Revised from FFnet

This story features an OC whose POV will be highlighted almost as much as Percy's. If you are not a fan of OCs, I suggest you move on or skim past him.

Prologue

A large desk in the middle of a glass room is projecting a solar system with 15 different planets slowly orbiting the blue sun. Four of said planets have several ships around them, some with a red horn as their insignia, some with a sword of ice as the insignia. An intercom begins to beep as icy white, with a hint of forgotten green eyes scan the battle realm.

"Is there an issue lieutenant? Because I assigned you there to make sure that there wouldn't be," a steely voice carried out.

"Sir the information we received on their firepower is inaccurate or downplayed severely. We do not have the ships to defeat planet X-290."

"In other words, rather than prepare for any change or misinformation, you ran in taking exactly what be just enough to beat your enemy? Endangering your men? Hiding in the command center of your ship rather than fighting for the lives of your men and the citizens of X-291?" The commander's voice rose with every question. He cut the connection and twisted the ring on his finger, causing frozen armor to sprout from it and cover him from head to toe. He pulled out his frosted axe and cut through the air causing a portal to appear and he jumped through it.

After landing, he looked around until he found the cowering lieutenant, grabbed him, and threw him through the portal he had just entered from. Then proceeded to grab the ship's speaker, shouting, "ABANDON SHIP. THIS IS COMMANDER FROST AND I AM ORDERING YOU TO ABANDON SHIP AND RETURN TO CHAOTICA IMMEDIATELY!"

He took a deep breath and turned on the oxygen in his helmet before sealing it. He opened the airlock on the ship and leaped out towards the enemy ship, who were unaware of their impending death. Frost sheathed his axe and grabbed the side of the ship. With amazing strength and grip he swung the ship into the side of the larger ship, creating a gaping hole and sending dozens of enemies into the dark abyss that is space.

Frost jumped on the ship and fought his way to the top of the ship where the commander was likely at. The hole in the ship made it quite difficult to walk as the oxygen got sucked out of the ship, but he used that to his advantage, kicking enemies behind him, toward the opening and slicing another with a hidden weapon that they couldn't seem to find nor defend against. As he ascends each floor he presses a button on his left forearm, pulsing out an EMP blast, preventing the command from knowing where he is or how the hell a giant hole appeared in their ship. The room before the control room had several people in it, the most dangerous men in planet X-290's army.

Frost looked at them, as they got up and grabbed their weapons, all of them larger than him, heavily armored and menacing grins with malicious intent. An 8 on 1, in favor of them, and not looking too good for Frost. Sensing the arrogance in the room, he decided not to press his EMP this time to give a show to the opposing commander, before pulling out his frosted axe.

Four of them rushed him at once surrounding him and attacking from all sides, seeming rehearsed. They hadn't unsheathed their weapons, confident that this battle wouldn't last too long while the others who were waiting had broadswords at the ready. Frost dodges a strike aimed for his temple, while at the same time avoiding a fist going towards his left leg, simultaneously slicing the arm of one assailant off and kicking the fourth hard enough to knock him unconscious.

Before the four remaining men realized that they needed to join, Frost proceeded to cut through another's chest, his axe ripping through their armor easily, and tossed the axe like a frisbee at the last immediate threat, slicing their head off. Those touched by his blade began to freeze over, their skin turning to ice, until they were sculptures that even Khione would be proud of.

The remaining men looked on in shock before drawing their swords, gulping nervously, and cautiously stepping forward. Frost smirked under his helmet at their fear and finally pressed the EMP, making everything go dark. The opposing commander frantically moves to get the power back on and when he does, the doors have already slid open and there stood Frost covered in blood, the room behind covered in ice and broken sculptures. He leaped out of his seat to grab a weapon, his attempt useless because Frost drew a pistol made of ice and shot two bullets in the commander's head. He proceeded to open every hatch on the ship, turn off gravity, and upset the balance of the ship.

Whistling to himself he pressed his thumbs to the side of the enemy's head and set a chip on the forehead, extracting data from his thoughts. Beeping goes off in his head and he groans before slicing through the air and jumping through to his next and most important mission.

LINE BREAK

The day was bright and sunny. Very bright and sunny. As a result, it was hot as fuck, 103 degrees (F) in fact, but that was the norm for this planet. The inhabitants consequently did not wear much, only covering the jewels and goodies, and built structures high enough to better catch the breeze, or far underground enough to escape the rays of the sun. Every planet has its good people and bad people, but due to it being broad daylight for 36 hours out of 40 hours in a day, crime was pretty low. Or was it just that the criminals were smart enough to just commit offenses that even the sun couldn't reach….

These hidden crimes couldn't be addressed because, well, they're hidden. So men such as Enverd Gastroloc could get away with stealing the government's money, specifically the funds going towards helping anyone with diseases. If there weren't vaccines around 20 years ago to save his father, then there wouldn't be any to save another sick father, mother, or even a child.

No one knew where this money was going and would never find out because Gastroloc knew not to put all the money into his account at once, but to instead put it in as if he kept getting promotions at his job. He is basically untouchable even if someone finds out because he has the money to have them put down as soon as possible.

Luckily for this planet, a man wearing all-black armor with a hood covering his face found himself on the roof of a skyscraper, waiting for information and an opportunity. Not just any roof but a roof 300 meters from the office of Gastroloc. Any other person peering inside would see a middle-aged man in his 40s or 50s leaning back with a stack of completed papers to the left on his desk and a computer turned off while he reads the datapad in front of him.

The man seems pretty harmless with two awards on the desk across from a picture of a beautiful wife and adorable daughter on his shoulders, all three of them with big loving smiles on their faces. Another pic of him and his wife on a date, gazing at each other, eyes full of love. The assassin on the roof snorted at this, shaking his head. He stretched his senses far enough to penetrate the room he was viewing and from his perspective he hears the guy groaning slightly every few seconds, rocking his hips slightly, eyes rolling back randomly. There's an added moan too, more feminine and sounds like gagging as well.

Unfortunately, the pictures of the man's happy family weren't enough to stop him from finding pleasure away from home. The assassin hears a beep and looks arm his right forearm. It expands into a screen detailing information about Enverd Gastroloc, confirming his identity, crimes, and approval for death. The man adds infidelity to the list before closing the screen on his arm and pressing a button under his hood that removed his mask and hood.

The assassin could infiltrate undercover as an associate, fall in from the roof, and expose Gastroloc, or simpler even, just break through the window and make a scene before brutally murdering the man (his favorite). As he sat and contemplated his forearm beeped once again, alerting him that he was late for his next mission, a mission that Lady Chaos herself found to be extremely important.

He scrapped all his dramatic ideas, placed a pair of hi-tech shades on his face, and activated them. The secretary who was very busy under the desk, continued slurping away while thinking of ways to get out of this blackmail situation she found herself in. It's been a while since she was caught not paying her dues to the government and hoped that she wouldn't have to serve her captor much longer.

She feels him harden in her mouth a little more and realized that he was about to cum and increased her efforts. Then she heard glass break and the dick in her mouth limp all of a sudden, slowly dripping cum as if the body wasn't capable of shooting it.

"Edward you okay? Did I do something wrong, I wasn't really focusing on the task at hand but I can make it u-"

A scream was heard from the building and a frantic woman ran from the room to save her own life, not knowing that the man who did this relocated from Vv-7 to A-1 for his next and most important mission.