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Scott lets out a soft breath as he hits his spear against the leg of his opponent, hearing a snap from the metal of the armor as the person falls. “Really stooping so low as to get disabled people on the team? You really signed that suicide pact before you even stepped on the field,” he scoffs. Before his opponent can reply, Scott shoves the spear through his chest, silencing him forever.
”Go, Scott!” He hears his teammate yell. “Shubble,” or Shelby, was currently fighting off “The Red King.” See, this mission was different. Most times they just fought to expand their land. This time, however, they had a plan. What easier way to beat a team than from the inside out?
Scott sprints past enemy lines, dodging anything coming his way skillfully and with the ease of someone who trained his whole life to fight for the cause.
The war had been going on for twenty years, starting when Scott was five. The Empires wanted to make a perfect, utopian world. However, the ‘Hermits’ had other ideas. They split off, creating Hermitopia. Unfortunately, in order to be a utopia, sacrifices had to be made, thus starting the war everyone calls The Rift.
Scott continues to run through the forest that separated the lands, thankful for the weights sewn in his hood, keeping it down over his face as he runs. Eventually, he pulls out a pair of hooks, sinking them in the bark of a tree and pulling himself up into the branches. Luckily, in the chaos of the battle, nobody seems to have noticed and followed Scott.
Scott jumps from tree to tree, ignoring the heat and humidity beating down on him. Once the forest starts to thin, he drops down, barely making a sound. Scott takes off his hood and mask, placing it behind a rock in the woods. He then takes off his diamond armor, sad to let it go but also aware that if everything goes to plan he’ll soon have netherite. He takes off the shirt and pants he had over his casual wear, fixing his hair. You can’t be a mole without looking the part, after all. He had dyed his hair teal the night before, just to make sure any time they had seen his hair would not be referenced. Scott takes his coat out of his satchel and puts it on, rolling up the sleeves. Now came the hard part: Pretending he actually enjoys the presence of the Hermits.
Scott walks out of the forest land, hands in his pockets, letting his natural confidence take over. Scott had no idea where he was supposed to go, but that was the point of the mission. Find out where things are. Find their weaknesses. Counter their attacks. Claim victory. Make the dream of a perfect world a possibility.
As Scott continues to walk, he starts to see houses dotting around, steadily growing more and more. Soon, he finds himself in downtown Hermitopia, looking up at the huge structure that seemed to be the main base. So they were central…good to know.
For now though, Scott had to settle himself. The technology he brought was minimal, only for hacking a Hermitopia communicator to send messages to The Empire. He couldn’t use anything from The Empire. All of his things had to be Hermitopian. Luckily, they had the same form of trade: diamonds.
Scott finds the shopping district, making note to make a map of Hermitopia later to keep track of everything. As he goes from shop to shop, he looks at all the differences the kingdom seems to have. The shopping district was an absolute mess, everyone seeming to be able to sell anything they want instead of specific trades being given to specific regions of the land. How were they supposed to find something like wool if they had no idea where to get wool? The buildings also horribly clashed, though sometimes that happened in The Empire too. Different builders led to different styles. Still, it seemed worse here than back home.
Scott gets himself a notebook and pencil, communicator, eyeliner (What? It’s his comfort makeup, he can’t just leave his at home and not get a new one), and a spot in a hotel. He walks into his new room, sighing as he puts his satchel down. Scott pulls out his communicator and tools, easily hacking into the device to send an encrypted channel to his team at The Empire.
Rivendell- Arrived.
Grimlands- Good. You had enough diamonds?
Rivendell- Yup. Everything is on schedule
Grimlands- Great. Brunch tomorrow?
Rivendell- Let’s do dinner.
Scott smiles. He and Fwhip came up with various ways to say goodbye that would make it feel like they were just two people in Hermitopia meeting up, just in case. That was one of them
Scott lies down on his bed with a sigh, going over his itinerary for tomorrow. He would be trying to officially get into the military for Hermitopia. He would have to gain the trust of the Hermits, which would take some time, but then he would be able to get more and more information. Knowing full well would probably have to fight some of the members of The Empire, he’d be giving them his Hermit name and they would only pretend to be fighting, a king sure they lost to display Scott’s excellence in battle but also not hurt themselves. Everything was thought out, Scott just had to do it. And maybe spread a bit of information to citizens to make them realize whatever lies the commander made up about The Empire’s utopia are false. Easier said than done of course, but when Scott’s been working his whole life to do nothing but this, he knew how to go about this properly.
Right now though, Scott needed to sleep. No need to apply for a position while exhausted.
The mission would officially start tomorrow.