Into Reality Ch. 12 – First Glimpse of Reality
Hi guys, first off I must sincerely apologize for my late absense. I don't have any excuses besides being lazy.
So in return from my absense, I decided to make this chapter extra long for you lovely people :D Aren't I nice... This chapter was going to be titled "First Glimpse of Reality" but it didn't fit so chose "Answers"... want to know why? Just going to have to read and find out...
Anyways, you can skip this part now and get straight into the part that most (if some) of you have been waiting for, it's time to get answers...
Previously:
It was a statement Raid and I really didn't want to consider but it was also something that we couldn't ignore…
'Latias… please be okay…' I thought. Sam could only hear my sad coo's through his radio.
'And please, take care of yourself for as long as you can… please be safe for just a little longer…" Raid added on…
We both prayed to the lord and to Arceus that he would protect Latias as she was on her own… it was a wish that both Raid and I desperately needed to come true… that and so that the three of us could be together again… like it was before...
But even through the mental, physical, and emotional pain, we could only do as Sam had said… and wait as we headed back to base… and hopefully a place to be safe…
"Speech" or "Emphasis/hint"
'Telepathy'
(Thoughts/ extra information)
*action* or *special cue*
Present:
I was groaning quite often now. The pain was starting to catch up to my body and neither Raid nor I were enjoying it.
Raid was still lying down alongside me as we rested atop a support vehicle, covered by a tarp, in the middle of the large convoy heading back to Sam's desert outpost as a monstrous sand storm dominates the landscape around us. Needless to say with all the heavy artillery around us, we were Sam's top priority to defend.
'Uhh…., so this is what it's like to have nothing left….' I said in-between grunts.
'What do you mean?' Raid responded weakly.
'I mean … to have no energy left…. No energy to fight... none to move… and barely any to speak…' I struggled to telepath to Raid as the pain was beginning to fully take hold.
Raid chuckled to the side but was quickly grunting again in pain. 'No energy to laugh either... but what are we supposed to do now?'
I looked over at Raid but then turned my attention back towards the howling winds around our little tarp cover, 'There's nothing I can…ugh… really think of. We're both…ugh…too weak to do anything right now…'
'…But what about Latias…?' Raid asked still concerned.
'…' I didn't respond. Anger quickly came over me. I'd trained myself before for a moment like this, pushing myself to take more hits, to survive multiple attacks, and pushed my mind farther than I had to just to experience the pain, but even so it wasn't enough to prepare me for this.
With little strength left, I weekly slammed my paw onto the roof of the vehicle we were on.
Noticing my own actions, I turned to Raid who looked as though he knew exactly how I felt. Not only did I lose Latias, but I was completely unable to go any farther to save her.
The sandy air continued to beat away at our tarp cover….
'How much longer till we get to the base?' Raid asked.
'…I…AHHH!' A sharp pain came from my side that had me yelling in pain.
'Marlon! What's wrong?!'
My body was seizing up on me and I was slowly becoming paralyzed. Movement was becoming more and more restricted and before I knew what was going on, I could no longer move, as Raid watched me fight through the excruciating pain.
Raid was beginning to fear the worst.
Raid weakly telepathed, 'Why… are we so weak? We didn't take any physical damage… ugh… yet here we are… barely able to move…why?'
I struggled to respond, 'It's the mind… we used up all our energy concentrating and focusing earlier…ugh… that we had nothing left …. to use in the end…' I replied, starting to have hard time breathing.
Raid was paying close attention. In his eye this was the worst condition he'd ever seen me in. Not a single scratch marked either of us yet here we were, barely able to cling to whatever consciousness we had left. 'Marlon… just hang on… we shouldn't be very far from the base… just a little bit longer…' Raid answered still grunting from his own pain. 'I need you… we still have to find Latias…'
I was in pain all over, but I managed to chuckle at Raid's concern, 'Don't…*cough*…worry…I have no intention of leaving anyone… just yet… I still have to return the favor to those guys who tried kill us earlier.' I managed to reach over and weakly pat Raid on the back.
I smiled….
'AHHHHHHHH!' Another sharp pain came over me, and unlike the last one, this one prolonged. I continued yelling into the darkness as the pain intensified with each passing second. The feeling could be compared to that of a cramp, but all over your body, but only twelve times as intense.
Unfortunately, only Raid could hear my yelps as the howling winds outside masked my cries.
Raid watched helplessly as I suffered. 'Marlon…' Raid weakly cried.
It was just a matter of seconds before all went quiet…
The wind continued howling, but the screams had stopped. Raid eyed me as my body fell flat against the roof of the vehicle he was on. Raid's fears were materializing before him. He reached over as quickly as his body would allow and weakly shook me from side to side. 'Marlon? MARLON!... No… no… no, no, no, NO!'
Raid was in tears, desperate trying to wake me up. He fought harder against his own pain in an effort to bring me back. He shook me as hard as he could, but even so. I showed no signs of moving.
'MARLON! Please…. Wake up… you can't leave me…' Raid was dropping tears onto my body, but nothing changed. 'We still need to make it home. We still need to find Latias… I don't want to find her alone… please wake up…' Raid grabbed one of my paws and held it close to his chest
Raid's face was filled with tears as he rested up next to me… With my paw still in his hand, he went quiet and began checking me for a pulse… Raid ignored the distractions of the sand around him and purely focused on finding a pulse.
The world went quiet for a few dark seconds… nothing could be heard as Raid searched around my arm for some pulse, ignoring the negative thoughts and his own fear… searching...
With each second ticking away at the invisible clock of time, Raid continued searching for a pulse. He slowly moved his paw slowly against the brown feathers of the topside of my paw, carefully scanning it for a beat. He continued moving his paw around mine checking to find a vein that may give him the answer he needed… but nothing could be found there.
He then switched to the underside, now searching through the white, sand-filled, feathers for a pulse. Raid searched and searched, but luck was appearing to move against him now.
Unfortunately for Raid, he couldn't tell whether I was breathing at all, only supporting Raid's negative thoughts, but even in denial he continued searching.
He quickly dropped my paw and moved to the neck. He stroked over my white mane of feathers hoping to strike a beat soon. As time continued its slow advance, each second chipped deeper and deeper into Raid's hope as he moved his paw up and down searching ever so carefully in an attempt to not miss a pulse.
But with nothing to support Raid's confidence, he was soon beginning to give up… before he struck a vein.
