Disclaimer: The Loud House and associated characters belong to Nickelodeon and Chris Savino.

vanhellsing9000: Haha. Yeah, the military is somewhat predictable. But, kill off Senior? No, it's way too early for something that traumatic. Don't worry. Any "kinkiness" will come later and be tame compared to my usual stuff.

nuuo: While inspired by Evangelion, this is my own story. There is little comparison other than mechs and monsters. You'll have to wait to see what I have planned.

Aztec 13: I can't answer that question at the moment. You'll have to keep reading to find out.

Atom King: Why waste resources and time rebuilding when one can add to what's already there? As with the response above, I can't answer whether Bobby is still alive.

NerdRyuu: I'm glad you're enjoying the story. Don't think of it as chapters. Each episode is split into three parts: beginning, middle, and end. Each season will have thirteen episodes. So, I plan to develop this over a very long time, and it may be my only active story for some time.

Cypher

By LolaPresents

Season 1 - Episode 2

Containment- Part 2

[Montage - Various Locations]

The following week saw much activity in and around the lot at 1216 Franklin Street. The first visible evidence that something unusual was happening was the quickly erected helipad on top of the garage, which now served as the military's communication center and barracks. The grounds now crawled with military contracts and personnel who waited patiently for the machinery, materials, and supplies that seemed to arrive every few hours.

No sooner than a shipment arrived, it got used in the construction of two new silos. The original cylindrical bunker only had a few underground floors to it. The silo was also cylindrical but was much more extensive and extended further down. The lift used to access both lay between them, opening on one side to access the bunker and again on the other to reach the silo. The two new silos and lifts were getting built around the bunker in much the same fashion.

The lack of sightings or news over the past few days was both a reprieve as much as worrisome. The calm always came before the storm, after all. Regardless, it was a nervous time of rest for the Loud family, who used the entertainment equipment they'd requested from the military to pass the time and stay in shape. It took some arguing by Lisa and Lori. But backed up by their mother, several games got brought in.

Training continued alongside their off-hours activities. Some spent that time studying reports, while others worked out or spent time at the shooting range or playing one of the games, which included air hockey, pool, and darts. A sidearm was part of everyone's uniform. However, Lisa foresaw her parent's concern. Each unit had to be activated manually on Lisa's pad. In addition, they had genetically coded triggers.

It was nearly noon on the eighth day when General Wright's voice sounded over the intercom. "Your attention, please," he said sternly. "The status meeting will begin shortly. Make your way to the briefing room promptly. That is all."

[Recreation Room]

"Haha!" beamed Lola, pumping her fist in the air after the puck sailed past Lana's planchette and into the goal. "That's what you get for being so distracted!"

"You're the one that's distracted!" argued Lola's twin as dark lines shot from her eyes. "They called a meeting! Or, weren't you listening?"

"Yeah, yeah..." grumped Lola, folding her arms and looking at her sister sideways. "Anyway, let's go."

[Firing Range]

*piff piff piff*

"Nice work, guys!" announced Lori after she signaled for Lucy and Luan to lower their weapons. "You're aim is getting better Lucy!"

"Uh, thanks," the young goth replied as she and her older sister laid their firearms and ear muffs on the table before them.

Lisa briefly registered each gun in her app and deactivated it. "Alright," she announced. "You probably missed the announcement with your headgear on. However, General Wright has called a meeting."

"What? Again?" sputtered Luan as she and Lucy claimed and holstered their weapons. "We've had one every day, and it's always the same! No news, no sightings, no nothing!"

"Stow it..." mumbled Lori, heading for the lift. "You never know when something is going to happen."

[Sparring Floor]

With several loud blows on her whistle, Lynn called the sparring matches to a close. "You heard him, maggots!" she barked, worked up from all the exercise and training. "Go get ready for the meeting!"

"Geez..." breathed Lincoln as he collapsed backward onto the blue mat. "I feel dead."

"Me too," agreed a very sweaty Leni, rubbing her neck while sitting on her haunches. "I still don't see why we have to train too."

