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3rd POV
In the capital building, Sacramento. Some time after the attack on Eastwood's Farm.
Inside the capital building, President Nixon waited patiently. He was informed of a phone call he'd be receiving from Agent Connor about the missing V.I.P's. The clock ticked loudly in the silent room, and he'd dare not move from his chair. It wasn't till the clock chimed two times did the phone on his desk rang. Quickly picking it up, he replied with a small hint of anxiety in his voice.
"Yes…" Nixon remarks.
"Mr. President, this is Agent Connor. I have news about the missing V.I.P's." Agent Connor replied over the phone. President Nixon holds his breath as Agent Connor clears his throat. "We have found them. A bit banged up but alive and well."
"Oh thank god." Nixon remarks under his breath before continuing. "Where are they now?"
"Currently heading back to Sacramento, with a 'Patton' insurance beside them." Agent Connor replies.
"Hmm, good. I think it's best that we get them back on over as soon as possible, much less we deal with any other excitement." President Nixon remarks as he looks out his window at the Gate.
"Agreed. The K.A.S were relentless in there hunt for the V.I.P's. Shot poor Rory through the head and fragged her." Agent Connor remarks causally, however the president nearly had a heart attack.
"I beg your pardon agent!" President Nixon shouts with wide eyes.
"Oh… she's fine. Apparently being an apostle makes her literally immortal. I watched her body being put back together after being blown apart by a claymore." Connor quickly explained, much to the confusion of President Nixon.
"… Really… god, Suppose I should be glad she's on our side." Nixon said as he tried to imagine an immortal girl.
"Hmm, perhaps. But apparently, she had annoyed a local civilian and after finding out she's immortal. Took me and a few others a full minute to drag her off… and pry a sequoia out of her hand." Connor remarks causing Nixon to go quiet. "Seems she put the fear of god… well, our god at least into her. So worst case we bring her over should Rory turn against us."
"… Christ, can this day get any better." Nixon said as he face palm himself. After a few moments a remarks, "(Sigh) What about the K.A.S agents?"
"All but one is accounted for. Seems the remainder that wasn't shot to hell was ripped to shreds by Rory." Agent Connor replies.
"And the one who got away?" President Nixon asked.
"I'm not sure. From eye witnesses it was the Butcher. Sir Miles. He blew Rory up with a Claymore in what I assume to be a last stand. We can't find the body but blood trails suggest he huffed it North. I have yet to hear any reports of his body."
"Christ when will the devil take the damn man." President Richard remarks as he rubs his eyes. "(Sigh) With that information I them back across the gate, before this can exoculate beyond this. Or worse that bastard attempts to do something dumb."
"Understood sir. On route now. However I have to ask on behest of Myui about her father. Original plans would have her meeting him in San Francisco. But with your orders she was wondering if she can at least see her off. She understands that if he can't she's fine with it." Agent Connor re-laid.
"I'll see what I can do… just tell her I can't promise anything." Nixon replies firmly.
"Very well. Have a good day sir." Agent Connor said before ending the call.
Nixon puts down the phone and thought about it for a few moments. Beside him were a number of papers from multiple countries around the world. Some wishing to supply America with specialized equipment, others demanding to assist. Britain of course proving to be very pesky. He takes a few moments to consider things on his end before an idea came to his mind. He quickly grabs some paper and begins to write down the back bones of a speech while calling Presidio. As the phone rings, the scene goes dark before setting up in the Akusho District of the Imperial Capital.
In the Akusho District, Bessara Family territory
In the Akusho District. The view had open on a desolate road. In the middle of the night, this part of town would be lively with questionable activity. However recent events caused the entire street to go quiet. It didn't take long for the sound of multiple feet to trot on over to a small warehouse. A hoard of bandits, a thousand strong had gathered to exact revenge against those who destroyed there money and drugs. Up high in one building was Bessara himself looks down at the warehouse.
"You sure they are held up in there?" Bessara asked a scrawny looking man.
