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The reader entered the archives, this time Slim Prime was sitting on his chair reading from his tablet. The Planeswalker looked up to see the reader enter.
"Ah, Welcome reader to the next chapter." Slim Prime greeted. "As you probably heard we have a new-"
"Do you have the tape?" A muffled voice said.
"Hell yeah I do, but will we get our asses beat for this?" A quieter feminine voice in the background asked.
"Aren't you into that, never mind hit it." The voice shouted out,
Only for the door to blow down as All star started to play over a stereo. As Rogue-eL struts in porcelain mask on his face with a very timmed looking anthropomorphic cat with honey blonde hair, her tail flicking with curiosity on how the captain would feel about the entrance song.
"Sup bitches, and ladies." Rogue says as the tape cuts out. "I am hear to present to you Fluffy 5.0, now with fourth wall breaking bullshit, and this time not wanting to kill everyone and commit mass genocide, I call her Honey."
"Crusader is going to probably hurt you if he heard that… buuuut then again he has been being a dumb dumb right now and HASN'T TALKED TO ME IN FOREVER!" She yelled over her shoulder as if she was expecting someone to hear her.
Meanwhile in the ship's armory, a man in a disheveled U.S. Army uniform bolts awake with a half cleaned M2a1 .50 cal disassembled right next him. "What the fuck? Did the decoy fail?" He quietly went back to cleaning the service gun.
"Door I have to replace." Slim Prime finished, his face scrunching up into a smile/frown. "You two…" Slim sighed. "To what do I owe the pleasure this time. More smut to toss around the room while I'm trying to work? Or did one of you do something the other didn't like and now you're here to whine to me?"
"You said we could tell the ButterDick story!" Honey said, indeed whining at him as her ears flopped to the sides of her head.
"I do not recall saying words in that order." Slim countered.
"No please slim go on," Rogue says the mouth of the mask splitting into a grin as a black liquid seeps out slightly. "Also hush Honey, Crusader is busy with a plastic knife in his back," Rogue states, the scene shifting to crusader in a hospital bed with a giant human size plastic knife sticking out of his back.
"But back on topic Slimmm~~~." Rogue starts, "What is this butterdick story?" Rogue says grabbing slim and placing him down into the chair breaking through the chair and onto a massive tendril, as another one reached into slims pocket grabbed something and threw the vox vid at the readers.
"You go watch the vid, we will be having a talk."
Guest reviews:
Guest 1: (reply by Rogue-eL) Yes Morgan Freeman is the best voice for God in a meme way, in an all powerful way I would have to say Liam Neeson just imagine hearing that voice over above as he is like. "I know who you are, I know where you are, and I will find you and I will save you." but in the Taken voice line.
Guest 2: (reply by Polish Man AKA Czechus) *Appears out of nowhere, while holding a vodka* - Listen here young man, You have no idea what kind of supernatural strings I had to pull to be able to answer - so listen. Russ and werewolf girl is going to happen. Why? BECAUSE IS IT SO GOD-DAMN CUTE! Lana is already shipped with John, and we ain't no playing with some weird relationship's triangles. This is not Twilight. I sacrificed too much to make this possible! This ship is fortified!
"He had to suck my dick." Rogue interjects.
"YoU wIsH"
"I don't but Slaanesh does."
"I can hear his angry typing now…" Honey whispered over Rogues shoulder.
"...I need more vodka for this…" Takes a large gulp and disappears with the sound of an accordion..
NJred2000: (reply by Slim A Lou): Hello NJ! I am glad you like the story its always noise to have another follower around the ship!
Markus sent John and Layvelth to bed after Hestia's mother arrived, as it was a school night he had to get up early tomorrow. When he left Markus turned to Rhea, who was still baby talking Eliot who was giggling with every word.
"Lady Rhea-" Markus began but Rhea cut in politely.
"No need to call me Lady, son, please call me mother or mom." Rhea interjected smiling, as if silently laughing at her own joke.