"Because, brah..." scolded Luna, washing the sweat from her face and draping the towel over her shoulder. Then, looking back at her two prone siblings, "It's good for us. Besides..." she smiled, holding up one finger. "Don't you want a shot at piloting one of the new Deacons?"

"Are you kidding just now?" muttered Lincoln as he rose. "She can barely drive a car."

"Hey!" spat Leni, running after them.

[Board Room]

"...work on the expansion project is going according to schedule," General Wright said as everyone listened. "We've distributed all the scientific data to five other locations within the continental United States, two in Canada, and two in Mexico."

"What about the other nations?" Lisa inquired. "Shouldn't they get the same?"

"We've offered," Wright mumbled with disgust. "However, as there have been reports from overseas, they've taken to patrolling international waters for now."

"So..." hummed Lisa thoughtfully before looking up at the man. "You plan to contain the spread. Is that it?"

"Indeed," the General replied, nodding. "Besides, we want to limit who gets hold of this technology as widespread use could result in even more devastating wars in the future."

"What you mean to say is," Rita summarized with folded arms. "You want to retain military superiority."

"Perhaps..." acknowledged the officer, staring at the long white table around which everyone sat. "However, that decision came down from those above me. I'm only following orders."

For a moment, the room was silent. Then, General Wright looked up, considering the team before him. He never believed he'd be leading a group of children in all his years serving in the military. Yet, one of them was the reason for the existence of the Daemons, something nobody else fully understood. Who better than her and her siblings to fight them? Still, he would have nuked the Daemons before they spread if he could have his way. As it was, the administration dismissed his idea outright.

"Lisa," he queried. "Have you reached a decision?"

Suddenly, all heads turned toward the five-year-old scientist. The man's question left everyone puzzled and anxious. To their knowledge, Lisa was under no active orders beyond additional training. Together, they looked on expectantly, wondering what their sister had gotten tasked with. She hadn't said anything to anyone, which was concerning. Things were stressful enough. Withholding information could be problematic.

"Yes, General, I have," sighed Lisa, coming to a stand, a pile of Manilla folders spread on the table before her. "I am ready to announce my selections to pilot the new Deacons."

"What?!" gasped her siblings, a low hum rumble and a sense of excitement spreading around the room. "Why didn't you tell us it was up to you?" came the responses.

"Because," groaned Lisa, adjusting her glasses as she stared her siblings into submission. "Had you known, you would've acted differently around me," she informed them, placing her palms on the table. "To fairly evaluate your suitableness, I had to monitor your progress in training and observe your attitudes toward it without my presence affecting it."

Once more, the room erupted into claims of unfair practices, and soon, arguments broke out among the siblings.

"Enough!" called Lori, bringing the murmuring to order. "Lisa? Please continue."

Staring sharply at General Wright, who sat with his hands steepled at the opposite end of the table, the overhead lights reflected off her glasses.

"It was a difficult decision," she announced to everyone. "I had to choose those who would not only fit combat roles effectively, but also those we could afford to replace in the command center."

"Out with it already!" barked Luan, red in the face with anticipation.

"My choice as the pilot for the second Deacon is..." she said calmly. "Luna."

"What?!" gasped the musical teen, her eyes struggling to remain in their sockets. "Why me?"

"A few reasons," Lisa stated. "First, aside from Lynn, you're the most physically fit, and we need her at the tactical station. Second, your station, though important, is the least impactful. Father has a musical background and can take over for you. Third, you're older and taller than Lincoln, so you're Deacon will be too. Your role will be defense and protecting the others while they fight. Besides, your attitude lately only supports my decision."

"I understand," hummed Luna, conceding the conversation to her sister.

"My pick for the third Deacon is..." she calmly said once more. "Lucy."

"M-me?" the dark-haired girl gasped, pointing to herself with a shaky finger. "That doesn't make any sense at all!"

"Sure, it does," affirmed Lisa, adjusting her glasses. "With Luna acting as a shield and Lincoln providing close-quarters damage, your role will be dealing long-range damage. As you're younger and smaller than Lincoln, your Deacon will be, too, boosting your natural penchant for stealth and mobility. Our mother can easily take over your station with her medical training."

