This chapter takes place after the unfortunate accident thanks to a certain subordinate. If you know the meme, congrats, you are going to see him more. We also are going to introduce some more OCs in this chapter. Hope you enjoy.

The wreck of the gunship is sprawled across the abandoned highway. The rotors were busted off and the tail was ripped apart. The only thing remotely intact was the fuselage and the cockpit. Though the pilot's window being bloody is a serious sign that not all is well. As if a crashed helicopter was good sign in the first place. From the fuselage, muffled voices can be heard through the electronic sparks, crackles of flames, and groaning steel.

"Is the smartass dead?"

"I think so, fucker deserves to be in stasis after the shit he pulled."

"Alright, both of you shut up and call the nearest patrol to pick us up and clean this mess. I need to get a transport anyway. Also when Carl is revived, he is on cleaning duty in the armory for a MONTH!"

The side doors bulge as they are hit from the inside. Once, twice, thrice. A yell is heard on the inside as the sooty figure of Reaver breaks through the door with a fire axe. He sighs before dropping the tool to the floor before heading to the cockpit area of the hind. He knocks on the glass where the gunner should be. The cockpit is full of smoke.

"Hey, soldier, you alive?"

In response to Reavers knocking, a gloved hand reaches out from the smoke and slams onto the glass before turning into a thumbs up.

"Wonderful, me and the other 2 gunmen will assist you outta there."

The hand waves in a 'nevermind' motion, as if the person stuck in the smoke doesn't mind.

"Oh, well suit yourself mate."

The hand waves before retreating back into the smoke. A faint orange glow can be seen in the smoke before a stream of dark smoke blows out and mixes with the rest of the smoke. Smoking while in smoke, the gunner must have some lungs of steel to smoke in that crap.

The other two soldiers make their way to the front. One is leaning on the other with what appears to be an injured foot and the other has a cut across his arm but overall they both seem fine.

"So, uh, sir, we were able to get in contact with a patrol. They are just 20 minutes out and we are wondering if Gunner is alright."

"Yep, he is just fine, he is now smoking while in smoke." Reaver reaches into his coat pocket pulling out a phone.

"Yep, that sounds like Gunner, he always was a heavy smoker." The one with limp winces before going to sit down on a piece of steel.

Reaver looks up from his phone with a questioning gaze. "Wait, the gunner's name is... Gunner?"

The one with a cut on his arm responds with a bored look. "Yes, his name is Gunner, has been an aircraft gunner for 12 years in the US Military before joining Appalachia I think, hmm, a year ago. From what I remember from his stories, he was a gunner on the Apache Longbow, Viper, Cobra, Osprey, Black Hawk, Sea Stallion, that uh Super Huey, and I belieeeeve he went on a few missions in the AC-130. Oh, and his old old man actually was a gunner on the Spooky gunship in Vietnam."

Reaver's eye narrows as he looks down. "I'm going to have to look at this guy's file, sounds interesting. Anything else about our smoky friend?"

The guy with a cut arm is busy tying a splint to the other guy's leg. "He also has experience flying helicopters, mostly the smaller recon ones like the Little Bird but he can fly the big ones. The ones he says that scares him the most are actually the Chinook, the Russian Mi-26, and the Ka-52 Black Shark what with their more unorthodox propeller design or just general size which actually sucks because he says that the Ka-52 is one of his favorites and well we have quite a few of those if I remember correctly."

Reaver looks to the two soldiers before speaking. "Yes, we do have a few Black Sharks. What about you guys? What is your history before joining this company?"

The guy with a splint adjusts himself on the debris before going to speak. He looks to be in his late 20s and he wears the company black and white combat suit. The getup consists of a black digital-camouflage military jacket with similar black camo military pants and combat boots with white highlights. He wears a recon cap and has a maroon scarf. He also wears a pair of radio headphones. "I am Corporal Louis , sir. I used to run in the French Military before moving to the US. I gained my citizenship and was honorable discharged before joining Appalachia around 2 months ago. I mainly work with Comms and what not. Sometimes I would even do spotting from time to time depending on the situation. Recon if it was really needed."

The man with the cut arm begins to wrap the arm with the help of Louis. He has a white uniform with a large black combat vest over it. His arms and legs are also covered in black ballistic armor. He wears a black helmet with a white riot face plate with an extra ballistic glass plate over that. "I'm AP Jug Specialist Rotor sir, I am a heavier unit whose missions involves being a bullet sponge while also dealing out a ton of bullets myself. I was part of an experimental platoon of soldiers in Germany built to be a real life juggernaut. The idea was later scrapped due to strain and costs and we were given the choice to be placed in other company's or be honorable discharged. I joined Appalachia 5 months ago and joined your AP Program and became an AP Jugger. I'll say, those old guys do sure know how to shape you up. Scary as all Hell. Heh, and we are in Hell."

Reaver looks at the 2 before the mouth on his mask turns upwards into a slight smirk. "Well you both seem sane, say, do you both have anyone in the Civil Sec?"

