Star Knights

[JonPop]

Sir JonPop saw that Sir Stillwantmore had his hand in the air and said, "Sir SWM, you have a question for the King?" He stood and said, "Yes, if I may." Sir JonPop looked at King Robert and he nodded his head.
Sir SWM said, "Your highness, during the battle at the landing site, my horse was shot in the flank with a steel tipped arrow. He shuddered and while I watched, the arrow worked it'self out and the wound closed.
How is this possible?"

King Robert again stood and said, "These "Horses" that you will use here, in your fight against the outlaw Chung, have been developed over thousands of years. The modern version that can heal themselves were altered by our Alchemist, timesbechangin. No one, not even Chung has this formula.

Sir Remek stood and said, "This means that these mounts can't be killed?" King Robert replied, "No, they can be killed if they are severely wounded, such as a lance or a spiked, Mace to the head."

"Now, you must tell me, how your armor and shields resist penetration by those same steel tipped arrows."

Sir JonPop said, "We don't know exactly King Robert, our great magician Sir Merlin devised a liquid, that when applied to the inside of our armor and shields will stop an arrow from penetrating more than a few millimeters. We do not have knowledge of how this was made, nor extra liquid to protect the men from Nib, that we will train."

King Robert sighed and said, "That is a shame, it would have been such an advantage. You will have to prepare these young men well, Sir Knights and I fear we are running out of time."

[JonPop]

The Knights stood in a line in the center of the arena, dressed in their armor and shields at their sides. Their broadswords crossed over their breastplate. They looked at the 200 or so young men before them, that wanted to be Knights. The young men were in total awe of such splendor and were talking loudly amongst themselves.

Sir JonPop stepped forward and with a sweeping gesture of his gauntleted hand, said, "These fearless Knights are what you will become, if you have the courage, and the will to do as you are told. This will not be easy, nor will it be fun. We are here to instruct you in the ways of Knighthood, how to kill your opponent and not to die. You have been been divided into groups of 25 or so and each group has been assigned to a Knight from Earth. At any one time, half of this group will be here in the arena learning to fight and the other half will be in the classroom where you will learn to outwit your opponent."

He said in a very loud voice so even those in the back could hear;

"This is the law:
The purpose of fighting is to win. There is no possible victory in defense. The sword is more important than the shield and skill is more important than either. The final weapon is the brain. All else is Supplemental."

[remek]

Originally Posted by JonPop

Uh...Can't you tell?

Just a little

[remek]

Originally Posted by JonPop

"This is the law:
The purpose of fighting is to win. There is no possible victory in defense. The sword is more important than the shield and skill is more important than either. The final weapon is the brain. All else is Supplemental."

Sounds like Navy Seal methodology!

[JonPop]

There are exicting things to come. Sex, violence, blood and guts. The adventure will continue in a couple of days. Get ready Sir Knights.

[JonPop]

There had been a gathering in the classroom of all of the Knights and the Young Knight trainees.
Sir JonPop had asked for a show of hands, "If any men present had been a squire?" About 60 hands went up. He asked, "How many had prior training by their Knight?" 8 hands went up. He asked, "How many owned armor and had it here?" Almost all of the class raised their hands. Sir JonPop said, "Those with armor, go to your dorm, put on your armor and assemble in the arena with Sir Sonic."
As the young men were leaving he turned to Sir Remek and said, If 50 of these men make it through our training and actually become Knights, I'll be very surprised." At this, Sir Remek, nodded and smiled.

The remaining men who were without armor, were instructed to meet with Sir Bret to be measured so armor could be made for them by the blacksmith and metal workers.

