Weapon Rank:
F- to A+
Weapons Grade:
Common
Uncommon
Rare
Unique
Epic
Mythic
Legendary
Godly
Planet Class:
E to SSS+
Neramo: ...Fairly interesting, and I'm having a hard time deciding between your submission and someone else's as you both submitted around the same time each other did. Now, I'm going to be reasonable and go with a compromise and combine both of you and the other person's submission. Regardless, thank you for the submission my friend.
18Dragon: Which universe will it be I wonder... It's up to you to find out in future chapters~!
XxOmNiPoTent PriMorDial GodxX: An interesting submission, and it matches up with what available knowledge there is on the Galactic Imperium's prowess. As I've said in another response to Neramo, you both submitted for the same person - Gabriel, that is - and I'll be combining both of yours as to not cause any disturbances. Anyhow, thank you for the submission good sir!
UndeadLord22: Haha, thanks. Sadly, they will not meet the JSDF, as the chapter had said that they arrived on 'Alnus Hill'. That's where the JSDF establish their foothold in the Special Region from the anime. Michael won't see Earth or a variation of it for a bit, I apologize if you had wanted the Imperials (Galactic Imperium) to meet the Japanese Self Defense Force.
Guest: ...Wonder Woman was already added to the harem, it's called patience my friend. They just have yet to meet.
Blood Winged Fallen Angel: Your submission does not meet the requirements, sorry, you only gave patron, name, and origins. I do, however, appreciate the sentiment.
Potato man the semi omnipotent: Yes, Michael addressing officials at the Diet would've been a funny scene IF the JSDF were in the Special Region, but alas, they're not there - being replaced by the Galactic Imperium it'd make a nice omake as you've said though. Anyhow, the infamous, or famous, grind wars of the grim dark future of Warhammer 40k is something I'll probably try to recreate as I've tried in that scene. Still though, there's potential for the miles of corpses.
AN: Thank you all for your lovely reviews, it's motivation and encouragement for me to continue onwards with this story. :)
[Sneak Peak]
Michael dashed forward, wielding two swords of pure light in each hand, his white long coat billowing in the wind as his swords clashed with a long light blue-haired woman's long rapier. He jumped back as a volley of icicles were launched at him, breaking his clash with the woman as he moved his swords in a blur to cut through the icicles. Michael narrowed his eyes as he sensed the killing intent directed at him triple, forcing him to take a defensive stance, staring warily at the utterly sadistic smile on her face.
"Ho~? Impressive." Esdeath said, whipping her rapier back and forth. "Your skills are much better than I had previously thought, looks like I don't have to hold back on you, and I am quite displeased that you didn't tell me you had a Teigu."
Michael smirked, "You actually thought that the display in the tournament was all I had? I expected more from the Empire's Strongest." He scoffed at her, "And for your information, my Teigu is called Amaterasu, thank you very much."
Amaterasu was more-or-less a cover for his control over light, which had a fairly decent cover story. Amaterasu has the capability to draw and store power from the sun, an unlimited amount if you will, and manipulate said power into 'material' objects - such as the swords Michael is wielding now - or as healing remedy. The power originated from a majestic beast far to the east, a Super-Class Danger Beast, the four-eyed golden lion that crushed the waves of thousands of the first Emperor's forces as they attempted - and did succeed - to harvest its powers as its prowess over the sun completely vaporized most soldiers and completely bypassed the most durable of armors. However, it was soon overwhelmed by the sheer number of soldiers that attacked it and its blood was soon harvested, but only a few drops were collected as the lion had quickly died to its wounds and soon dissipated. To sum it up, its activation is quite similar to Demon's Extract.
Although Esdeath was a bit annoyed at her self-proclaimed 'husband' for his words, she was quite giddy and somewhat aroused on the inside at having a strong lover and will soon rectify his behavior to fit her needs. Little did she know that she was messing with a killer of gods and the Emperor of an galaxy-spanning empire and that SHE will be the one to submit to him.
Previously on The Traversing Gamer...
With that, we set off for the Gate, there was no doubt a plethora of things to see, I especially look forward to finding Epic-grade weapons and above. Although, that might be somewhat of a challenge considering that most of the Gate's soldiers had Common-grade weapons with hardly a Rare-grade one seen among the tens of thousands that were captured and/or killed. It shouldn't have come much as a surprise though, considering that they are PRIMITIVES, I highly doubt that they would have any 'heroes' wielding Epic-grade weapons in their land but I can only hope that I'm wrong as I could do with a few more good weapons and a challenge.
