Here is an ongoing story I have been writing for the last month or so. Currently, we're on the sixth chapter.
It started before November but since I enjoyed the potential story, and characters I decided to try and complete it as part of NaNoWriMo. Although, here we are in December and I'm still working on it.
Currently, I have a feeling the Eighth chapter will be the final one, however, it could go on a bit longer than that depending on how things unfold.
"That's it then," Meeha said with a sigh of relief. "Another uprising squashed."
M'Trada lost himself in a trance; absorbed fully by the gunfire. He turned to the Mulu over his right shoulder, and before hearing its voice, he had no idea anyone else was near him.
"You done well, Trisken. I'll have your parcel ready to go when we get to the top tier." Meeha said and then turned to the others in the area. "I want a small contingent to escort us up to the throne room, and I want the rest of the guards to remain here and capture, or kill any survivors!"
One of the heads of the retinue started barking orders to everyone around, and soon a small group of guards started to move for the ramp to the upper tiers.
The walk was long and grueling. It could have been his depleted adrenaline or the fact that his injuries started to come back with a vengeance as the chemicals wore off. He thought of asking for a top-up but decided against it because he just wanted to get this over and done with.
A tier from the top, one of the guards started to talk to someone on a communicator. "His excellency," he said after a moment, and he and Meeha discussed something out of earshot of everyone else. Whatever it was must have been serious, judging by the expressions of the Mulu.
"Okay, double time, we need to get back to the throne room." He said, and with that, the pace picked up.
A flurry of gunfire, followed by some shouting in the distance came out of nowhere, which stalled everyone. Echoes rang through the large cavernous area.
"Run!" Meeha shouted, and he started to charge ahead of everyone else.
The commotion felt much closer. M'Trada figured it must have been another uprising of some kind, and knew that they didn't have the numbers to fend off a horde of malnourished workers.
He struggled to keep up with the others, but managed to maintain roughly the same speed. Luckily, the others seemed to limp to a slow jog often, while monitoring his pace.
Nearing the top of the final ramp, yet another flurry of gunfire could be heard. This time, it came from ahead of them. It was all around them, leaving them in a pool of noise.
"Trisken, I've had your parcel delivered to your ship. I'll leave you in the hands of two of my guards, they'll help you reach it. I have many fires to put out, and can't wait for you." Meeha said quickly, in an almost panicked voice, before quickly running away, along with all but two of his guards. They had their weapons drawn and were Cleary shaken by everything going on.
"Come on, we need to get you out of here." One of them said, their voice cracking slightly as if their throat was damaged and scratched.
"Wait. The Human I came with, Arien. Where is she?" He asked, and each of them looked at each other briefly before shrugging.
"Probably at your ship, or in the Throne room." An explosion rocked the floor beneath them and made the small band jolt in unison. "Come on, now!"
There was no time to wait and no time to go back. M'Trada knew he was weak, and couldn't last long in another firefight. The guards he had wouldn't be much help either.
Outside, the sounds of chaos could still be heard from far below them. People scrambled all around, organising the best they could to defend against the revolution that was taking place. Orders were being shouted, and a droning voice spoke through speakers, ordering people to stand down, and calling everyone to action.
They reached the landing pad, and his transport was just as he left it. Before he could turn to the guards, they were gone, running back into the mines.
There was no sign of Arien, and he knew he couldn't just leave here in this place, but also knew there wasn't a whole lot he could do.
Sitting in the cockpit of the ship, he activated the engines, and sat staring back at where he'd just come from.