"Mom!" Hestia cried embraced.
Rhea giggled like a schoolgirl. "Oh, I'm sorry honey I couldn't resist as Markus is my first true son-in-law. You may call me Rhea if it makes you uncomfortable to call me mom."
Markus cleared his throat after he regained his composure. "I can call you… mom if you prefer it."
"Oh yes I do." Rhea answered hastily, still smiling.
"Mom," Rhea's smile got bigger. "This might be an inappropriate thing to ask at this time but I must know if your son sent you here."
"It is quite alright to ask such a thing son, after all from the greetings I received here I can only guess that your people and my son and his fellow gods are not on the best of terms with your people. Knowing him he was probably put off by the existence of my grandson. Unfortunately, he inherited his father's paranoia." Rhea replied, giving Eliot back to Hestia. "But as to your question, no my son did not send me here. I sensed that my daughter was carrying a child so I thought that I may pay her a visit after I missed John's birth."
She pouted. "I am still angry at myself for missing my Hestia's first son's birth. When I finally got around to it, he was already with you and I thought it unwise to visit you without knowing who I was. I made sure I would be here when my second grandchild was born."
"How did you know that I was going to have another child mom?" Hestia asked, surprised that her mother knew that ahead of her.
"Oh, I thought if you had a child with a man than the next wouldn't be too fair behind. I hope you enjoyed your first time Hestia." Rhea commented deviously.
It had its intended effect as the temperature in the room soured along with Hestia's face turning bright red. Her mother laughed before turning her smile.
"I'm glad you decided to find someone you were willing to break your vow with. I knew one day you would, it's not good to linger in the past." Her smile faded slightly. "especially when it's a source of pain."
"How did you know that Hestia and I… fornicated." Markus asked as Hestia's face got redder.
"Oh, I wouldn't call it fornication son. If Hestia decided to give herself to anyone It would be because she truly loved someone, that would make what you two did lovemaking. But I can tell when a child is born of more supernatural means, that child tends to be a little stronger in their mystical selves. John's godly side is a little bit more pronounced than little Eliot. Though I can tell that John takes more after his father than he does from you, daughter."
"I'm not surprised." Markus whispered to himself. "I take it your son Zeus will be less than pleased once he finds out that you came here."
"My son has no say in where I choose to go. If I want to go visit my daughter, my son-in-law, or my grandkids then I shall." Rhea replied definitely.
Markus relented and did not touch on the subject again. Markus looked between the two and decided it might be wise to give them some time alone. He said his farewells and kissed Hestia on the check, Rhea cooing as he did. Once Markus was out of earshot, Rhea turned to her daughter and asked a question that had been on her mind ever since she sensed John's birth.
"So how did you meet him?" Rhea asked excitedly.
And so, Hestia went over the tale on how she met the love of her life. How they met in his pizza store and how they began dating and spending time together. How he disappeared on her and how she panicked and began searching for him. How she was attacked in the Iron Bar and how she smited the man she fell for. How she was freed from the Fates' influence and how she fought that strange fire creature. Her meeting with her brother and her most recent date with her love, she skipped out on the last part of that night. However, Rhea was not about to let it go.
"How was he?" Rhea asked, getting that same smile she had when she asked about the subject.
"MOM!" Hestia protested.
"Did he make you scream? Did you call out his name?" Rhea asked, ignoring her protests.
"Mom please, it's embarrassing!"
"I'm sorry dear you're just so cute when you're embarrassed." Rhea giggled.
Said goddess pouted even more, which served only to add to Rhea's giggling.
"Oh, my daughter I am so happy! You have such handsome sons, maybe you should try for some daughters hmm."
Hestia lowered her head in embarrassment, she resigned herself to the fact that her mother would not let her forget her choices until the end of times.
Moments later came a knock at the door. Hestia called for the person to enter to find the Valley's blacksmith entering the room. Forge bowed his head slightly in greeting before speaking.
"Good evening Hestia, congratulations on having another child. I would add but I have a feeling you have heard all of the congratulations the English language can convey."
