The Warrior of Black Chaos
By Jon 'Volc' Pereira
Chapter 3: The Fist of the Ape
Meanwhile, while Volc and Helen continued their party, the GUN naval base on Prison Island had a special guest. A middle-aged blue fox strolled through the base's gates. He was large, but most of his build was seemingly muscle. His attire was the uniform used by the GUN soldiers only one generation ago.
As he walked though the hallway, a human man greeted the fox. He looked old enough to be the fox's father, if it weren't for the species. Despite the man's obvious age, he wore the current uniform. The wolf stood at attention and saluted to the man. The man, in turn, returned the motion.
"It's good to see you again, my friend." Said the man. A wide, wrinkled grin crossed his face.
"Good to see you too, Commander." The fox returned smile.
"Relax, I wish to talk as a friend at the moment. Though we must also talk some business. How goes the project, General Vince?"
"You mean the Fist of Ape?" The fox pulled a blueprint from his back pocket. He unrolled the scroll and showed the designs of a new, unfamiliar type of mech.
"That's the one! The MONKEYFIST production is going well?"
"Yes," Vince smiled, continuing to show additional blueprints. "The prototype is nearly complete. Once properly tested, the mass-production of this mech will begin."
"Yes, and the main weapon systems are nearly complete." Said a young female voice. A light red fox girl stepped though the shadows of the hallway. She was wearing a bleach-white lab coat and her sparkling red hair was tied into a ponytail. The fox was carrying a small cylinder-shaped object. She saluted both men and placed the object on the table.
"Agent Melody Crimson reporting." With that, the girl pushed a button and a tube popped from one side of the object and started to filter a gas into the other side. "Yes, what you see moving through this tube is in fact liquid nitrogen in its gaseous form."
"Then that makes what you have there…" said the old man with a surprised tone.
"A nitrogen-based freezing bomb. Capable of freezing anything caught in its quarter-mile blast radius, my masterpiece!" replied Crimson with a look of satisfaction and pride on her face.
And so, for now, we leave the GUN base and return to Higara and Volc's home. The sun had long set. Helen, tired from the party, had shut down for the night. Volc had also turned in for the night.
He slid into his bed and let out a sigh. He was still a bit hyper, so falling asleep was a bit of a hassle. He finally closed his eyes and fell asleep. As soon as he fell asleep, there was a loud pounding at the door.
"Come on, man! Let me in!"
Volc groaned and walked over to the door.
"Who the hell is it? Knocking on my door at this ungodly hour!"
"Who do you think? It's you're brother you green-haired moron! Now open the door!"
"Nothing quite like brotherly love…" Volc sighs as he opens the door. "Good to see you again, Slox."
Slox stepped into the doorway. Seeing them next to each other, it would be obvious to anyone that they were twins. They were identical in nearly every way, except for one major difference. Their hairs were two completely different colors. While Slox's was a dark brown, Volc's was a seemingly unnatural green. Slox was wearing blue jeans and a black sweatshirt. He wore a large hat so only his bangs were shown.
"So what trouble did you get into this time?" Volc groaned.
"No trouble, this time," Slox replied with a sly wink. "Just got into town and thought you'd give me a place to sleep for the night."
"So you nearly knocked down my door, why?"
"Because I knew you were sleeping!" Slox chuckled. Volc couldn't believe the response he got. He stared at Slox with an annoyed look on his face. "What?"
"Nothing…just go to bed"