Moving his paw slowly across my neck, he felt a small pressure at one point. He kept his paw where it was, focusing as hard as he could to block out any other disturbances.
All went quiet…
"…"
There was another beat…
Raid took another deep breath to make sure his mind tired mind wasn't fooling him.
Up…Down…Up…Down…
By the forth beat, Raid's negative thoughts were instantly cleared and his confidence restored. He took a deep breath in relief and broke out into tears alongside me. At that point my breathing was starting to become more noticeable as my chest begun to rise ever so slightly and just as slowly descend. Although it was extremely slow, Raid could tell I was still alive.
(His pulse is really slow, but at least he's alive. He must have blacked out from that sudden surge of pain earlier. But even so… I guess our training wasn't all that effective as we'd originally thought.)
Raid sighed deeply before the pain quickly caught back up to him again. Grunting once more, he managed to hold if off for a while longer.
He looked over me and watched as I breathed slowly.
'You sure know how to give someone a heart attack…*chuckles lightly*…ugh… but at least you kept your word.' Raid smiled slightly before reaching over behind my ear and grabbing a small device. 'I'll take this off you till you wake up. Get a good night's rest. We'll need it.'
*growl*
Raid's stomach growled in hunger.
(Marlon's knocked out, we're both on the edge of dying from either lack of energy or starvation. Perfect, I didn't think this was how we'd go down.)
With little to do, Raid began to think. It wasn't hard to tell that Raid was skeptical about their chances of actually returning home, or even to their safe haven. His hopes for finding Latias were also beginning to crumble as the wind raged on outside.
Even though Raid was the quick-thinker of the group, it wasn't enough to relieve the new scar that had formed in his mind after the last few events.
He felt guilty for his actions. He thought of all the people that were eliminated in their last assault. All those lives that were taken… It left him in a memorized state, unsure if his actions were justified.
Needless to say, after being raised by a human that has little to no experience of the actual lifestyle of a legendary pokémon, Raid didn't know much about what was right from wrong. He'd been taught that killing was wrong and helping others for greater purposes was the right thing to do. But even with his humane common sense, it wasn't enough for him to come to a right conclusion.
Without many options available, Raid stuck the little earpiece he'd taken before and placed it behind his ear and listened carefully as he rested his head against the armor plating underneath him.
"...Lat…atios… …you…ther…" (The sand around us is really messing with the radio). Raid moved the piece around a bit before it started to clear up.
"Latios, you two still awake up there…" It was Kevin speaking into the radio. "Ugh, they both must've knocked out. This convoy needs to pick up the pace. For all we know those two could be dying. After that heroic stunt they pulled earlier, they should have expended a tremendous amount of energy."
With that Kevin put down the radio.
Raid coed weakly into the mouthpiece hoping he could be heard.
Kevin could be heard scrambling to reach the radio.
"Oh, I heard that! So at least I know one of you is awake. You definitely sound tired but we're not that far away anymore. Just sit tight and try to recover what energy you can, just in case we get an unexpected confrontation with the enemy again."
Raid coed acknowledging he understood.
The radio could be heard moving around as Sam's voice came through the earpiece. "Latios, you and your friend will be debriefed of the situation as soon as we get back so recover what you can for now…" Sam cut off their leaving the radio quiet for a bit, before Kevin came back and finished the statement, "…Uh… as for your other friend… uh… well Sam's doing as much as he can right now… but it may take time to find your friend in this storm… But to take your mind off the negative things, I have to admit, that was one heck of a trick you two pulled off earlier. I'd sure love to know how you did it, flipping tanks here and there, smashing cleanly through the enemies armored tanks like it was nothing. And to top it off, you were able to keep all of our men from taking any further damage… Now that's something to be proud of, but in the end, you could look at the situation differently."
Kevin muttered the last part under his breath.
Raid clearly heard the statement with his sensitive ears and completely understood what he meant.
"You know, there was well over a thousand of those men on the battlefield today, and 98 percent of those men were the enemies. Now if you know where I'm going with this, then you'd understand what I mean…. I'm not being very positive am I? Sorry…"
Kevin's voice trailed off.
Raid slowly got the message, and looked down a bit more depressed after fully realizing the scale of what had been done.
"But on the bright side, remember this. 'By taking one's life, being the enemy, others can be preserved.' It's a quote a lot of the men out here with me follow and I think it will bring your morale back. But, in the case of this problem, we'll…we'll have your back the whole way so you don't have to get your hands… uh… I mean paws as dirty. I'm sorry to say it, but no matter what, at some point you're going to find yourself in the position where you have to eliminate a threat…"
(Man this little chat is turning more depressing than I originally thought… thanks for the support, not sure it was really helpful.)
"… We'll try to be there for you. Find me once we get back to base. Commander Sam's already given me clearance to be with you guys. That is if it's alright with you two."
Raid thought for a bit. (Working with the military… I'm not sure what Marlon would think, but I guess we're at that point where we don't have much of a choice…)
Raid sighed and cooed acceptingly into the mouthpiece with a smile, knowing he could trust this person. He had already proven himself twice in the past, protecting them.
Kevin chuckled a bit, "Hehehehe, I'll take that as a yes. Alright. To think we're working with mysterious creatures with powers that break the laws of physics… heheheh, I don't think I came across that when I signed my way into the army. Oh well, we'll see how the bread toasts from here on …. Lyehard out."
With that, Kevin ended the radio and there wasn't anything left to be heard from the earpiece.
So far there wasn't much good news for either of us. (No good news. Things aren't getting any better. What are we supposed to do now?)
Raid asked the sand filled air around him.
To say the least, Raid was showing a weaker morale than usual. Still in pain, he turned towards me as I lay unconscious next to him. 'Marlon, we'll get through this thing together… Don't worry about anything else for now, just get a good rest, I'll watch over you…'
Raid looked around hoping to find an answer to his problems, but nothing helped. He laid his head atop the roof and closed his eyes. (Hopefully this will all be over soon… I just want to be with my friends again… in peace…) With that, Raid rested his mind and did his best to recover his strength.
As time went on, the storm showed little sign of fading.
Raid on the other hand slowly recovered bits of his strength, but he was still far from fully recovering. Time continued to move as the wind never stopped beating at the tarp we were under, the storm refusing to let two of its victims get away with their lives, but Raid held strong and kept another light psychic shield over the two of us as he did his best to catch a bit or rest.
Nothing else was heard from either Sam or Kevin, as only static bits of chatter between ally soldiers could still be heard through the earpiece Raid had on. He waited, and waited as seconds kept ticking away, waiting for the wind to stop, and for me to wake up.