"Yeah, positive. There leader, a dark half elf said so before tossing me out the window." Arario remarked.
"Tsk, well you heard him boys!" Bessara shouted down to his men. To which they gave a resounding cheer as one oversize Ashura looking creature raced towards with a makeshift hammer. He leapt up about to swing his hammer down, but a loud rattling noise followed by bright lights emerged from the door. The Ashura fell to the ground, bleeding intensely, while leaving the criminal stun. Having no idea what had happened, Bessara could only remark, "What in the?"
That's when he heard it. A few thuds, as some of his men fall to the ground. Bleeding heavily from small sounds. Astonished, they barely had time to react when the doors and window shutters of the warehouse opened up. Gun fire perused as bullets flew. Men dropped by the second, torn to shred by raging yellow streaks of lights. Bessara hid behind the wall as all his men dropped dead.
"WHO THE HELL ARE THESE MONSTERS!" Bessara screams in horror as the last of his men gave no answers. Suddenly a green rock flew through the window, landing at his feet. Outside a few shadow figures watches as the grenade goes off, sending a lone man flying out the window.
It was Arario. As he laid there, he slowly and painfully looked down. His entire leg was shredded, multiple slinters the size of daggers stick out of his chest, and the head of Bessara or what was left of it laid on his chest. He begins to panic and struggled to crawl to safety but couldn't move anything, much less his legs. A shadow fell over him, looking up the man saw the face of the Grim Reaper himself. Pulling a small iron from his belt before pointing it down at his head. The thug tried to plead for his life, but Freeman put one right between his eyes without a second thought. He then walked back over to the warehouse, there three men were escorted out. They had no bounds but the shock of the number of corpses frightens them.
"Now, gentlemen. I had earlier given that man a warning." Freeman spoke to the three as he points to Arario corpse. "He didn't listen, even after showing our strength. So let me reinstate what I warn him. I am the Grim Fuckin Reaper. Death walks in my tracks. And if you try to get in my way... well, we'll be leaving these corpses here for a few days. Long enough to show your boss about us."
He then pauses as he walks by the three men. All of them were high ranking members of the Gonzori, Medusa and the Paramount Family. The Marines had kidnapped them with relative ease, bound and gagged them. At first, they shouted the most creative of deaht threats, then they were forced to watch the entire Bessara Family was wiped off the map with relatively ease. They were admittedly shitting themselves in fear, but listened very carefully to Freeman's words. For all they cared, he was the actual persona of death itself.
"Now, we could care less what you do. Just simply note that we will be watching, so don't think about ratting us out to the Empire… though knowing how you all end up here I doubt that. Don't try and sell us your wares, we will come to you if we want something. And if you don't harass our soldiers then we won't do yours. Sounds fair enough?" Freeman finished before turning to the three. They quickly shook their head in fear, getting a cheeky smirk from Freeman. "Good, now go on and get. I'm sure your bosses would love to split up the territory of whoever we just killed."
Freeman waved them off. It took a few moments before the hesitant criminal's final raced away. Frighten at the prospect of what these men can do. Freeman then moves back inside the warehouse with the two other marines. The door or what was left of it was closed shut. A generator was active and lights turned on, revealing this decrypted shack has been modified to work as a command station.
"Really taking that whole, 'Grim Reaper' shit serious. Are you going to start wearing a Halloween custom and carrying a Cotton Sampler?" Kowalski remarks as he passes by Freeman as he carries a 1942 B.A.R to the armory.
"Well, it was either that or the Black Death. But last I check I ain't a Polack trying to hide from the plague." Freeman said with a shrug and a smirk.
"Alright, Fuck you too." Kowalski said gaining a chuckle out of the both of them. They stopped by the command station where W.A.C Auxiliary Second Class Hops worked alongside Lance CPL Combat Engineer Diego Ibarra.
"There we are. Try it now." Ibarra said as he finishes fixing the antenna on radio.