Now...
(Thessaly - Calados - The Gate)
(Michael's POV - One Day Later)
My expectations for both the inside the Gate and the other side of it were well-beyond exceeded. The interior was just an endless sea of black, and our transports lights were the only source of light as it illuminated the 'ground'. The other side however, had unexpected sounds of weapons discharging and the loud firing of artillery pieces, which is a cause of concern in-of-itself as Colonel Hei's forces should've long since then eliminated the enemy forces, and there were no weapons testings scheduled that I was informed of.
I turned my attention to Cross, whom sat across from me and was flipping a silver coin between his fingers, and it was impressive for what was basically a parlor trick. He looked concerned as well at the sound of gunfire, his helmet sat beside him.
"Cross," I said, getting his attention and stopping his coin flipping. "Do you know what's happening?"
"No my lord," He replied, continuing his coin flipping. "However, it'd be best to be prepared for possible enemy engagement."
As our transports neared the exit, I placed my hand on the handle of Gula, prepared to engage whatever lied beyond the Gate as I didn't want to take any risks concerning the safety of my lovers. Although... Now that I think about it... I've actually never seen Cross' fighting style, other than the fact that he had a sword with him during our small trip to Atlas - which could've been a ceremonial weapon more than anything - but I've yet to actually see him fight.
As the Puma APC closed in on the entrance, another Praetorian hopped onto the mounted gun on-top of the Puma, a directed energy beam replacing the standard HMG - which showed that the Puma was heavily modified for me and my lovers protection. The Puma also chimed in to close-range communications the moment it was but a few meters from the exit, which informed me of the situation.
"-ll forces switch to night-vision! Enemy forces are attempting a night raid!"
Considering the fact that there were no cries of distress, it would be safe to say that the Gate is still secure and Colonel Hei has it all under his control for the time being. I hummed, it'd also be the perfect time to test out my weapons if the enemy force is here, my sensory skills more than compensated for the lack of sight under the shroud of darkness.
"Michael...?" Pyrrha cut in concernedly, breaking me from my thoughts.
"Pyrrha, it'll be fine." I soothed her worries, "Besides, this will be a good time to test out our skills after the training I put us through."
It would, considering that the only foes that our skills could be tested on were the Grimm, ID-created enemies, or training drones at the Imperial Palace. The Grimm were no challenge, barring Salem, and training drones were absolutely useless other than their use for target practice. ID-created enemies - particularly Nevada - however, still pose some threat considering that they wield firearms and melee weapons, along with some genetically enhanced forces among the mix but it can get irritating washing my clothes after being sprayed in red and yellow blood. Regardless, my level still hadn't changed as I more-or-less focused on making my wives stronger and capable of defending themselves from the likes of Salem. Pyrrha sat at level eighty-four, Glynda at level eight-six, Velvet at eighty-one, and Winter at seventy-nine with the intense training I put them through they should be capable of matching up to Ozpin within a few weeks at best, as they're capable of at least matching a few veteran Hunter teams.
Soon enough, the Puma sped through the Gate, and I heard the slightly suppressed gunfire through the chassis of my transport along with the constant thumping of artillery fire along with an unexpected message.
Welcome to the World of GATE: Jieitai Kano Chi nite, Kaku Tatakaeri!
Universes Traveled Total: [2]
"My lord, we're stopping here and unloading the transport." The Praetorian driving said, cutting through my reading with the Puma coming to an abrupt stop soon thereafter. "It'd be best to be ready for combat my Emperor."
With that, Cross stood up and went towards the ramp that was beginning to open up, flipping a coin up and down in one hand as he equipped his helmet with the other and I followed, drawing Gula in a high ready position behind him. Pyrrha and the others drew their respective weapons, the former drawing her javelin and shield, Velvet forming a hard light version of Light Arrow, Glynda infused her riding crop with Haki, and Winter drew her saber with the famous Schnee glyph following.
As the ramp touched the ground, Cross' coin landed back in his hand at the same time, and he dashed out with a remarkable speed - but still leagues below my own. The few Imperial Marines that were sent to greet us were left shell-shocked at my Captain-General running past them and towards the source of gunfire. I suppose he's looking for the enemy forces for whatever reason.
