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“Sorry to interrupt but this is important.”
From across the famous Boatem Pole, a well-known Avian shrunk into his red-sweater as guilt and anxiety ate him up inside. He had an idea as to what this ‘emergency meeting’ was about and to say the least, he was not excited about it. Typically he’d get a good laugh at the sudden teleportation from his most current project to their meeting area but at this moment, he found no humor in the situation.
“What happened?” Pearl asked, tilting her head at the CEO.
“Yeah, what’s up? I was just working on a new Swaggon!” Scar pouted, crossing his arms.
“And I was in the middle of creating a new iron farm.” Impulse added, glancing over at his mustached-friend.
“Well..” Mumbo scratched the back of his neck, struggling to find the words. “Grian stole the Ender Dragon egg and now the other fractions are upset.” The ravenette spoke, adjusting his red tie, feeling a tad bit frustrated with the current situation.
“I’m sorry, what?” Pearl questioned, crossing her arms as she scoffed. “Do you know how stupid that sounds?”
“I’m sorry, do they know that it’s an egg?” Scar raised an eyebrow, completely dumbfounded.
“What? Why–it’s just an egg??” Impulse’s eyebrows furrowed together, confusion stirring inside of him.
“We should give them an earful for this!” Pearl suggested, running a hand through her brown locks.
“Better yet, let’s prank them, I know a good way to make their shopping area laggy.” Impulse added, picking up his communicator to do some research.
“Oh! Oh! I could totally sell some of Impulse’s faulty weapons! Y’know they’ll buy anything that’ll allow them to cause some chaos.” Scar schemed, a mischievous spark lighting inside his emerald-green eyes.
“Slow down, I know you guys are upset but-”
And at that point, Grian had tuned out, no longer paying attention to what the CEO had to say. He probably should be paying attention but he couldn’t help himself, there was just too much to think about. For example, what in End was he going to do with the stupid dragon egg? I could just..put it back. He thought to himself, glancing down at the floor.
“Grian? You’ve been awfully quiet.”
The Avian glanced up, quickly scanning the room before realizing that all eyes were on him, he had everyone’s full attention and for what? He did not know but he would take advantage of the situation.
“I stole the egg so let me put it back. Once I do that, everything should go back to normal.” Grian spoke, crossing his arms, a small frown present on his face.
The Boatem crew shared glances.
“No, I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
“Yeah, fuck that.”
“There’s no way in End.”
“Forget it.”
Grian’s eyes widened. What do they mean, no? He thought to himself, tilting his head at the group.
Mumbo laughed, “Grian, why should you be the one to give this up? It’s an egg, why do they care so much about it?”
“Yeah, you should not be the one to change how you’re acting.” Pearl nodded, backing up the CEO.
“Isn’t there a saying, though? About the egg, I mean.” The winged-hermit asked, a worrying tone laced between his words.
“Thy who controls the egg, controls the server, right?” Scar spoke up, a book being held between his hands.
Grian nodded, watching as the other hermits tilted their heads, he assumed they'd never heard of it before. Strange.
“I’ve never heard of it before.” Impulse spoke, moving over to the Vex-hybrid in order to take a look at the hard-covered book. “Where’s this from?”
“I’m not quite sure but I have a ton of old and worn-down books. Though, my memory of this ol’ story sparked when G mentioned the saying of the egg.” The taller brunette replied, allowing Impulse to take the book into his hands.
“Yeah, this does look ancient.” The shorter brunette spoke, carefully holding the book, hands trailing over the spine and cover.
“So basically, the other factions are becoming power hungry.” Pearl summarized, clicking her tongue in annoyance. “It still sounds idiotic.”
“Either way, if that thing does give off some sort of power, shouldn’t we look after it?” Mumbo asked, crossing his arms. “Can you imagine what’ll happen if someone else has that egg? No one can tell if they’ll use it for their own greedy benefits or not.”
“So what? I should just keep it with me?” Grian narrowed his eyes at the CEO, growing weary as to what he was suggesting.