Giving a nod she cranks the old machine before holding it up to her head. She listens closely before speaking into the phone. "Homebase? This is Homeric Galley speaking, you read Homebase?"
"… Affirmative Homeric Galley, Reading you loud and clear, what's your status?" A woman replied on the other side.
"Mission was an overall success; we secured a holding point in Akusho District. We met some resistance but it has been handled." Hops replies.
"Hmm, Roger. Send a report first chance you get, in the meantime your mission till further notice is to remain undisturbed in the capital. If a chance to retake any special slaves present itself do so but remain secretive. Understood?" The Woman ordered.
"Loud and Clear Ma'am. Will hold position and continue our search for slaves." Hops said as she see's one of the soldiers pinning up a photo of the capital and begin pinning important places as well.
She then hangs up the radio and walks over to the board. A few places she recognizes by name. Noble houses, Some good and noble, others infamous and arrogant. But one house stood out to her. The South Palace. That is where the Crown Prince lives. She once met him, in her days as a slave. She was nearly purchased but then he noticed an exotic looking woman. She heard rumors about what he did to those poor girls. Compared to the Ad-Rotus, there can't be any place more horrible. To put it in the words of the Ameri-can's. 'The day she was not chosen was the day she won the lottery.'
As she continues to stare, she hears someone calling out to her. "Hey Hops, you cousins awake! Mind calming her down before she stabs Hutchins with a scalpel?"
"But of course, Corpsman Carlyle!" Hops calls out as she raced over to the other room. As the view pulls in towards the map, the sounds of screams and calming tone filled the room as the sound of a knife was shoved somewhere the sun don't shine, followed by an immediate yelp. As that goes down, the view then changes to the bright morning sunlight.
High above, in the sky's near Mount Tube
Up in the sky's a loud plane can be heard moving about. Suddenly it drops down, revealing itself to be an F-86 Tomahawk. On the side of the plane was a hand painted winged fish with a small crown painted over his head. The plane does a few Slow Roll's in the sky, showing off the multiple angles of the jet fueled plane. Clearly cocky the pilot continued to do tricks in the air before his superior called out to him."
"Hey! New guy! Save the tricks for later. We got a job to do!" A voice over the line called out.
"Come on now, not every day you get to have free sky's like this!" The cocky pilot remarks. It was Zeke's voice. He had taken the deal and now was flying once again. He had never flew in a jet plane before, was barred from flying after the Civil war. But being back behind the controls he got the hang of it quickly. Flying was like riding a bike, couldn't forget even if he tried. He slowed down and got into bird position with four other F-86's.
"Yeah Papa Bird, give Catfish here a chance." Another pilot, with a Songbird with a bandana wrapped around it's head, remarks.
"He's a criminal Song, Lost a good buddies over the Texas coast." Another pilot angrily rebuttals. On the side of his plane was a painting of Beloved Icon Donald Duck riding a rocket at high speed's.
"So what? I flew for the Fed's don't have y'all coming down on me." Another pilot commented. His plane had a picture of a women dressed in a scantily swan outfit. The words, 'Swan Dive' written around it.
"You ain't a criminal Swan. Regardless, your right. We can't get caught up in technicality. Catfish is here to stay. So stow your feelings for the enemies." Papa Bird remarks before flipping on the coms. "Papa Bird to Homebase, do you read?"
"Read, you loud and clear Papa Bird. Have you spotted the target?" The woman on the other side remarks.
"Just a sec… yeah, Home base I just spotted the damn lizard." Papa bird replies as he spots a flying red object off in the distance.
Upon closer inspection it was revealed to be the monstrosity that has terrorized the land for centuries. The Flame Dragon. However, something was different about it. No longer elegantly flying high in the sky. Rather it struggled to find it's balance as it fly's about. One of its legs was blown clean off. The wound had scabbed over but left a disfigured scar. A reminder of it's time it tried to feast upon a convoy of villagers north of them.
"Papa Bird, you are to observe the creature. Only engage if you must but from our reports your bullets won't do anything beyond tickle it." The women report.