At this point in time, pain wasn't the right word to use. Now it was torture. Raid lay weak, on the roof, unable to do anything as he slowly recovered what little pieces of his energy he had previously expended…
In the jeep to the right of the support vehicle carrying Raid and I…
"…" Kevin was driving close behind an ally tank as he kept his distance to the support vehicle carrying me and Raid. Sam on the other hand was sitting in the back right of the jeep, silent, still, legs crossed arms folded, with full body armor across his chest, and still wearing his black aviator glasses.
"Commander Sam… permission to speak freely sir?"
"…" Sam just sat there. He was looking out into the pitch black darkness through the inch thick ballistic glass.
Kevin asked again.
"Sir, permission to spea-"
"Permission granted Corporal Lyehard." Sam answered cutting Kevin off.
"…Uh, Sam… where are we going with this. From what I've heard the outpost is being forced to shut down. Is that true?"
"…" Sam didn't reply.
"…Well if it is, then what … or how are we supposed to help these two find their friend if we don't have any resources?"
"…" Sam continued looking out the window.
Kevin stared at Sam using his rear view mirror.
"…Look Sam, that silent attitude of yours won't get you anywhere when it comes to these two. You won't get answers out of them until you find their friend. You got them into this mess and now I think it's time you got them out of it."
Sam looked into the center view mirror with his shades on. "We don't have many options at this point. All we can really do is wait. As for the Latias, we will be putting a search effort into finding it."
Kevin shook his head, "She Sam. Latias are female from what I know. And do you really think sending a bunch of men out into this hell storm is going to help you. We'll lose more men in this storm than if we chose to stay out on that battlefield back there. This storm will kill anyone who's unprepared. I've seen what these things can do Sam, and it's not a good way to die." Kevin recalled his previous combat experience from Iraq.
"… Corporal Lyehard, I'm familiar with your experience in these environments, but we can only do one thing at a time."
At that point, Kevin snapped, "So what do you expect to do? Leave one of their friends out in the storm to die?! You know how important these three are but instead you'd figure that two if okay?! What good do you think they will be to you?"
"….No…."
"No what?!"
"I already have a plan. We just need to get back to base and sort the details out. Only then will we have more options. These two can't do very much on their own right now. They need to get to base intact in order to move to the next phase of the plan."
"Oh yah, and how is this plan supposed to work?! You plan on to shipping them back home in a rocket or something?!" Kevin said clearly exaggerating.
Sam took a moment and let the jeep get quiet before asking, "…Why are you so fond of the safety of these three when you're encounter with them was a mere coincidence?"
Kevin didn't answer immediately, "… because they saved me, my men, and all the people who put their lives at stake for them. We would have died out there on there on our own securing time for them to safely return to base, but instead, they chose to stick with us and help us back. Whether they intended to care for us or not, saving my squad's rears' from being mopped all over this god forsaken desert is enough in my book to stick with them. I'll have their backs from this point on and I'm sure all my men will do the same."
"…" Sam didn't respond.
"Okay, now it's my turn again to ask the questions. Earlier you said you had a plan that had to do with these three once they're all together. I want to know, what plan?"
All went quiet…
"My plan…" Sam answered.
Back atop the armored vehicle some time later…
I began to stir. My mind was still foggy. I could feel a sharp pain across my abdomen.
I began to recall the unpleasant memories from before, but this pain was different. Every so often the pain kept coming. Like something was hitting me.
(What the… what happened… where am I…..)
I slowly opened my eyes, but my vision was fogged up and all I could hear were bell ringing. I remembered being collapsing on top of one of the medical vehicles with Raid, but the rest was obscured.
The pain persisted and was quickly becoming more irritating.
Unable to see, I felt around my chest with my left paw for signs of a physical damage.
But to my luck something was already there. Unable to fully understand the situation I tried moving the object away from my chest.
(Did something happen?) I thought back, trying to remember if anything did happen.
I tried to feel the object in attempt to find out what the thing was, but was surprised to find that my paw was stuck.
With my free paw, I bended my neck over to one as I rubbed my eyes, trying to remove some of the sand in my eyes.
After clearing my eyes (of debris), I tried to feel my way around to see where I was. The floor was cold, and there was something covering me.
My hearing cleared up just enough, the familiar sounds of a raging sand storm could be heard outside.
(I guess I'm still on the vehicle)
The jabbing feeling came back. Quickly became an annoyance like before. I tried prying my left paw free by with my right, but was caught by surprise when my paw was released. I could feel a presence entering my mind. On instinct –from the new presence, I threw up a psychic barrier around me, blocking out any unwanted threats.
Surprisingly, I could feel my shield deteriorating around me and the presence returning.
'You…. Fighting…'
I ignored the words and kept at my efforts.
But the words were becoming clearer and my movements were becoming more restricted. My arms were quickly becoming more solid. In seconds, I was completely immobilized. My mind was clearer than before but the area around me was too dark to see anything.
(Somehow I get the feeling this has happened to me before) I thought as I struggled trying to break the unknown grasp.
Soon a familiar voice appeared in my head, followed with a sharp bit of pain on the side of my head.
'Marlon, quit fighting and wake up… Marlooonnn, time to wake up. Rise and shine princess playtime's over. Hello, anyone there in that Lati head of yours?'
I could clearly make out Raids words, and head; and with my (now) free left paw slapped him across his snout.
'That's… for jabbing me…' I'd finally figured out where the pain was coming from.
Raid promptly returned the favor with another slap, this one harder, and to the head. 'That's for scaring me half to death.'
The dizziness had magically cleared - for the most part.
My senses were catching up with my head as the fog disappeared. Unfortunately so did my ability to feel. The pain from before was still there, but after a bit of rest the strain was less than before.
'What happened?' Was all I could ask grasping my head from the slap earlier.
'Well besides knocking out and nearly giving me a heart attack, you fainted… again.' Raid thought aloud as he rested his head eyes closed.
I groaned at this response, 'You know, this whole knocking out thing is really starting to get annoying. I know for a pokémon this is almost a norm but I'm not so sure this is working out… Even through darkness, I could still see a glimmer of a smile on Raid.
'How long's, or rather how long was I out?' I asked
'Well, I'm not a clock but you've been out for quite a while. I'd guess 8 hours.'
'Well that's – WAIT, EIGHT HOURS?! And we're still rolling?'