"I..." Lucy stammered, visibly shaking. Then, gathering her resolve, her face lit up. "I'll do my best!"

"Very well, then," nodded Wright. "It seems everyone agrees. Proceed at your discretion. In the meantime, are there any other concerns?"

Lori went blank as she stared at her lap. While the others began a quick question-and-answer period to learn about how things were outside, she had more on her mind. She'd done her best to sit on her worries for some time, but with little else going on, she decided now was the time to press the issue. Standing amidst those discussing the state of affairs, local and abroad, Lori brazenly stood and spoke out of turn.

"I want to start rescue and relocation efforts during downtime!" she demanded, pointing at General Wright. "There are people out there suffering. Family, friends, loved ones. You said you wouldn't get involved in how we do things, so you can't refuse!"

"I see..." hummed General Wright, pushing his shades into place. "Actually... we agreed I wouldn't tell you how to complete your orders, not that you were free to do as you wish," he reminded her before standing and taking an authoritative posture. "Permission denied!"

"What?!" gasped Lori, her eyes wide, her face red, and her pointed finger drooping. "How can you say that!" she yelled. "What about our extended family? Some of us even have boyfriends and girlfriends we want to save!"

"Miss Loud!" shouted General Wright, slamming his fists on the table. "Don't you think I have missing loved ones? Many of us do! But we can't house everyone, and cherry-picking who to save is out of the question! Not only would it be unfair, but it would cost us the support of the people!"

Calming mildly, Wright stood and straightened his uniform. "Now then..." he spoke. "My decision stands. Until further notice, only military personnel are authorized to leave this facility. Is that understood?"

Lori took her seat, growling under her breath. Her face was hot with anger, and her fists kept opening and closing on their own as she watched the beefy man gather his things and leave the room.

[Commissary]

Lori stood leaning against the wall beside the vending machine she'd just used. Luan stood before her, arms folded and looking toward the floor. Taking a sip of her soda, Lori had mainly calmed by then. Though she understood General Wright's reasoning, she didn't like it. Sighing, she stared at her annoyed sister.

"What are we going to do now, Luan?" she whispered. "You, Leni, Luna, and I..." Lori led. "Don't you miss Benny? With how things look, it could be years before this is over."

"I know," conceded the former comedienne. "It pisses me off, too. But still..." she mumbled. "Maybe once the other Deacon sites get built and are operational, things will begin to settle. Maybe then we can start saving people and building new housing."

"That's not what I mean, and you know it," quipped the older girl, propping one leg against the wall she leaned against. "We're teenagers. We're supposed to be dating, not fighting monsters."

"Yeah..." replied Luan, her face growing dim. "It's like our lives have been put on hold."

"For me, it's more complicated than that," Lori admitted, staring at the can in her hand. "Look, I'm older than you. I'm an adult, and me and Bobby..."

"What?" gasped the startled girl. "We always wondered, but seriously? You wait until a time like this to confess?"

"It doesn't matter anymore, I suppose," sighed the older woman. "It's not like we have anyone else here."

Lori took a deep breath before finishing her soda, then crushed the can and tossed it into the bin. She then headed for the lift, stopping long enough to gaze at Luan standing awkwardly behind her, her fists held pensively by her chin.

"A woman has needs. You know?" she said before feigning a smile and entering the lift.

"What did she mean by that?" Luan whispered to herself. "What is she thinking?"

[Latrine]

Luckily for Lincoln, he arrived a bit late. Steam filled the large multi-tapped and tiled room, and suds covered most of those there. All he had to do was face the wall and not look in their direction. Simple. Right? Though, that didn't guarantee they'd do the same. Their apparent aloofness about the entire situation astounded the boy. Okay, the younger ones having less modesty was one thing. But the older ones?

Still, he couldn't help but silently acknowledge a mild curiosity. Having lived nearly two months with nobody but his sisters to keep him company, any pubescent boy might have gone mad by now. And, it's not as though he had the chance to learn about such things from his friends or the internet. For one, most of his friends were as ignorant as he was. For another, parental controls kept him from peeking at porn.