"Understood Homebase. Continue our observation for now." Papa Bird remarks before tuning to Song Bird's channel. "Song, what's your opinion on the oversize gecko?"
"Well, it's certainly large." Song Bird replies earning a comment from Zeke.
"No shit son." Zeke interrupts.
"And because of that size it's slow. My guess about the same speed as a first Weltkreig plane. Maybe a bit slower." Song Bird continued with an annoyed tone.
"Hmm, if that's the case why don't we puncture some holes in those wing's of it? Let gravity do the work for us?" Zeke questions.
"If you want to risk starting another war by all means go ahead." Raging Duck said with aggression.
"Technically we are in Elbe airspace. So we need to keep ourselves unknown till opportune arise." Swan Dive added.
"Hmm, don't we have there king back at Alnus?" Zeke asked with a brow raised. "Why don't we ask for his help?"
"Considering he was sent to attack us I think it's best that we let him think that we don't know. Draws less attention to him. Specially if those Imperial dipshits have the cojones to send a few spy's our way again." Swan Dive continued.
"… Wait there was a fox in the hen house?" Zeke asked with a surprise look on his face.
"Yeah. Bastard was caught trying to set up an underground slave ring to sell back to the empire. Shame his first victim was one of the W.A.C's. Heh, took the M.P's ten minutes to pull her off the bastard." Swan Dive explain earning a few chuckles from everyone over the com's.
"Heh. Didn't take them gal's to be pushovers but ain't that a bit extreme… Normally you let the MP's hash out brutality. Not the would-be victims." Zeke question.
"Eh, well considering she was one of the girls who had been enslaved prior. I think we can turn a blind eye. After all, she put an end to the slave ring and allowed us to round up a few conspirators back on base." Song Bird Chirps in before noticing the Flame dragon moving down past the clouds. "Hang on, seems our fat friend here is trying to shake us."
"Alright, proceed with cation. This thing may be slow but it's intelligence has the jury out on." Papa Bird Instructed. The planes then take a dive, under the clouds, as the sky once again clears the pilots suddenly came face to face with the horrific creature.
"Jesus, evasive maneuvers!" Zeke shouts as he takes a hard right to avoid the jaws of the huge beast.
The Beast snaps it's large jaw at the multiple planes, trying to take a large chuck. However they easily evaded the creature as the monster struggled to even come close. Enraged the monster let loose holy hell fire from it's jaw, singing the wings of there plane.
"Gwaaa, the damn thing trying to cook me from the inside!" Swan Dive shout's as he sweats intensely from the heat.
"Damn it. The thing's slow but it can turn on a dime!" Papa Bird shouts as he evades the flames of the dragon.
"It's like fighting a globe. We need to pull back sir. If we try and take it on now we'd be knocked out of the sky!" Song Bird shouts.
"You heard Song, turn our beaks around. We'll get another chance later!" Papa Bird orders as he turns his plane around.
"God damn, I was hoping to pin that flying tank on my wall." Zeke mutters as he turns his Tomahawk around.
"Don't worry Catfish, we'll get our chance another time." Papa Bird remarks as the view pulls out.
The Flame Dragon tried to chase it's pursuers but they were long gone. It stayed up in the air throwing a tantrum in the sky. Raging fire as it struggles to find it's balance. As it does, the view changes from a fire breathing to a small child wailing in the arms of his father.
In Sacramento safe house.
"SSSSShhh shhh, there, there little one. Mama will be back in just a moment." Eastwood said as he tries to calm down his son. He was now wearing a full military uniform. With a M2 Garand by his side. Reason being that he and the rest of his team will be escorting the V.I.P's via tank, disguised as a Parade. As he rocks the baby, Kin walks in with Patricia by his side. "Well… what happens now?"
"I have contacted my superiors… they have made an arrangement with your government. Both Patricia and your son will be under Imperial protection." Kin replies.
