Chapter Four

When the Olympians saw the duplicates, they thought they couldn't be any more surprised than they were before, and Percy couldn't do anything but shake his head as he conjured up a table with Camp Half-Blood, Camp Jupiter, the new camp, and Tartarus' base of operations in South Dakota. Why in South Dakota? Well, to quote a hilarious movie, "Who the fuck knows anyone from South Dakota?" It's a quiet place so it's a perfect place to start some shit in.

He could feel the daggers poking him in the form of glares from Annabeth and Grover alike, but couldn't care to be completely honest. Being in the presence of Artemis and Thalia took most of his attention because he had to focus on not teleporting away and also not reducing the room and/or planet to rubble. He knew that Zoë was there to quell any outbursts of anger and his mom was on call as well. The latter scared him far more than anything else, lucky for the moon goddess and the minor architecture goddess because hell hath no fury like a mother's. He shuddered, remembering the time he accidentally murdered a potential trader for planet Ry-8 to get materials needed to help ensure their survival. Let's just say that he couldn't hear from, nor feel his right ear for at least a year.

Chaos' disciples stepped up to the war strategy maps and prepped it, knowing that the Olympians and their minor gods would be too focused on the battle on the ground.

At Camp Half-Blood

The campers were dressed up in battle regalia but could not help the shaking in their bodies, the quivering in their legs and the trembling in their bones, just from the fear of what would be behind that shadow wall that stopped a few hundred yards from the entrance. From the wall, suddenly emerged three figures, the one in front smaller than the two following. Upon approach, Chiron saw that it was the Titan Perses with Polybotes and Alcyoneus behind him. This was strange considering who was the weaker of the three, but his mental inquiry was interrupted by the sudden appearance of four warriors.

The first warrior's armor was made completely of ice, with a glowing sword insignia on the front, ax strapped to his back, sword at hip and daggers on his belt. The next warrior was wearing an armored cloak, at least that what it appeared to be. It was all black with a swirling vortex on the chest as an insignia, but it was actually swirling and seemed to be emanating, and sucking in darkness at the same time. She had no weapons shown, but the confidence of her stance clearly showed that she wasn't in any danger at all.

The third warrior was the most casual, but at the same time, the scariest but no one knew why. He stood in a black t-shirt, tight against his frame and not fit for battle, black jeans that were baggy enough to be mobile, but still not fit for battle. He had two pistols on either side of his hips and that was the only weapons he had, yet everyone felt a sense of death coming from him, stating that those were all he needed to destroy anyone in his path. The last warrior was dressed similarly to the other female, only she was dressed in all white. The vortex on her chest moved a little faster than the other warrior's and she too had no weapon. She resembled an angel, but no angel should be giving off the same killer instinct as the man next to her.

The titan and his two giants faltered but resumed their ascent until the met the four warriors. The campers were still battle ready, but they were hopeful as they were wary of these warriors' intent.

"Who are you and why are you interrupting the downfall of the Olympians' children? Any opposition to Lord Tartarus' rule will be met with swift death, the same way these campers will die, so I'd advise you to return to wherever you came from and try not to suffer the same fate as these kids!" Perses bellowed in an attempt to frighten the warriors but became annoyed as they didn't move.

The warrior of ice calmly stated one word. "Kids."

"What?"

"You said kids, right?"

"Yes, the kids behind you that we are about to kill. Am I missing something?"

"Maybe they aren't from this planet, they can't understand your boss…" Alcyoneus muttered.

"Shut up Minerals. The men are talking, stay in your place! No back to you-"

"What kind of a man are you? I mean, you just said the men are talking but how can you call yourself a man?" Ice Warrior inquired.

"How dare you-"

"No man would happily kill kids who clearly cannot defend themselves, some of whom may have never even seen war or fought a monster before. What kind of man can look another man in the eyes and so proudly state that? Do not call yourself a man if you are not capable of fighting those your caliber if you are going to loom over kids that are no match for you if you are gonna laugh as you attempt to make an entire race of people go instinct!" More and more ice crowded around the man as he spoke.

Not wanting to freeze to death, Perse was ready to retreat to his monsters and let them attack, but Polybotes just had to fuck everything up.