"Thank you Forge." Hestia thanked him, before gesturing to her mother. "This is my mother Rhea."
"Hello Forge." Rhea greeted smiling.
"Greetings Rhea, it is a pleasure to meet you." Forge replied before looking back to Hestia. "I wanted to inform you that the Cross residence has been expanded to accommodate the projected accommodations that might…" He paused for a moment to think of the right word. "Arrive."
Hestia was a little confused. "The house is already large in comparison to normal housing. Just how much bigger did it get?"
"Based on the normal family sizes for knight families when considered that you are… partnered with an Original. We have added enough rooms to house fifteen kids with their own rooms." Forge answered thoughtfully.
Hestia was in shock, her mother was over the moon. The thought of having so many grandchildren to spoil made her very excited for the future.
"W-why do Originals have so many children?" Hestia asked after returning from her shock.
Forge raised an eyebrow in question before lowering in finding the answer to his question himself. He had forgotten that Hestia did not know much about faction social culture. He was amusing because she already knew Markus wasn't planning on having many kids given who he was "married" to. Despite that the question was asked and he would answer.
"You misunderstand, Original families are by comparison smaller than normal faction families." Forge answered simply. "On average a normal knight family might have twenty to twenty-five children, Viking families tend to reach the thirties, and Samurai families tend to stay in the tens." Seeing Hestia's mortified face, Forge chose to give her some "good" news. "Though they tend to have them over the course of their life. Most of the time they might have two or three children in ten-year gaps."
The Hearth goddess was now frozen stiff. Seeing as her daughter was now trapped within her thoughts choose this time to ask a question. She had noticed that many knights were around the valley when she was brought to the hospital.
"Forge," Forge turned his head to look at Rhea. "I was wondering with such high birth rates why are there so few people around? I would think after hearing that this place would be a buzz with people."
Forge's face fell over so slightly. "Mortality rates are somewhat high among the factions. With a "normal" year the factions on average might lose around forty-five to sixty-seven warriors yearly."
That snapped Hestia out of her thoughts. A few moments ago she was thinking of having fifteen children all running around playing with each other, while she and Markus watched. It was scary but it was a good kind of scary. Sure, she was scared of having to care for each one but now she thought of seeing one of her children dead. With that Forge just told her it was a high possibility it might happen. On instinct she held her newly born son closer to her like a monster was prowling the area around her waiting for a chance to pounce. The very thought of losing John or Eliot was too much for Hestia to bare.
Seeing Hestia's discomfort with the subject. Forge ended the discussion before it could go on any further.
"This should be a joyous moment for you. I am sorry I turned the mood negative. I shall take my leave now." Forge apologized before leaving the room.
"He seems nice." Rhea commented on the angel. But Hestia was still deep in thought. Rhea placed her hand on her shoulder. "My daughter, do not worry about what is to come, look upon the joy you have now. Let that comfort you while you are in doubt."
She looked up at her mother, and nodded. Eliot made a noise and reached a hand up towards her's, almost as if he could feel her uncertainty and wanted to comfort her. She smiled at her child, she promised herself that she would not let anyone hurt her family.
Rhea looked towards the window and sighed. "It seems your brothers are up in arms. I will be back my dear."
Rhea got up and made her way towards the exit.
Meanwhile
Artemis was watching as the titaness Rhea entered that valley, her father's mother now being led into the stronghold of their enemies. She knew she could not intervene as there were two other gods standing right there. So, she did the only thing she could, she returned to Olympus to report that happened.
Zeus and Poseidon did not take the news well.
"She is WHERE!" Poseidon demanded.
"I saw her enter the Iron Legion's stronghold, she went of her own accord." Artemis replied trying to calm the two seething gods.
"That doesn't matter!" Zeus roared. "She would not be anywhere near any of those knights in the first place, even less so near a stronghold belonging to them."
