Hey a big black dog here with a long overdue chapter. Sorry about the wait and I hope you enjoy. Also I'd like to thank CC-2224 Commander Cody whom I never would have started writing this story with out his encouragement.

Hudson McKraken was awoken by a loud happy cheer that had definitely come from the mouth of a small child, however the only problem was that yesterday had been game night which ment that he and a few old friends from his Vacuan Air Force days were a little hungover from last nights events. He looked over to the t.v. to see what the source of the commotion was, which turned out to be a gray cartoon rabbit dressed as a barber holding up a mirror to a small balled hunter while singing "There, you're nice and clean! Aldough your face looks like it might have gone through a ma-chine!" Hudson chuckled as hoisted himself up off the couch and made his way to the bathroom.

Once inside he turned the sinks cold tap as far as possible and splashed three double handfuls of chilly water on his face then went for the towel. When he removed the towel from his face he was greeted by his own face staring right back at him via the mirror. And for a minute Hudson stood and studied his reflection. His skin a dark black with a large broad nose and a pair of piercing blue eyes which traveled down to his broad jutting chin due to his underbite.

"Damn I'm getting old." Were the first words he said in his deep baritone voice.

His hands touched his graying hair that had been cut in a flat top, his preferred style ever since his first days in the Vacuan Aviation Academy the place where his life really began. If someone had told him on his first day that a year from now he would graduate at the top of his class and that he'd be flying mission for the Rangers and Huntsman instead of the Vacuan Air Force or the Army, he would have laughed like a hyena in that person's face. And if someone had told him that on his first mission his bullhead would get blown out of the sky by a bunch of Hercules Cannons, a heavily armored beatle grimm that was the size of a medium truck and had a large horn which was used to fire a type of bio plasma with devastating accuracy.

Hudson closed his eyes to better visualize what happened after the crash. He had awoken to something tugging on his arms. What he saw was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and she was pulling him from the wreckage. She was wearing what he could only describe as a tribal chest wrap and loin cloth both were brown with dark blue patterns running through them. Her skin was a peachy pink, brown eyes with long curly dirty blond hair, and the icing on the cake was her large rabbits ears.

That day Hudson learned that Oum had a strange sense of humor seeing as she was not a tribal but a huntress and not just any huntress she was Jacqueline Coost the very huntress he and his crew had been sent to extract. And even stranger still was that none of his crew was harmed in the crash although the load master Dalton DaMicky swore that his penis had become two and a half inches longer because of the blow that he took to the throat, which was funny as it also raised his voice quite a few octaves. Then a year later Oum's humor was shown again when the doors of St. Dunkelman's cathedral opened wide to reveal a beaming Hudson in his V.A.F dress uniform arm in arm and hand in hand with the newly dubbed Jacqueline McKraken, her face wet with tears of joy and clad in a long white wedding dress and the insides of her big bunny ears were red with joyous embarrassment.

As Hudson recalled that memory and as he began to smile he was interrupted.

"Hud get out here and check the the damned tv!" Came Dalton's voice which was high and shrill.

Hudson nearly broke the door before he realized he needed to pull not push. When he finally got out of the bathroom he bolted into the living room and glued his eyes to the tube. Vacuo City the capital civility of Vacuo was on fire and not from some freak accident that was shown by the large group of people some were clad in gray jumpsuits with black sashes while others were clad in gray servo armor that looked very similar to the servo armor that was worn by Vacuo's Rangers. They were armed with rifles, swords, and other various weapons which they were using on the screaming and panicking civilians.

What his eyes instantly jumped to was the large wonky blobby T on their should plates. Then it hit him and Hudson nearly slapped himself, it wasn't a T at all it was a womb a set of ovaries and fallopian tubes.

"It's the Dark Womb!" Spat another one of Hudson's friends. "If they're in the capital then their they're here too."

"Frank's right, Torvalstood's the closest city to the capital." Came Daltons voice which was met with muttered words of agreement from the other four men.

Hudson was about to say something when he felt a tugging at his pants. He looked down to see his granddaughter and grandson each hiding behind one of his legs and looking up to him.

"Pappa, why are the people on the t.v. doing really bad things?" Molly asked in a way that only a child could.

"Yeah don't they know their hurting people?" Chimed in Axle.

