Sir Zeppelin shuddered, every bone in his LEGO plastic body shivering from the cold. "Man, it is raining," he said. He patted the side of his trusty steed, Haas. "You did well, my friend," he told his horse. "That was a dangerous mission."
Sir Zeppelin was returning from a scouting mission on the roof. It was his duty to make sure the Kingdom was safe, and he took his duty very seriously. Although lately, things had been pretty quiet around the Kingdom; still, you could never be sure. He tapped Haas's sides to get him in motion, and began to ride down to the floor. He hadn't gone but two steps when he heard a voice shouting his name.
"Sir Zeppelin, Sir Zeppelin!" It was John Brockham, one of his best scouts. "Sir Zeppelin, the Kingdom is in trouble!"
A icy cold feeling of fear and trepidation washed through Sir Zeppelin, like icicle daggers piercing his heart. He had only been gone half a day, and already the Kingdom was in trouble. Trouble? he thought. Such a general term. "What kind of trouble?" he shouted down.
"Very bad trouble," John shouted back. "Sir Phillip has locked the citizens up, but where we do not know. Some of the Kingdom's more malicious residents (you know who I'm talking about) are persuading him to do all this. Already, he's sending troops out to capture those if us who are still free."
John was the epitome of politeness, so he refrained from using the names of the "malicious residents." As he said, though, Sir Zeppelin knew exactly who he was talking about. He'd been trying to land those people in the Kingdom's jail for ages, but never had any evidence against them. Well, it looks like that's all about to change, he thought. John pulled up right underneath Sir Zeppelin (he was on the window ledge) and tried to find a way up. "No, John," Sir Zeppelin said. "I'll come down to you." Sir Zeppelin jumped Haas down to the table (after being around Sir Zeppelin for so long, Haas was used to such long-distance leaps--landed this one with much grace) and pulled up alongside John.
"Who is still free?" he earnestly asked. Once he had these figures, he could formulate a plan.
"Myself, my younger brother, Allen, Vernon, Lawrance, and Senor Lamora, as he prefers to be known. I do not know if Giz' is back yet."
"Not that many," Sir Zeppelin muttered to himself. "Yet strong in spirit," he said a little louder, in order to boost John's morale. "It is well that Allen is free. I would hate to have anything happen to my new squire. Do you know where everyone is?"
"No; the only way I even know who is free is because those are the people you have on scout patrol today. For all I know they could be returning and falling directly into Sir Philip's clutches. Bill is safe, I know that for sure. He was with me on my patrol, and is currently guarding the doorway to this room."
Sir Zeppelin considered all the information for a moment. He rubbed his chin, as he has a habit of doing when pondering difficult decisions, and thought long and hard. Finally breaking from his trance, he said "John, listen carefully to what I want you to do. Ride back to Bill and keep him with you; two people are much less prone to attack than just one. After that, try to find everyone as they come in from their patrol and warn them about what is going on. Have everyone meet on the computer desk, and from there we will plan our attack on Sir Philip's defenses. Got that?"
"Yes sir," John said, and saluted. "But sir?"
"What about yourself? What will you be doing?"
"I cannot tell you. If Sir Phillip was to find you, he could torture you for information." He patted John on the shoulder. "Trust me, my friend, nothing will happen to me. Ol' Sir Phillip would have to get up pretty early in the morning to get one past me."
"Thanks, sir, but even if I was tortured by a thousand minifigs, I would never reveal your location."
John's faithfulness warmed Sir Zeppelin's heart (if minifigs have hearts. No one has ever bothered to investigate. In any case, Sir Zeppelin was warmed). "Good; now, let's get crackin'," he said. Sir Zeppelin rode Haas forward and stopped, causing John's horse to back into him.
"What is it, sir?" John asked.
"Great Scott!" Sir Zeppelin said, more to himself than to John. "Cattle prices are through the roof!"
"You'll be through the roof before long, if you aren't careful, Sir Zeppelin!" a voice shouted. The voice sounded like fingernails scrapping across a chalkboard, and it was all Sir Zeppelin and John could do not to cringe at the sound of it.
"Where are you?" Sir Zeppelin shouted out. "Where are you, you fiend?"
"Over here, Sir Zeppelin." The voice seemed to spit Sir Zeppelin's name out, as if he could barely bare to say it. "No, this way, you bumbling buffoon."
"Hey, you try and hear through these thick plastic helmets!" Sir Zeppelin shouted back. Finally finding the owner of the voice, he was neither surprised nor impressed by what he saw.
It was Svlick, the leader of the Wolfpack bandits, and the scourge of the entire Kingdom. Sir Phillip must have really taken a turn for the worse to associate himself with these guys, Sir Zeppelin thought. "What do you want, Svlick?" Sir Zeppelin shouted back.
"I want you, you dirty rat," Svlick said, smothering each syllable with hatred and contempt. "And so does Sir Phillip."
"Sir Phillip doesn't know what's best for him," Sir Zeppelin said. "Now, I want you to return to Sir Phillip and tell him that he must surrender by three o'clock, or we shall attack."
Svlick laughed. It was an evil, mocking laugh. "Oh yeah, you and what army? We've got the townspeople trapped, along with most of the Kingdom's forces. The few scouts that are returning will soon be annihilated, along with yourself. This is what Sir Phillip told me to tell you. Surrender, Sir Zeppelin, and your death will be painless."
Sir Zeppelin chuckled. "Kill me? How? Melt my plastic? Sir Phillip is scared to death of fire. You all know very well that as long as a minifig is within the walls of the Kingdom, it cannot die."
Sir Zeppelin was expecting a heated response, but instead was surprised when Svlick merely said. "I have relayed my message; my task is done. Remember, Sir Zeppelin, you cannot die as long as you are within the walls of the Kingdom. That is all. Surrender yourself, and your death will be painless." Svlick turned and left, and was gone before you could blink.
Sir Zeppelin shouted after him. "Don't forget to give my message to Sir Phillip!" John rode up beside him.
"What do we do now, my liege?" he asked.
"Simple, my friend," Sir Zeppelin said, shutting the visor to his helmet. "You know the plan. Now, we ride."