Chapter One Part Thirteen
He Passes Out From The Pain. Cartwheel over to my grounded top hat, put it on, then remark at the German's caddishness for using such a foul and unfair tactic.
As the
fratricidal German raises his entrenching tool menacingly next to the smouldering barn,
Wellington cartwheels gracefully past him, dodging the swinging blow [4]. Bewildered, the German turns round to face his foe, only to see Wellington pick up his hat and place it stylishly upon his noble head [3+1]. He admonishes his opponent for using such a foul and unfair tactic [6+1] and, to his surprise, the German replies.
“Terribly sorry old chap, I should have known better. Spent a year at Eton in my youth don’t you know. Father was a diplomat, God rest his soul. Please, let us fight a duel by way of an apology. Do you wish to choose your weapon?”
Gentlemanliness Increased! Saving an opponent from his own caddishness!
Find some cables. Or anything on the controls that are easily detachable, take some time to repair, and can't be spotted at first glance. Detach them.
Floating serenely above the battlefield on board the LZ1,
Link searches around for an easily concealable method of sabotaging the airship [5]. He fumbles about under the steering wheel and finds what appears to be a wire connecting the steering wheel to the rudders at the back of the ship. Indeed, when he pulls the wire from underneath, the steering wheel turns a little. Experimentation complete, he discreetly rips it out [3]. That should take the blighters some time to put right, he thinks to himself with no small measure of contentment. Nothing awry is visible from where he stands in the wicker command post.
Call for medical aid, and shoot the rope connecting the zeppelin to the ground.
Nothing awry, that is, other than his companion
McGeenyton firing upon the craft to which Link finds himself attached! The Englishman, still on the floor over 70 yards away, shoots his revolver at one of the two ropes connecting the airship to the earth, but the bullets whiz past under the massive craft with no effect [2]. Feeling and restraining a strong urge to use moderately vulgar language, McGeenyton calls out for some medical aid [3]. To his dismay, no medical professionals are present on the battlefield, and none come to his assistance. He wonders if he should just get up and address the problem with a stiff upper lip.
Chase after the Germans, get a rock to hit in their direction if there is one, or try to catch and attack them with my walking bat stick if there are no rocks.
Back in the centre of the struggle and in the shadow of the colossal airship,
Smith spots the German spy and his two chaperones fleeing from the outhouse as the neighbouring barn finishes exploding into smoke and dust. He searches about the ground to find a rock to hit in the direction of the fleeing trio [6], and happens to find a perfectly rounded half brick, shaped almost exactly like a sharpened
base cricket ball!
Imbued with the spirit of a great English cricketer, Smith tosses the half brick into the air, and a little before it touches the earth he uses his walking
bat stick to half volley it with tremendous force towards the three fleeing men [6]. The stony missile flies at a lethal speed towards the rightmost German, and seems to fly right through the unfortunate man! His head is severed! The German topples over! His head flies off at a grotesque angle as the half brick continues on its deathly path towards the Zeppelin. There is a blood spatter upon the ground.
Several yards furhter on, the half brick slices through the rearmost rope that was until seconds ago keeping the Zeppelin tied securely in place. With a near silent twang of a sound, the rope breaks clean in two.
The Zeppelin, now moored with only one rope, starts to shift about in the wind. The remaining rope creaks under the strain in the frosty cold night, barely holding the five hundred foot airship in place as it starts to struggle in the breeze.
Von Hildebrand and the Zeppelin captain, leaving behind their fallen companion, flee towards the captain’s airship and the spy’s escape. Von Hildebrand easily outpaces the portly officer and sees the last rope secure and taut connecting the Zeppelin to the ground, shining like a ropey beacon in the moonlight.
With contraband briefcase dangling from his left wrist, he makes an athletic leap as high as he can up the rope, and begins to shimmy his way up like some cunning Germanic circus performer, ignoring the increasingly strong movement of the dirigible. He pulls himself over the edge of the wicker basket just as he notices below him a sprinting gentleman tear towards the German flight engineers, apparently wielding some form of Scottish and lethal weapon.
He hauls himself to his feet, and comes face to face with Link. Von Hildebrand sees through his disguise immediately.
“I say. Who the ruddy heck are you sir?”
Run as fast as I can to the flying box and proceed to beat the crap out of the Germans with the bowling-ball-on-a-chain.
Underneath von Hildebrand, Link, and the Zeppelin’s protesting rope, the bloodthirsty Scottish fiend
Wallace runs as fast as he can towards the three German flight engineers who were readying the craft [4], swirling the bowling-ball-on-a-chain about his head as he charges in a berserker frenzy. The Germans see him approach; they stop their preparatory tasks and draw their revolvers from their pockets, taking aim to shoot just as Wallace crashes uncontrollably into their midst like a tailored chain wielding tsunami.
