ANCIENT HISTORY
Luke and Unus Decimus, Teleported into a large hall, lit only with shafts of moonlight, piercing through high windows.
“This is what remains of Rome,” Luke said.
Unus Decimus squinted in the dim light.
Luke then noticed the near darkness he had brought the centurion into. “Hang on,” he said and went to a light switch.
The tubular lights, hanging on dusty chains, flickered on and illuminated glass cabinets containing an array of armour - Roman armour.
“Are these waiting to be worn?” the Centurion asked strolling around and inspecting the exhibits, “What language is this?” he added pointing at the Italian descriptions below each display.
“No, this is a museum, that’s Italian. This armour is for people to look at ,to learn about.”
Decimus stopped in front of one particular suit of armour and looked confused.
“I’ve never seen this style before.”
Luke looked at the information board, he didn’t speak Italian, but the dates were still numbers.
“You said you knew Caesar right?” he asked the roman.
“Yes, and Augustus his Heir,” the roman replied.
This armour was worn by a roman in the 3rd century AD.”
“AD?”
“Anno Domini,” Luke said.
“Year of our Lord?” Decimus translated, understanding the Latin at least.
“It’s how we measure human history.”
“I assume our lord is Caesar,” Decimus proclaimed.
“No Jesus Christ,” Luke said.
“Who?”
“Long interesting story, either way you’ve never seen this armour before because it was used after you were abducted.” Luke clarified.
“It’s good to see that the empire lasted that long,” Decimus said.
“So what’s the plan boss?” Luke asked.
“Boss?”
“Erm, sir?” Luke translated.
“We need to rebuild the empire!”
“How do we do that?”
“We conquer boy,” the roman said.
“You and whose army?” Luke said.
“The roman army of course,” Decimus said.
He then stretched out his arms and silvery liquid flowed out of his fingertips. Each stream of mercury enveloped the cabinets containing armour and prised the glass of the face of each one. The liquid grasped each piece of armour and drew it back to the centurion.
As the exhibits rushed back to him, they seemed to shrink in size, until they were no bigger than a pin head at which point they were absorbed into the man’s skin.
In a moment the entire room was emptied and the suits stored inside Unum Decimus.
“How did you do that?” Luke asked.
“The tiny machines that fill my body are able to shrink anything I wish and store it within the hollows of my bones?”
“How?” Luke asked.
“I do not know.”
“Why did you steal all those suits?”
“Rome needs an army, now take me to more places where I can obtain more suits!” Unum Decimus ordered.
“Hail Caesar,” Luke muttered and teleported the centurion away.
“This is what remains of Rome,” Luke said.
Unus Decimus squinted in the dim light.
Luke then noticed the near darkness he had brought the centurion into. “Hang on,” he said and went to a light switch.
The tubular lights, hanging on dusty chains, flickered on and illuminated glass cabinets containing an array of armour - Roman armour.
“Are these waiting to be worn?” the Centurion asked strolling around and inspecting the exhibits, “What language is this?” he added pointing at the Italian descriptions below each display.
“No, this is a museum, that’s Italian. This armour is for people to look at ,to learn about.”
Decimus stopped in front of one particular suit of armour and looked confused.
“I’ve never seen this style before.”
Luke looked at the information board, he didn’t speak Italian, but the dates were still numbers.
“You said you knew Caesar right?” he asked the roman.
“Yes, and Augustus his Heir,” the roman replied.
This armour was worn by a roman in the 3rd century AD.”
“AD?”
“Anno Domini,” Luke said.
“Year of our Lord?” Decimus translated, understanding the Latin at least.
“It’s how we measure human history.”
“I assume our lord is Caesar,” Decimus proclaimed.
“No Jesus Christ,” Luke said.
“Who?”
“Long interesting story, either way you’ve never seen this armour before because it was used after you were abducted.” Luke clarified.
“It’s good to see that the empire lasted that long,” Decimus said.
“So what’s the plan boss?” Luke asked.
“Boss?”
“Erm, sir?” Luke translated.
“We need to rebuild the empire!”
“How do we do that?”
“We conquer boy,” the roman said.
“You and whose army?” Luke said.
“The roman army of course,” Decimus said.
He then stretched out his arms and silvery liquid flowed out of his fingertips. Each stream of mercury enveloped the cabinets containing armour and prised the glass of the face of each one. The liquid grasped each piece of armour and drew it back to the centurion.
As the exhibits rushed back to him, they seemed to shrink in size, until they were no bigger than a pin head at which point they were absorbed into the man’s skin.
In a moment the entire room was emptied and the suits stored inside Unum Decimus.
“How did you do that?” Luke asked.
“The tiny machines that fill my body are able to shrink anything I wish and store it within the hollows of my bones?”
“How?” Luke asked.
“I do not know.”
“Why did you steal all those suits?”
“Rome needs an army, now take me to more places where I can obtain more suits!” Unum Decimus ordered.
“Hail Caesar,” Luke muttered and teleported the centurion away.