"Well to be exact we weren't gonna kill all of them. We were gonna leave the girls behind to breed them. Especially the hunters cause they look so young and are super flexible so they'd be really good fucks if you know what I mean." He looked ready to continue but he noticed both of the girls stiffen and begin shaking from pure anger. Perses turned to see the Ice Warrior's reaction but turned to see nothing. He heard a sharp "schluck" behind him and turned to see the sword of ice protruding from Polybotes chest… and right next to his head. He knew that giants couldn't be killed unless a god and demigod were present, but he knew that that would put the giant out of commision at least.

He was wrong.

The giant froze from the chest outwards until he was a sculpture. The black-cloaked woman suddenly had a longbow in hand and fired three bolts at Alcyoneus, one taking his left arm off, the next taking his right arm off, and the third taking his head off. Like severed from his neck dramatically, as oil spewed from each dismembered limb. The Angelic Warrior moved his incredible speed and seemingly ran through the sculpture of Polybotes, until it cracked and exploded, evaporating before the shards hit the ground. The ice warrior raised his hands towards the shadow, that held thousands of monsters in it and slowly closed his fist. From what the campers could see, nothing happened when he did that.

The casually dressed guy strolled over to Alcyoneus head, took his Desert Eagle out, took the golden ammo clip out and put a black clip in. The previously golden gun was now black. He snapped his fingers and suddenly a portal opened above him. He stepped to the side and Hazel Levesque fell out, still in armor, but very confused as to how and why she was teleported onto the battlefield. She looked up to see the casually dressed guy's hand in her face to help her up. She took it and stood up, and next thing she knew, he was handing the gun to her.

"One bullet from this gun will send him to the void, I swear to Chaos. I feel like it's your right, more than anyone else's, since it was because of him that your life fell to pieces," The man told her. She was trying to look through the shades he was wearing but couldn't see anything. She felt like his proclamation rang true due to the oath he just made so she took the gun and looked down at the head she created decades ago. She felt as if this should really mean something like this was a huge decision to make, but instead she calmly looked down at the giants head and put a bullet in each eye.

The body jerked before dissolving into black dust. With everyone being so focused on that spectacle, Perses almost missed the muttering from the dark cloaked warrior and suddenly black dust sprouted from where Polybotes died at. Once that was over with, everyone turned to look at him. Although he was in charge of the operation, everyone knew that he was the weaker link in this equation, and he couldn't do much down. His last ditch attempt was to send the monsters rushing into their death while he escaped, but as he called for the shadow to drop, he saw nothing but black dust fall from it.

He knew that the mission was a failure and that he was as good as dead, but he called for his Lord to save him, though he was doubtful that he would get that help.

Before he could even get his hopes up, he was kicked through a portal of ice that he didn't know was behind him, and looked up to see the creator to the universe smirking down at him menacingly.

Mind you, this took all of five minutes. And it was the most eventful five minutes of most of those campers' lives, including the ten strokes and done boys. They stood, waiting for the explanation that comes with extremely powerful warriors spawning before them and saving their miserable lives.

The four turned to look at the campers. The three turned to look at the Ice Warrior. The Ice Warrior turned to look at the campers. The three turned to look at the campers. The campers remained staring at them. Suddenly one of the warriors were gone and in their place, the letters, "GTG, BRB!" which made Chiron wince at the unprofessionalism of the warrior whom he had to respect for giving that opportunity to Hazel. The three looked at the message. The three looked at the campers. The three looked at the message. And just like that, they were all gone.

The campers turned to look at Chiron, who looked tired as if he'd just been apart of that battle. Mind you… that little staring contest added two minutes to the Chaotic Warriors time in Camp HalfBlood. Which was just enough time for the professional versions of them to finish preparing for war talk.

At Olympus

"If you're all done staring in amazement, this skirt is squeezing me in ways that I didn't know was possible so pay attention!" Bianca attempted to call them to attention. A few looked but the rest were still frozen in amazement at how quickly thousands of monsters were killed.

Percy simply did not have time for this. He created a clone of Ares and propped him in the middle of the room, before making the real Ares invisible. He took out his ax from seemingly nowhere and shouted, "HEY!" before slicing the clone in two, causing golden ichor to spurt from the body, getting on the Olympians, but somehow not touching the Chaotic Warriors. Let's just say… They all woke the fuck up.

