~~A Royal Pain~~
The all-action scene is towards the end, just so you know ;).
Thank you for waiting. I have had a very suicidle month lately. I feel because i m autistic and live on a pension, that I can never find myself a girlfriend. I know to normal people having a girlfriend means nothing...*sigh* but to me, a semi-retard, it would mean the difference between having a life or not. Please tell me if I have a chance to have a life like that or not.
Spyro, now trapped within a rock slide, lucky enough not to get crushed, looks around in panic, breathing heavily. He hasn't enough manner to use his Earth Flail and bust out. He could only hope that his daughter could find help. But little did he know, Dara is barely more than a corpse nearby. At the mercy of Anglantine's black magic, she lays with bloodshot eyes, half open, with white coloring. Every breath she took was slow and wheezy. She had just enough energy in her body to power her heart and brain, and nothing else. But why?
Dara was facing off into the empty, foggy, whispering tunnel with her distorted vision. The faint voices of trapped souls could be heard throughout it.
The tunnel soon wasn't entirely empty, as she caught site of what looked like the shadow and pair of red eyes of a large dreadwing approaching with a creep in its step. Two figures sat upon it. One carried a lit torch. Were they apes? She would not be awake long enough to find out, as staying awake for her was a burden on her limited energy. She laid her head on the sandy, stone floor and went into the deepest slumber she ever had.
When the dreadwing was close it bent down to sniff the near-dead dragoness, thinking she might be a good snack for the flight
"What you have there, Star?" her teenaged rider at the front of her double-saddle asked.
The old rider behind him peeked over and went wide eyed when he raised the torch and saw what it was she was interested in "Don't touch that, Star, that's a Wind Dragoness."
Star didn't listen to the senior troll on her back and gave the dragoness and lick on the soft belly, tasting her
"Stop it girl!" her master gave her hard kick, gaining a yelp from her.
She turned her head around so her eyes could see him and wheezed in complaint 'But I'm starvin', master. She looks like a tasty lizard,' she said with her complaining wheeze.
"I know you're hungry, girl, but we can eat when we get out of here."
"Shh!" hissed Karl, putting a hand to his batty ear and could hear a faint wheezing from the barely-alive dragoness on the floor "She's still breathing!" Karl gasped as he dismounted Star and approached Dara.
He kneeled down, lifted her head with both and a pressed his sensitive cheek to her veiny neck.
"Karl, you're a doctor. Is she still alive?"
His eyes shot open when he felt blood pulsing inside her "She has pulse. Let's check heartbeat." He put his ear to her ribs. He could hear a very slow heartbeat. It was only 60 beats a minute: one beat a second. "Her heart's beating too slow. If she is savable, she might still be brain-dead."
"Brain dead? What you mean?" Gavrin asked.
"Well if there isn't enough blood flowing in and out of the brain, billions of brain cells die. They become retarded. It's irreversible in trolls, but I don't know about dragons. We still might be able to save her and get back up to 100% if we act fast." Karl lifted up with dragoness with a groan and cradled her in his arms. Gavrin took out a sleeping back from Star's saddle-bag and laid it on the floor for Karl to place her on. He curled her up and stroked her like a feline "Sleep, girl."
Spyro could hear the troll's voices outside his rocky prison, shot his eyes open and cried out, "Is somebody there?!"
Star screamed in the direction of the plea, saying, 'Yeah!' her way.
Star ran ahead of her trolls. They followed her with a run. They only ran for 20 seconds and they were before the rock slide that traps Spyro.
Star grabbed the big boulder in front of her with her arm-like wings, being a bat-like creature, and pulled it away from the pile with skill. She rolled it to the side and took a peak into the cavity inside. She backed up, kneeled and growled when she saw it was The Purple Dragon. To her, Spyro was just another strange hostile, a threat to her and her beloved master.
Spyro emerged from his prison and kicked his hind legs, poised to fight the dreadwing.
Star was about to charge forth and maul him, when her master shouted, "Star! You angry little bitch!"
Star stood down like a canine and faced her master with a sorrowful face 'But I thought he was an enemy, master,' she said with her face.
Gavrin patted his pet to tell her to lay down. He and his old carer approached.