'It would appear that way.'
Raid opened his eyes and pulled something off his ear, reaching over towards mine.
'Wait, what are you doing Raid?'
'Don't worry; I took off the earpiece you were wearing before. But you can have it back now. Kevin and Sam were talking earlier but they haven't said anything since. The radio's been silent for a while. The last thing Sam said was "we're almost there". But even that was a while ago.'
'Sorry Raid, but I'm out with formality. Did Sam say anything about where we are or what's happened, or what the heck has been going on?'
'No, and don't worry about language, I understand. He just said to rest up before we arrived. Saying that once we arrived he would debrief us fully for what been happening.'
I groaned in anger, but pushed it aside. I would get my answers from him one way or another.
But before my anger ensued, a thought came across me.
I raised an 'eyebrow','Raid? Did you stay up while I was out?
'Yah.'
'Why?! You should have rested to get some of your strength back.'
'Well someone had to watch while you rested. We still can't trust Sam fully, even if he's helped us so far, so I stayed up.'
Raid's words were truthful, but ultimately, even with rest, unless we found something to eat soon, starvation would become even more of a threat.
As Raid finished adjusting the earpiece, he pulled away and laid his head down against the roof.
'We can't be much further away from the base, unless Sam had plans of driving us out of the storm.'
I wasn't about to agree with Raid's thoughts. It was either that, or Sam was stalling time for something else.
My mind was going off with negative thoughts as the idea of a trap seemed more likely with the passing minutes.
'If it's been eight hours like you said, then Sam's up to someth-'
The armored vehicle we were on came to an abrupt stop nearly throwing Raid and I off the roof.
The radio buzzed. "We're here."
(Sam…)
The wind was still blowing outside and I questioned to see whether we were actually at the base. Raid and I slowly lifted the tarp up just as a bright light flashed onto us and a large metal clanging noise could be heard. Slowly in front of us, a wall of light rose from the darkness blinding me and Raid.
We put our paw up in front of the light as the armored vehicle began moving again along with the jeeps and tanks around us, taking us into the light.
After a few seconds in the harsh light, our eyes adjusted to the new environment. A group of men wearing black shirts and baggy sand colored pants approached us with knives in hand.
Both Raid and I went into a defensive position, cooing angrily at the oncoming threat, trying to scare them off.
Suddenly a loud clap was heard in front of the vehicle we were on, catching both of our attentions.
With Raid and I still holding the front of the tarp up, Sam stood in front of us emotionless, wearing his dark sunglasses. "Relax, they're just going to cut the ropes holding the tarp on."
As the men approached, they climbed the armored vehicle. Raid and I were about to make human pasta before the men all slashed the ropes clean through. The tarp was promptly removed. Raid and I both took the opportunity and quickly flew to the ceiling, away from harm, and surveyed our surroundings.
The tanks that protected us earlier were all lined up side by side completely covered in sand. Men were being rushed out of the medical vehicles while soldiers were removing their body armor and backpacks.
The garage was massive. By visual, the room was rectangular in shape and could easily hold 20 tanks boxed one next to the other in a 3 by 17 fashion. There was also a balcony on the other side of the room with dark tinted glass for observing the ceiling was about 30 feet high, plenty of room for me and Raid to fly around easily. The walls appeared to be completely concrete as exposed rebar stuck out of damaged walls. As for the garage doors, they too appeared to be heavily reinforced, standing the full 30 feet high and wide enough fit an F-16 with a foot clearance from the wings.
It was needless to say, Raid and I were quite impressed by the sheer size of the garage alone.
Sam stepped forward, "I hope you have regained your strength, but we don't have time to spend here. Come this way. We have much to discuss."
With that Sam began walking away towards one of the doors leading to another room.
Raid and I took a bit more time looking around from where we were as we watched wounded men, screeching in agony, be carried by stretcher through another doorway. Others were either carrying all their gear into another doorway or standing around watching Raid and I as we looked back at them.
With our 'sightseeing' out of the way, Raid and I flew down and through the door Sam disappeared through and quickly caught up to him as he led us through a hallway. Raid and I only needed to fold our wings back slightly and arch over a bit to fit through the corridor.
Sam continued to lead us down the hallway, passing multiple doors leading to other rooms. Sam continued to remain silent as he turned around corners and led us through multiple other pathways. Raid and I were still keeping track of his movements in case something came up, while I memorized the way back towards the garage.
So far, the base was beginning to seem more like a maze. There were multiple corridors leading to different rooms and even more hallways.
Soon we came into an opening where the room was large enough that we could float around without having to size to the hallways. The room was as blandly decorated as the other ones we'd passed. Typical empty walls, dirtied white painted walls, with concrete floors.
At this point Sam stopped. Turning around staring at us through his shaded glasses.
We returned the stare being wary of our surroundings.
Sam raised an hand directly pointed at me. "You have no reason to hide yourself to us here. I already know who you are… Marlon."
I didn't move. I remained still as I continued staring at him as Raid did the same.
"No one will hurt you here, but if you choose to stay as you are, we hold nothing against you."
There was an eerie moment of silence.
(Damn, I was hoping my secret wouldn't get out.) I thought, keeping a straight face.
"As I've told the blue Latios, the trio of Lati's has remained dormant up until a couple of hours ago. But as for the past, you will just have to follow me. Matters like this will be discussed in a proper room."
With that Sam continued walking down another corridor.
'Raid, have you tried reading his mind?'
'Just tried, he's a lot more complex than what we're used to dealing with.'
I stared down the corridor Sam had walked into.
(Two years huh… damn, a lot can happen in that time… now they know who I am, but… what else do they know then?)
I looked over at Raid whose face clearly illustrated worry. 'Marlon, they know. So, what do we do know?'
I thought for a bit but gestured for Raid to follow me as we caught back up with Sam.
I continued to keep a straight face. 'There's no reason to assume anything just yet. Even if they are telling the truth and they really are here to help, it's not like it was something we could keep a secret indefinitely.'
Raid sighed to the side. 'It sure would have been better if we could have prolonged it though.'
Sam led us down several more corridors, past multiple other rooms, before arriving at a stairwell. There we ascended 6 floors before entering an entirely new passage.
It had only been several minutes since we exited the garage, but I could already feel Raid becoming more frustrated by the second.
'Raid, cool it. Anger isn't going to solve anything right now.' My voice stern through the telepath.
'Oh really. It got me answers before. So no reason it won't work now.'