Soon enough, an Imperial Marine recovered from his shock and went to bow before me.
"My Emperor and Empresses," He said, head down low. "Our most sincere apologies for this unexpected attack on the base during your visit. We shall take any punishment you deem necessary with shame."
"No, that isn't necessary." I waved him off. "While you should've expected a follow-up wave from the enemy soon after their defeat, I cannot fault you for it. Just direct me towards your Colonel."
"Thank you, we are not worthy of your mercy my lord." He said reverently. "Colonel Hei is in the command center up ahead, over there." He pointed towards a hastily-erected tent that had a pair of Imperial Marines on either side of the entrance.
"Ah, thank you very much." I told him, and he merely bowed. "Let's get going."
With that, I set off for the designated tent, my wives following as well as we passed Imperial forces that kneeled and bowed their heads at the sight of us with respect. A pair of Praetorians following us to the tent, the two standing guard at the tent bowed as I went through the tent flaps and was met with Colonel Hei along with a few other officers issuing orders. However, they stopped when they spotted us and immediately bowed soon thereafter.
"My Emperor!" Colonel Hei spoke up, his head still low. "I would like to thoroughly apologize for this unprecedented attack my lord."
I sighed, "It's fine, as long as they're not breaking past your defenses then it's all good." I told him. "What's the enemy force composition?"
"From the reports that came in from drones and scouting groups, the enemy forces originally numbered at approximately a hundred thousand - now three-tenths of that with this being the fourth offensive." He told me, and I was surprised at the sheer numbers that they have. "As we speak, the remaining thirty thousand or so enemy troops are marching on this base in a last-ditch attempt to eliminate us my lord."
I hummed, "Colonel, my wives and I will engage the enemy." I told him, and he spluttered in surprise.
"B-But my Emperor! I must protest-!" I cut him off.
"Colonel, we are more than capable of handling a few soldiers that couldn't stand up to your forces despite having superior numbers." I coolly said, "Are you implying that we cannot fight for ourselves Colonel Hei?"
"N-No my lord, I am concerned for you and the Empresses safety should you fight the enemy." He told me submissively. "At the very least, allow us to send with you a contingent of Imperial Marines."
"No, Colonel, this is a test of skill for us and us only. There will be no interference." This silenced him for awhile until he eventually replied back.
"As you wish my Emperor..." He told me faithfully.
With that, I turned around and left the tent, my wives going into combat stances once more as we reached the defensive line where we received incredulous looks from the defenders as we hopped over the small wall of sandbags but none of them made a move to stop us but they did stop firing which also caused those whom didn't see us to cease fire as well. With no risk of friendly fire from my own people, I increased my pace as I just barely saw the outlines of - what I can assume - the enemy and brought Gula to bare, aimed at them.
Whilst my speed was at its height, I jumped with the momentum carrying me I glided across the ground, and fanned Gula, firing off six shots at six enemies - killing each of them instantly as their feeble armor provided no protection to the fifty calibre rounds. However, their bodies turned deathly pale and wisps of white from their bodies went into Gula, causing its brown highlights to glow as I slid my feet across the grass in a semi-dramatic landing.
[Gula Stored Souls] - [6] = 60,000 HP/MP
How interesting, a single soul is worth ten thousand mana or health? This battle will definitely be of benefit to me, but sadly, no EXP gained as their levels are no doubt far lower than mine. My sensory skills however, brought my attention to the thousand or so enemy troops gathering around me, no doubt finding me out due to my use of firearms. Before they could advance on me their right flank was decimated by a white blur and streaks of purple, telling me that both Winter and Glynda took them down if the bodies that are being sent flying and frozen were any indication. A dozen enemy soldiers to my right suddenly had blue hard light arrows rammed into their necks, and a score of them was instantaneously incapacitated as they soon realized that their legs were broken, twisted around in odd angles. Pyrrha and Velvet, unlike Glynda and Winter whom were experienced Huntresses before meeting me, had taken a bit of time to get used to killing beings other than Grimm, something that I am quite concerned about.
Hopefully, there would be no mental scarring as that is something I fear greatly, and that they would have realized that they may have to eventually kill their fellow man before they decided to become Huntresses at Beacon. However, I disregarded that for the moment and I focused on the few hundred roman-like soldiers in-front of myself that my wives left for me. Using (Time Manipulation), I slowed down the world around me, only having a small bubble of real-time around me to fire off as many shots as possible towards the enemy vanguard. As I fired scores of bullets - them slowing down once they reached outside the bubble - (Firearms Mastery) leveled up quick.