All he had to go on were drawings in textbooks, which weren't the same. Looking at roughly drawn cross-sections of the human body wasn't exactly exciting or told him anything special about women. Maybe a peek here and there wouldn't hurt if they missed it. Lincoln was more concerned about his changing physique. He'd never live it down if it reacted at the wrong time and his sisters noticed.

"Hey, Lucy?" sputtered under her stream of hot water, vigorously washing her face. "Do you think you're up to this? Piloting a Deacon, I mean."

"I'm more worried about you," replied the short girl as she lathered her hair. "I'll be at a distance. But you..." she murmured with concern. "You'll be out front, taking the brunt of the damage."

As Lincoln listened to their exchange, he felt an immeasurable sense of responsibility overcome him. It partially helped distract his mind and cluttered it with more concerning thoughts. So far, he had been alone out there. Everyone else was back in the silo, safe from harm. Now, he'd have to fight the Daemons and keep two of his sisters safe. And that was his top priority. Without thinking, Lincoln turned and faced his sisters, whose backs glistened in the water's sheen.

"Hey, guys?" he called, his wet hair matted across his brow. "You'll both do excellent!" he announced proudly, giving them a thumbs up. "Besides, I'll be out there with you and never let anything happen to you! You know?"

Surprised at how direct his words seemed, both girls turned and faced him. Lucy's hands were still embedded in her hair while the cascade of water rinsed away streams of bubbles from Luna's chest and abdomen. It took a second, but Lincoln's eyes widened, and a look of horror came across his face as his nose began to bleed.

"Oh, man!" he gasped, facing the wall again. "I'm so stupid! I'm sorry!"

"Oh..." Luna sighed, her mouth forming a small circle as she grabbed her left arm with her right, glancing at Lucy, who'd dropped her arms by her side.

Nodding, Lucy slowly began walking toward Lincoln, and Luna followed suit. Appearing on either of Lincoln's sides, they confronted him. His reaction was silly and juvenile. After all, they worked closely every day, training. How many times had sweat rendered their assets entirely visible? How many times had they fallen on top of each other?

"Lincoln..." whispered Luna, grabbing his thin arm. "It's okay. Really. We're not embarrassed, and neither should you."

"Yes. Lincoln," agreed the younger sister. "If we can't do something as simple as bathe together, what happens when one of us is injured and you must perform first aid?"

"Guys..." Lincoln implored, hanging his head in the shower. "It's not that. I'm sure I could do that," he reassured them. "But that's different. Here, in the shower, when it isn't required. It makes me feel strange. You know?"

"I see," hummed Luna, letting go of her brother's arm and stepping back. "It's because..." she stammered, growing red in the face and lowering her gaze. "Lincoln, that's perfectly normal for a boy your age. And, if anyone gives you grief over it, I'll make them regret it. Okay?"

"Ack!" snapped Lincoln, his hands immediately covering his manhood. "Can we not talk about this? It's embarrassing! You know?"

And before Lucy could respond, the high-pitched wail of the alarm sounded, echoing off the tiled walls.

"Alright!" snapped Luna, shutting off her spigot. "Time to rock!"

[Command Center]

Everyone else had already assembled when the trio ran in, fully dressed and ready to go. Lori ordered the alarm silent as they entered so everyone could focus on their tasks. As neither the second or third Deacon was yet complete, Luna and Lucy took their positions at their consoles while Lincoln donned the piloting suit as he rode the lift up to the gantry.

"What's the situation?" he asked over his headset.

"A large red dot, I mean a Daemon, is closing in on the mall!" shouted Leni. "And there's a lot of yellow... I mean people!"

"Isn't that where the shelter is?" inquired Lana as she prepped the Deacon for launch.

"It is," sighed Lori. "Lincoln, this is going to be a tough one."

"You don't have to tell me!" Lincoln blurted. "Things might be bad, but I promise, I'm going to save every single one of those people! You know?"