Artemis made sure to avoid telling them that this valley seemed to be their main base. If she said it was just A stronghold then that bought her time to extract her son. The opportunity was getting near, with the war going on more and more warriors were being called to the front lines. She just needed their defenses to be weak enough so she could slip in and get her son, this time without anyone the wiser.
All she needed was time.
"We will launch a full-on assault right now!" Zeus declared.
Or maybe not.
"Yes, we need every demigod ready to attack as soon as possible." Poseidon agreed.
"You mean we are going to war?" Ares asked excitedly as a child on Christmas day. "About time I will go get my stuff!"
As Ares ran out the door, Athena took this time to try and calm down her father.
"Father I do not feel that this is a wise course-" Athena started but was immediately cut off.
"They could be doing Chaos knows what to her in that Stronghold!" Zeus roared. "I will not stand by and let them do what they will with her!"
"My children won't have to fight will they?" Aphrodite asked, frightened for her children.
"All our children will march on this stronghold; nothing will stop us from rescuing mom!" Poseidon answered getting a nod of agreement from Zeus.
Ares soon came back in his armor and carrying weapons of different types. He also brought along a large scroll of paper and laid it out in the center of the room. It was a detailed map of the United States, with roads, city names and everything else. He called to the rest of the gods in the room to his map so they could begin drawing up plans for their attack. Ares was like a kid showing off all his favorite toys to the rest of the kids he was with. Zeus and Poseidon joined him at the map and began to speak of ways of attack after getting Artemis to tell them where the stronghold was.
The only gods present who were not fully into the attack planning where the twin archers, though Artemis was paying attention to what was being said just choosing not to add anything to it, Athena, who believed attacking this stronghold was a bad idea, Hermes, was in the same boat with Athena, Dionysus, who rolled his eyes and went back to camp half blood, Hephaestus, as he was more worried about the disappearance of one of his daughters, Demeter, who was more worried about her children having to fight, and Aphrodite, who shared a similar mindset with Demeter.
The rest of the gods were involved or helping where they could with coming up with ideas of attack. While this was going on the doors to the chamber opened allowing a certain someone to enter. The god planning for the attack went wide eyed. Rhea had entered the chamber with a looking of pure disappointment on her face.
""MOM!"" Zeus and Poseidon cried out running to her.
They were about to hug her when she raised her hand making them coming to a dead stop confused. She adopted a sad look on her face.
"My sons, I know you take my protection very seriously, but you are overreacting." Rhea commented in a saddened tone.
"But mom Artemis said you were taken by the Iron Legion." Zeus countered in a worried tone.
"You make it sound like I said she was a kidnapped father." Artemis remarked idly to herself, while also praising Chaos that Rhea had arrived to stop their foolishness.
"Artemis is right Zeus, I was not kidnapped I went to these knights of my own volition." Rhea said, putting a calming hand on her sons' shoulders. "I was unharmed during my short stay there."
"But you were taken at sword point." Poseidon added from Artemis' report.
"I was escorted with caution my son, I am your mother after all. It only makes sense that they would want to make sure I was not trying to gain information on them." Rhea answered him. "I just went to visit Hestia and her newest son."
That shocked the whole room into silence, none of them had seen Hestia since she left with her son and the being who claimed to be the Creator of the universe. They all knew that she would probably be with her son but to throw her lot in with the knights was not something they were expecting of the Goddess of family. However, Rhea said newest son could only mean.
"They had another child of true love!?" Aphrodite squealed out.
A smile came to her face. "No dear, the normal mortal way."
The room went dead quiet, before Aphrodite let out a high-pitched squeal that would have shattered normal windows. She ran over to the nearest god, which happened to be Hermes, and pulled him into a hug before bouncing up and down like a schoolgirl while yelling something about "love overcomes all". However the mood was not so joyous for some of the gods, one in particular.
"She broke her oath!" Zeus demanded. "How dare she-"
"Enough Zeus." Rhea ordered causing the god to shut his mouth. "Hestia never swore on the river Styx to remain a virgin. It is her choice on when and to whom she gives her virginity too, and she had chosen, and I must say I think she had chosen well. You should be happy that your sister is happy and not full of wrath."
