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After the Valkyrie docked with the Mothership Dreadnought Perrywinkle, Victor Fowl was summoned to the bridge to meet the new supreme leader of the Valdish trolls. He was Grand Admiral Samuel Durahn, a tall bulky bluish-silver haired man, with grayish skin significantly older than the middle-aged, but still youthful within Victor fowl. He was currently at his throne arguing with another captain over the radio about his name.

"I told you my name! It's Durahn! DURAHN!" he growled "What's so funny?! Look...just go east and search for hunting grounds so we can feed the remainder of our people dammit!" and he hung up.

The captain behind his throne introduced Fowl and said he had summoned him previously "Oh so silly of me" he said as he spun his throne to face Victor "Please...please tell me now. Is there something I should know?"

Fowl successfully contained a snicker within to be polite and said "What is your bidding Grand Admiral?"

"I regret to inform you that with the queens death you are demoted to commander. But fear not, commander Fowl. You still have your personal squad, airship and crew, and any resources or weaponry you require within reason."

Fowl was disappointed and it was obvious on his face "I understand," he bowed.

"I know you, Victor. I know that you are way more efficient for the Valdish Fleet as a commander than a general."

"Yes. But ever since I lost the Cloaked Widow Maker to the dragons, my squad has never been as useful. Hell, in a fight with just one dragon-let alone many-our rifles may as well be firing spit balls. But Shigi managed to kill many...and then he just randomly started shooting his own men...then died.

Samuel spat out his grog he was sipping from a wooden flagon and almost fell off his throne in laughter "You-...you dont believe in that propaganda do you? HARHARHARHAR!"

"Why?...wait," his eyes went wide "Shigi didn't kill his own men at the battle of Twilight Falls?"

"No...he didnt even die. He surrendered to the dragons, joined them, and him, Spyro and Cynder destroyed our Dead Marshes base."

"So he's a traitor to us" he said angrily with his arms crossed

"Not US. But the Queen. But with her death his betrayal means precisely dick...but good luck finding him among the dragons. Wouldn't be surprised if he married one, from what the late admiral Allen Jackbar told me...before Shigi killed him too."

"Anyway, Grand Admiral, I would like some upgrades for my Valkyrie. Extra armor and a turbine upgrade."

"Granted. I'll tell the ship smiths everything you need."

So the general ventured back to the hanger where his corvette airship was being worked on already...by almost entirely women and children no older than 5.

He approached the supervising ship smith and demanded "Why are you forcing women and children to build and maintain our ships?!" he pointed in his face and screamed, "Have you honor or decency?!"

"We have no choice. Nearly all of our mechanics died with Valdin. All the men must fight. So who else is going to maintain our ships?" he shrugged, unfazed by the commanders anger.

"Look right there! One of them is clearly 8 months pregnant and not even wearing a mask to shield from the lead and asbestos shavings. This is an outrage! I am reporting you to the Grand admiral RIGHT NOW!"

He stormed back up the lift and through the corridors to the bridge and burst through the flight deck door completely unannounced. "Grand admiral, please forgive me. I just saw the most heartbreaking sight of my life. The ship builders are forcing women and children to build our ships! And most of them haven't even the proper PPE[personnel protective equipment]"

The grand admiral hung his head and ushered, "Please sit down, commander. You'll need to be for this bombshell I must drop upon you."

Victor took a few deep breaths in his hesitation to gather himself and than sat across from him.

"All of our skilled workers, or at least most of them are dead now. We have to rebuild our civilization...weather we find a stable permanent home or not. We may have to live in the skies until the very end of time...I have had no choice but force the women and children to work...and if the females cannot-or refuse to-bare children, they are soldiers. I have made compromises to be fair as I can. Pregnant females only work six hours a day or night, the others work 12 hours. Until we are back on our feet...or in our case, we've mended our wings, it will remain that way. Our factories will run non stop."

Victor was much calmer now "I understand, Samuel. But I know you are much nicer than the man in front of me. You always had my back at the academy. Dont you remember how hopeless i was? I got tangled in the obstacle course. My hands shook so much, I missed not only the bullseye, but the whole target. Then you saw something in me...two years later I was a general. I understand now that our people must all work and fight without exceptions. But will you please provide the means to do so safely?"

Victor thought and he smiled at those memories he had as a junior instructor at the academy. "Which bay was this in?"

"A10PL" The docks on the sides of the Dreadnoughts were labeled A-J from top to bottom. 1-10 from front to back. Then P or S for port or starboard side, then U and L for upper and lower gondolas, because dreadnoughts have two gondolas on the top and bottom of their balloons.