Screams were heard from the throne room all the way to Quebec where Khione is trapped in her own statuette of ice. She could swear that she felt a little bit of it crack!

Hera started crying and wailing, Apollo and Hermes looked shocked, Artemis and Athena were clapping in a quiet and formal manner, Demeter kept to herself as she ate her cereal while Zeus was trying to kill Percy, but Poseidon and Hades were stopping him. Not exactly chaos but definitely chaotic.

Ares was finally revealed and was breathing heavy. The ice he was hidden in didn't exactly give much room for breathing. "I'm alive! Trust me it's okay, he's just an asshole, that's really all it is." The room calmed down quickly as everyone turned to look at Percy confused as to why he faked Ares death.

"You all paying attention now? Every second you guys waste on being amazed or just being stupid is another camper potentially dying in this war. My goal is that no camper dies by a monster's hand and if that's to be a possibility, I need all of you to shut the fuck up and listen!" Every second Percy remained in the room, he became angrier and angrier. They were just too childish for deities as old as them. Oh and if you realized you haven't heard much from Dionysus, Percy immediately muted him when he got there.

The room dimmed and the table in the middle was illuminated. Zoë did a raising motion with her hands and the map became 3D, showing the entire architecture of Camp Half-Blood. "This is the current Camp. This current setup, made by Ms. Chase over there, makes this camp a death trap. I cannot for the life of me comprehend why you would leave so many holes in your defense, the campers would be slaughtered within the first week of the war. We are going to advance this to the point where the only casualties will be on or past that hill," Zoë admonishes Annabeth and the gods. Annabeth looked ready to retort, but the hate and anger coming off of Percy were practically palpable so she kept to herself. 'When did Percy get so protective of Zoë of all people?'

"We are going to add an armored wall all around the camp, a protective dome over it and when my soldiers get here, they will take turn patrolling from the top of the dome. Don't look at me like I'm stupid, yes I said they will be on the top. Easier to surveil the area for a 100-mile radius. There will also be a base camp set up under the camp, where the labyrinth used to be. That will be where me and my soldiers will be." Percy debriefed the Olympians, trying to get this over with before he kills someone for real this time.

"I, however, will be based on my ship, where I will be training the people I selected. The rest will be trained above ground, except for the specifics that Percy named. I don't know about you guys, but I don't think the camp would be able to survive any attack from Tartarus and his army. My ship itself is a weapon that will be able to take out thousands of monsters before reloading. Probably take out a couple hundred thousand before running out of ammunition so there is one defense of the camp." Isaiah gestures towards the floating warship above the hologram of camp. Strangely, the ship is outside of the protective dome, but if the Olympians have learned anything within the past hour or so, they shouldn't question any disciple of Chaos.

(Now I know this story is Percy Jackson centric, but it would be a little too unfair to give him all the dialogue and split some with the OC so Ms. D'Angelo needs to join the convo too, you feel me? Even though pretty much everything is covered, she needs something to say…)

"The camp is being altered as we speak and the campers are pretty much freaking out, thinking that it's an attack, so I'd advise sending someone down there to be briefed on us and what will be happening. Knowing these three, they aren't gonna take time to explain this again so that person should also explain the next few months to the campers. We want this to be over as soon as possible so when the campers are ready, we will march to Tartarus. The deity, not the place, then again the place is a person. Now that I think about it, if we kill him, what happens to the place? Did we consider this?" Bianca digressed but did make a good point now that they thought about it.

"Ummm"

"Holy shit"

"I mean ummmm"

None of them had answers until Percy and Isaiah heard Chaos in their heads reassuring that's it's okay and urging them to wrap up their conversations and to introduce themselves to the camp in a quick but a necessary way. They proceeded to begin removing the contents of the room that they added and the two girls began saying bye to the Olympians and conjuring a portal for them to go through before the boys finished.

Percy turns around to see the girls gone and the Olympians staring at him. He turns back to Isaiah to see the assassin's shadow slink away. He realized he was the person the Olympians most wanted to see, and it wasn't a great time to be there alone.

He tried to conjure a portal out of there but couldn't, and soon after the attempt, he hears from Chaos, "Have fun reuniting with your family. You have to stay for at least 15 minutes! Byeeeeeeeeeee!"

Percy knew this would be a long ass fifteen minutes.