"(Sigh) Much as I hate the idea of leaving. Suppose I always wanted to see Japan." Patricia said with a sigh as she takes the child back. She gives some comforting words and the child calmed down.
"You know, we still haven't named the child." Eastwood said before getting an annoyed glare from his wife.
"For the last time, no we are not naming him after your brother." Patricia said with annoyed glance.
"And like I said we ain't naming him after your father." Eastwood rebuttals.
"Why? Alejandro Eastwood sounds better then Harald Eastwood La segunda!" Patricia remarks with a twitch.
"Hmm, debatable." Eastwood said before hearing a small chiming of bells can be heard. Quickly looking down at his watch. "(Sigh) Looks like we will have this conversation another time my love. Duty requires me elsewhere."
"Mierda de tu deber, what about your duty to family?" Patricia remarks.
Eastwood simply give a shrug before walking to her. "I got to do this so our son won't. But don't worry this war will end soon enough. Give me a year and a few rounds, and I'll be home for Christmas."
"This one or the next?" Patricia aske with a brow raised.
"Eh, one of them. But I swear it will be my last." Eastwood said before embracing his wife. He plants a kiss on hers before looking down at his son. "Sides, I ain't got time for war. Someone has to teach little Harald here how to run the farm."
This remark earned Eastwood a slap on the back of his head by Patricia. The baby gave a small cooing noise as Eastwoods Stetson tilted forward. He gave a small smirk as he adjust his hat and pat's his son's head. Remarking with a smile "I love you to Honey."
"Love you to Mi amado." Patricia said as the two give one last kiss before Eastwood let's go. He grabbed his rifle and walked out the room. Giving one last look at his wife. She was escorted out by Kin who gives a nod to Eastwood. He gave one back before exiting. Outside her came upon his soldiers who were dressed in their military uniform. They were talking with Agent Connor when they noticed Eastwood Marching over.
"Ah, great for you to make it Lieutenant. The Parade is about to begin." Agent Connor states as he takes a final drag from his cigarette.
"Ah, I wouldn't miss this for the world… unless the Empire just gave up. In that case I'd like to go back to my family." Eastwood replies as he notices Pina around the corner. "Speaking of the Empire. May I ask why you are out of here princess?"
"I requested to discuss something with you personally." Pina replies as she readjust her sling. When the K.A.S attacked, a stray bullet went through her thankfully but it broke her shoulder blade.
"Oh, alright." Eastwood remarks before turning to O'Hara and Hathale. "Mind giving us a few moments?"
"You got five sir." Hathale explains as he points to his watch "See you outside."
Eastwood gives a nod and the three exit's outside, leaving Pina alone with Eastwood. Eastwood then pulls out a small cigarette before lighting it. He takes a drag before stating. "We got a few minutes. So say what you gotta."
"Very well. These past few days we have been in your country was the most bizarre, frightening, and yet at the same time perplexes me to no end." Pina remarks as she walked over to Eastwood's side. They looked out towards the Gate through the window. Multiple battalions had been set up around it, and local law enforcers kept the grounds clear of all civilians. "I'd half expected this land to be desolated, or filled with the most barbaric of savages."
"Tsk, if you really wanted to see that, I'd brought you to my grandpappy when his favorite nurse isn't around." Eastwood said sarcastically.
"Not my point Eastwood!" Pina snapped before regaining her composer. "(Sigh) As hard as it for me to admit. My land has its problems, yet your country managed to be ahead of each and every single one. Along with that my initial thoughts that my empire having nothing to do with the war has also been proven… wrong."
She then clenched her fist and struggled to hold back the tears. Reluctantly she continues, "My empire has committed a grievous offense against yours. Yet you seek peace as if you were loosing this war. Does your country hold the lives of few that high? Even when they are not even of noble birth?"
Eastwood takes a drag from his cigarette. He takes a moment to think about it before answering. "No. We don't hold the lives of the few in great regards… we hold, all lives. This is a nation built on dreams. A dream for a better life. To quote poem, Give us your poor, your tired, and your huddle masses yearning to breathe free. We build our nations on those seeking this. A dream for a better life. Thousands, Millions even come for that dream. Does it work out? Not every time, but still they come for the dream."
