Maeter: Yay! Another update from the Slopinator.

Slop Doggy: Slopinator?

Maeter: Yeah, I gave you a nickname.
Slop Doggy: Uh, you do know my real name isn't Slop Doggy, right?

Maeter: Uh…yeah! I…knew…that…it's not?

Slop Doggy: Nope.

Renton: What is your real name, Slop?

Slop Doggy: Sorry. Can't say.

Eureka: Why not?

Slop Doggy: Because if there's a disgruntled reader out there, he could come after me. And we don't want that to happen, right?

Renton: I guess not.

Slop Doggy: You guess?! How about: 'Gee, we sure don't?!

??? 1: Besides, we don't want Slop to get hurt before he has a chance to introduce us.

??? 2: That's for sure.

Slop Doggy: YOU TWO SHOULDN'T BE HERE!!!!!!! *takes out a big hammer*

??? 1: Wow. That's a big hamm- *Slop Doggy swings the hammer and sends ??? 1 flying.*

??? 2: Holy crap! Why did you do- *Slop Doggy swings again and sends ??? 2 flying*

Maurice: Whoa, calm down, Slop.

Slop Doggy: You're right. I'm sorry. I'm just tired. I've been staying up 'till 2 a.m. playing on Live, so I sleep in late.

Maeter: Whose turn is it to do the disclaimer?

Tyler: I'll do it. Slop Doggy doesn't own Eureka Seven, World of Warcraft, or Trinity Blood (where the new characters' LFOs come from). He only owns OCs and the storyline.

Slop Doggy: Enjoy the new chapter!

Chapter 11: New Allies

Tyler strode through the Gekko's hallway, thinking.

"Renton thought I didn't notice him, but he should know better than that. I'm tired of keeping secrets from those two."

Suddenly, he sensed something going on with the Scub Coral. Pausing mid-step, he stretched out his mind and started probing the Scub. What he felt made a smile appear on his face.

"Well it's about time they got here. Let's see…Great, I have to pick them up. Now the only problem is getting Holland to let me go."

He turned around and headed for the bridge.

Eureka was walking down the hallway, flanked by the children, when she heard someone running up to her. Turning around, she saw Renton.

"Hey, sweetie. What's wrong?"

Renton didn't answer at first; he had his hands on his knees panting. He held out his hand, palm up, to reveal a vial of the drug he took from the Oblivion.

"What's this?"

"I took it from the Oblivion. It's the drug Anemone used to take."

"Then that means…", Eureka began

"Yes. Tyler's destroying his own health to help us."

"Well, what can we do to make him stop?"

"…"

"Renton?"

"I guess we have to talk to Holland. He'll know what to do."

"So, you want to leave the Gekko for at least 3 days, maybe more? Why?" asked Holland.

"New allies have arrived, and I need to go pick them up," Tyler replied.

"New allies? What are you talking about?"

"Two new Guardians, one for Amelia, one for Anemone."

"Why do you need to pick them up?"

"They don't know where we are. Right now, all they know how to do with their powers is sense our general direction. I, however, am able to lock onto Eureka's pattern in the Scub Coral and can track her that way. Every Guardian type Coralian can lock on to their charge's signature in the Scub, but they don't know how to do that yet."

"Where are you going to meet them?"

"Hacienda FAC-51."

"That's…halfway around the world. How will you get there and back in three days?"

"I can make it if I go all out. One more thing. Their combat abilities will be far beyond mine."

"Why is that?"

"I…can't say. Not yet."

Holland's eyes narrowed. "I don't like secrets being kept from me," he said.

"Don't worry. I'll tell you why when I get back. Now, can I go, or do you want to take the Gekko there?"

"No, you can go. If I take the Gekko, I might upset Eureka, Anemone, and Amelia for being too close to the Scubs."

"All right, sir. I'll be back in three days."

With that, Tyler spun around and headed for the hanger.

"Gidget, open the catapult. The Oblivion's getting some new allies for us."

"Roger that."

"Holland!"

