Wampali Nicu,
Commander of the QWAHALA tribe, walked out of his command
trailer. Inside it was a crisp 60 degrees, but outside where he
was walking it was already approaching 102. It was only nine in
the morning.
The QWAHALA
army had moved in during the night and was now preparing to hunt
down the rebel NIHALU tribesmen operating in the area. Diesel
fumes drifted over the camp as transport trucks and APC’s began
to start up. Almost no one in this force had any combat
experience. Most had just come out of basic training. Nicu
didn’t understand why the army was ordered to move out so fast.
The diamonds in his pocket explained everything.
This whole
City of Azura was covered in diamonds. Volcanic activity and
years of erosion had forced large quantities of diamonds to the
surface. Almost no heavy digging equipment was needed. But the
diamonds were scattered across an area that until recently was
held solely by the NIHALU tribe. Two days ago, their forces
attacked and destroyed almost every NIHALU checkpoint in the
area. Survivors reported that the attacking forces were
incredibly well armed and ferociously trained. Nicu had most of
his army’s deserters captured and killed; sometimes that is what
it takes to maintain order within a rag-tag army. The
approaching NIHALU troops were all he needed to see to make it
clear to his troops that they needed to fight, or die.
With a
couple of short commands to his command staff the QWAHALA army
began to pick up their gear and move out toward the last known
positions of the rebel forces. President Sheppard promised that
Nicu would be well compensated for taking this area and
preserving its cache of diamonds from enemy invaders. The
president also promised that Nicu would suffer the same fate of
the soldiers that fled from the last attack.
Nicu could
not, would not, let that happen.