As I returned time back to normal, the scores of rounds I shot at them cut through them in multiple volleys and in some cases, going through their original target and hitting the person behind them - filling Gula with a vast quantity of souls. White wisps came off their bodies in large amounts as well and shot towards Gula.
[Gula Stored Souls] - [104] = 1,040,000 HP/MP
I whistled as I spun Gula with my index finger, a hundred or so enemies killed easily just like that. However, there were still one or two hundred of them left and they looked positively scared as they witnessed their comrades get cut down easily by a flash of light and before I could unleash another volley, flashes of silver tore through them. I raised both brows in surprise as with my keen eyes I easily saw that the projectiles were... silver coins, ones similar to the one Cross was flipping earlier.
I blinked and Cross suddenly appeared in front of me, flipping the very same silver coin in one hand, the other hand shifting a stack of coins. Whatever enemy forces were left were destroyed by Cross' coins, which I should contemplate whether or not to be displeased at him stealing my kills.
"My Emperor," Cross spoke up, bowing briefly. "I knew you would come to the battlefield, so I had cut down the enemy force for you and the Empresses."
"I see..." I said, "Although, did you really have to steal my kills?"
He chuckled embarrassedly, "My apologies my Emperor, but it was too tempting, considering that I have sworn an oath to protect you and the Empresses."
"Right," I told him blandly. "Let's go now, my wives should be done with their enemy engagements."
Cross nodded, and he followed behind me as I set off for Pyrrha and Velvet - whom were finishing off their targets with close-quarters combat - as the aura-less enemy soldiers were torn apart, their feeble and thin armor doing absolutely nothing to protect them from the Hunter-grade weaponry. I ignored the several debilitated soldiers scattered across the battlegrounds that Pyrrha and Velvet created, scorch marks and some trace amounts of bullet casings were spread around here and there. The scene I came upon was... concerning, to say the least.
Pyrrha stood over a heavily injured enemy soldier, the latter being on his knees as the former stood over him with her javelin-turned rifle, she looked conflicted as the barrel of her rifle was inches away from the man's forehead. However, I widened my eyes in panic as the soldier slowly pulled out a dagger from behind his back, I drew Gula quickly and fired off two shots in my panic.
One bullet pierced his side, and the other went through the side of his head, killing him instantaneously as his body fell on his side with blood seeping out the two newly-created bullet sized holes. I quickly put away Gula - its barrel still smoking - into my coat, and jogged over to Pyrrha, whom looked shocked as she looked at the body of the soldier.
[Gula Stored Souls] - [105] = 1,050,000 HP/MP
"Pyrrha, are you okay?" I asked immediately.
"Y-You... killed him." She stuttered, "W-Why?"
"He was drawing a weapon," I explained, placing a hand on her shoulder. "He would've attacked you, and that is something I will NOT allow, I understand your hesitance to kill something other than the Grimm but do not hesitate before your enemy or they will take advantage of it."
"I-I'm sorry..."
I sighed, and brought Pyrrha close in a hug with one arm, putting my forehead to hers. "It's okay Pyrrha, just don't worry me like that again." I told her in a light tone of voice. "I couldn't bare to see you hurt, not like last time..."
Pyrrha merely nuzzled her head into the crook of my neck and from behind her I saw Velvet pouting at us, her hard light version of Light Arrow dissipating. I chuckled and brought up my other arm and gestured for her to come over to which she came into my other arm and imitated Pyrrha in nuzzling my neck, her rabbit ears being perked up. I gently rubbed Pyrrha's back with one hand whilst I did the same to Velvet's Faunus set of ears - to which Velvet moaned as Faunus parts were particularly sensitive.
However, I released them from my hold - much to their disappointment - as we were still in a battlefield teeming with enemies, Glynda and Winter having long since then finished off their respective targets with efficiency expected from that of trained Huntresses as they met up with us, the few thousand or so remaining enemy troops beginning to surround us in a - what I assume - desperate move to kill at least one of their enemies.
Cross stood in front of us, both hands happening to be filled with a stack of silver coins that he moved around in his hands, and I smirked. It seems like a good chance to do some bonding with my wives in combat, along with honing our teamwork. With that, I drew Gula and another revolver from my inventory, Luxuria - or Lust - being silver with green highlights.