“Well, it might be best.” The ravenette concluded, although he could easily spot the unassurance and surprise that his employees felt.
The Avian smirked, “Mumbo, you don't think that's a tad bit dangerous?”
“May I remind you of your high ranking as a spy?” He asked, watching as the dirty-blonde shook his head. “Plus, you won’t be working alone.”
“Sorry, WHAT.”
“Obviously we’re going to get through this all together, right Mumbo?” Pearl asked, smiling bright.
“Yes, yes of course! But everyone has their own mission.” Mumbo replied, adjusting his suit blazer as his spies noticeably straightened their posture and fully focused their attention on the CEO of Boatem.
“Pearlescent Moon, I’m trusting you to gain the trust of three different fractions. The Swamp Lump, Horse Head Farms, and The Octagon. We don’t have the best relationship with those first two but I believe some possible alliance is there. And of course, talking information out of the Octagon should be easy enough, they hate us the most but I believe you know your way around them.” He handed a book to Pearl, holding all of the information that she could possibly need.
“I won’t let you down, boss!” The landscaping hermit exclaimed, sending a wink to the rest of the spies as she spread her wings and flew away.
“Impulse SV, I need you to completely upgrade Boatem’s defenses. Create as many redstone machines as you want, I just want to make sure that Grian and everyone else is safe, Void knows what others are planning. And just like I want you to make Boatem safe, I also want you to make the other shopping areas unsafe. I’m thinking of traps, faulty items that replicate their regular stock, anything and everything.” The mustached-hermit handed a book to Impulse, same as Pearl, it held any information that he could need.
“Alright! I’ll get on it immediately!” The redstoner exclaimed before rocketing off into the sky.
Grian looked around, it was just him and Scar left. The anxiety that Grian was feeling was just a second thought. It’s not the first and it won’t be the last time that his life is put on the line. All that he can hope is that his mission is fairly easy and he won’t have anyone holding him back. Anyone like Scar GoodTimes.
“Uh, Mumbo? What exactly do you have planned for me? It seems complicated by the way you’re staring off into the distance.” Scar pointed out, a soft teasing smile spread across his lips.
Mumbo sighed, hands moving to cover his face. “Not exactly complicated just…” He removed a hand, waving it around as he looked for the proper words while he used his other hand to thread his fingers between his dark-colored locks. “Scar GoodTimes, I’m trusting you with possibly one of the most important jobs, taking care of Grian.”
Scar’s eyes widened, visibly taken aback by the task. “Mumbo are you-”
“EXCUSE ME??” The Avian’s voice cut through, wings spread and flared out behind him. “You cannot be serious! Mumbo, this has to be a mistake, I can take care of myself just fine.”
“Maybe on a regular mission but not this one.” Mumbo replied, crossing his arms. “Grian, we don’t know what the other factions are capable of, Scar is your best chance at survival.”
“But Mumbo-”
“No buts, my word is final.”
Grian groaned, running a hand through his golden locks before exhaling harshly through his nose.
“Uh..are you sure I can handle this?” Scar questioned, removing his red-colored top hat as he tilted his head at the CEO, worry clear in his eyes.
“Don’t worry, I know you’ll do just fine at protecting our winged-friend here, mate.” Mumbo smiled, placing a reassuring hand on Scar’s shoulder. “However, you will not just be his bodyguard, you are also to assist Grian in trying to figure out what the other factions want with the egg.” He glanced back at the Avian, taking note of how he suddenly started paying attention again. “Obviously you two can’t go walking into their areas and ask, I mean they’re after Grian’s head! But, you two are some of the best spies out there, I trust that you’ll figure it out one way or another, right?”
Grian and Scar shared glances and although the Avian had narrowed his eyes at the Vex, the two nodded in agreement. This would be a mission that they would complete whether they liked it or not, it did not matter how much Grian complained, sighed, or huffed. A job is a job.
“Good. Now then, you’re both dismissed.” Mumbo smiled.
And with that, the two remaining spies walked off. Grian flew into the sky with a small frown on his face while Scar, his partner , lit a firework in order to follow behind.