"Her children are dangerous-" He began only to be cut off again.
"How so? Your nephew is only thirteen years old and is still discovering himself. He does not covet your throne nor your powers. The same can be said for little Eliot."
"Eliot?" Poseidon asked not hearing the name before.
"Yes, Hestia's new baby boy." Rhea answered smiling as she thought back on the child. "She delivered him a few hours ago."
"That is now! What happens when they discover their powers and try to take our position!?" Zeus declared.
"Zeus you need to understand that not everyone wants what you have. John has chosen to stand with his father's people. They do not want to take your throne, the only reason they fight you is because you forced their hand." Rhea defended. "None of the knights want to fight you."
"Then why have they attacked our demigods?"
"Maybe if you were not sending them out to attack them they wouldn't have to fight them."
"They killed Artemis' hunters!" Zeus added.
"My hunters were not killed by the knights' father." Artemis commented. "The knights have allies with two factions with similar abilities."
"That only makes them more of a threat!"
Rhea closed her eyes and shook her head. "My word can't seem to reach you my son. Perhaps when you calm down you will see reason." She turned and began to leave.
"Where are you going?" Poseidon demanded. "You can't go back to these knights, they might not let you go again."
"They are not the monsters you make them out to be." Rhea finished before disappearing from sight.
Zeus and Poseidon seethed with rage. This war was only just beginning, and they would strike first.
A catastrophe would be too light of a word to describe the news that Markus was hearing. He stood off the side of the room with a lawbringer's helmet in his hands. A large gash in the front plate of the armor, with dried blood along the opening in the helmet. He was still trying to warp his head around what this meant. Today was supposed to be a happy day, his youngest son's birthday. This was not supposed to happen.
'How could this have happened?' Those words kept repeating in his mind as he looked at the helmet.
"Markus." Lord Commander Irons spoke.
Markus did not answer.
"Markus."
"How did it happen?" Markus asked.
"The werewolves were ready for this, along with a stash of new weapons and warriors."
"That has not stopped us before." Markus cut in angrily. "Our history is full of discovering that our enemies are always working on new ways to combat us. We have beaten them back each time, why was this time so different?"
Alice sighed before speaking. "They have bred their own warriors with soul armor."
Markus' head snapped over to her. "How is that possible?"
"We can't keep track of every faction warrior in the county, some slip through our notice. More than likely a faction warrior mated with a werewolf and created a hybrid. From what the few survivors saw they had enough hybrids to fill a company."
"With the raw power of a werewolf and the soul gear of a faction warrior." Markus summarized grimly.
"That is not the only thing we need to talk about Markus." The Lord Commander of the Wardens said walking over to a nearby chair and taking a seat. "You have seen the report from the battle?"
He did not need to see the report to know what she was talking about. He was holding the damned results in his hand. Something he never thought could happen.
"Lord Commander Igneous is dead." Alice stated calmly but her fist closed. "The Lawbringers are without a leader."
"It is not a position I want." Markus answered, turning away from her.
"You are the oldest Original Lawbringer, your son is not ready and is being called by the Iron Fortress. Lord Commander Mercy did not have a great time taking the position at her age. I know your son will not have a great time. You are the only logical choice and your fellow Lawbringers agree." Alice stood and placed the Lawbringer Lord Commander's rank badge on the table along with a tablet that belonged to Igneous before heading for the exit. "We are at war Markus, and we all make sacrifices. It's time you make yours."
With that she left the room.
Markus' head felt as he set his old friend's helmet on the table beside the badge. He took the tablet, which had his password removed, and began to check it. In it was all the information on the Lawbringers in the faction. Numbers, profiles of lawbringers, and other information pertaining to the faction as a whole that was not common knowledge to non-lord commanders.