Louis is the first to respond with a smile on his face. "My mother is a part of the Civil Sec. I honestly wasn't expecting a whole civilian community to be connected to a PMC of all things but hey I'm not complaining. Though it does seem a little, urr, militaristic."

Reaver's eye twitches a bit before he brings up his hand to rub between his eyes. He begins to mumble "It wasn't my fault that everyone wanted to support the PMC by becoming a bunch of gunsmiths and munition fabricators. Sigh, I'll never understand the people who make up this company sometimes. Hell, I think the civilians are worse than the actual soldiers sometimes."

Rotor chuckles while checking his armor. "We don't blame you sir, your family has been operating this group for over a 100 years now. I'm sure you will get used to it just like your father and grandfather before you. Although... I have to ask. Where did the whole operating in Hell thing began because frankly that was the biggest surprise I had coming here."

Reaver who was still grumbling looks up with a tired look as if he explained this many times before. "Alright first, it was over a thousand years, maaaaaaybe 2. Second, if you really want to know about the Hell thing, you can ask someone else, like your officer. Ask your officer!"

Rotor once again chuckles before stating in a matter-of-fact tone. "I would, but our officer isn't here. Oh, and since you are the Commander, I would imagine that you would know more about the whole thing."

Reaver groans loudly before complying. "Fine! Forget what I said about you guys being sane, you are already getting affected by this company's natural stupidity. Ok, Hell. I can't go into details but our company for as long as it has existed was able to create portals. We used this ability to our advantage to win battles and quickly move troops and supplies from place to place. Recently, we were able to develop this ability to create more stable and permanent portal links and only recently were able to play it off as a company staple and invention in the modern day. What people outside the company don't know is that the portals only work by going through hell before exiting into the real world. It is why we have such a large plot of land in Hell in the first place. To operate multiple portals from Hell to the real world and vice versa. It's a whole thing and I'd rather not get into it."

The area goes quiet for a few seconds. The only sound was the crackling of fire and sparks of wire from the fucked up ride.

"Soooo... why are you meeting with the horny bird? Something special?" Reaver's eye widens as he gets flustered before yelling at Louis. "Shut it! Where is the damn patrol squad!" Reaver begins to pull out the revolver inside his coat as Louis scrambles to the radio inside the. Reaver begins counting down, cocking the hammer while Louis begins to hyperventilate as Rotor just watches from the side. "You better tell me the damn ETA in 10 seconds! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5-!" "They are only 3 minutes away sir, I'm sorry for upsetting you sir, please I don't want to get shot in the head!"

Reaver lowers the revolver before turning away from the frightened Comms officer. "Damn right! Please do not make any suggestions on my relationship with Prince Stolas. He is a dear friend of mine and I find it hard not to shoot someone in the face when they talk shit about me or others I care for. I care about you sorry lot but I will punish every soldier with lead if you all don't shut up with your antics. There is a time and a place and that time is not now! Excuse me."

Louis is crouched on the floor stuttering with an uneasy smile. "N-no your g-good. S-sorry about making an inappropriate suggestion."

Reaver is looking towards the city before he spoke. "It's honestly fine. I just need to calm down more. I just need to be calm. You guys can joke and what not but that caught me off guard."

In the distance, the sounds of large engines are approaching quickly, on the highway, a small convoy of military vehicles can be seen approaching along with an APC. "Looks like our ride is here. Despite what happened at the end, I enjoyed your guys' company. Even if technically one never came out to converse with us." All 3 give a slight chuckle before Reaver starts making his way to an armored black and white SUV.

"If the Void is willing, we may see each other again. Probably will with how this company runs honestly. Well, you two get better. Oh and make sure not to forget that damn smoker!"

Reaver enters the SUV as a flatbread truck and a tow truck move towards the remains of the helicopter. The SUV speeds down the highway towards the Commander's destination. The only thing on the Commander's mind is one thing. "I'm going to get torn apart by those royals. I already know."

Reminder, I don't know what the hell I'm doing. Frankly it's do or not do. If you all are enjoying this, thanks. If not, I understand. This thing really needs to be fleshed out more. But I'm lazy and I only just started this so shitty writing until it's done, then I might make a rewrite. Or shove the PMC into another setting HAHAHAHAHHAA. Anyways, next chapter when it decides to come from my head hole, we will be interacting with some actual characters from Helluva Boss, aka, birbs. Also they are going to act different from canon because in this story, Reaver has a relationship with them. So don't expect to see Stella ripping on poor Stolas. It's still a tense marriage but it will get better instead of being mega fucked because of canon Stella. That doesn't mean there is going to be no conflict. This is Hell, there are other pricks who want to fuck around with a PMC who tussled with international armies, AND WON.

P.S. I forgot the actress in Brandon Rogers, the one that plays Vivian in the Wild West video by Brandon. She plays Stella but that's probably common knowledge. Anyways, here's an idea, someone should make a one shot where Stella acts like Vivian or something like that. Why am I not doing this? Because I'm working on this thing and I'm a terrible juggler, both literally and figuratively.