Hudson knelt down and put his hands on their little heads and began to rub them behind the ears just like he did with their mother when she scared as a child. The look of worry that was upon the twins faces eased as they began to purr.

"Kids," Hudson began. "Those people aren't like you or me. They believe that what their doing is holy work."

"But Oum doesn't want us to hurt each other." Cried Molly.

"Yeah he wants use to love each other like how he loves us." Chimed in Axle.

As Hudson looked down lovingly at his grandchildren he was filled with pride at how well his daughter was raising her children. He was about to explain who those people on the t.v. were when he was interrupted by a loud banging on the door followed by a cry of, "Oum's Witnesses!".

Everyone stopped as the banging on the door continued.

"No thank you!" Hudson shouted back.

However this only caused the person banging on the door to put more effort into his beating of the door.

"I said no thank you! Please leave!"

The beating at the door continued.

"What on Oum's green Remnant is this hombres deal?"

"I got this Hud."

Hudson looked over to his left until his eyes rested on his old co pilot Tanner Danner.

"You sure about that T.D.? I mean it is my house so if any one should put them selves at risk it should be me."

Tanner responded by running his hands over his cleanly shaved scalp and down his face till it passed his graying goatee.

"Yeah... I got this." Tanner said as he made his way to the front door. "Call it a detectives hunch."

Frank paused the t.v. so everyone would be able hear the exchange that was to take place at the door. As Tanner reached the solid iron door he withdrew his side arm and raked the slide feeding a 9mm round into the chamber. He undid the deadbolt and just when he put his free hand on the doorknob, somebody outside shouted, "Brothers and sisters we love you. Please come out and see us we love you and wish to share great news!"

Tanner pulled the door open to where he could stick his head out and was greeted by the sight of several people clad in black robes. With every single one of them holding a Grevlin Q81 auto rifle which they were pointing at the door.

One shouted, "Mallaroun Raja!" to which they all opened fire. Tanner quickly pulled his head back into the house and redid the deadbolt then pushed the heavy book case that was next to the door over so that it blocked the door with its mass, therefore making it even more difficult to gain access to the house while giving himself some extra coverage.

"What the hell is going on up there Tan? Use your words damn it!" Shouted Hudson.

"It's the O D-ed Womb for crying out loud, j-just get everyone armed!"

"With what?!"

" For Oum's sake your wife and children are huntsmen! Hell even your adopted granddaughter is off abroad at some school learning to become a huntress!" Tanner shot back at Hudson.

Another hail of lead raked the door but fortunately were unable to penetrate the thick wood.

"We love you brother! So come out and join us!" Another cultists yelled with a deranged crackle of laughter.

"No brother go and slay the infidels and their brood! For when you return the Prophet she will bless you and we will love you and sing of your great triumph!" Shouted another as the rounds from their rifles shattered the window to Tanners left.

Tanner sprung up from cover and fired three times putting two in the chest and one in the head of the near cultist while shouting, "Oh no, I don't love you!" Before ducking back into cover.

Meanwhile back in the living room Hudson's brain just clicked. Of course his wife and children were huntsmen which ment he practically had a fully stocked armory at his fingertips that was spread about the clan house he inherited from his mother when she passed away ten years ago at the tender age of ninety. This was his family's historic home, the house of clan McKraken which had produced many fine huntsmen and soldiers. This house was literally stuffed to the brim with weaponry, old sets of armor, and most importantly ammunition.

"Hang on Tan, I got exactly what you need!" The excitement of Hudson's revelation was clearly evident in his voice.

Hudson stood up so quickly that his grandchildren who were still attached to him came along for the ride. In a few quick steps he made his way to the book shelf that was to the right of the t.v., put his hand under the third shelf to unlock a bolt, and then proceeded to pull the right side of the book shelf out towards himself. Behind the shelf in question was a secret room with a rather large safe in it, which Hudson unlocked with practiced ease. He opened the safe revealing an assortment of ammo and clips, several Grevlin Q81's, about four shotguns and two of them were sawed off, two tommy guns that could change into chainsaw swords, an old .375 HH bolt action hunting rifle, five handguns that were an assortment of auto loaders and revolvers, and taking up a large section of the safe was a hand held laser gatling gun. Hudson's lips grew into a wicked smile.

"Guys get in here!"

There was a quick response which came from three pairs of feet rushing their owners towards Hudson. When they rounded the corner they all practically tripped over themselves at the sight they were witnessing.