"And… does this, Ameri-can dream come true?" Pina asked with a raised eye brow.
"Well… you met that girl, Taraunta. A slave made free, now growing up in a loving family with opportunities that even you can't access. I'd say that dream is worked out for her." Eastwood said before looking down at his watch. "Seems our time is up. Now let's get you to your escort."
Pina gives a nod and follow's Eastwood outside. There a crowed of onlookers were cheering as Multiple soldiers lined up, all waiting for the signal to begin the march. Eastwood escort Princess Pina to a M3A1 Scout Car. He assisted her inside, where she sat next to Rory. Her face was covered in multiple bruises and cut's that her healing factor had yet to fix. All while trying to reconnect a molar in the back of her mouth. Next to her was Lelei who was busy reading a book on chemistry, Tuka admiring her new bow. Across from her was her knight Sir Grey, wearing a Bomber Jacket with pride as he constantly flipped the collar up. The thing made him feel 20 years younger. Beside him was the two maids Delilah and Persia. Both were overlooking a comic, intrigued about it and trying to understand what the words were saying. Then there was Myui looking down at a photo of Eastwoods child. She was the youngest sister out of the Formal family, so when she held the child in her arms made her for once in her life felt like the older child. A feeling she wished to hold onto for a while. Outside, Eastwood had moved beside the Vehicle and got into position beside Hathale. They remain in sentinel position before the Doors of the Balcony of the capital opened. Out walked President Nixon. He waved out to the crowed down bellow before taking the podium. He clears his throat before giving his speech.
"Nigh a score ago. Our nation, suffered through political turmoil. Ideas both practical and radical came clashing, nearly fracture our beloved nation in yet another civil war. Yet despite toll it took on our poor boys America survived. When the Kaiser gave us an ultimatum, we stood strong. And now we are unfortunately imboiled in another war. This one from a force whom we have never met. I pray that with the sacrifices made in the past that America would never have to fight another war while I still breath. Sadly, faith can only carry a man so far. Thus we must be willing to bear the burden; as the torch bearers of Democracy. We fight so no other must. I will not ask another to do more then he is willing to do. Especially dying in foreign lands known and unknown. But to those who willingly made the choice. To one day make the Ultimate sacrifice. To lay on the wire as others crawl over you. You are truly the best of the generation. The Cincinnatus of our time. Those who fight the good fight. May this war end with very little bloodshed, those who seeked the fruit of victory through sinister means shall reap what they sow, and peace and prosperity return to the land that had the unfortunate shadow of war fall over it. Thus, I salute you. Men and Women of America. May you carry this message like a hat on your head. With pride and humility."
Nixon then stops to give a salute. Like clockwork, the soldiers in line return the salute. After a few moments. Nixon drops the Salute and gives a nod to the man at the front. He gives a nod and barks out order, the Parade begins and the soldiers begin their march towards the Gate. A big band played from within the crowed. Gaining the attention of one soldier. First there was a few hums, then one soldier with a stoic face begins to sing.
It's a Long way, to Osaka, it's a long way to go
It's a Long way, to Osaka, to the sweetest Geisha I know.
Goodbye Angel Island, Farewell Union Square. It's a long way to Osaka and my hearts right there.
As they sing along, the V.I.P's Took notice. Listening to the melody. They were use to miltary parades involving music. But not the soldiers singing along. None the less it has a catchy melody. So much that little Myui couldn't help but stick her head out. As she looks around her eyes turn upwards towards the Capital building. Her eyes widen in shock. Right beside the president was none other then her father. She tried calling out to him but her voice seemed to unable to cut through the crowed.
Into San Fran came a Japanese man one fine day, to stay with friends from Japan, who found good luck that day, Singing songs of Tokyo, Matsumoto, and Toyohashi, Young Jappy got Nostalgic and he said to one and all.