Spyro remained poised to strike-He didn't know what to expect from Valdin Kingdom trolls, particularly a teenager and a senior.
Spyro faced the teenaged troll "Are you General Vaulta's son, Gavrin?" he demanded to know.
Gavrin put his hands up, not wanting to anger the dragon "Course I am. But who are-..." Gavrin and Karl went wide-eyed and dropped to their knees when they recognized the legendary, once-in-a-millenia Purple Dragon.
"The...Purple Dragon lives!" Karl was dumbstruck. But then he chuckled, realizing he was kneeling before the said Purple Dragon "Those scholars back in Valdin said you were...gigantic, thorn-covered and pure evil. Stupid bastards," he chuckled.
Spyro stood up strait and grinned weakly "Thanks." he looked around in panic for his daughter "Where's my daughter, Dara?!"
"Was she a little Ice Drgoness?" Karl asked.
Spyro nodded
"Me and Gavrin put her on a sleeping bag. She's barely alive," he informed, pointing a thumb to the rear of them.
Spyro galloped like a stallion through the tunnel, the two trolls and their dreadwing behind him. Spyro felt his very pride and joy dying within him when he saw his daughter on the furry sleeping bag.
He wrapped his legs around her and plead, "Dara, stay with me!" aloud.
"Relax, Spyro. She's still alive. But if we don't treat her soon, she'll be brain-dead. Her energy has been unnaturally-drained by dark magic."
Spyro whipped his head around to face the ex-doctor "What'll we do? I'll do anything."
"I bought allot of first-aid and potions from Valdin when me and Gavrin escaped. I think I might have something to boost her energy."
"Hurry!" demanded Spyro, frustrated and afraid of loosing one of his own children.
Karl took his doctors purse from Star's saddle-bag and kneeled down before Dara. He began to ruffle through it to find for a syringe and his vaccine bottles. He had found a clean syringe and pulled out a little wooden box with vaccine bottles. He filled the syringe with the harvested, aged juice of the Leopard Spot Tree, a fleshy-trunked colorful tree in Valdin, renowned for its life-restoring, fast-healing and energy-restoring values. He then grasped Dara's excess skin on the back of her neck and inserted it carefully, before emptying it inside her. When it was empty, he lunged it into the ground and stumped on it, safely burying it so no one would tread on it.
Karl lifted her up with a an 'old man' groan and cradled her. He was like a human trying to carry a giant goanna lizard. He could hear her pulse slowly rising through her neck "From what my ears tell me, I think it's safe to say, your daughter will live, Spyro." Dara was too heavy for the senior troll doctor and his knee bent, causing him to grunt, "Oh!" and nearly drop her.
"You drop my daughter, you're dead, troll," threatened Spyro with a weird mix of malice and concern.
"I've carried loads of injured troll women in my medical career, dragon," informed Karl and he gave her to Gavrin to secure to Star. "I know how to bring a half-dead dragoness back to life.
While Gavrin tied Dara's legs with ropes to secure her to his trusty pet's saddle, Karl noticed the sheathed cutlass, tied to Spyro. He pointed to it and asked "What you have there, Spyro?"
Spyro took the sword in his teeth and put it down before the old troll "Before we killed General Stone-Fist, he made me and Dara-"
Gavrin spun around "What?!" he gasped "...My...da is dead?" He asked disbelieving with wet eyes.
Spyro nodded slowly "I'm so sorry, Gavrin. He was an enemy of peace-loving species everywhere. I didn't have a choice...But he wanted me to humanely kill him. He wanted me to free him from some kind of...curse the queen laid on him and his fellow generals."
"He wanted you to put him down?" Gavrin cried, but at the same time, forced a smile "He...really did have some true troll left in him. I just never saw it."
He pointed his paw to the sword on the floor "As he dying wish, he wanted me to give this to you."
Gavrin picked it up and drew it from the sheath with a screech. He examined the blade and his eyes shot wide "His ancient enchanted brass cutlass! He's had this thing since before he was a general." He re-sheathed it and stroked it, recalling his child hood when his father had some father affection and enthusiasm still within him, despite his cruel and demanding mistress, Enola. "He used to let me have some duels with him. He promised one day I would serve our species and be a general. But as soon as I turned twelve, Enola said I was old enough to train alone and put me into the Enola Youth."