[The Seven Sins - Luxuria]
Rank: A-
Grade: Epic
Durability: 50,000/50,000
Description: Luxuria is one of [The Seven Sins], seven double-barreled magnums created by (Michael Nobles), Luxuria is meant to force the target to fight for your side should it hit its intended target, making them see the user as a being that they should worship and sacrifice their lives for - or if your target is the opposite gender of you, you'll be the object of lust and love as the targets will fight for your attention against your enemies. It should be noted, however, that this is an MP-grade weapon, meaning that it requires Mana to use its secondary form of bullets, otherwise it's just a plain heavy-duty magnum.
Effects:
Allied Transformation
Object of Worship/Lust
200 Physical Damage
100 Magical Damage
Luxuria was a means to even the odds, even with us being far more powerful than all of them combined I'd rather not have us surrounded on all sides by enemy forces. I opened the chamber of Luxuria, six bullets with wisps of green coming off them were present and I clicked it back to its place as I raised both Gula and Luxuria, pointed towards the vanguard of the enemy phalanx. Oh this will be so much fun~!
(Earth - Olympus - Olympian Throne Room - Percy Jackson and the Olympians Universe)
(Third Person POV - Several Months After the First Titanomachy)
Zeus, still having not yet reached his stage of a power-hungry and paranoid God of the Skies, sat amongst his newly-created throne directly connected to his domain. As he and his siblings still basked in the victory over their father after a long ten-year war that decimated the planet, a pitch black ovular portal appeared in-front of them to which they raised their divine weapons - barring Hestia, the ever peaceful eldest daughter of Kronos - at the portal warily.
What came through however, was what none of them expected as the twenty-foot Olympians were suddenly smashed against the floor in a incredible display of power from the six foot man that came through said portal in attire that they've never seen before and with a presence far far far stronger than their father's, so much so that his power is like comparing the Death Star to an ant, a bloody ANT! Zeus and his siblings barely came out of their fight with their father and his allies alive, but to see a being that's millions of times stronger than their father? They were in the right to be scared of this man-no, Primordial.
Zeus - the self-proclaimed King of Olympus - spoke up from his spot in the marble floor, "W-Who...Are...You?" He barely managed to grunt out as the pressure intensified by double, restricting his hand from using his Lightning Bolt.
"Me?" Noble said, pointing to himself to which he received only groans in response. "Well, let's just say my name isn't important right now, I'm here because I've come to set-up an alliance between you and another divine entity." He said, and they barely managed to process the words as the pressure kept on coming, but they knew that this was certainly not the way to forge alliances. "I'm going to be incredibly specific so that you guys don't fuck it up, got it?" Groans. "Good, in a couple millennia give-or-take, a powerful man - not as powerful as I of course - named Michael Nobles will come before you and you will NEED his help with his armies, for this war is only the beginning. You will need to arrange what's basically a political-marriage - if you can figure out what that means - with not one, not two, but THREE goddesses. They have to be virgin-goddesses as well." There were some sounds of confusion from the five out of six Olympians, but they knew better than to question the powerful man. "If you guys fuck up, then I'm coming for your heads~." He raised his voice to that of a 'true' god, which knocked out Demeter and Hera from the resonating power.
With that, Noble left through the very same portal he came through, leaving behind four recovering Olympians and two unconscious ones confused and scared, but compliant to the being's orders as they knew very well that said being more than likely meant it when he said he was coming for their heads should they, as he puts it, 'fuck it up'.
Far beyond the reach of Earth, a certain female creator of the universe witnessed the whole scene, and was very interested in this 'powerful man' that was coming in a few millennia, a possible chance at this fabled 'love' as they call it? She mused.
Galatic Imperium Event Calendar:
Updated: 10:44, 4/23/1 RTE (Return of The Emperor)
-The Emperor, the Empresses, and the Captain-General of the Praetorian Guard engage armies of primitive soldiers in close quarters combat beyond the Gate, bringing up some concerns with High Command back at Thessaly.
-The fifth Defender-Class Dreadnought/Supercarrier is built, and is designated eloquently the name of the GIS Emperor's Shield, being given to both the Praetorian Guard and Queens' Guard to crew as the Emperor and Empresses personal vessel.
-Dyson Ring around Titanicus nears five percent completion, it is estimated that the orbital defense ring/orbital shipyards will be completed within two years at maximum construction speed.
