-Uriel's POV-
The nude General glared at the two scientist in the cryogenic room. His violet colored eyes flared at them. Dare they lock him up in that dark dark place? His skin was still tingling from the sudden regulated heat given off by the ship itself. Why was he even here? He didn't know. The last thing he remembered was being at the rally point of the battle. Gunshots, gunshots, mortars, striker missile then...The C2 and C4 missile. Blue flames, his ear losing it's hearing capabilities...black out. The serum at his neck, then...it was as if it was a black out. A missing link in his memory. Oddly enough, the moment he started walking. Women from the Aphrodite cabins were shocked, looking at his crotch and murmuring something about island sized or whatever. He didn't care, actually. The General kept walking, towards the group of which the demigods were. Little did he know, that besides him stood Anastasya, on the Pet Infirmary. But Uriel had little need for pets, he was here for business. Someone was leading the ship, and it wasn't him.
Uriel appreciated the fact that someone took the challenge of handling this vessel-sized ship. But he needed to find out if it was really a ship. Maybe it was traveling deep in the water? Perhaps they were in a dimensional rift that Zeus oddly produced? Questinos were still forming from Uriel's mind. And he didn't like not having answer. The nude General pushed his way through the crowd.. Well, they survived.
They haven't fallen into Chaos, trying to decide who was better and who should lead. Instead they did the right thing; talk about it and hire a temporal leader. He just wished that it wasn't Ana. Unless she wanted to face him, struggling with her to grab the position back. The General, staring at them would speak.
"Where is the Commander?"
The demigods would look at him, astonished as the nude man's bravery. However, Uriel was not a single bit impressed. They didn't quite get the memo? The women were still staring at his erect rod. Before he got tired. Jumping from his position, at the nearest person. His hand would instantly impact with his jaw, ultimately breaking it. His hands would be wrapped around the man's neck, squeezing it tightly. For a man that just got out of a cold comma, he was quite strong. Years of Soldier training gave him that edge. He would visibly place his hand on the man's face, for extra grip, he felt his finger curling tighter. Hellfire, from the depths of Hades itself were around the tip of his finger. Marking the man.
Screams of agony was heard as Uriel would throw him to the edge, before speaking "I'm only going to say this once...where the fuck is the commander?" The people would yelp. Before a man would step out of the crowd...He remembered him, Athena Kid. Aspiring Captain from the Demigod Army. Pity he had to die if he didn't give him the position
"Sir Uriel, I'm sure we could work this out..." Uriel would stand up. Releasing the pained individual as he would grab him by the collar. The man would shove him back. And Uriel would hiss out" Take me to the control room, now. We need to talk." The Captain would nod before a handful of Aphrodite kids would hand him a cotton shirt paired with long pants. Uriel would snap it out of the Commander's hand when he offered it. Putting it on while snapping his neck.
The commander would walk and Uriel, in turn would follow. His eyes examining. Totally a ship. He watched enough Sci-Fi movies for him to know this shit. They were moving away from this planet, to go to another planet, right? And it will take five hundred years, right? Well, only if he knew the speed they were traveling in. And how the hell the ship held up. He didn't know these.
The metal door for the Commander ship would open. Inside, a room of touch-screened virtual screens with keyboards would be around. Radars, cameras, armed computers would be seen. A big table on the center of the control room. A huge circular one with sliding chairs. Those office chairs. The Commander would take a seat on the largest chair, and Uriel on one of the smallest. His hand would go in front of the mug. Gripping it's edge before he spoke "Brief me on the details, Commander."
The Commander, obviously not wanting to be commanded finally succumbed. Closing his eyes and rubbing his temple, before speaking "This is a ship, built by the Olympians. Or so we assumed when Lord Hermes came to save. This ship was hovering above camp. Blocking the sun. It was about as big as two Long Island New York. It seemed to be enchanted, managing to hold seven thousand five hundred campers. Roman and Greeks. More than half of us were decimated in the skirmish. Thirty thousand campers, gone. The other one in home couldn't respond to your distress call. So here we are, on the ship...with nothing really, supplies automatically refill. But I know that people can't live here for long."