Karl hocked and spat on the floor "Bitch! I tended to her when she gave birth to Zakan. I tended to Vaulta's wife when she had him," he pointed a hand to Gavrin,who nodded in confirmation. "And they both treated me like canon-fodder."
"That's awful," Spyro frowned "I thought the apes were cruel."
Karl took a two-inch vanilla cigar from his pocket, lit it and puffed once a second.
Gavrin waved the smoke away "Ah! Karl!" he growled "Just because 'cause your generation was conned into thinking that smoking is cool, doesn't mean I need to share the smoke."
Karl scoffed, "Puh," unleashing one big cloud before slowy walking away with his back to the teenaged troll "Live a little, boy. It's no wonder Ninana was your only lady-friend: because you're such a geek."
Gavrin's eyes shot open in shock "Hey! Leave her out of this," he said, pointing malicious to the old troll.
The argument could have continued, if a moan did not suddenly come from Dara.
Gavrin wasted not time in removing her from his pet and cradling the heavy, young dragoness in his arms, sitting down.
Spyro nudged his daughter's head, which she could barely lift as she regained consciousness "Dara, daddy's here," he reassured.
She faced her father with tired eyes
"Hang in there, Dara. Me and these troll's will get you out," Spyro comforted, giving his daughter a lick o the face.
"Anglantine's Drain to be exact," Karl informed "It kills trolls in seconds, but dragons hardly die from it. Nobody knows why."
Karl kneeled before her to swob her cuts with rum. When Dara's vision became clear enough to recognize species, her heart woke up from the Drain and pumped in panic. She had never been touched by a troll, much less nursed by one. She panicked and tried to wriggle out of Gavrin's arms, luckily he tightened his grip.
When the long troll hair of the teenager annoyed her eyes, she looked up at him "Don't...hurt me!"
"Shh. We're trying to help you and your father," Gavrin reassured. "Just relax. Your skin tore open when you passed out on the jagged rocky floor. We gotta stitch you up before we get moving."
"We'd better make it fast, too. Who knows when the Alligatoress will return to finish us off?"
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The Courageous Minge undergoes repairs on the hull. Dozens of carpenters and welders sit on platforms suspended by small cranes on deck. However, the craft's ruder would have to be replaced, as it was ripped clean off by dragon. Without it, turning is a challenge on its own.
Meanwhile, aboard the Courageous Minge, in Prince Zakan's personal quarters, he sits at his piano, Jester next to him with his 7-string guitar. Though the other bandies weren't present, they decided to practice singing.
Zakan's greatest joy-bringer tonight was the fact that General Vaulta Stone-Fist, his mother's freakish pet, was no more. The search for Gavrin and Karl was his and his alone from here on. He and Jester made jokes against him before they got back to practice, playing the legendary rock/soul song I'd Lie For You by Meat Loaf.
Jester began in his manly tone,
I'd never tell you a lie
I'd never let you down
I'd never leave I'd be the one who'd always be around.
Zakan took over, in his feminine tone,
Baby, give me a chaaaa-a-a-ance.
Jester took over,
I'd pull the sun down from the sky to light your darkest night.
I wouldn't let one drop of rain fall down into your life.
Zakan,
Put your heart in my hand.
They would continue, if a loud knock hadn't come to Zakan's door
"Ah shit!" he moaned in complaint, rising from the throne of his piano and approaching the door "Has nobody respect for arts in our race?"
He pulled the door open, revealing the radio-man from the flight-deck standing at the threshold
"My prince," he bowed "Her majesty wants to speak with you urgently on the radio."
He slapped his forehead "Ah fuck," he almost cried.
Jester had just arrived at the door next to Zakan "What does our queen desire?"
"She's distraught about General Stone-Fist's death, that's all I could get out of her."
Zakan grabbed Jester's shoulders and shook him as she panicked, "She'll blame me! She'll have me beheaded or worse...fixed. And I'm proud to have two sets of genitals."