"What is it, Renton?"

"Do you know where Tyler is?"

"Yeah, he just left. He says there are two new Guardian type Coralians and he needs to pick them up."

"Damn."

"What's wrong?"

Instead of responding, Renton held out the vial of the drug.

"Wait, this is…" Holland began.

"Yes. A vial of the drug you and Anemone used to take."

"That's why…"

"What?"

"He said the new Guardians would be better fighters than he is now. Because he's been taking this drug for at least a couple of months, it's damaged his health and he's not at his best. But the new ones won't have been taking the drugs, so their senses will be sharper."

"Wow. And if he can destroy 50 KLFs in two blasts…"

"Then the new ones will be even better. And I hate to say it, but we need all the help we can get against my brother. We'll have to talk to him when he gets back."

The next day…

Tyler flew along the ley-line, avoiding rebel patrols where he could, cloaking when they got too close, and fighting when they discovered him. At the end of the day, he reached Hacienda FAC-51. Flying into the mountain, he landed. In front of him were two shapes, as well as the LFOs behind them.

"Greetings, brothers. I have come to bring you to the people you shall protect. Before I do, however, I would like to know your names."

"No time for that, brother. We have discovered something disturbing from the Scub, and we need to tell you," said the one on the right.

The Gekko also flew along the ley-line, but heading toward Capitol City.

"Doggie, how long until we're at Capitol City?" asked Holland.

"We should be there by tomorrow."

"All right. Message to all crew: you can take today and tomorrow off, but keep your guard up."

"Roger that."

Matthieu and Hilda spent their days off with Hilda reading, and Matthieu creating some more DJ mixes. Woz stayed at his station and kept an eye out for enemy patrols, while Job watched the engines. Renton and Eureka amused the kids, though they were unable to get their mind off how to help Tyler. Moondoggie restocked the store with Gidget helping him. Stoner worked on the next issue of Ray=Out. Holland and Talho took care of Andrew, while Hap and Ken-Goh piloted the ship.

"Holland?"

"What is it, Talho?"

"What do you think we should do…about Tyler?"

"Well, I hate to say it, but we can't make him stop. If we do, he'll suffer from withdrawal and he won't be able to fight. But when this fight is over, we can do something about it."

Their discussion was interrupted by Woz's voice coming over the intercom: "We're coming up to Capitol City right now, but Leader, it's under attack!"

Holland jumped up and ran to the intercom. "What do you mean it's under attack?!"

"Scanners show that a large rebel force is attacking the Capital! Loyalist forces are holding their own for now, but they could use some backup."

"Understood. All hands! We're going to the Capital and helping to fight off the invasion! Prepare for battle!"

Suddenly, the rebel battleships started blowing up, one by one. Flashes of black, red, and dark blue lasers could be seen in the distance.

"What the hell?!" yelled Holland.

Suddenly, over the radio, the crew heard: "Get out…of the way…you FRAGGIN' BASTARDS!"

"Tyler, is that you?"

"Holland? Yeah, it's me. Listen, I have to tell you something. It's about Earth! The planet can't take being exposed as it is right now! It's becoming unstable! At this rate, it might blow up, taking us with it!"

Slop Doggy: Heh, thought I forgot about the story, didn't you?

Renton: *kicks Slop Doggy in the shin* YOU BASTARD! How can you keep us in suspense after all that time, only to end in another cliffhanger like that?!

Slop Doggy: OW! Crap, that hurt!

Eureka: Renton's right, Slop. Why do you have to do that to us?

Slop Doggy: To ensure that people will come back to my story. But, at this rate, I don't know if I can make it to 20 chapters, so it'll be a short story. However, I might be able to make a sequel. What do you, the readers, think? Should I make a sequel? Hit me up with a review for Yay or Nay. And since school's starting, I don't know if I can update as fast. So just be patient. I will never give up on this story. BELIVE IT! (jacked from Naruto. I don't own that, either). Until then, my faithful readers!


Be safe and well

Slop Doggy