He gave a hearty nod and put a code into his throne arm keyboard. "Ship smith Darren? Come in?"

"Daren here. Go ahead, sir."

"Why arent the women and children wearing their PPE on duty? Especially while pregnant? Our people aren't any good to us if they die from lead poisoning and asbestosis now are they?"

"Why um...Grand Admiral...whatever d-do you mean? Hehe."

"I trust there's been a mixup. Please dont let it happen again."

"Understood sir. Daren out."

Her pointed to Victor "Go check on him...in 15 minutes...surprise him. But dont hurt him too bad if he's not behaving. Hehehe."

"You've made a wise decision Admiral Durahn," smiled Victor as he fled to the flight deck to do as he was told to. And even waited longer.

But when he arrived back at bay A10PL to see how his Valkyrie, his upgrades were coming along nicely. But the situation otherwise was unchanged-or for all he knew-worse.

He never bothered to speak to the clearly-careless ship smith and called out the gravid trolless on her suspended platform as she was flux-core-welding a piece of armor...with only goggles on.

"YOU THERE! WELDER!" the lady stopped welding and faced down to Victor. He presented his badge. "Commander Fowl of the Valkyrie. I must speak to you."

"It's honor to speak to you sir! I'm coming!" She cranked her platform to the ground and rushed to meet the general out of fear "Please sir! I've been working non stop as much as I can for 5 strait hours today with no break and-" She was interrupted by the general taking her shoulders

"When is your baby due?"

"Last week."

"You haven't been given the proper PPE have you?"

She sobbed and shook her head "No. I could pop my son out right now and they wouldn't care."

The ship smith called out "She has to work, Commander." and went on a barely-understandable rant about insurance and regulations and work hours which he ignored

"Cover your ears right now and dont be scared ok?" she nodded and did just that and he faced the smith to stomped his iron boot, pointed at him and screamed "SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!"

"Excuse me com-"

Victor was even louder now "SHUT...UP...YOU...CUUUUNT!"

When the smith was silenced he continued in a slightly calmer tone but now with a psychotic smile upon his lips "You didn't listen to me or the Grand Admiral, Daren. That's pretty obvious."

Before long all in the hanger were an audience to their bosses well-deserved verbal torture. Some snickered. others were frightened of would could take place.

Victor was as loud as before "I BET THE NICEST PART OF YOU RAN THE CRACK OF YOUR MOMS ASS AND BECAME A BROWN STAIN ON THE MATTRESS!"

"I've been doing my best and-"

"Alright. I believe yah..." He drew his pearl-gripped, silver-plated revolver "But Susie here don't."

He put his hands up but still didn't look much afraid "And Susie loves to shoot pieces of shit...so don't be one from now on, alright. Me and Susie, we shot cheetahs, moles and one dragon. So you ain't gonna cost us sleep."

Victor calmed himself and approached the woman gave her all the gold from his pocket and his steel flask of hot pea and ham soup "I'll make sure you dont work until you've given birth and found a baby sitter, love."

She took them with tears of joy and thanked him and ran off skipping. And everybody in the hanger started to clap and whistle the general for his kind deed.

Victor was controlling his anger. When screaming at the general he was at 9 and now calmed to 4...but all those who knew Fowl personally knew what happened at 10.

Daren wasn't one of those though as he giggled and said, "Always had a soft spot for peasants."

That was the last straw. Victor spun around, took aim near his legs and fired. The smith barely dodged it and began to run "DANCE, ARSEHOLE. DANCE!" he fired twice more and hit him in the pelvis.

He chased the wounded troll into the corridors which were a complex grid of iron halls and lost him "You're not getting away that easy!" He faced a squad of 4 guards "that arseholes been forcing your wives and kids to work without protection. An instant promotion for the guy who grabs him."

The guards didn't hesitate and split up to find him. Five minutes later two of them dragged his unconscious body to Fowl "Who got him?"

The one of the left saluted, "I did, sir." and his colleague nodded in affirmation.

Victor checked the color of his badge to determine his current, and his NEW rank and his name "Well done, Sergent Patt."

He returned to the hanger and was once again cheered by the many workers. "Attention please! This is my airship. There are many like it but this one is mine. Without me my airship is useless. Without my airship, I AM useless. You must proceed working and I'll be your replacement supervisor."

He approached caged locker many times his own size and shot the lock and pried it open with his bare hands. He took a particulate mask in each hand. "I don't want to see anybody...ESPECIALLY the pregnant females...without their appropriate PPE from now on. If any supervisor refuses, I'll shoot them my self."