"Calm down, my prince." Jester wrestled the shivering prince's hands form his being and hugged him "You've a prince of the Valdin Kingdom since you were 10. A little argument with her highness will change nothing. If she be-headed you, who'll be her heir? Who will be in charge of her air-fleet?"
Zakan forced a smile past his sorrow "You think so, darling?"
"I know so...but please stop callin' me that. It's creepin' a bit."
Zakan sat at his throne on the flight deck and the speakers were turned on
The prince of Valdin gulped before squeaking, "What do you want, ma?"
The unhealthy, crisp, big-cat voice of the queen screamed form the speakers
"It took you an age to answer, you pathetic herm!"
"Forgive me ma," he plead, his heart burning with fear of his own mother. "I had music practice. And the Minge is undergoing repairs right now."
One of the helmsmen snickered when he used the ships name and 'repairs' together.
Enola sat on her throne back in the royal citadel in Valdin. Her right hand man holding the radio before her.
She crossed her legs with the headpiece to her ear "And were you practicing music when general Stone-Fist fell to the Tomb of Anglantine?!"
"Ma, I-I-...Vaulta did not ask for help. In fact he made me stay in the air and keep the dragons at bay. He was more than capable of handling the undead in that tomb."
"Yet the Purple Dragon was able to evade your zeppelin, infiltrate the tomb, and desecrate it with his scaly footsteps."
Zakan was frozen to his throne and shocked "The Purple Dragon was involved?"
"Yes!" her peircing voice echoed throughout the flight deck three times. "Because you let the Purple Dragon past you, he got the chance to kill my best general. A chance you practically gave to him...and he didn't squander it either."
"Well, ma!" he finally mustered some anger to replace his fear "It wasn't like he was alone. He had a flock of those lizards at his back."
"Beaten by a flock of dragons? And you call yourself prince."
"Shut up ma!" he cried out aloud, tears falling form his face.
"Why I even bothered having children in the first place puzzles me."
Jester, at his seat among the helmsmen, couldn't bare to see his prince suffer. He shared Zakan's expression and half his feelings. He smiled when he realized vital wires were beneath his instrument panel and peeked under.
Enola continued to taunt her son. When she heard his crying through the microphones, she took it with satisfaction.
"You're just a filthy, cross-dressing-..."
Zakan shook his head, "Nope" trying his best not to burst out crying.
"...Circus freak," she said slowly, before cackling into the mouthpiece.
Zakan couldn't resist her cruelty and submitted to crying "Piss off," he demanded, barely able to speak.
"'Piss off?'..." Enola cackled once more.
"I...I hate you...I hate you, ma."
"Where would you be without me?! I gave you the Minge. I was stupid enough to buy sperm to make you. And the troll species needs you to be the next ruler of all trolls."
Zakan forced a smile as a thought came to him "Not anymore."
Enola tilted her head as she heard her son's last two words "What did you say?"
"My crew looks out for me and stands by me...And why should I be the new king just because I'm from long line of royalty?"
"No peasant can become a ruler!"
"Wrong ma! The nobles became nobles by lying. Anglantine was a bullshit artist. That's how she became queen of Valdin a thousand years ago."
"You're still the responsible prince of Valdin and future-king. Do not forsake that!" she ordered
"Ma I'm talkin't to you for awhile...Hang up now and do not call back!"
Enola grasped the headpiece in anger "No."
"Hang up now and don't call back."
"My son, you're making a retarded mis-..."
The speakers popped, ringed, and then all went silent.
Zakan looked at his best helmsmen and smiled when he saw the disconnected wire in his hand
"You can thank me for that one," laughed Jester, before he threw it down. He let out sigh "You know Enola's father was a monarch compared to her: A true man of the people."
The prince fell back in his rotating throne and breathed with relief "Finally. Gods! She has a voice like a fucking dreadwing."
He then removed himself from his throne and approached the flight deck doors, puzzling his crew
"Where you going, my prince?" asked Jester.
Zakan faced his crew and walked backwards as he explained "Me? Oh I gotta freshen up, shower, lick my ta-ta and suck myself off, and believe me, that can take hours if you do it right."
While all the crew simply stared astonishingly at the prince exiting with disgusted looks, Jester shook his head "Gross," and returned to the controls of the Minge.
