Moonquest: A Journey To The Stars-Chapter 65: The Wabbit Invasion...Begins!

Screech!

Hearing the sudden cry, everyone turned their heads. Outside the window, a large mass of white furballs are seen emerging from the woods, all clad in brown.

A Wabbit army has seemingly materialised near them...

"Shit, what the fuck!? How come there's a Wabbit army– Is that the Fractionating Tower they're carrying!?"

A group of Wabbit soldiers had managed to grab ahold of the Fractionating Tower, dismantling it step by step. Grinning maniacally, they tore apart the various pipes, being, twisting, until a large blowpipe was formed.

Twenty Wabbits broke off from the main army, each going to one of the many holes. After which, fifty more emerged, wielding makeshift hammers, using the remaining parts to make the moving mechanism.

While it seemed to have taken forever to make, in reality, it all happened within a couple of minutes. Underneath the group's awed eyes, the Wabbit army quickly retreated, hoisting their creation away.

Da fuck was that...!?

Scratching his head, Simon questioned the reason for the Wabbit for doing so. "Well, those nasty buggers seemed to have ign–"

Boom!

Shrapnel flew into their eyes, nearly blinding all of them. Barely dodging by sheer luck, they got up from the rubble, covered in dust. Outside the remains of Simon's Snippets, a large tank rolled by, atop a Wabbit Captain.

"SCREECH! (ATTACK!)"

Following the yell, another round was fired by the tank, which destroyed the top floor of the shop. "Hey Lewis, why is that Wabbit looking at us like that?"

Gazing at the Wabbit Captain after listening to Simon, he realised that the Dwarf was right. "Yeah, he is looking at us. And very angrily at that..."

For the Wabbit Captain was none other than Footpad himself, manning this mission for...personal reasons.

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He still remembered the day when it all started falling apart...

First was the failure of the invasion of the Silvertree Corporation caravan, causing them to lose their supplies for the next 5 months. Then was the destruction of the Urk horde he painstakingly managed to hire, decimated within days of him forging an alliance with them...

Along with other minor failures, this caused him to lose the favour of the High Queen, Cercis. Relegated to the backend, he was lucky enough to retain his rank despite his numerous failures (all thanks to his previous achievements). Disgruntled, he swore revenge against those who wronged him, joining this crusade as a means to get them.

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And get them he did

He was lucky enough to catch a whiff of their scent, leading his battalion to the ramshackle hut. In exchange for the resources looted there, the prey would be left to him, all alone...

Now I got you, you sons of bitches!

Cackling maniacally, he roared the tank straight at them...

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"Kheehehehe! Kheehehehehe!"

"That Wabbit sure do be insane..." Muttering to the side, Simon muttered his observations to Lewis and Duncan. Both nodded at it, obviously agreeing with it. "Yeah, we should– DUCK!"

With another resounding boom, another cannonball landed right above Duncan, barely missing his head. Wiping away, the dust settled only his hair, he rolled up his sleeves, very, very, very pissed off.

"Alright, that's it! Boys, let's fuck 'em!"

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His eyes wide open in horror, Footpad could only watch silently as his battalion was being demolished in one horrific manner after another:

The small Goblin threw a random bottle which froze around a third of his men in one breath, their panicked eyes slowly getting less responsive as time passed...

The large Goblin charged in, destroying the tank in one punch. Luckily for Footpad, he was at the top, which made it easier for him to escape. Those remaining fools should feel glorified that they've sacrificed themselves for him...

And that hateful Dwarf and Man! Ooh, how they destroyed his remaining men. One smashed them into a paste, while the other made them into pin cushions...

Hiding beneath the bushes, Footpad considered his following steps. Once he has managed to escape, he will–

Wait, where's the pointy eared one!?

Just then, he felt the ground underneath him shaking. He could only watch in horror as a small tree began growing around him, encasing him into its hollow trunk. As it continued to grow, the trunk slowly began shrinking, crushing him bit by bit, inch by inch.

Footpad tried to plead for leniency, yet it felt in deaf ears. He could only watch in despair as the Elf coldly watched in silence, watching him be crushed into paste.

Just before his head was crushed, he thought to himself–

Why did I try to take revenge against them...

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Clutching his staff, Duncan turned towards the rest of the gang, eyes now filled with panic.

"Get your shit as quick as possible! We have a SCREEECH here! Hurry to Mithrador!"