Author's Note: Alright, I finally figured out how this site works! Hopefully, releases should go much smoother from here on. Feedback or comments on the story its self are welcome.

Back to bussiness. First, I need to give credit where it's due. Credit and a big thanks to Kixa-Miza on DeviantArt for letting me use the story picture. Go to /d78yua1 to view it without the cropping did. Credit to SpudMC for the mapstrav creation "Ragican Fleet" that the airships in the story are based off of, and that first made me think of the story all those months ago. (Just goes to show that I'm terrible at getting around to starting things.)

"War of the Timothies" is rated "T" for language and Timmy.

Part One

"Gen. Hollow on deck!"

At Leni's command, the blue-striped officers in the brig of the airship HOLLOWGEN stood at attention and saluted their king with their right hand over their heart and their left behind their back. A tall man with sandy brown hair and a dark blue, grey, and white uniform stepped onto the brig, a long sword sheathed at his side. He gave a nod to his officers, signaling they could relax.

Hollow turned toward Leni. "Captain, report."

"Yes, sir. We're just a few miles out from the meeting point. You should be able to see the other ships within a couple of minutes." She paused. "Provided Rage decided to come."

Hollow sighed as he sat in his command chair. "He's never been very good with social gatherings. Ah well. He'll show up eventually. With any luck, he'll already be there. Connect with the scouts."

Leni gave a short salute. She turned on the radio from the command desk. "Ships T & Q, this is Captain Leni. Status report on your positions."

A smooth voice came over the communicator, untarnished by even the crackle of static. "Juke reporting for both T & Q. Hatter and I have arrived at the meeting point and are arranging clearance with the Empire's zeppelin TIMOTHY'S PERIL. Admiral Gubiak and Special Forces Evanz's ships are the only ones yet to arrive."

Hollow's forehead creased. "Arranging clearance? They knew we were coming, it shouldn't take more than a minute."

Juke's voice returned, troubled. "Yes, well, Mister Rage seems to be acting rather difficult. He's asking for a reduction of his prison sentence before he allows you on board. I've been trying to persuade him with my velvety tones, but he's quite adamant."

"Connect me with Rage."

"Very well, your majesty."

There was another buzz of static, this time accompanied by a higher pitched voice. "No."

"Rage, let us on."

"No! Not until you stop trying to put me in jail!"

"Don't be such a man-baby. Your cell isn't that dark."

"It has spiders! Besides, I don't want to be locked up. I have an empire and a very successful company to run!"

"That's why you need to be locked up!"

"You can't come on board."

"We're in a war together!"

"I don't care. This is my zeppelin, my rules."

"Aaarrraaagggghh!" Hollow pressed a hand against his forehead. "Fine. Look, how about this. I'll take 30 years off your sentence, and make sure the cell has the best Wi-Fi possible and no spiders. I don't need you experimenting on them anyway."

The other end was quiet. "40 years off, and my new pun factory is exempt from your inspection rules."

"Wait, what pun factory...never mind. Terms accepted."

Laughing was heard over the line. "Muahahahaha! Goood! Gooooood!" Rage coughed and cleared his throat. "I mean, that's good. I'll see you soon." The connection cut off.

The HOLLOWGEN's brig was silent, stunned by the exchange. Hollow turned the radio back to Juke. "You still there man?"

"Yes, your majesty."

"Has clearance been confirmed?"

"It has. A FSI carrier from his fleet has been sent to transport you the last half mile to Mister Rage's main ship."

"See, that wasn't hard. Piece of piss."

"Very good, your majesty."

"Sir, if I may bring up a concern of mine…"

"Go ahead, Leni."

She and Hollow had boarded one of Rage's AYLIA dropships and were now on the way to the meeting in Rage's luxurious battle zeppelin. Juke and Hatter were docking at the ship from the TEA & QUESTION airships, and while Leni understood the HOLLOWGENwas too large to do the same at the TIMOTHY'S PERIL, the red-and-black masked soldiers on the FSI carrier were unsettlingly robotic.

"Well, Timothy and Rage have been enemies since the beginning of FishSpider Industries, right?"

He nodded. "Yes. Timothy's grudge toward Rage caused him to amass a great military to destroy Rage and all who stand with him. Our kingdom would be included even if we abandoned the Empire, since, well, I'm his best friend."

"Yeah, I know. I'm just worried that after we defeat Timothy, Rage will use the opportunity to absorb his territory into the Empire. Friend or not, he really wants to take control of the world."

Hollow smiled. "It'll be fiiiinne," he said, drawing out the word. "With everyone there, what could go wrong?"

One of the masked minions tapped his shoulder. "Excuse me, King Hollow. We have entered and docked in TIMOTHY'S PERIL's hanger. Please stand back from the doors."

The blue-clad duo stepped to the side. The ship doors opened with a whoosh of air, and light flooded the dusky ship interior. They blinked at the sudden lighting change. A young woman in a dark red top and black pants bowed as they stepped out.

"Welcome aboard Gen. Hollow, Captain Leni. The CEO has asked me to lead you to the war room."

Nodding at her Hollow took a look around. Smooth metal and soft carpets lined an entrance hall. Industrial-looking lights were imbedded in the bottom of the walls, while guitar music that sounded suspiciously like Rage's outro music quietly played.

"I thought we were in the hanger."

The young woman smiled, brushing shoulder-length brown hair behind an ear. "You landed in a special part of the hanger. Mr. Rage would prefer guests not see everything stored on board his ship."

"I see."

"I will lead you to the CEO."