'Sit tight, we're in a military base after all. The last thing we need is gun barrels pointing our way.'
Even though Raid knew this was just an exaggeration, the reality of them being surrounded by an unknown military force still left us vulnerable.
'But Latias… we need to know more as soon as possible.'
'Yah, but at this rate, we'll be in an emergency room again. We're not fully recovered yet either, and without something to eat, we'll be screwed if we try to go out there again. We'd being doing her no good if we went out there unprepared.'
It was a painful thing emotionally to admit but it was one we couldn't deny.
It didn't take long before Sam led us into a large office room. The room was large enough again so that Raid and I could move around more freely as we surveyed the room.
The room was empty of any personnel. There were many computers off to the sides of the room, probably for the tech men to operate. There were also plenty of maps around all with different markings on them, suggesting that there were other targets in the area, possibly the enemy from before. Besides other military related equipment that was scattered across, the room was definitely decorated better than the other ones outside.
Off in the far end of the rectangular room revealed what appeared to be large glass windows spanning the full length of the long 40 foot wall and reaching the 18 foot high ceiling.
There was also a large circular table in the center of the room. A closer look showed a large computer screen built into the frame.
Sam walked away from us to the other side of the circular table, tapping the electronic screen.
The table lit up as the United States Seal appeared in the center of the screen.
On Sam's side, a login center appeared. A few clicks later and the whole board changed again. This time, the world map appeared.
With a simple touch of the screen, a holographic globe rose from the screen.
The map turned transparent and rotated around in place. The countries were all bordered by a light blue line.
Sam snapped his fingers gaining both Raid's and my attention.
"Now that things are in order, it's time for me to keep my promise."
Sam unclipped the straps to his body armor and weapons holsters across his body. Throwing them to the far side of the room.
What remained was a strong built man wearing a black shirt, long black pants, heavily leather reinforced black military boots, and dark shaded aviator sunglasses.
"I understand that the Latias is not with you now. Do you still want to continue with the briefing?"
Raid and I both lowered ourselves to eye level with Sam, nodding for him to start.
"Very well. We'll start from the beginning."
With that, Sam began typing something on the control panel.
The globe began to spin rapidly as the lights in the room dimmed and center light above the table focused on the table.
"Firstly, the enemy you engaged previously were the same at Edwards A.F.B. (Air Force Base)."
Sam tapped the monitor and two side windows opened next to the globe filtering through different pictures of the enemy's doings, from personal pictures,
"They call themselves the Pugnatores Libero, Latin for 'Freedom Fighters'."
Sam left the control panel and began walking around the table.
"For now we will call the Pugnatores Libero the P.L."
"As far as their motives, they are an all out guerilla warfare organization, stopping at nothing to gain what they want for their own reasons."
(Sounds a lot like Team Rocket or something…)
With a snap of the fingers, the globe stopped rotating and a red dot appeared in Saudi Arabia.
"We believe their organization formed about four years ago, in the heart of Saudi Arabia, Riyadh. From then they've expanded their control into the surrounding regions taking over Mendina, Buraydah, and Al Hofuf."
"Quickly, all of Saudi Arabia, Iraq, Syria, Iran, Yemen, Oman, and parts of Egypt had all fallen to this corrupt group. The time span for their move is estimated to be about 8 days."
(EIGHT DAYS! SEVEN FREAKING COUNTRIES FELL TO A GROUP OF GUERRILLA'S IN EIGHT DAYS!)
"Word spread quickly to the United States, although at the time the threat only had minimal concern. Taking little concern, the United States decided to seclude the group in Saudi Arabia for 2 years after it formed hoping to keep the bandits away from precious oil wells located further north."
"A blockade of U.S. ships prevented the P.L.'s from leaving Saudi Arabia by sea. As for land, the Egyptians were already taking action and putting up their own blockade of men on land, and after restoring control in Iraq and Jordan, the United States had its remaining troops in the area defend the countries."
(Sounds like the United States all right. Oil is one of the most important substances needed in the country.)
"The U.S. planned to block any resources from entering or leaving Saudi Arabia in an effort to starve the country of any way of retaliating."
(Makes sense, defeat your opponents resources and they have nothing left.)
"However, with advances in technology, the P.L.'s managed to exploit intercontinental communications. Through the use of radio and television broadcasts, the P.L's were able to convince the people of the surrounding areas to retaliate when Saudi Arabia could not."
"In exactly 3 days after the first broadcast was sent, blockades in Egypt, Jordan and Iraq had fallen."
"It was at this point in time when the oil wells also fell to the P.L's control. It was exactly the reason the United States needed to start an international 'move'. With oil, the P.L.'s now had what they needed to operate heavy machinery, more specifically their war machines."
Sam returned to the table tapping the screen. A dozen pictures popped into view hovering in the air.
So far, Raid was completely lost as to what the big idea was trying to explained. All he knew was there were people out there trying to kill them, and yet Sam was talking about oil.
"These pictures were taken by our high altitude surveillance camera's aboard an SR-71 Blackbird."
"Each picture shows different forms of military weapons being spread out across Saudi Arabia and surrounding regions."
Sam slid his finger across the control panel as the pictures all slid out of view while new ones popped up.
"These are pictures of some of the Saudi Arabia's newest nuclear factories. Latest intelligence claims that these buildings are being used to supply power to surrounding factories to build weapons of war. From tanks, to standard firearms, and as far as we know, the P.L.'s have been confirmed building their first nuclear ballistic missile."
(So, wait… that would only mean!)
"Simply stated, the United States and the surrounding nations around Saudi Arabia have all gone into high alert…."
(Then, war could be right around the corner.)
'Marlon, what's going on? I don't understand what's happening.' Raid asked, growling slightly in frustration.
'I'll explain later. Simply understand that we may have to worry a lot more now.' I knew it wasn't anything positive, but in the end, neither of us expected to hear good news.
I didn't really believe Raid knew much about what was being talked about anyways. Sam wasn't telling us all the details, but I figured he probably didn't need to go any farther than he has so far to get us the information we needed to know.
"However, as of a few months ago, members of the P.L. have been spotted in places as far away as eastern Russia and even in the United States. Although in both places, anyone suspected has been apprehended."
Sam stepped away from the monitor again and snapped his fingers.
The globe reappeared and a new red dot appeared.
The dot was pointed at the southern end of California.
"Now we are going back two years ago. This is the location of the United States Edwards Air Force Base. The same place you defended off the P.L.'s first invasion on U.S. soil. As I'm sure your aware, their military capabilities were much greater than any of us would have originally predicted."