Uriel sighed, twisting the mug. Oh yes, they couldn't live here the lack of space and freedom would drive them to insanity. Into the dead space. Uriel would look at the reflection the mug produced, before letting go of it and folding his arms on the table. Finally speaking
"Commander,will this ship manage to ensue life for a couple of months? I know that the supplies are never ending. But do you have anything to keep them sane? Or are we just inside a huge-ass metal circle?" Uriel would glare at one of the radars. Before turning his attention towards the Commander's
"Yes. Malls, a Garden on the bottom, and not just any fuckin' garden. A huge ass rainforest for Demeter kids" Uriel rolled his eyes, tapping his foot before the Commander continued "Some huge ass Mess Hall, some apartments upstairs and any other shit you can think of." Of course, this was enchanted and built by the gods. What could they not do? Uriel would nod his head, before speaking
"You've been here for what? Nine hours? How did you know how to Pilot this?" The commander would laugh at him, shaking his head "oh Uriel, they made it very simple. At first it looked complicated, the nit just became...well, natural. You feel me?" Uriel's nose would scrunch up. Before hearing one of the radar kids say something
"Commander, something is approaching delta rear. It seems that the ships are half the size of this ship. Open fire on them?" The commander would raise a brow, before standing up. And grabbing a head set. One those radar people wore before nodding "Open fire." However, Uriel wasn't having any of that obviously. Grabbing the Captain's shoulder, he would shake his head "No, don't do that. Find out what they do before opening fire. They might be friendly ships." The Commander would push Uriel back, him being shoved to the edge of the table. His hands coming to the edge of the sheathe. Unsheathing a Walther P99, pointed at his forehead, two of the Ares kids would draw out desert eagles. Pointing it behind him. Uriel's eyebrow raised as he sighed, the Commander speaking
"Bye, Silver."
But Uriel grabbed the mug, slamming it on the face of the Commander, his hand forming a shadow spear. He would turn around as the rounds fired. But the moment he ran, he would toss the spear, impaling one of the guard's face as he still grabbed the desert eagle of the fallen man, shooting the person n the face before he could even move. Uriel would toss the desert eagle away. Grabbing the commander and pinning him to the wall, his hands around his neck, throwing him away. Walking towards the headset, he would put it on and would tap the scared radar scientist. Before he sighed heavily, sitting back with the radar scientist. Putting the speak on, he would say
"Infrared detection along with X-Ray. Now, I want full details."
The Radar-Man would nod, typing a code in the keyboard as screens flipped. Until it finally appeared as a heat-sensory vision of what's outside. Two ships, just besides them. How nice. It was not Leviathan class like them. Probably Gargantuan sized. But not as big as a city like their ship was. Uriel would lean back and would speak, obviously in-control. "Request for Briefing." The Radar man would nod. Pressing a button and making a screen come up on a projector. On the other side. He would twist the chair and would look up with a grin. The briefing was accepted. But there was only...Hephaestus.
"Demigods, it was smart of you to request briefing. We sent these two ships and wired the m so you'd talk to us. But we can't hear you. This is a live message, telling you all to be careful, we love you. That's why we made this ship. On behalf of all you mother and fathers, good luck. Set up a New Nation, don't let our blood lines die out, we look forward to seeing our grandchildren if western civilization survives, good luck demigods. These two ships bring out most of your tech, to help you. It has some of our gifts as well, to the Demigods, we trust. End briefing" As the screen flashed. A worried look on Uriel's face would form, he would stand up and he knew...that the Demigods heard that. He could feel their tears welling up already. Uriel was happy to know that the Radar Man knew. He was too, a son of a god or goddess. Immediately, the Radar Operator would press a universal voice button. So everyone could hear Uriel. Speaking, his voice was commanding, serious.
"This is Uriel Silver, as most of you would know I have come out from that Coma. I will be assuming the position of Co-Captain of the ship. And as Commander. I would like for my sister, Anastasya Saunders to assume the position as Co-Commander with me. This decision would be short lived. Considering you all just heard the last message of our parents. We will make them proud, we will build a great Nation. A powerful nation...in the nation, we trust" Uriel would remove his head set. Only to be greeted by sudden pain in his shoulder, shit. He was hit. The commander shot him. Uriel would stumble back. His eyes would widen. Pointing towards him, an energy of hellfire blasting forwards. Disintegrating the guy in the hit. Uriel would fall backwards, gripping his shoulder. Trying to stand up, he would slowly limp towards the door. Automatically opening, so many rooms, which one to go to? His body would lean on the door, which in turn would open, making him fall to the dark chamber. Onto a...metal bed?
His back against the bed. Metallic bonds on his wrist and ankles.
He tried to struggle out of the bonds, but alas. To no avail. He would hear a feign sound, speaking "Procedure Avantinian, on progress" Then, the lights would go out as the nanomites would crawl onto Uriel's body, slowly altering his damaged skin. And lowly, after an good thirty minutes. The newly reformed Uriel would rise from the seat. Metallic hands grabbing his wrist, inserting parts of his old armor. The pitch-black Stygian Iron at his body. A black cloak on his back. And the huge gauntlet on his left hand. Uriel would push the door open, and would walk toward the Pet infirmary, opening the door and walking in front of Ana, his voice was now metallic, under his helmet, But he could see her , through the cyber vision "hello, Sister."