Yeah, another omake. This is from the point of view of people who weren't in that epic battle. So, enjoy!
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"Wow, impressive fight."
The source of the comment was Synais. He, along with Fide and Kathikon, were watching the training battle on a very large viewscreen, within a media room their creator had set up just for watching this kind of fight. Several bowls of popcorn and assorted drinks rested nearby the trio of advisors, in various states of consumption.
"Really?" responded Kathikon. "All that you can say about the battle is that it is impressive?"
"Well, it is."
Grumbling in annoyance, Kathi turned her attention back to the battle. Right now, both sides had an equal chance of winning, but that could change in an instant.
Her attention was soon pulled away again, though, when she heard another of the screens in the room coming online and playing something other than the battle they were watching. It seemed to be focusing on the wild west.
"You're watching Westworld? Right now?!"
"Hey, it's a good show."
"True, though I believe you're only interested in it for the reasons of amusement and carnality. I saw how you were watching Clementine's ... demonstration yesterday."
"Oh, blah, blah blah, just be quiet."
On the display screen, four riders were entering a town. An interesting piece of music was beginning ot play, as well.
"...Is this Hector's raid?" questioned Kathi.
"Yes. I'm watching it again."
"Do you mind if I join you?"
"Um, sure. You want to join in, Fide?"
"No, I am fine. I want to see how this battle turns out."
"Okay."
"Hey, guys! You have any extra popcorn?!" questioned Rory as he entered the room. "We ran out in our room and-"
Instantly, Synais hit a button, causing the screen showing Hector's raid to be replaced with another view of the battle on the planet below.
"Hey, what was that about?!" questioned Kathi.
"Yeah, there on the counter," remarked Synais, while shooting a very pointed glare at his complaining companion. Rory failed to notice this as he grabbed two more bowls and headed back to join his siblings in watching the carnage.
"Why did you change the screen? It was getting to the good part!"
"Because," noted Synais, "I do not want to corrupt our creator's son."
"I doubt seeing some blood is going to have adverse effects on his mental wellbeing."
"Well, I'm not taking...any...chances...oh great, now I'm acting like you."
"...And I am acting like you...This never happened."
"Nope."
Fide merely grinned at this scene. So amusing.
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Back at the Infernum Hub World, several networks had begun broadcasting the battle, hoping to attract viewers with the spectacle. Their hopes were not unfounded, as many were tuning in to watch the conflict. As it was not intended to be a bloody affair, many parents were sitting down to watch it with their children, hoping at least to enjoy some time with their families before the daily issues of life separated them again, if only for a fleeting moment.
"Wow, those are some weird weapons," remarked Pamela. "I mean, who makes a bomb that shoots molasses?"
"Seeing how it doesn't kill you, I would say someone who prefers to take down others non-lethally," was Tobias response.
His sister had decided to take a break from her medical studies (despite being fifteen, she was already certified in first aid and in possession of a associate's degree in medicine) in order to watch the battle, wanting to see something that was, in her words, full of action, rather than the dullness of her education. Tobias couldn't really fault her there, especially since he would have watched the battle regardless of his sister's desires. So far, it was proving enjoyable.
"So, what do you think that molasses bomb was made of?" asked Pamela. "And I want the long description."
"Most likely some high end polymers," was her brother's reply. "Can't be more specific, though - it acts like tar when it hits the air, but is still permeable enough to breathe in. All things considered, its probably something that humans have never even made - I mean, he is using a machine that outstrips everything we've got by years at least."
"I see...Hey, can you help me make some extra stuff for my emergency bag?"
"As long as it is medicine. I'm a chemist in training and part time cardiologist, not a general doctor."
"I know. Just a few more disinfectants and some penicillin."
"Ok, I'm on it."
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"GO LERNEA! TAKE DOWN THE MEAN BATTLESHIP!"
"Stephen, the Battleship isn't mean, it's just on the opposite side."
"I know, but this is more fun."
"True."
Alexis and her brother had both tuned into the battle, with their parents joining them for a moment before being forced to leave - some sea gulls were trying to steal the wind chimes again. While they had yet to see their intelligent carrier friend since they had officially emigrated to the federation, they hoped that eventually, they could meet her again and make up for lost time. True, they had only known her for a few weeks, but she was very kind to them, and they would not forget that.
Needless to say, seeing their friend on television, and now in possession of a human body, was a bit surprising.
"So, Hydra 01...I mean, Lernea... has a body of her own now?" asked Stephen.
"Yes, she does."
"Where'd she get that from? Did she grow it?"
"Considering the technology the Commander has, probably."