"Take your pick and load up." Called Hudson's voice which snapped them out of their revery.

"I'll take a Grevlin." Cried Dalton as he pulled one from the rack along with a bandolier that held six fully loaded thirty round banana clips.

"I call dibs on the gatling gun." Frank called with a hint of excitement clearly present in his voice.

"No surprise there. Geppert, you really are a door gunner through and through."

Frank smiled at Dalton as Hudson helped Frank secure the harness around himself.

"Alright Greg your turn. What cha want?"

The large black man scanned the weapons until he saw one he liked, which turned out to be a pump shotgun with an extended tube. Greg also took one of the mech shifting tommy guns and slung it over his shoulder.

"Give me a Grevlin as well." Greg said in his usual smooth deep voice.

Hudson looked Greg over with a puzzled face before asking, "What the hell ya need that for?"

The large black man only rolled his eyes in annoyance before snagging one of the rifles he had asked for along with a full bandolier.

"It's for Tanner genius." He said then bolted out of the secret room.

Back at the front door the situation was getting worse. Tanner was now down to half of his last clip, while worse most of the rounds he fired had been spent on suppressing the advance of these cultist. Tanner had been so focused on keeping cultists out side at bay that he didn't notice the six foot five man coming up behind him until Greg tapped him on the shoulder. Tanner went instantly stiff.

"Don't freak out. It's me, Greg."

Tanner let out a deep breath that he didn't realize he was holding in.

"Shit for a second I thought one of them had gotten inside."

"Here take this." Greg handed Tanner the grevlin and the ammo. "We would have heard screaming if they had. That olbaid that Huds boy keeps would've gotten to him before any of us could." Greg added as he pulled the Tommy gun off his back and broke cover and fired two three round bursts, the first three rounds hit a cultists in the knee who was talking cover behind a large marble statue of General Alva McKraken.

Out on the front lawn of the McKraken estate another industrial van this one larger than the last one was making its way up the well manicured lawn at a break neck pace until it screeched to a halt next to the Generals statue.

"We've got more incoming!" Hollered Greg as he finished off the wounded man.

The doors of the larger van opened and out came three large figures each clad in gray servo armor. To make matters worse each of these walking tanks were carrying heavy weaponry.

"Shit! We got servo jockeys with heavy weapons!" Shouted Tanner.

"And one of them's charging with a grenade launcher!" Greg practically screamed.

Both Greg and Tanner began firing upon the approaching war machine like possessed men trying in vain to stop the sprinting battering ram.

Greg ducked into cover after his Tommy gun ran dry. After swapping out mags he popped back up only to see three flashes blossom like some type of exotic flower he'd seen on a public broadcast documentary. "Incoming! Tan get down!"

The first grenade hit the front door right as both men flung themselves away from the door. The heavy iron door severely dented inwards but otherwise held its ground. However it was a different story when the second grenade hit. The door finally gave up the ghost taking a large amount of the frame it had been housed in with it, this gave the third grenade the opening it needed to score a direct hit into the house. And the first response to it was a cry of pain.

Greg his ears ringing, tried to push himself off the floor. But before he could a servo enhanced boot embedded itself into his gut. The power of the kick was enough to flip him on to his back. He began to cough and splutter, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the servo jockey draw it's combat knife. The jockey pounced with his knife brandished.

Greg was able to catch the jockeys arm with only inches to spare. However the knifes tip was steadily coming closer and closer to his throat. No matter how strong Greg was he still had no chance of out muscling a servo suit, but that didn't mean he was going down with out a fight.

Well this it...

However it wasn't. Greg's train of thought was interrupted by what sounded like a canon to his still ringing ears. Not only that but the jockey who's blade was half an inch from puncturing his jugular went limp and fell off him. Standing in front of him was Hudson holding that big old hunting rifle. A wave of relief flooded his sense, but once again it was short lived. Just as Hudson got the jump on the jockey a cultsmen was going to get the jump on Hudson.

"Turn around nice and slowly old man."

However Hudson did no such thing, he just smiled and said "Jester hunt."

The look of confusion upon the face of the cultsmen was priceless until a large string of drool dropped on to his arm and he looked up. All he saw was a large serpentine bodied creature with six legs and a large toothy open maw dropping down and latched on to his face and head. He tried to scream but the creature broke his neck with a single shake of its head.