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An hour after the princes horrible radio conversation with his beastly mother, Aventus and the Ice Dragons curl up and slumber, leaving only one individual Dragon on lookout, sitting in the trees. The sentry looked up at the Courageous Minge, five-thousand feet from the ground, undergoing repairs. He saw it as a bore, considering the Minge is barely flyable, much less battle-ready.
Then, the unlikely happened. As the Ice Dragon was about to fall asleep on his branches, his head shot right up at the sound of two six-engined, Interceptor-class zeppelins approaching. He breathed heavily in panic and looked around...only to look strait up and see them flying overhead and approaching the prince's crippled vessel.
"I say, what in the name of bloody bowls of hell," panicked the sentry.
Without a moments hesitation, he glided down to his fellow Ice Dragons and Spyro's son, in charge of them.
The sound of cracking branches, followed by the thud of his landing, awoke them all.
"Aventus! Two more zeppelins have come, most likely aid for Prince Zakan."
Aventus shook himself awake and growled "Three battle-zeppelins against five dragons. Cowards! Can't even win a fair fight, so they have to cheat."
The sentry shook his head "These aren't battle-zeppelin's. They are, what I think, are interceptor-class airships, for pursuing and annihilating."
Meanwhile aboard the crippled Minge, Zakans sits on his throne in the flight-deck as his crew scrambles from control panel to control panel and try to hail the incoming craft, who are on collision coarse with them, coming from the positions of 12-O-clock and 3-O-clock...head on.
The radio man dials in the numbers of every channel on the airfleet's network while pleading into the mouthpiece, "This is royal battle-craft Courageous Minge. Please state the nature of your presence here!" Nothing but a fuzzy hiss of radio silence responded. He spun his chair around and faced his prince with a sad and disappointed look "They are not responding, my prince."
"Jester, full throttle! Full port steer."
"I don't think they want to crash into us, my prince," suggested Jester.
One of the navigators on the telescopes felt his heart would stop as he saw the two crafts draw their side canons from the hatches "The bastards are here to kill us!"
The navigators feeling quickly spread throughout the deck. The prince almost growled, "So, ma, this is how you treat your own baby." He spat, "Pifft!" before pounding the arm of his chair and ordering "All flak and shredder guns, fire at will. Burn their royalist arses!"
The flak gun on the Minge's nose withdrew from it's cooped-up position within the hull and the gunner fired madly at the flight-deck windows of the other crafts "Traitorous filth. Burn!"
He unleashed shell after shell upon the windows of the enemy zeppelin's flight deck..until the thick, plastic windows of the craft finally melted with roaring fire. The gunner laughed with rejoice as he unleashed two more rounds into the now-exposed bridge. The resulting explosion within killed the captain and all crew present. The entire flight deck of the enemy's airship burst wide open. "Ha! Their flying blind! Like a headless chicken!"
The fire aboard it was so fearsomely hot, the inch-thick cables that held the hull to the balloon glowed and then snapped with a bang. The entire hull fell nose-first into the forest and shattered into billions of pieces. The balloon floated aimlessly upwards and disappeared in the clouds.
"Well done, nose gunner!" praised Zakan aloud with triumph "Now lets see how the other will cope." He spoke into his microphone, "Draw all starboard-side canons."
But the prince's triumphant mood was ruined when the other craft fired 10 shots into their hull. The explosions exposed rooms inside, and canons on that side fell from their floors and plummeted to the woods bellow, their screaming operators following.
Jester panicked as warning lights all over his board brightened, and placed his hands on his head "We've lost all our starboard-side canons, my prince!"
The prince growled as he stood up from his throne "These queen's-footstools are naught but assholes...and not the good kind either." He drew his bronze cutlass sword in one hand and his revolver in the other "We can't let them take the Minge. This is my Minge!" He took a second to shake his head "I mean zeppelin. Yeah. Zeppelin." He then ordered Jester, "fly us way, bubby. We'll keep those bastards off this pussy."
Meanwhile, Aventus and the Ice Dragons witness the carnage with confusion
"What the-...They're fighting each other now!" Aventus shrieked.
"Those two-legged royalists can't even tell who's on their own team. Pathetic! Hahahha" laughed one of the Ice Dragons.