As Markus went through the data, he noticed there was a single message waiting from him in his Lord Commander inbox. He opened it and saw a recording addressed to the "New Lord Commander'' most likely it was Danial's recording for the next Lord Commander. Markus opened the message and pressed play.
Danial's face appeared and with a smile he spoke.
"Markus, if I am not doing this in person that could only mean one thing." Danial paused for a moment. "I have retired, and I can't be bothered to give you a proper introduction to your new burden." Danial laughed and Markus smirked. "But in all seriousness if I'm not there it could only mean I'm dead, eh, I wonder what did me in. But that is not important, I remade this message after you came back to the Valley with your kid. He seems like a good kid that would take my place one day or your place now given the circumstances."
"I know you passed on the offer to become Lord Commander the first time, but if I'm dead that means that we are fighting something that could kill me, and while I'm not one to brag about my skills in battle, that something cannot be allowed to stand. "We all make sacrifices and it's time to make yours" … Alice probably said something similar to you or if not then those exact words when she gave you the badge and tablet. But I'm telling you that you are a family man, the faction is our family, and you protect your family. So I can only ask that you take that badge and protect your family, maybe better than I could."
The message ended.
Markus looked over to the badge and sighed.
It was a dark day, both in mood and in weather. I stood with other Lawbringers in formation with our soul gear deployed and our helmets under our arms. Knights of the other classes stood in their own formations with their own soul gear deployed and helmets off. Each Lord Commander, who could attain it, was standing at the front of their classes formation.
Before us lay the bodies of our fallen brother and sisters in arms. Their bodies lay atop their own pyre… there were too many… far too many. I knew the number of the dead that lay before us, but I did not like to think about it. Off to the side were the families of the fallen knights who were not knights themselves. I could hear the sobs of wives, husbands, children asking their parents why their fallen parent was on top of a pyre. I tried not to look but it was not easy as one would think.
The knights in formation held silent as we paid our respects to those we had lost. After such a moment passed a knight with a trumpet began to play Taps for our fallen. I could swear the sound of the cry got louder as the trumpet played. I could only lower my head as I tried to fight back the tears coming to my eyes, but it was all for not as they began to flow down my cheek.
When the song ended my father, the nearly apportioned Lord Commander for the Lawbringer walked to the front of the formations and turned towards us. His face was stern but was in just as much pain as we all were.
After a moment, my father spoke.
"Would you bow your heads and join me in prayer for our fallen." My father asked. We all did as requested. "Our Father thou in Heaven. We gather here today to honor those who have fallen in the line of duty. Whose might and courage in the face of death cannot be questioned. Whose steadfast devotion to our cause led them to make the ultimate sacrifice. We return our fallen to the ash in which man was first formed in knowing one day our fathers, mothers, husbands, wives, brothers, and sisters will return on that wonderous day when we all may put down our weapons and armor for good. Amen."
"Amen."
As soon as we ended our prayer, all the pyres in front of us were engulfed in flames not of our Earth.
My father's head came back up, and we followed suit.
"Let us shed our tears for those fallen and remember what their sacrifices meant, and those who took our loved ones from us. Let our souls cry out in rage for what they have taken from us and continue the fight undaunted. His faith in us is never wavering and unconditional, but our enemies think us weak and cowering in our home protected by Him and the other faction's gods! There are still monsters in this world for us to slay, there are still battles yet to been had with our countless enemies! We have an oath to uphold!"
"For humanity, for the legion,-!"
"For The Creator of us All!"
"So, any reason you called us here John?" Lana asked from her stump.
Russ was also here standing off to the side probably wondering the same thing. It had been a day since the funeral and with the Iron Legion losing almost half its numbers in that battle we were on the defensive for now. Thus leading to the idea I had and why Lana and Russ were here now.
"You both know The Iron Fortress has been calling for me and the Lord Commanders decided I needed to have more training before I went out to look for it right?" They both nodded, moments later Russ went wide-eyed at what I was suggesting.
"You are not saying we go on an unsanctioned mission to find The Iron Fortress!" Russ yelled.