(That would explain why the air force was having so much trouble maintaining the situation, and how vulnerable they would have been if we didn't take care of that behemoth.)
"But… you handled the situation quite boldly. Unfortunately, due to the time frame of how quickly the battle initially began, my marines weren't able to engage the enemy until we arrived on scene. Making up the half an hour delay at the beginning of the attack. We were located about a half hour due east of Edward's A.F.B. at the time participating in a joint assault training mission, when word got to me that the A.F.B. was under attack."
"However, what we didn't expect was to have a teenager hack into one of newest stealth fighters and use it in the fight."
(Uh oh. Well it's not like I crashed it... I think.)
"Fortunately, this young man was able to take down a significant number of the enemy's birds present during the fight. How however, is beyond central command."
"As you already know *gestures towards Raid*, after the Mega Fortress was on the ground, we had already got word that three unknown creatures were spotted on the battlegrounds before the battle had begun. That I presume to be the trio of Lati's."
Raid and I nodded.
"Well then, with that noted. I was ordered to investigate these three anomalies and report my findings immediately to my superiors."
"Once the Mega Fortress was secured both the Army corps and the Marine Corps worked to re-secure Edwards. However, word got to me over the radio as I was making my way to the Fortress. One of my men reported he found the anomalies, i.e. being you two and the Latias."
Raid growled angrily when Sam spoke of Latias separately.
Sam gave little attention.
"It was at that moment, that I shifted all priorities towards securing you three. No one had a clue as to what you three were, until after the battle had ended."
"As for the Mega Fortress you encountered was the first of its kind to actually fly, and based on the sheer weapons capacity we found onboard after it crashed, after being evaluated by our engineers, it was more than capable of leveling the southern half of California if the P.L. chose to."
(Capable of leveling the Southern half of California... was that think carrying nukes? Wait… that reminds me, WHAT HAPPENED TO BEN.)
"Thankfully, onboard the Fortress at the time was one of the designers of the machine itself. With him out of the way, the P.L. has one less important engineer to concern about."
"As for the fortress itself, it has been destroyed with the assistance of the United States Air Corp."
"There were however multiple casualties by the end of the battle, all serious, but, no one was killed."
(So then, Ben's alive!)
"However, after reporting my findings to Washington…" Sam stopped before looking directly at the two of us.
(Is… is he hesitating?)
"They demanded immediate testing and maximum security for the three of you."
At the word 'testing' I could feel Raid beginning to fill again with anger, but I decided not to intervene just yet.
"I did manage to convince the supreme command to grant me control over these tests. But before the people at Washington could get any results, I ordered my best marines to report to Niger."
"After what had happened at Edwards, there have been numerous threat from the P.L. to the United States towards handing you over in exchange for not taking lives on American soil."
"It has been made clear to the world of your presence, but your identity remains a secret. No one knows who you really are outside these doors for all we can assume. However, it's not a surprise as to why they want you three, but that's exactly why I'm here. The marines in this base are all the ones that were in the battle of Edwards. All of them are here to help protect you. "
(Wow. If Sam's telling the truth, then… these men are truthful to themselves. But even so, we'll so how truthful they are in combat.)
"The reason we are here. It's not just because it's secluded from civilization, but because it is one of the best protected places on earth."
"A majority of the year here is spent in intense sandstorms, shielding this compound from satellite imaging. As for land, the hundred twenty degree heat all year round along with the consistent sandstorms makes warfare in these environments extremely costly, both economically and in man power. Added that this base is hundreds of miles away from any form of civilization, this base is nearly impossible to get to."
Sam continued walking around the room.
"As for command in the U.S., they have been issuing multiple demands for our latest intelligence from the experiments we were to execute for the past year… but, I must say I have other intentions."
(Where does he plan on going with this.)
"I have purposefully delayed any testing to occur. Unfortunately, command didn't take lightly to my decision and has already released a claim to reduce our monthly resources for maintaining this base."
"Command says it's to make sure tests will occur. But… reality is they just want us removed. The men in Washington most likely doesn't need you or us to get in their ways. By exiting the United States, they most likely believe that we are going to betray them for the P.L."
"I however, have no such intention. I merely want to protect those that protected my Marines."
I didn't quite understand what Sam really meant until he explained himself further.
"It's not fully explained, but as head of the Marine Corps. I too follow the 'Esprit de Corps'. Meaning, I value those that protect me as I work to protect them. The loyalty and trust formed between me and my men is what keeps us from losing battles, and by protecting my marines, even though you aren't human, we honor you for your sacrifice."
The last part threw me off for a bit, but I eventually understood what he really meant.
"From that moment on, I took a majority of the time while you three were dormant to improving security around this outpost… Which now brings us to the present."
"There isn't much of importance to explain what you already know. As for the battle with the P.L. earlier, I suspected two things."
"One, they have and idea that you are somewhere in this region. Or two, they were sending their military to further expand their control in Africa."
"This red dot is where we are on the Earth right now."
Sam reached down and pulled out a long wooden stick. Pointing at the point, "This is Outpost number 8 of the twelve located in Africa. We are here, at the very north most point of Niger, Africa."
(Africa? That's a long way from America.)
With another tap of the digital control panel, the globe shifted from holographic to topographic.
"All the tan areas are desert. This wasteland spans all the way across the northern part of Africa. Not many people live in these areas, and for those that do. Their civilization is less than sufficient to sustain many."
With a tap of the button the map zoomed out a bit of the outpost location.
"Now to more pressing matters. Your friend…"
"The Latias."
(Our sister.)
With a bit more typing on the control panel, several new pink dots appeared on the map surrounding the red dot (i.e. the base we were in at the moment).
"These pink dots represent each of the compounds that were spread throughout this region. Only three of them contained you."
A simple tap of the monitor and three of the pink dots changed color to blue, red, and brown.
"These three contained each of you. The blue one was the blue Latios, the Brown one is the brown Latios, and the red one represents the Latias."
There were 16 compounds according to the hologram, and Latias's was directly north of the outpost.
With Sam's wooden stick, he began gesturing certain points of the map.
"Unfortunately, because of the density of the sand in the air, satellite imaging is of no use right now. However."
Both Raid's and my ears perked up at the change in voice.
"I found a way to track her."
Sam dropped his stick on top of the monitor and approached me.
Soon he was directly in front of me.
Sam crouched down and reached for my tailfins.