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When the prince and ten of his conscripts burst through the door to above deck, they were confronted by the site of gas-masked figures wearing heavy armor. They eyes glowed an evil red through the goggles of their gas masks. They brandished three-barreled shotguns, and laughed in distorted deep tones as they took down helpless crewmen.
Zakan almost soiled himself "Fuck, where'd these freaks come from?!"
One of the five armored, masked troopers caught site of Zakan and they all poised to fire at him "Kill the so-called Prince of Valdin!" the commander screamed.
Before thinking, the conscripts loyal to Zakan charged forth and began to firing their revolving rifles at the freakish commandos. When they crowded in front of their prince to protect him, they started firing madly
Their efforts were in vein, as the commandos used their broad wrist-guards as shields from the bullets. They laughed mockingly through their iron gas-masks.
Without hesitation, two conscripts armed and threw two stick grenades each "FRAG OUT!"
The mask-wearing commandos tried to flee from the grenades, but were slowed y their heavy armor. They bursted and sent all of them flying.
"Yaarrg!" they all screamed as their broken bodies flew overboard.
The concripts raised their guns "Yah!" in victory... but they celebrate too soon, for the enemy ships that's parked beside them fires another barrage of ten canon-balls into the hull, setting some parts bellow deck blaze.
Dozens of trolls loyal to Zakan screamed as flames swallow them whole and turn their skin to coal.
The prince and his conscripts lay down to keep from falling overboard. When they barrage ended, a swarm of somewhat 20 enemy conscripts, screaming as they hoped over the railing of their own airship and boarding the Minge.
The prince took the first three shots at three of them right in their heads. The conscripts crouched and fired after him, striking ten of them in their bellies. The last 7 drew their cutlass and charged for them conscripts while they were reloading.
Those loyal to Zakan used the daggers on their rifles and ran them all through.
When the enemy soldiers brethed their last, Zakan signaled his conscripts to follow him "Come, my soldiers. We'll blow their little airship apart."
The prince, followed by his men. leapt from his own airship to the enemy's. The prince was soon faced with two more of those masked comandos. He let out a cat-like scream as he jumped and landed on the shoulders of one.
The commando tried to wrestle him free "Gte off me, you traitorous powderpuff!" he demanded.
"I used to fuck girls like you in high school ." the prince lunged his sword down his collar bone. The commando gargled to death.
"Well done, my bubbies," Zakan laughed madly towards the sky.
Zakan would continue laughing...but little did he know that one of his conscripts spotted two more Interceptor-class zeppelins approaching the Minge from 8-O-clock
He creamed and pointed to them "More enemies!"
All else turned to face the oncoming craft. They all gasped as the front hatches on their gondola's opened, reveling flak canons
The prince's eyes went wide, his mouth hung, and before he knew it, he screamed like a little girl and ran back to the flight deck.
"The prince has the right idea!" And they all followed him.
They got to cover just in time, as the two enemy ships fired shell after shell on the deck, the explosions made holes in the floor and sent sharp splinters flying.
The prince had no choice...he would have to abandon his airship.
He ran to the helmsman seat and grabbed it to speak to Jester "C'mon, this Minge is going down."
"I wont abandon the Courageous Minge. I can still save her!"
He slapped Jester on the shoulder "The Minge's expired. Just like us if we don't grab our chutes and get off this floating opera house!"
Jester hung his head in shame. He never thought he'd be the last pilot of any ship of the queen's airfleet, much less the best he's ever flew "...Alright."
"First, put the Minge in gear so that at least we're not dead in the water while we escape."
Jester smiled deviantly at his prince's idea "Hell yeah!" So he got the double-sided key for the ignition, inserted it and turned it to, 'Engine: Armed.' He then punched the big red button right beside it, causing the entire craft vibrate as most of its engines fired up and propelled the craft forward, but going in a giant turning circle.
The prince was puzzled why the Minge was going in a big circle "What the hell?"
"My prince, we've lost a couple of our starboard-side engines to the Dragons. And the helm wheel wont work, because we have no rudder."
The prince shook his head "never mind," and grabbed his friends arm, pulling from his seat "Lets just get down to the belly-doors and get our chutes."