He strikes first at the German on the right [6]! The bowling-ball-on-a-chain decapitates his victim entirely! The head goes flying away like a medieval golf ball, careening wildly into the back end of the Zeppelin, which now slowly starts turning clockwise, as if to describe a circle with the foremost basket,
Mr John Link, and the German spy at its central point. The headless German is struck down!
Wallace, still twirling like a bowling dervish, smashes into the second German and connects fully with his chest [5], sending him flying back several dozen feet. He is in great pain! He is struck down! There is a blood spatter upon the ground!
As Wallace continues to turn like a deathly whirlpool of tartan inspired wrath, the third German engineer manages to hold his aim long enough at this spinning madman to fire off a shot, shooting the Scot in the leg. He is gravely wounded! He continues to spin! In his bloodcurdling rage he tries to subdue the offending German with his bowling-ball-on-a-chain, but as he turns to spin in his opponent's direction his leg gives way and he trips horribly, tumbling to the ground [1-1].
Alas, the bowling-ball-on-a-chain does not stop its rotational dance of death, and it impacts with frightful force upon the icy ground and is stuck within. Carried on by the awful momentum, Wallace ceases temporarily to be a Scot; he briefly becomes a Scot-on-a-chain, before being catapulted away and flung violently into the air [1].
Somersaulting gracefully through the night sky, he flies with considerable force into the remaining rope tethering the Zeppelin [1]. The force of the blow tears the rope from its mooring, and the Zeppelin starts to drift gently into the air, continuing its clockwise orbit, as Thomas Wallace falls limply to the ground.
He passes out from the pain!
Wound Acquired! Shattered Thigh! Severe Difficulty Standing!
Item Lost! Bowling-ball-on-a-chain!
Wound Acquired! Particularly Bad Whiplash! Unpleasant Headache!
Wound Acquired! Injured Spine! Difficulty Moving!
Wound Acquired! Broken Left Arm! Unable to Hold Objects!
Wound Acquired! Broken Right Arm! Unable to Hold More Objects!
Wound Acquired! Damaged Skull!
Wound Acquired! Bruised Brain!
Wound Acquired! Unconscious!
Wound Acquired! Struck Down!
Wound Acquired! Deceased!
Caddishness Increased! Grotesque Public Display of Emotion (subcategory: bloodcurdling rage)
Gentlemanliness Increased! Sacrifice for King and Country
Overcome pain and shock for the Glory of the Empire, then wield umbrella and charge one of the men untying the zeppelin. The rope position must be taken and held!
Not far away,
von Fersen witnesses this horrible scene, and vows to overcome the pain and shock afflicting him in order to secure the airship for the Empire, hoping to reconnect the escaping rope. He succeeds admirably, feeling an incredible Imperial strength coursing through his veins [6]. He charges the German who shot Wallace, brandishing his umbrella with the ferocious calmness of a man used to the carnage of battle and the glory of victory. The German turns to face him, and he shoots at the instant von Fersen strikes with his deadly umbrella. The German pulls the trigger; the gun jams! Von Fersen attempts to run him through with his improvised weapon but despite his Imperially inspired strength he fails to wound his opponent, striking ineffectively [2+1].
As von Fersen and the German circle each other warily, von Fersen too busy to try to secure the dangling ropes, the
captain of the Zeppelin, left behind by von Hildebrand, realises his airship is escaping him, and is running desperately after it. Catching up, he tries to jump up to the trailing rearmost mooring rope, but fails to get a handhold, and crashes to the floor.
He gets to his knees as he sees the still turning Zeppelin rise beyond reach with von Hildebrand and Link aboard, and shakes his fists in the air, howling in German.
“Damn you, you English Pig dogs! Damn your eyes! My ship! My ship! My beloved ship…”
Clarity Spoiler
The spy and the blueprints are aboard the Zeppelin with John Link. It has broken free from its moorings and is adrift about fifty feet up in the air. Link has sabotaged its steering. The engine is not running and it is turning slowly clockwise.
Von Fersen is in combat with the last German flight engineer. The other two were smashed to death by Wallace.
McGeenyton is still on the ground some distance away, and Winston Smith is around 25 yards away from the German airship captain having successfully taken out one of the Germans with a half brick.
Not far from Smith, Wellington has just been challenged to a duel by an apologetic German.
Mr Thomas Wallace has passed away in the service of the King.