"I see...so, do you want to try and meet her again after this? Maybe we can convince her to let us be her crew? Well, we could be part of her crew, any way."
"Maybe, but I don't think the Head of the Federation, the 'Commander', will let her. We'd be putting ourselves in unnecessary danger, and he wouldn't like that."
"Oh, right...can we go swimming after this?"
"Sure, but make sure that you wear trunks that fit tight - I'm not covering for you if they slip off like they did five months ago. And I don't think girls we will be into seeing you without clothes yet."
"One, that is disgusting, and two, one of your swimsuits is just a string..."
"...well...um..."
"Nevermind, but counter."
"Agreed...Set up crab traps before we go swimming?"
"OF COURSE! CRAB IS DELICIOUS!"
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(Illuminate Home World)
"...That's the first time Timingila has ever lost, isn't it?" remarked Cassidy. It wasn't a question, but a statement.
"Indeed," noted Leal. "This is her first lost. Good thing, too."
"Is that because you learn best from when you mess up?"
"Yes it is."
"Okay. Um, could you go get me some more shrimp? I'm out, and mom didn't show me how to teleport them to my hands yet."
"Of course."
With that, Leal left.
"Your mom really goes crazy when she wants to show off," noted a voice from the other end of the room. Turning toward it, Cassidy saw the petite, fair skinned, freckled and red haired form of Sophia Flowers staring back at her, having taken a moment to turn her attention away from the carnage.
"Yeah, she does. She can also be kinda mean at times, but she's really sweet once you get past that."
"I know, I've seen her nice side first hand."
Indeed she had. After losing her home to the Drengin, Sophia was unsure what would happen to her family, and had been stunned when the head of the Emyprean Illuminate had offered to allow Sophia and her family to live within the Illuminate, no strings attached. Though her parents had initially been unsure about the move, they soon caved in - they did not want to refuse said kindness, especially since the Drengin had more or less bankrupted their insurance company, meaning they didn't really have nay way to recover from the loss of their home without bankrupting themselves. Additionally, the few friends she still had (those who she hadn't grown distant from, had moved away before or after the attack, or had been among the casualties of the Dregin's aggression) had als obeen allowed to join her, with the High Sovereign personally extending the offer to them. It was...nice, to say the least.
Unknown to Sophia, Cassidy was very happy that her mom had allowed the girl to live with them. She'd seen her mom act like a jerk, at times, to put it mildly, and it really made Cass sick to see this, especially since that wasn't who her mom really was. yes, she could grate on your nerves, but beneath that, she was kind and caring for others. She was pretty sure everyone who didn't oppose her was grateful of her kindness...even if they pretended not to.
Idly, as she thought back to her mom offering to let Sophia live in the Illuminate, she couldn't help but laugh a little bit when she realized that Comander Flame had done the exact same thing with many, many people when he had been in the beyond Earth Universe. Perhaps her mom was more similar to that boy than she realized.
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As the battle raged on, Celm couldn't help but smile.
The two armies, one belonging to his subordinate, the other her 'pet', had been at it for hours, and while they were finally showing signs of fatigue as a whole, they still had a lot of fight left in them. That was, without a doubt, commendable.
And it seemed the rest of his subordinates felt the same way.
"Well, I'll give her credit, Omega is good at choosing decent people to fight for her," noted Operative Tau.
"Indeed she is," responded Zeta. "Though, I wonder how much longer they will last."
"Can you just shut up and watch the fighting?" asked a third operative, this one named Sigma.
"Fine. Though, does everyone have their special 'gifts' planned for October?" was Tau's response. "I believe that the Illuminate will need them for their special plan."
"Yes, we've got them all ready. And no, we didn't put exploding sheep in there. Or slugs."
That reminded Celm, he needed to prepare for that too.
The conversation soon devolved into their plans for that particular day, unintentionally reminding Celm that yes, that day was coming up soon, and that he needed to prepare for it. Before he could really devote much time to that thought, though, he received a notification from one of his other charges, complaining that frilled dinosaurs ha dbrowln into one of the many auxiliary pantries. Annoyed, he sighed - how did those Jaggi he got from his journey to the lands of Moga continue to escape?
Also, on an unrelated note, what was Draginol going to think of this fight? Celm could tell that Draginol had proved watching it, but he really didn't care to learn the Mithralar's opinion right now - he had things to fix.
What an interesting day.
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AN: Yeah, kinda boring, but I wanted to make sure that I didn't forget about anyone here. No reason to make OCs with in depth personalities if they never show up again.
So, Read and Review. This is Flameal15k, signing off!