Neither Raid nor I knew what he was doing until he rose up with something in his hand.
"This is what we will be using to track her."
Raid's eyes lit up when he saw the device in Sam's hands.
'That's… that's like the transmitter I had on before I removed it!'
I looked over at Raid confused.
"This." Sam started.
"This is a high pitch frequency emitter. As soon as any one of your exits your compound, this emitter will begin producing an extremely high pitch frequency, but only small enough that it can remain hidden and be detected with this."
Sam turned back towards the table behind him and began typing again. In a moment's notice, all the points on the map, save the base's location, disappeared and a loading screen appeared.
Then, like the radar you see on a jet fighter plane, a line began to sweep the area around the base.
"There is a radar atop this base. Right now it is searching the area around here for the source of the Latias's frequency. All three of you had different frequency's so that in case the enemy did capture any one of you, if they did try to block it, it they would only interfere that one in particular. The only downside to this is that battery life of each emitter is only about 75 hours after initially turning on."
Suddenly on the map, a new red dot appeared.
"That is where she is."
Raid's heart skipped a beat. He'd found Latias.
I on the other hand was impressed by Sam's ingenuity to adjust himself to the situation.
With that Sam stepped away from the monitor and opened a new window. This time he inputted numbers into the screen, preparing to make a call.
The hologram flashed and a man was standing in the center of the table.
Raid was taken back, this human appeared out of nowhere in front of him. The last thing he remembered, humans were powerless, incapable of teleportation.
'Marlon! How'd he do that! I though you said human were normal types!'
The last part confused me but nonetheless surprised me that Raid didn't understand.
'Raid, it's not real. It's still just a hologram. He's not actually here.'
Based on the hologram, the man looked to be in his late twenty's, African American, wearing body armor, long sand camo colored pants to match the boots he had on and the handkerchief around his neck.
It was Kevin from before.
"Commander Sam, you requested to speak to me."
"Yes. Corporal Lyehard we have confirmed the location of our third primary target, red dawn. I want you and a squad of men out there to secure the target ASAP."
'Red Dawn? Interesting codename.' I thought aloud.
"Understood sir."
"Sam out."
With that Kevin disappeared from the table and the lights in the slowly turned back on.
The map of the area popped back on the hologram. The red dot was still where it was before.
There was little they could do now. Raid and I were still completely exhausted from earlier and were in no shape to go anywhere far soon.
"According to the map, the Latias is about twenty miles due northwest of here. About 15 miles away from her compound…"
Sam turned the monitor off and returned his attention back to Raid and I.
"As for you two. You will remain here in this base until further notice. Command back at the U.S. will not know that you three have awoken until this whole ordeal is settled, but you must not expose yourself outside this base."
The hologram projector table shut down behind Sam as he made his way towards the door we entered in earlier.
"You are allowed to mingle with the men here in this base. However, do note that these are battle hardened men that know little to nothing about what you are. They do know who they're trying to protect but even so, only expose yourselves to those you feel trustworthy."
"I have already assembled a new unit to occupy you as you stay here in this base. Feel free to explore around. The storm has shut down most of the activities here in the base."
"As for the Latias, you will just have to wait till Corporal Lyehard returns."
With that Sam took a moment looking at the both of us.
"Do you understand what I've told you so far?"
Raid and I looked at each other and then back at Sam before nodding.
Sam nodded back.
*growl*
Raid's stomach growled in demand for a long overdue meal.
*growl*
Soon mine did the same.
Sam turned his back on us and opened the door leading outside.
"I will arrange a meal for the both of you as we make our way to where you will stay."
With that, Sam left the room as the lights turned off as he exited.
Raid and I promptly exited the room and followed Sam.
We made our way back towards the stairwell where we began to descend below.
'Marlon… I didn't understand most of what Sam was saying back in that room, but… I do know that Latias is still out there. Not only that, but what are we going to do now? Sam's going to try and keep us locked inside this place for as long as he wants. And we still don't even know whether he's trustworthy.'
All of Raid's words were truthful, but it was the part where Sam introduced the fact that the P.L. were now devoting themselves and their own men into finding us that scared me the most, but the truth was clearly visible.
I stuttered, 'Raid…I don't know how to put it… but… we have to just follow along. We don't really have much of a choice anymore. Sam is all we really have to believe in for now. I don't trust…. But he's all we have to look for for support. But we're still going to get out of here and I will get bring us all back home.'
Raid on the other hand still wasn't sure.
'I'll explain more once we find a place to ourselves. But like Sam said, all we can really do now is wait.'
Sam stopped walking in front of us and turned to one of the doors besides us.
"This is your temporary room. It's not the most suited room for something like you two, but it's the best we have to offer."
Sam opened the door and gestured us to go in.
Raid got behind me and waited for me to go in first. It was another tactic we learned to use. Let one of us go into the room first to scout things out, and then once clear the others could come in.
I went inside with a light psychic barrier looking around. Raid stayed at the door glaring at Sam, watching him for any suspicious movements.
Sam on the other hand just returned the stare.
Inside, there were two large beds (neither large enough to support me or Raid) a large mirror on the side of the white painted wall, and …. Well that was it….
After looking under the beds and checking the rest of the room, I made an affirmative noise.
Outside Raid heard my call, and entered the room along with Sam in tail.
"There will be someone coming soon with food for you to eat. Relax, and try to fit in."
Sam began to make his way for the door, but stopped just before exiting.
With his back turned to us, "Marlon, I've already seen what you look like. So don't hesitate to shift forms. I'll see the both of you later in the office we were in before when the Latias returns."
With that, Sam exited the room and closed the door behind him.
The room went quiet.
Raid was the first to break the silence. 'Well, the room looks clear of any electronics. I'm going to try to get some rest. Can you stay up and watch for me?'
I looked over at Raid and nodded.
Raid smiled. 'Thanks. At least I know I can depend on you. Good night… or day I guess.' Raid chuckled.
I smiled back and rested my head on the bed.
There was a small clock on the wall.
(10:45… but I can't tell what time of the day it is…)
I looked back over at Raid. (That last saying, "At least I know I can depend on you…", I….) I stuttered.
(I… I need to get stronger, only then will I be able to protect them… but… I'm not sure if I'm ready.)
I thought for a bit, but the more I thought the more lost I got. (Was my wish really the smartest… did I really mean to be in the situation I am now… is Arceus testing me?)
All were questions that continued to eat at my conscience.