The surviving 100 trolls loyal to Zakan were up on deck, repelling the masked commandos who had previously swung aboard from the other enemy craft. Therefor, the prince and Jester had to inform them that it was hopeless to try and defend the Minge.
When thyey arrived up on deck, the conscripts had already either beheaded or run through the commandos.
All who were up on deck had to stand at an angle, because of the Minge's ridiculous turning circle.
He raised his hands and spread his cape like a dreadwings wings "My conscripts, we are abandoning the Minge. Head down to the belly-level doors and get your chutes."
The prince and his friend lead the survivors down countless flights of stairs and trapdoors to the belly level of the Minge. Here they launched para-troopers, dreadwing couriers and anything tht had to be launched of the craft. Hundreds of pre-packed chutes were hanging on the walls. The prince, his friend and the survivors panicked as they put them on. When most of them wore chutes, Juster pulled the big lever to open the belly doors.
But as soon as they opened, a barrage of flak from the pursuing enemies struck the belly doors, setting them on fire and jamming them shut.
If that wasn't enough. all were thrown off their feet, as canon balls from the enemy airships struck the remaining working engines. The Courageous Minge came to a standstill and three of the enemy vessels surrounded them
Jester's heart almost stopped as he pulled back and forth on the lever in desperation. "Oh no. It's fucked. There's no way out this way."
The conscripts hearts were broken. Would this be there final duty to their prince?
"We're trapped in here!"
"Doomed!"
"We're all dead!"
The prince shared his conscripts deathly feeling.
But Jester isn't one of the best pilots trained in Valdin for nothing. He snapped his fingers as an idea came to him and turned to his prince "Zakan, I've got!" he said cheerfully "If you can get me aboard one of those Interceptor-class airships, I can fly us all away."
The conscripts felt hope come back to them as they raised their rifles high "Yaarrg!"
"Brilliant idea bubby," he picked up Jester and smothered him in royal, hermaphrodite kissed "Mwah mwah mwah."
When the prince finally stopped, the conscripts escorted them both back up on deck. dozens of commandos were present. The conscripts filled them with lead for their prince. They then swung aboard the enemy vessel on the port-side and began commandeering the flak guns and canons...while the prince and Jester went strait for the flight-deck. There they were encountered by the crew, who have not accepted their fate. But the prince had no troubled carving them up with his cutlass.
When the crew gargled their last, Jester took the helm and belted up, as did the prince in the captains throne.
They flew away from the burning, still-floating wreckage of the Minge, leaving the other enemy craft still looking for them.
As Jester and Zakan could finally breath easy, an unhealthy-looking troll in a coal-shovelers vest bursted in "My prince, just so you know, I personally left a little present for our pursuers." All three of them looked out the window and the troll counted, with his voice and fingers, "Three...two...one..."
The Minge exploded like a Fire projectile form the Purple Dragon himself, but one-thousand times more immense, destroying the enemy airships along with it.
"Damn I wish I though of that," said the prince.
The rpince then bent down and started sobbing into his royal cape. "It was ma, I just know it. She ordered this hit. WHY?!"
As much as he wanted to, Jester couldn't leave the controls to comfort his best friend and prince...no just his best friend. He is no longer a prince to his species. "My pri-" he cut himself off and shook his head "Zakan, I think you should give a speech to the crew. Their moral, I wager, is hanging by a thread."
"What I am going to tell them?" He crying went form that of a sorrowful little boy to that of a troll woman "I am no longer a prince! I am now no better than a peasant running from a an entire species."
Jester sighed and pulled a lever on the wheel, jamming it so the vessel would travel in a strait line. He pulled the throttle back to a cruising speed, got out of his chair, and approached his...former prince.
When Zakan saw his friend approaching form his sobbing stance on the captain's throne, he opened his arms to be embraced by the one who'll probably be the only member of his species who'll remain loyal to him form here on.
He rubbed Zakan's back "My prince, I know I never told you this but..."
The prince sniffled and then hummed "Hmm?"
Jester took a few deep breaths to find the right words, but they were the truth nonetheless "The crew, as much as they make fun of your...gender, your dress-style, and your singing voice. and your mixed gen-"
"Just get to the point, bubby," sniffled Zakan.