Galatic Imperium Codex: By Admiral Gree
Updated: 11:21, 4/23/1 RTE (Return of The Emperor)
Entry: Praetorian/Queens' Guard Combat:
The Praetorians and Queens' Guard, protectors and servants to the Emperor and Empresses are expected to be the best of the very best as they were chosen to be the guardians of the Emperor and Empresses, so it should be expected that a majority of them have a unique fighting style. Captain-General Cross for example, launches silver coins as a incredibly-fast projectile with honed skill and experience alongside his natural talent at swordsmanship. Queens' Guard Kara Lanius uses a unique weapon hybrid of a whip and a sword, a snake-sword as she puts it, and uses it to wrap it around her enemies or cut them at long distances with frightening accuracy, making for a deadly foe in both CQC and long-distanced combat as she is also a master of the sword. From the examples, you can see that every royal guard has a fighting style that's unique to them, even if some of them seem a bit odd, they're still not to be underestimated as all fighting styles employed by said guards are LETHAL.
AN: Whole lot of action these past chapters, eh? Although, it is to be expected considering its the only category that I'm exceptional at in this whole damn story, since I'm shit at all the other ones. Anyhow, I'll be vacationing to Okinawa for a few days, so I won't be working on the next chapter for a bit sadly, but do not fret! I'll still keep up with my weekly updates at this story, and for those of you who didn't realize it yet, Michael's stats, skills, and his weapons are on my profile along with the POLLS.
With the mention of the latter, here are the results so far~!
With a surprising turn of events, Lieutenant Mara Tharamel of The Imperial Royal Navy takes first place with seven votes to her name! Captain-General Marcus Cross of The Praetorian Guard is at second place with five votes to his name. General Janatis Fayden of The Emperor's Fists is at third place with three votes to his name, Warlord of Imperial Military HIGHCOM is at fourth place with two votes to his name. Captain Hajime Kai of ISF Fireteam Legacy , General Velnon Zeracly of The Blackwoods Summoners, and General Phaeton White of The Imperial Special Forces are all tied for fifth with one vote to each of their names.
Please do vote my good readers~!
Glynda Nobles
Titles:
Third Goddess-Empress of the Galactic Imperium - You are revered as a goddess and an empress by many, so much so that the title becomes reality, access to S-X Security Clearance, MAX REP to all Imperials.
Wife of Michael Nobles - This title is permanent, allowing for you to be aware of your husband's movements and if they're in immediate danger. Will not take available title slots. Grants shared inventory and (Minor) access to (The Gamer).
Race: Divine Entity [False]
Level: 86
EXP: 5200/17200
HP: 37,200/37,200 (Regeneration: 620 HP per minute) (Increased by 2,000% for Worship)
MP: 1,341,900/1,341,900 (Regeneration: 13,900 MP per minute) (Increased by 2,000% for Worship)
AP: 18,000/18,000 (Regeneration: 9,000 AP per hour)
STR: 47
VIT: 62 (30 HP per point, 10 HP regeneration per point)
AGI: 40
INT: 142 (150 MP per point)
WIS: 139 (100 MP regeneration per point)
CHR: 52 (30 = 82)
LUC: 11
AUR: 60 (300 AP per point, 150 AP regeneration per point)
Description: Glynda Nobles is a former professor and deputy for Beacon Academy, she is married to (Michael Nobles) and her former surname was 'Goodwitch'. Glynda, now free of the stress of being a professor and now a 'Goddess-Empress' of the Galactic Imperium, lives a happy life with Michael. While at first peeved at sharing him with others - her own students no less! - she eventually accepted it and is a faithful wife to him which she hopes lasts for a lifetime and more.
CHALLENGE:-! I have a challenge for you folks! This one will be ongoing throughout the whole story, create another military branch BUT! In dedication to each of the women in Michael's harem, for example, Pyrrha would have the Nike Legion (Nike - The Greek Goddess of Victory) with them being a CQC based branch with few firearms, they serve as her personal army and field agents alongside the Queens' Guard and Praetorian Guard.
So basically!
Their patron, name, numbers, combat focus, weaponry, origins, purpose!
I look forward to your submissions guys!