*Knock*
My ears instantly perked up. I turned my attention to the door and waited to see if there would be another knock.
*Knock* *Knock*
"Hello? I'm here with food."
The voice was masculine, but still sounded quite young.
I focused on the door.
The doorknob twisted itself and opened slowly as I dropped my head back into the bed, looking at the man as he stood at the door way. His face was full of surprise and fear. Although Raid was already asleep, I had one eye watching him closely.
This however only scared the male more as he struggled to speak.
"Y…Y… You must be Latios…"
Even for me, it was a first. This was the first soldier Raid and I allowed ourselves to be seen by so close besides Sam.
I began reading his mind without his knowledge and began looking through his history. His mind was relatively easy to read since he was still very young and inexperienced. That and I'd practiced before in reading others thoughts – think cleanly people.
Although my eyes were physically looking at the man, my mind was also looking through images of himself and his travels.
(Interesting, he's a new recruit… Pretty young for an individual of his age to be here.)
Based on the man's memories, I could tell he was 21 years of age, with only minimal experience in the field.
I continued searching through his memories as he stood frozen in place by his own fear outside the doorway.
I stopped searching and watched the man as he refused to move.
(I guess staring at him isn't helping him at all. He's been standing there for quite some time now.)
Trying to break the ice, I cooed happily from where I was and smiled at him.
At first the sound scared him further away from the door (much to my own dismay) but nonetheless he entered the room.
Although Latias was the most skilled at feeling other people's emotions, I learned from her and could easily feel the tension this man was feeling.
(For a skilled marine, he sure does scare easy, but I guess I can't blame him for seeing a 9 foot dragon in front of him.)
The man had successfully entered through the doorway and was now presently stuck again frozen in fear.
I psychically face palmed myself for what I was seeing in front of me.
I decided to restrict movement so that I didn't scare him or the food he was carrying with him away.
Instead I rested my head back down against the bed and made another friendly cooing noise.
The man shook his head reminding himself of what he was doing here in the first place and then bravely took another footstep forward.
To me, this was by far the slowest waiter I've met so far. On the other hand, it was enough to make me smile on the inside while slightly frustrated that it was taking so long on the outside.
Nonetheless I kept a smile hiding my sharp razor teeth from his view.
Eventually (after about 8 minutes). The man was finally able to get close enough to where he could actually serve the two plates to Raid and I.
At the smell of food, Raid's sensitive nose took over and awoke him from his sleep.
Not wanting to ruin the moment I telepathed Raid to remain still where he was and not open his eyes. I didn't want our first impression to scare this young one.
After serving the two plates, the man slowly (faster than before) made his way back out of the room keeping eye contact with me as he put his hands behind his back.
Although he was trying his best to look friendly, his mind and body were both clues to how scared he really was.
Once he was at the door, I happily cooed once more and waved a paw good bye.
This only made the man even more confused when I psychically closed the door on him.
Outside. The marine just stood there totally baffled as to what just happened, but quickly made his way down the hall to where ever he needed to be.
Inside, I was laughing hard. Never had I seen a grown up man, added a marine, feel so scared and worried for his own safety even though I had no intention of doing harm. It felt good to laugh again, even if we were locked inside a massive concrete building with no virtual way out.
Raid opened his eyes and asked what the laughter was about.
I just told him to read my mind as I redirected my attention towards the silver plate in front of me. There was a big piece of steak with pasta and green beans on the side. As for the appetizer, there was only water… (if that's even an appetizer…)
I didn't expect anything fancy and wasn't too surprised to say the least. I did however find it funny that they provided us with a spoon and fork. Neither of us could physically hold them effectively to use, or be able to bring them close enough to our mouth to see what we were eating, but they were a nice touch to the rest of the meal.
I was however grateful that both Raid and I made it out and were lucky enough to have food in front of us.
However, it wasn't enough to forget about Latias.
Raid on the other hand wasn't complaining too much and had already begun eating.
I on the other hand sniffed my food first. Raid had trained me before to sniff for anything poisonous before eating something foreign.
Luckily the food smelled clean and I began to chow down as well.
Ten minutes later and our plates were cleaned and Raid was back to taking a nap. I stayed up and resumed my thoughts on the situation.
(I guess I need to find out when I'm going to show myself to Sam.)
Raid was breathing lightly off to the side completely knocked out.
I smiled before resting my head down.
'Latias… I'm so sorry for putting you through this…'
It was heart breaking for me to think the least.
I looked at the clock… (It's only been 45 minutes. Kevin can't be very long now. And Latias…)
With Kevin 12 miles out into the storm…
"Keep it up men, we're almost there!" Kevin shouted into his radio.
The radio was the only form of communication in this storm.
Kevin was in a group of twelve. Four were in each of the three humvees, each making their way towards the location of the Latias's emitter.
"Three more miles to go! Let's push up the pace!"
The small group picked up speed and raced across the sand.
Not long later, they were within 500 feet of the emitter.
"Alright men, slow it down and watch carefully in front of you. We don't want to run over our target."
Kevin was in second position sitting next to the driver he was with, looking into the darkness and trying to spot anything that resembled Latias.
"Sir, I don't see anything yet."
"We'll keep looking! She's here somewhere!"
Then another voice came of the radio.
"Sir! I see something. Uh, check you left window. I'm flashing my lights."
Kevin quickly switched windows and spotted the flashing headlights. He looked further ahead and quickly spotted a red object.
"THERE! ALL MEN MOVE IN NOW! SECURE THAT POSITION!"
All the men jumped out of their humvees and immediately into the raging sandstorm outside.
Kevin followed suit sprinting out of the humvee and towards the red object. His men quickly caught up and secured the area holding their weapons at their shoulders.
Kevin got closer.
"Oh on…"
Ahh man, Latias better be okay or I swear Raid is going to hurt someone.
As for all the time spend again I apologize. I just haven't been feeling like myself lately and I wanted to make this one extra long since I was out for an inexcusable amount of time.
*Bows in disgrace*
On the bright side however, this marks pretty much the end of the information part of the story and more into the action kick-butt, blow more jets out of the sky type of thing… how will I do it you ask since there's a sand storm raging around, you'll just have to see for yourself.
ALSO! THE AWESOME PEOPLE OF FANFICTION HAVE CREATED A WAY TO TYPE COMMENTS WITHOUT THE NEED FOR AN ACCOUNT!
SO DEW IT! NOW! OR MAY THE LORD HELP YOU, RAID KNOWS WHERE YOU LIVE….