Seeing this Eastwood gave a tap to Hathale. He points out Myui and motion and whispers something to him. Hathale gives a nod before removing his Campaign hat and handing it to the gunner. He made a motion and the gunner gives a nod. Taking Hathale's Campaign hat, he moves over before pulling Myui out of the car. He sat her on the gun before putting the hat on her head. She adjusts the hat to see. However once she did, she noticed the crowed seeing her. They begin to cheer louder. All of them waved to her. Feeling that she had to do something she nervously waved back.
It's a Long way, to Osaka, it's a long way to go
It's a Long way, to Osaka, to the sweetest Geisha I know.
Goodbye Angel Island, Farewell to Union Square. It's a long, long, long way to Osaka… and my hearts right there.
This got the crowed excited, even started a wave confetti and flying hats. Admittedly, Myui really got into it. She begins waving back and forth with a great big smile on her face. As she does her sudden thoughts return to whom she was trying to gain the attention of. Looking back up she see's her father looking down. With a surprise look on his face. He wanted to scream out to her, but knew there was nothing he could say that she could hear. So with teary eyes and proud smile on his face, he mimics the American Salute.
It's a Long way, to Osaka, it's a long way to go
It's a Long way, to Osaka, to the sweetest Geisha I know.
Goodbye Angel Island, Farewell to Union Square. It's a long, long way to Osaka and my hearts right there.
Tears begin to stream down Myui's face. Wiping them away quickly she gives a proud salute back as the car passes into the Gate and the song comes to an end. The scene goes black before picking up on the otherside. The locals overheard the song echoing from inside the gate. Seeing the vehicles pulling in, they had lined up to cheer them on. The scene pulls away as from a distant, a masked figure watches on from the crowed. Covering his face as he gives a grimace look at a single man in the crowed. Before scene goes dark we hear the figure muttering in an English accent.
"I'll be seeing you soon, Eastwood."
Hello everybody, Wombag1786 here.
So a lot just happen since the last time I posted, I return to school, promise to write 4 chapters for a different story, currently paying a guy to draw a comic based off that said story, Received 13 pages as of now, made plans to post on deviant art, writing a TTRPG to pay for said comic, and to top it all off I'm on YouTube! (Well… kind of.) A chap by the name of AAAirsoft just did a review on this story. You can find him on YouTube under the name 'AAAirsoft Media'. Speaking of which special shoutout to him and his channel. Now, with this annoying arc over and done with, I can move onto more fun stuff. I.E, a proper Red, White, And Blue Merica beat down of them Tyrants. But atlas, that's for another chapter for another day. This chapter isn't as long as I'd like it to be, but seeing this is where season 1 ends I think I can make the exception here. Now onto your questions and comments.
From Dandaman5: Yeah, I have special plan's for Sir Walker. Little Hint seeing it could be a while, He will do the same thing as Klaus Fuch, David Greenglass, and Theodore Hall while on this side of the continent.
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From Amon34: Thanks, here's hoping.
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From Perseus12: Heh, yeah. I got the inspiration from an episode of Znation. (Where a pregnant woman shit talks a bunch of bandits about shooting at a pregnant woman… while shooting an assault rifle at them.) Yeah… shame they didn't see the axe coming till it was too late. Not much, I'll detail it in the next chapter.
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From Jctherbel: Heh, yeah. She will return to scare Rory out of a window. Guaranty.
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From Crimson Weresloth: Yeah… now she has more holes to complain about.
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From Eddie199: Yep, followed by a few more countries next chapter. (Place your bet's on who will be joining.)
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From MarauderPrime12: Danka.
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From RorySuperior: Hell have no fury like a woman's scorn… unless that woman is pregnant… in that case hell would be preferable.
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Well, with that all said and done, I'm excited for the next chapter. As well as a possible Halloween special. (If I get around to it... again, four chapter promise… and I only finished 2.) Now please, Fav and Fol the story. Leave a comment or question down below. This is Wombag1786 signing off.