Many ships were sailing across the ocean to the base, many of which were the most dangerous in the fleet. There was the Order of Rose, who manned a large boat and often would set sail on jet skis to attack small vessels. was the Naked Gun, a ship that actually possessed canons and was sailed by people itching to use them. There was the Saint Aphrodite, the Black Emperor, the Sabretooth, the Ramona, the Jackson Juniour, and many, many others. All of them would need to be sunk before the day ran out, along with the Brahmastra, which was the most fearsome ship of them all.

The entire ship was a madhouse and not for the weak of heart, mind, or body. If one wasn't careful, they could very quickly be torn apart. It was the place where all of the creatures that were too dangerous to work with others went. The man-eating Norwegian trolls, and the vampires that where untamed. Many of the vampires and werewolves on the ship were former humans that willingly gave up their humanity so that they could have power and an outlet to be the monster that they truly were at heart freely. Most of Doctor Hobb's deplorable experiments were housed here. New breeds of werewolves and humans that struggled to balance between man and ungodly creature existed on the Brahmastra. The ones that had this done to them by choice, anyway. Some of them joined the crew of the Prudentia when they were forced to fight for the order, and they were welcomed with open arms.

On the deck of the Brahmastra, dogs and monsters roared and howled as they saw the helicopters in the distance. They shot rounds into the air and anticipated the battle that was about to ensue. They rejoiced as the conflict drew near. At last, a chance for them to truly exert their power has arrived.

All at once, they were rendered silent as a voice boomed over the deck, prompting them to listen. They paused and stared up at the control room as their leader spoke. Preston stood, staring down at the deck from behind the glass as he held the microphone up to his mouth and stirred the cauldron further.

"Crew of the Brahmastra! I have exciting news." he began. "Today is the day of a battle. A bloody battle that will shake the very foundation of the order. Today isn't the day of simply another battle where we win land, resources, or allies. No, today is the day of a battle where we crush the dogs of H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. once and for all!"

The crowd roared in response, raising their guns and fists in the air while baring their teeth in eager smiles. Such a smile graced Preston's face as well at the sight. A glint appeared in his golden eyes. Indeed, the thought of this battle made his heart tremble with delight as well as the monster inside of him grew bigger.

"The Watchdog has come to collect his beloved pet, making the foolish mistake to enter our territory. Let us show this so-called 'demon' what hell really is! Let us make him regret ever being born into this mortal world of beasts and men! Let us remind him why the night is frightening and why the day is no better! Let us show the Watchdog how to fear, just as we have! Let us show H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G.! Let us show humanity! We will remind them why they were once afraid of us, the creatures who went bump in the night!

Preston's eyes were wide as he trumpeted their attack. His voice boomed and caused a stirring in the hearts of his fellow beasts. Their frenzy was amplified after each word.

"Raise the flag! Fire flares! Announce our arrival! We, the Scarlet Order, will show them the face of fear! Go! Go and wreak havoc! The Scarlet Order is the order of the new world! A world for our kind without humans! Without their pets! Announce the arrival of this new world with joy! We, the Scarlet Order, will usher in this new world after today! Today is the day where we destroy the strongest pillars of the H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. organization! Today is a day of triumph!"

Preston smiled down on the deck with the face of a madman as his crew erupted in an almost uncontrollable frenzy. The flew the flag of the order and raised the flag of the Brahmastra just as instructed. They fired bullets and emergency flares into the air as well. They manned their own vessels and set forth toward the fort for the small team.

The H.E.L.L.S.I.N.G. agents and crewmembers of the Prudentia could see them as they approached, and fear started to sink in. They were powerful, yes, but could they handle such a massive army all on their own? Their support had not yet come in, and their enemy was coming in fast. Many members of the Prudentia sunk to the floor and sat there, wide-eyed as despair took hold of them and wouldn't let go. There was no way that they were going to make it out of there, they thought. They were all going to die and there was no doubt between them that it wasn't going to be quick.

"We're doomed..." they kept saying. Again and again, the words escaped their lips. "We're doomed..."

"Shut the fuck up..." Alois said, trying to sit up. His wounds had healed up some in the few hours that the spears had been removed, but he was still in no condition to be moving around. "You're not dead yet, are you? Are you just going to roll over and die?"

"What's the point in it?" one of them asked. "There's no escape. There's no way to win. We're all going to die and there's nothing we can do!"

"There is! All you have to do is quit wallowing in fear and pick up your guns! Even if you're afraid- even if you think there is no point in living, you have to fight! Fighting is the only way that even a slim chance of survival exists! You're giving up before the fight has even begun!"

Sitting up, he put on his husband's jacket, and then he wobble to his knees, where he put on the other demon's coat. Then, he struggled to stand up, eventually having to prop himself up against a wall. He struggled to breathe, having to give his most effort to take in every breath.

