SCT-Novel Chapter 94 - Scaling New Heights
Chapter 94 - Scaling New Heights
Chapter 94 - Scaling New Heights
“I have something for you, Sourtooth,” I said.
The old orc followed me to the temporary motorpool where we had our newest functioning vehicle—mostly cobbled together from the remains of vehicles that had met their untimely end.
As the sun crept over the horizon, the red rays lit the ape-bars of a brand new chopper-style bike, built with the lanky proportions of an orc in mind. Sourtooth circled the machine, eying it suspiciously before climbing up into the seat and wrapping his hairy knuckles around the grips.
“What is the purpose of having so far extended these?” he asked.
“Style, comfort,” I said. I pointed to one of the wrangler bikes, where one of my secretive service hobbies was hunched over. “See how he has to lean forward? Yours is designed to let you lean back, instead. Kick that first pedal.”
Sourtooth obliged, and the engine rumbled to life. Much stronger than a goblin, it seemed an orc would have no need for the starter rockettes in order to get a goblin engine to turn over. Figures. Sourtooth’s back straightened as the vibration mounted below him. “Little brother…”
Other orcs took notice of Sourtooth on his new chopper and wandered over, talking amongst themselves and pointing. One came forward with a brace of spears and stuck them into the open holders on the side, then hopped up on the back of the bike, ready to ride.
“Kick that second pedal,” I said.
Sourtooth obliged, and the bike started forward. Unfortunately, without hydraulic oils, I couldn’t do a grip throttle, but the leader of the Flock figured things out quickly enough, making a circuit of the camp. As he came back, I began to worry, assuming the orc was in some sort of pain—until I realized the withered expression on his face was probably the closest he ever got to a smile.
“Truly the elders have outdone their artifice. Much more practical, these, than brass bodies that walk on points.”oo soon, as one of the glider goblins raised the alarm, and I shaded my eyes in order to spot a black splotch surging up into the sky.
We’d found the dart-wing, and we were gaining on it.