Warning: Just so you all know, in the later chapters there will be some graphic scenes that many children should not be allowed to read if they are under the age of at least thirteen. There will be a certain combination of symbols to let you know when such a scene starts and the same combination to let you know where it ends. So those of you who aren't fans of stories with sex or yaoi (because there will be some) can skip straight over the smut and get back to the story. I'm not holding a gun to anyone's head and forcing them to read this. If you're offended by certain things that you read then it's your own fault because no one's forcing you to read this and therefore I can't get in trouble because I've already warned you ahead of time.

Note: All the Tediz speak German and so does anyone else who's not a Tedi but speaking to a Tedi or someone on the Tediz side. I'm too lazy to make people speak with an accent very often so I thought you lot that are reading this should know that.

Disclaimer: Now people, really, what in God's holy name would make you think I owned anything that was a fanfic? If I did own Conker then this wouldn't be a fanfic, it'd be a video game or better yet, a cartoon. Now that that's over, onto the story that I've been depriving you poor people of.

Prologue

"You four, check ze beaches for survivors. If you find any try to bring zem back alive, especially if zey're squirrels. Zey may haf information on ze next assault," barked General Von Kriplespac.

The four Tediz he'd been talking to, a Grunt, Sky Jockey, Sneeker, and a Demolisher, saluted, turned, and immediately headed towards the only functioning helicopter in the entire base. The first assault's airborne squadrons had sorely depleted the Tediz aircrafts. Either the planes were destroyed or too damaged to fly.

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"So, what's to be my punishment," she asked, flipping her currently blonde hair out of her face. Yellow slit eyes flashed in the bright beam of light that shown down on her bound form, caustiously watching for any signs of movement in the darkness that threatened to close in on her at any given time. "I'd easily escape if the circumstances were different but I may as well hear this power out."

"Do not act so indifferent child," came a deep, rumbling voice, blasting through the chamber with such force it nearly knocked the "child" off of her feet. She kept her balance by flattening her wings onto her back and using her long tail to keep steady. "What you have done requires immediate execution!" The voice paused to let his words sink into the un-phased girl's head. "However this time alone I'll make an exception. There is a war amongst two mortal races that needs to be stopped. Since you love mortals so much you are to end this war with as little involvement as possible. Only then will you be allowed back into this realm."

The bonds disappeared and she rubbed her raw, bleeding wrists, her face still blank as the feeling flooded painfully back into her hands.

"Now for my own threats," she thought. She took in a breath and opened her mouth to speak only to be interrupted before she could get a word out.

"That will be dealt with soon enough! Go child, do as you've been commanded!"

Her face never changed from it's blank expression as she turned and walked in a slow, purposeful way towards a huge double door that had just appeared out of the darkness. It glowed with an iridescent blue light that looked brighter in all the blackness. A second beam of light followed her as she made her way to the 100-foot high doors.

An arm's length from the door she stopped and looked it over, for what might've been the last time. All manner of runes, symbols, divinities, and even a few mortals covered every inch of the doors. These were the Doors of History, they conveyed all the universe's history since the beginning of time. As she pushed one of the doors open she paused and looked back at the first beam of light, sensing that her invisible judge was still watching her.

Ignoring the blood of her reopened wrist wounds, she opened her mouth and said, "I don't like being ordered around like a dog and I'm far from being a child."

The floor and air resonated with a deep rumbling and a fiery light rushed forward and threw her into the door. She bounced off of it and began falling, steam pouring from her heated body as it met the freezing air. Unconscious, she couldn't stop herself from almost smashing into a plane, luckily it dodged to the right, albeit it was too slow and she hit the left wing, sending it into a spin across the sky.

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"Hang on," the Sky Jockey yelled into the microphone as he tried to stop the helicopter's wild spinning across the sky. It didn't help much that now the plane was spinning towards the ground and he'd pretty much lost control. He flipped a green switch that began sending a distress signal to back to the base.

For a brief second he considered bailing out and condemning the three accompanying Tediz to their deaths. Then the world went white and everything stopped, the plane just floated in midair at an angle surrounded by an eerie light - blue aura. The chopper, thanks to the weird light, was now no longer at an angle and was slowly sinking downwards, landing lightly on the sand.

"What's going on," came the gruff voice of the Demolisher Tediz.

"Not a clue," the Sky Jockey answered as the chopper slowly righted itself and began floating downwards, landing lightly in the sand.

The four Tediz climbed out of the helicopter and walked with weapons in hand towards the smoking crater in the bloody, body-strewn beach. Ten feet from the crater a girl lay there, staring up at the sky.

She was just laying on a clean spot of sand staring up at the sky with a blank-eyed expression on her face. A steaming crater was not more than ten feet from her, showing clearly why what was left of her black clothes was singed and tattered beyond recongnition. The strange wings protruding from her back were singed along the edges, proof further that whatever had happened had been an act of anger. It was amazing that despite the amount of steam coming off the girl there wasn't a scratch on her except for her wings and she seemed to be off in her own little world. The girl acted as if she wasn't laying on a bloody, body-strewn beach. Even when the Demolisher pointed his bazooka at her head she stared up into the barrel unafraid.

"Vat is going on," came the fuzzy voice of General Von Kriplespac over the Sky Jockey's radio. "Why did you send out a distress signal?"

"We were hit by a girl that fell from the sky," answered the Sky Jockey in Tedi - German.

"Impossible! People don't fall from ze sky unless they've been shot down from a plane. No matter, ahelicopteris coming to pick you up. Bring zis girl with you."

"I guess that someone fixed one of the planes," the grunt thought, keeping a close eye on the girl laying at his feet.

"What's going on? It feels like I got hit by a train," she thought, looking up at the spinning blotches standing around her. Her vision was so blurry that keeping her eyes open made her sick so she closed them again, ignoring the rapid speaking going on above her and concentrating on healing her internal injuries with what little energy she had left.

She felt someone lifting her up into a sitting position and then a cloth of some kind being wrapped around her now cold body. Strong arms lifted her up to someone else and then she felt straps being laid across her body to stop her from falling off the side of the helicopter as it flew back into the safety of the base. Before they landed the last thing she saw was a brown face with a black hat and jacket looking down at her before the world around her went black.

Yes, short I know you don't have to tell me. But you can give me a review to be nice. Come on, I can take the flames. They only help me write better. As for the fans of Damnable Love, I will be working on that sometime soon and I'll probably re - write the stuff I've got. Only time will tell.