"Shush keep it down would you." I interjected quickly, there was no telling who was listening.
"You've got to admit thought having the Iron Fortress back in Legion hands would give us a big edge." Lana added. "If the legends are true that is."
"Care to share?" I asked, wanting to know as much as possible about the Iron Fortress.
"Besides being a near impregnable fortress as well as a place where one could literally survive an apocalypse inside. It's said that it has automaton construction factories that can pump out the machines by the hundreds. Needless to say, having that back in Iron Legion hands will help with our numbers problem, pluse with its ability to teleport we could take back control fast."
"But there is the problem of modernizing and repairing it, after so long there has to be some things that need fixing and or replacing." Russ added.
"We are not lacking in materials, just manpower." Lana interjected. "But he is right, we have no idea where it could be, the scouts looking for it haven't found anything and I doubt the Valley guards will just let us go looking for it."
"That just means we need to sneak out. Besides if it can call me I should be able to call it right." I reasoned.
My two friends looked at each other and shrugged.
"I guess it makes sense." Russ agreed shakily.
"Wouldn't hurt to try." Lana added.
"I would imagine it would work given the right motivation and techniques." Another agreed.
It took us a few moments for us to realize that there was a fourth person with us. we all jumped in surprise as we came to notice the older man sitting up against a tree. But not just anyone older man, the same older man who was present during my meeting with the Lord Commanders. Alexander Vortiger, Lord Commander of the black briars was sitting next to us listening in for God knows how long.
"So, planning a little trip are we?" Vortiger questioned but he knew the answer. "It reminds me of the days where the Iron Legion didn't really have a command structure like we know it today. Most of us did what we felt was right and went along with whatever happened to us. Ah, truly they were simpler days."
"umm, Sir?" I questioned.
"Oh, don't mind me just the ramblings of an old man. Back to you three however, you are right about one thing. The results of this battle have put us in a very bad place, one that will take some time for us to recover from. Now more than ever we need the Iron Fortress back in our hands that is an undeniable truth. We can't wait for you to be ready for the difficulty that finding the fortress might bring. Lucky being a Lord Commander has it perks, like approving missions and changing the wording around a bit."
The Lord Commander produced a tablet from his clothing and began to type away on it. Minutes later he finished and spoke again.
"Ah yes, a routine scouting mission following a patrol pattern to assess the lay of the land. Orders to disengage any high-level monsters or werewolf military forces. A common mission for younger knights to take. With a squad of three, with the squad being approved by the oldest Lord Commander. I don't think it will turn many heads."
"None at all Sir." Lana commented following his train of thought.
"Excellent, and with a little stamp of no interference to get you by the Valley sentries. I say you six are ready for a surveying mission." Lord Commander Vortiger added hitting a few more keys on his tablet.
Lana and Russ' phones buzzed as they received a notification that they were chosen for a mission.
The Lord Commander stood and smiled. "Let us hope your survey gives promising results. Now allow me to show you how to reach out to the world around you John. Would you have a seat here?"
He walked over to the center of the opening we were at and took a seat again crossing his legs. He guested for me to do the same. I did so and sat opposite of him.
"Now, close your eyes and feel the world around you." He said closing his own eyes.
I closed my eyes and tried to "feel" the world around me. There was a slight breeze in the air and I could feel the grass on my skin. There was the fire within my own body from my mother and the soul gear from my father. However, past that I could not "Feel the force". Apparently, that was enough because Vortiger spoke again.
"Now think about what has happened and the loss we have suffered, and project it outward."
The sadness and anger returned to me naturally given that it had only been a day. I did not know how to project feelings but I imagine having a conversation with someone and talking to them. I let them know of the events that happened yesterday and of the bad position we are now in, and the need for help. But most of all, I told them how scared I was to lose everything I only had for a year now. Friends, family, partners, a home.
In the next moment I found myself standing on a hillside overlooking the same fortress that I saw in my dream. I looked around to see if I could spot any landmarks but saw none, just open undeveloped land for miles. A hand touched my shoulder and I turned to see Vortiger standing besides me.
