’t want you to be clever enough to repay me. So I decided to get close to you and wait for the perfect… accident. It’s a shame you caught on first.

“But now, you have no ship, you barely have a life anymore. It’s a shame but at least I will have my revenge. I wasn’t angry you tried to kill me, no. I WAS FURIOUS!!”

Schnee raised her blade and struck down at the defenceless man. But before her killing blow hit a red dot landed on a vein in her neck and scalpel sunk in. Her artery was cut and blood shot out of the wound before she collapsed.

“Go to hell you fucking whore” a weak voice whispered.

Pry was only able to turn his head slightly to see musket. The bandage had fallen off her face revealing a glowing red eye which pointed a laser wherever she looked.

“I’m… sorry captain.” Was all she said before falling out of consciousness once more.

Before Pry followed her into oblivion he saw Peri run into the room, large crossbow in hand followed by Robotic wolf and a team of doctors.

10 thoughts on “The Heist on the Silver Knights Bank. Chapter 12

  1. I’ll try to make it as unlucky for you as I can. I’m good like that. Hmmm … 13 balls, the odd one supplied by ‘Lefty’, who lost ‘Righty’ in a tragic diving accident. Looks like your dance card is going to be filled up. Time to resurrect and reprogramme the Gonad Diver. That’s what happens to haggis eaters.

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