Pyrrha - (Submission Received)
Velvet - (Submission Received)
Glynda - (Submission Received)
Winter - (Submission Received)
Erza Scarlet - (Available)
Mirajane Strauss - (Available)
Athena - (Available)
Boa Hancock - (Available)
Saeko Busujima - (Available)
Esdeath - (Submission Received)
Leone - (Available)
Artemis - (Available)
Gabriel - (Submissions Received)
Hestia - (Submission Received)
Wonder Woman - (Available)
Omake: Motherly Concern
(Thessaly - Imperial City - Imperial Special Forces Headquarters)
(Third Person POV)
General Phaeton White rubbed his beard as he overlooked a holographic map of the galaxy, blue indicating Galactic Imperium territory - which is not even one percent of the entire map - red indicating hostile territory, gray indicating neutral territory, and green indicating allied territory. He internally mused at the very large amount of red on the map, doing mental plans to send his forces to break enemy supply lines or delay gather-ups of hostile fleets.
However, he blinked as he felt a small tug on the hem of his plants and he looked down and his gray eyes met a large pair of green ones. The child looked no older than a single year old as she raised both arms up at him adorably, and Phaeton bent down and picked up the vaguely familiar blonde-haired child from under her arms and raised her up to eye-level to which she gurgled excitedly at.
"Who are you little one and how did you get in here?" He questioned, to which the little blonde-haired girl gurgled, and he chuckled. "Right, you're incapable of words at this age."
Before the General could continue, he felt ISF HQ suddenly shake and he looked up in surprise as the girl merely giggled - not aware of what was going on with her toddler mind. He was about to call in one of his Commandos but it appeared that one came by himself as the ISF Commando burst into the room with a panicked run, his armor and fatigues having multiple cuts and scratches all across it as he panted heavily.
"G-General!" The Commando panted, still trying to catch his breath.
"Calm down son, take a deep breath before speaking and tell me what happened to you." Phaeton told his subordinate, and he nodded gratefully as the toddler looked on with curious eyes.
As the Commando took deep breaths, ISF HQ shook once more - intensifying as Phaeton could start vaguely hearing the shouts and screams of his Commandos coming closer - and the ISF soldier had managed to get his voice back as well, saying a few words that froze him on the spot.
"E-Empress Pyrrha is... a-attacking us sir." The Commando told him and right at that moment an angry and pissed off voice came through.
"HELENA!" One very angry-Pyrrha shouted, her voice reverberating throughout the building.
General Phaeton White slowly turned his head towards the child in his hands playing with his beard with her little hands as he soon realized why the child seemed so vaguely familiar, and his face paled at the realization that he picked up Goddess-Princess Helena Nobles, which brought the attention of one very overtly concerned mother. However, before he could continue thinking about his mistakes, incredibly loud footsteps started to be heard, and it was coming closer and closer followed by the panicked shouts and screams of whatever ISF Commandos were outside his office combined with the clanking of metal.
When the footsteps were indefinitely close, the shouts of ISF Commandos ceased and the footsteps along with it, General Phaeton had a bead of sweat form on his forehead as he stared at the metal door uneasily that suddenly had a dozen dents in it followed by the horrendous screeching of metal on metal in but a few seconds. Phaeton almost passed out at the sheer power that his Empress was exerting as she stood in the doorframe, looking absolutely murderous and behind her were the multiple unconscious bodies of ISF Commandos spread about in the room to her back her. It was certainly a sight he would never forget as several ISF Commandos had their heads planted through a wall, one being smashed into a plant pot, another through a window, and even one hanging on a still-spinning ceiling fan!
He froze as an overwhelming sense of dread came over him, and said intent was coming directly from Pyrrha herself as she stared at Phaeton and the toddler in his still-frozen hands that still didn't quite understand what was going on as she gurgled happily at the sight of her mother. Before Phaeton could bow or even speak, Helena was already in Pyrrha's hands and he was suddenly pierced by his BDU's into the wall behind him by warped rods of steel and the Commando that was with him was picked up with the metal on his body, and he whimpered before he abruptly flew up into the ceiling - the lower half of his body dangling from the concrete. Pyrrha marching out of the room, and past the hallway filled with groaning ISF Commandos, leaving behind one General Phaeton stuck to the wall and a Commando half-way into the ceiling.
When news of the ISF HQ being torn apart by Empress Pyrrha looking for Goddess-Princess Helena went out, it caused many to be wary and to keep a look out for the children of the Emperor and Empresses as they definitely do not want to incur the wrath of the Empresses on them, and most certainly not Emperor Michael.