I was about to ask him how he was here, but he spoke before I could.
"A trick I picked up from an enemy race." He answered looking at the fortress. "Well, isn't that a sight to behold. Bit of a problem though, it's in Idaho AKA the Werewolves' main base state."
"That's not good." I added. "Can't it teleportl out?"
"I would guess so if it had enough power that is. Teleporting something that large takes a LOT of magical power. I imagine it's in its recharging phase. But we know where it is now so I guess I have no choice but to tag along."
"Really?"
"I can't have you walking into the center of the werewolves home without having someone who can stand against them now can I. Your father would be most unpleased with me. Now let us wake up."
The next I blinked I was back with Lana and Russ.
"Well kids it looks like I will be joining you, let's not waste any time." Votiger declared opening a black portal. "After you."
"Okay so y'all ready for the ButterDick story?! I gotta get this out before Slim realizes his mistake. Basically- one day I was sitting in my room with some popcorn and watching a movie when all of a sudden Rogue over here decides to stick his dick in my popcorn. I then proceed to tell him to stop cumming in my popcorn! Rogue wanna tell your side?" Honey asks as she lounges back onto a rolling chair in the main room, spinning around as she waits for her friend to join in.
"How was I to know it was one of my dicks? I have like 30 trillion of them and all look like my tendrils, also ladies 30 trillion v-cards." Rogue's mask winks.
"But then you started cumming in it and I couldn't eat it! Sticking your dick in my buttery goodness of a snack is one thing but… whyyyy!"
"It would have been an improvement." Rogue states crossing his arms.
"No- that is not what you said!" She said, stopping her spinning as she pointed to Rogue, "You said, and I quote, 'well I wouldn't have to if you sucked me off, and swallowed'!"
"Once again it would have been an improvement to your popcorn."
Honey huffed and crossed her arms, glaring at Rogue, "Well you know if I could I would but Crusader would murder me! And I would feel bad because I didn't give him the chance first…"
"True true, we still both missed out." Rogue said again leaning back, into a chair made out of his own tendrils.
"Well no because then you had butter on your dick.. So you had the better hand there because I couldn't eat my dang poppy corns!"
"And once again it wasn't going to clean itself off and I am not that flexible." Rogue says as he rests his head in his arms.
"At this point I dunno who's dick I am sucking first…" Honey sighed and spinned around in her chair again, "I fear one day I will wake up with a dick inside me without knowing and you know what… I am cool with that."
The ship shakes as Slim Prime appears at the door, his body covered in letters and other messages. His eyes however were uncovered by the amount of letters, they were bright red as his power surged through him.
"Do YoU hAvE aNy IdEa WhAt ThEsE aRe?"
"Nope and I don't care, any other questions?" Honey asked, carefree even though she knew full well she was talking to her Captain.
"Porn?" Rogue asks as he takes a sip out of a taco bell cup.
"ThEsE aRe ThE aMoUnT oF lEtTeRs I hAvE gOt FrOm AlL tHe SmUt YoU tWo JuSt PoSt."
"UP HIGH!" Rogue says lifting his hand up to honey's as he grabs a taco.
"HELL YEAH!" She smiled happily as she high fived him, "And to everyone reading' this if you want more DEFINITELY spam Slim about me and Rogue doing more smut, he loves it!"
"AS SUCH!" Slim declared the letters disappearing in a flash of red light. "Punishment is in order…"
"From you or from who? For me it depends on who it is from, it will show how turned on I am from who is giving me the punishment."
"Honey save that for the room, but I understand slim, jealousy is a powerful thing that happens when one dosen't realise the greatness of…" With that Rogue grabs honey before jumping through a portal. "Getting out of shittiy scenarios." Before the portal closes.
Slim sighed and raised his hand. "R.O.W. you may begin." *Snap*
God bless and get ready for the next wave… tough luck and catch on!