"Giving up is what kills people." he said. "I am a man who just refuses to die. Do you think I won't fight with everything I have? As long as I have fingernails, I'll scratch. As long as I have hands and feet, I'll punch and kick. As long as I have teeth, I'll bite. I am a struggler. I will struggle until the day I can't struggle anymore, and that day just isn't coming. Do you think that I'm going to give up on standing just because I've been stabbed? Do you think that I'm going to give up on fighting, too? Never. That's just not who I am. If you want to give up and die, be my guest. It's a shame, since you've come so far."

"We put everything on the line for this..." answered Bonnie, tired and worn out as she sat and tried to capture her breath. "I don't want to give up yet… I just don't know how much longer I can hold up..."

"Rest for now. They aren't here yet. Just be ready to give it everything you got once they get close. The day isn't over yet." Alois replied, putting his fingers to his headpiece.

"Forget the pickup for now. Use the copter to strike enemy forces." the menace instructed the pilot, causing his allies to gasp audibly at the knowledge that they weren't going to be carried to safety right away.

"You're going to leave us to die?!"

"No, I'm stalling. That copter can keep them back a bit to better ensure our escape. They're gonna come after us, but we need to take out as many of them as we can."

"You bastard!" accused one of the crewmen.

"So? We're still gonna make it, whether I'm a bastard or not." the blonde stated. "You lot should probably reload your weapons first."

With no choice, the turncoats were forced to do as instructed. Meanwhile, the menace listened in on what his comrades were saying. He braced himself for an argument with his husband over the copter.

"Jim, get off the battlefield." the Watchdog said sternly, only to frown deeper at his spouse's nonchalance.

"You might need me, though. I can't leave you hanging." the blonde answered. "I can't stay away knowing that. Besides, the copter really will help you, won't it?"

"Yes it will, but you really do need to get out of here and rest. Your wounds are-"

"-Not a problem." Alois interrupted. "Let's finish this today, alright? Then we can go home, and everything's all ticketyboo. Take the copter."

There was a pause before the blonde heard a long sigh from his husband. "You're not budging on this, are you?" Ciel asked.

"Not a bit." bluntly stated the other. "Elizabeth, are you there?"

"Yes I am." the angel replied.

"What's the sitch on your end?"

"Well, we're not really well-equipped for any of this." Elizabeth answered, sounding uncertain. "One boat just isn't enough for all that's coming."

"Even when backed up by two helicopters?" asked the meance.

"Not really."

"How long until backup arrives?"

"About thirty minutes."

"We can stall for that long." nodded the blonde knowingly. "You made it sound like such a big deal..."

"It is a big deal." the Hellsing woman stated with a slight sterness to her voice. "There's an entire army heading right toward us, and it's only a kilometer-and-a-half away!"

"That's part of the fun!" Alois grinned. "A challenge worthy of us. Isn't it grand?"

"Honestly, I can't tell if you're joking or not."

"That makes two of us."

"I do not wish to interrupt, but..." August began, piping in on the conversation. She stood on the outside of one of the buildings, peering out at the ships on the horizon through binoculars. "There are speedboats closing in rapidly. They're going to reach us in a minute or so."

"Machine guns should do the trick." Elizabeth informed.

"Then machine guns, they will get!" Announced the blonde before turning back to his temporary crew.

"Look alive, party people! We've got speedboats!" he said. "We can actually get rid of them pretty easy. Just keep your fire focused on them. They can't hit you from down there."

"What if they make it to the ladder?" questioned one of the turncoats, to which Alois replied:

"Keep your fire focused on them and they won't." With a haughty grin, the man raised his fist in the air. "Show them what hell looks like!"


A/N: See what I did there?

Fun fact: Whenever I need to write long monologues, I watch clips of Hellsing Ultimate for inspiration. That shit is my jam.

In fact, a lot of inspiration for this fic comes from that series... So much, that I put the characters from that one in this fic.

Plot twist.

Yes, you can see Integra and Seras and the Hellsing organization in it's own anime. I say this because people often mistake those two for OCs. They're not. I can't come up with someone that cool. It's impossible.

We saw a little Preston, so that's nice. This is taking a long time to start, but there are kind of a lot of pieces.

We'll be smashing things and blowing them up in the next chapter. Spoiler alert, you guys.

So. Many. Things.

Until the next chapter, my duckies~!


CHARACTER SHET

Question: "To Ciel and Alois: when the time comes, will you guys kill Preston, or do you think there is still hope for helping him?" by socially awkward

Ciel: "Preston has to die. Even if there was 'changing' him, he would have to die. There is nothing that can save him. He is an international criminal and has been ordered dead by the Convention of Twelve; The Round Table Conference. Even if he wasn't, however, I would still kill him. He mistreated my husband. For that he must pay."