"They think of you a monarch. They think of you as a true prince. They don't think much of your mother, but who does?"
Zakan repelled his sadness long enough to raise his head and ask, "How do I know you're telling the trust, Jester?"
"If they didn't think of you as a monarch, they wouldn't have been willing to follow you and take this vessel."
"And I wouldn't have planted that time bomb in the Minge's fuel tank to destroy the other zeppelins," said the engineer.
Zakan finally stopped sobbing, but didn't have the trace of happiness needed to smile...until seconds later. He raised his hed and smiled "You're right. But I am no prince from here on." Zakan then removed his silky, glistening magenta cape, with a solid-gold chain for an adjustable collar. Then his crown, which was like a large hairpin for his entire head form the forehead up. It has real rubies all over it, and was made from solid silver. It had one big pearl at the forehead-part of it. Both these jeweled symbols he had worn since he was a four-foot tall, royal boy of eight-years-old. When he he was first crowned prince. When he was promised, by his mother, to one day be king of his entire species...A promise she had now broken. He approached a shattered window on the right-hand-side of the flight-deck and threw them both out the window, finding a stronger sense of purity, not corruption, as he did.
Jester looked down at the steel badge pinned to his pilot's jacket. It was in the shape of a spread-winged dreadwing, and was centered with an evil, red hand: The Valdin Kingdom Airforce. He proceeded to rip it off, smiling as he did "And I am no longer flight-lieutenant Simon Jester Claw." He ripped it away threw it out the window with a mighty swing.
So Jester and Zakan left the craft to cruise and walked through the narrow hall to the open-air deck where the rest of the hundred survivors waited. When they arrived, they were greeted by the sight of the sad faces on all of them; that of moral that hanged by a fine thread.
But Zakan's confidence was restored as he opened his arms and gave his speech. He first gave it with some sorrow "My amazing crew,...We launched the Courageous Minge on her maiden voyage ten years ago with 400 of the finest soldiers and crewmen our species had ever produced...We are all that's left." His voice and confident tone raised, "BUT! Our queen, the woman who I felt sick calling 'mother' has betrayed us. And the penalty for betrayal is?"
he raised a hand and let his now-confident crew continue, "HANGING!"
The prince continued, "Deaths can be...?"
"AVENGED!"
"And a home can be...?"
"REBUILT!"
"So stay with me, my darlings. For Enola may still-...I mean WILL choke for this!"
"Yaaarg!"
The ripped the badges of the Valdin Kingdom off their uniforms and threw them overboard.
They began to chant as they raised and lowered their rifles, "Zakan! Zakan! Zakan!"
The prince had never felt so much like a monarch in his life. He never knew how loyal his crew were to him all this time.
deviantMIND1:
Please tell me if you enjoyed Prince Zakan's un-crowning.
Would anybody like to see Zakan as one of the mains of my cast? And does anybody have ideas for him?
I apologize for the shortness of this chapter, but I have been exorcizing to lose some fat. I spent a few days at Swan Valley Mental Health too, because I walked in front of a truck and the truckie called the pigs on me. I have been suicidal lately because I have rejected by girls so many times. I feel because I am autistic that I can never find love. Even the girls I meet online don't even give me a chance. I need advice.
Oh if you'd like to see more photo's of me, please say so.
I have a feeling the action scenes in this chapter weren't that good. Can someone please tell me if they were good or not?
Oh and I need advice on how to meet a girl in a country town like mine, Northam. If someone could PM that would be appreciated. While I am in this state of depression and suicidal-thinking, I am certain my stories will be written three times slower than normal.
Oh and to my anonymous review, 'Person' (You need a more original name BTW)
Your kind words give me a bit of moral. I doubt my stories are as good as what you say, but thank you for your support. I am sorry I had to discontinue my other trilogy, but I crewed up big with that one. I have a feeling there are other stories that are better than mine in Spyro The Dragon, though. Do you think you could give me advice on how to get a good life as an autistic in Australia? I feel the only good life I have in on , nowhere else. And the only real sexual experience I've had is with a retarded girl, and that wasn't full intercourse. Have you had success with women? If so, please tell me how I can.