Sir Sonic looked over the rows of young men in their armor and thought, "Good Lord, I have never seen a more pathetic bunch."
The armor ranged from mere pieces, to sizes too small, or too large.
Sir sonic pointed to one man and said, "Step forward." The Man, as large as Sir Sonic, stepped forward and saluted. Sir Sonic asked, "What is your name trainee?" The man said, Sir, my name is Big Al and I have had several weeks of training from the Knight I squired for, Sir Hairtrigger"
Sir Sonic said, "Yes, I can see that your armor fits you well and is very serviceable, do you have a broadsword, a shield and a lance?" "Big Al said, "Yes Sir Sonic, back at the barracks, we were not told to bring these, just our armor." Sir Sonic thought, "Well at least they got that part right." Out loud he said, "Big Al, I am appointing you as the Captain of this class, I want you to choose from among the ranks, the other men that had prior training to head each group."
He added, "You have seen myself and the other Knights' in our armor. I want you to send any man whose armor doesn't meet the standards for combat, or is ill fitting, to Sir Bret at the foundry. The remaining men will be divided into equal groups.
Sir Iguana, Sir Stud and Sir Stilwantmore, will do an interview with each of you to see at what stage of training we will start you." About 3/4's of the class were sent by Big Al to meet with Sir Bret. Sir Sonic said, "When you are measured for your armor, go to the class room and meet with Sir Remek, Sir Uberschwanz and Sir Marty."

[JonPop]

The 'Yeap Farms' were one of the main suppliers to the Kingdom Of Robert. Mr Yeap had been a former Knight and had participated in many jousting matches over the years. He had raised both his Sons in the ways of the Knight. When they weren't working on the farm, they were practice jousting and use of the broadsword. Mr Yeap felt that with a little more time, both of his Sons would have been better than he.

Now, as he looked out over his burned and ravished fields, his once proud home reduced to ashes, both his Sons dead in the fight, he suddenly felt very old and tired, but he knew he had information, that he must take to King Robert and the Knights from Earth.

He had been forced to hide as the battle raged around him. It was useless for him to try and save his Sons, as reveling himself would only have gotten him killed. But as his Sons fought valiantly, they were overwhelmed by sheer number. They had accounted for two of Chung's Knights killed with lances to the chest, from both his Sons, before being knocked to the ground and beaten to death. He couldn't even take time to bury his boys as he knew that even with the death of his Son's, he had observed things about Chung's tactics, that would be invaluable to King Robert and must not reveal himself, lest there be men watching. The rogue Knights never left anyone alive as a witness.


He wiped away the last remaining tear and waited for nightfall. He would have to walk the 30 kilometers to the Castle and hope to evade any roving band of Chung's thugs.

[kingpole]

Chung is an Asshole!

[JonPop]

More than 150 trainees, stood in line to be measured for their new armor.
The Blacksmith, the metal works, the weapons shop and all that worked in the foundry, were overwhelmed with trying to work and having to measure.
Sir Bret sent a runner to the classroom to ask Sir Remek to send all of the knights attendants to the blacksmith shop. When the girls arrived they got a lot of whistles and leers from the young men in line.
The girls were enjoying this immensely.
They were instructed by Sir Bret on what must be measured and how precise the measurements must be.

With paper and stylus in hand the young, beautiful attendants, begin to measure the men for their armor.
One of the measurements was the groin protection, this had to be an exact measurement for each man, as the groin piece must be comfortable enough to sit in the saddle for long periods of time.

The girls were a little embarrassed at first as the young men seemed to be enjoying this a bit too much.
As they measured, the young girls were having to touch their penis several times to get the critical measurements.
Several got erections and had to step out of line until it subsided. Pretty soon the line of men waiting for their erections to subside was so long, that Sir Bret said, "This is not going to work."
He told the girls, to do just the parts of the armor that wouldn't involve the groin piece.
Several of the girls stuck out their bottom lip and pouted. Many boo's came from the line of men, to which Sir Bret promptly pulled them out of line and made them each, do 50 push-ups saying, "This is NOT a game , this armor will be your home for the duration of your training. Ill fitting armor will make you wish on your Mother, that you had never volunteered for training as a Knight. Now! Pay attention, we have much to do and no time to do it."

Sir bret instructed a very ugly, short man how to measure for the groin protection plate.
Again there were a few boo's and more push-ups.

[JonPop]

I'm going to put this story aside for awhile. I have taken a big spurt of busy.
I will submit another story already written, about Sir Stud, (Maurice) and Lady Jennifer to give you something new to read while I am gone. JP