"YEAH!" everybody clapped. And then they clapped in perfect rythumn and chanted "Victor Fowl. Victor FOwl over and over until the commander boarded his vessel for some much needed relaxation.

Across the world in Warfang, Spyro and Cynder prepare in their formal armor to attend Helix O'Van Sea's comedy show where he has promised to announce the eggs that Cynder will soon deliver.

They walk through the markets to the theater but hardly anybody notices them because they probably aren't aware of the news...yet.

But they take their seats third row center section as Helix paid for and can barely keep the butterflies contained in their guts.

The torches began to dim and thunder sounds erupted and lights flashes.

"Long ago," the announcer began in a cheesy horror narration "...in a castle laboratory...sorta like-um-frankenstein's. Ahem...Scientists swore and dedicated themselves to make the ultimate dragon comedian. He was the perfect dragon with an amazing PENIS. Well not really...sorta like above average size. LADIES AND GENTLEMAN the Dark Dragon with an above-average-sized penis...HELIX OBLIVION VANGUARD SEA!"

The curtains drew slowly and everybody filled the auditorium with cheers and claps that felt like an earthquake to the two heroes.

But the Dark Dragon wasn't on stage and the crowd was confused and in five seconds, was on the verge of BOOING. Until fireworks went off on the railing of the upstairs seats and drew their attention to the Helix, spreading his wings, illuminated by the stage lights which then followed him as he glided down to the stage.

"YEAH!" He spread his wings once more, and crowd mimics him. This gave him an idea. So he began and every copies him every time he pauses "Everybody say HO-OH...SAY HO HO...HOHOHO...and SCREAM...EVERYBODY SAY I GOT YOU...YOU GOT ME...AND WE ALL GOT...KLAH-mee-dee-yah."

They all said it, too caught in the moment to realize what they said until it was too late. When they realized they all clutched their stomachs in laughter.

"I have always wanted my crowd to say that...I tip my horns to you all," be bowed "But you know who else i got to say that? My new pet Galah parrot Banjo. Most of the time he just follows, me, Venus, or Jeenie around the apartment, saying in his cute little galah voice, "Helloooo..." Helix began waddling on two feet limiting a flightless parrot up and down the stage "Howaryee...waddayadoin'. But I'm glad I taught him to say that because I got the best laugh on a rainy day when he bit my manager and shouted right in his face, 'I HAVE CHLAMYDIA! HARHAR' and he fly up to his perch. my manage was like, "helix, you know what the dumb bird just did and said to me?!' I said, 'Yeah. Next time he'll probably bite your bum. So don't wave your finger in his face."

The crowds laugh began to die down a bit...enough for Helix to announce, "Speaking of which...Cynder is pregnant!" Helix pointed his wing and the spotlight shined on Cynder and Spyro "COME UP, you guys."

They did as they were told with great pride. and took their place on a sofa across from the comedian.

"Excellent Segway, Helix," said Cynder

"Cynder you haven't been drinking since you found out the good news have you? Venus and Shigi said you guys were pretty drunk when they stayed over.

"I had a bit, but NOT ONE DROP since I found out."

"I can't talk, Cynder. I drink like a fish."

"Didn't your sisters ever give you an intervention?"

"Venus once...But penicillin cleared right up." The crowd erupted in laughter once more "Thanks allot, Venus. Last favor I ever do for you. Anyway, spyro, Cynder, what do you think of the modern movies and games?"

"They're alright. Spyro's remaster was excellent."

"Well," Helix began "I find most modern entertainment to be like a priest as they get older...Less interested in delivering a message and telling a story...and more interested in shoving fancy explosions down your throat."

The crowd laughed again

Spyro was banging the sofa "Great one Helix."

"Yeah. And older games and Newer games are like the difference between a fat average girl or a skinny pretty one. One's not easy on the keys and hard to play with, but it motivates her to try harder and be more fun. The other will blow you for a minute and storm off because you didn't tell her that her hair was pretty."

Laughter once again filled the room.

"I agree," spyro said "I'm Cynder is beautiful AND has the good personality. I hit the jackpot."

"AWW" she thanked him by nuzzling.

"I agree with you that most modern games are like a really hot but very stupid girl. They're fun at first, but when you get used to their looks, you realize they're just boring."

"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN, THAT WAS SPYRO AND CYNDER!"

everybody cheered as they made their leave

When the show-THEIR part-was adjourned, They made their way back to the house. Cynder was in an unusual rush and had a pained look on her face.

"Cynder...do you thinks it's time?"

She nodded and rushed to the house faster.

She burst through the door and was pleased to see the living room fur which she collapsed onto, panting and grunted "THEY'RE COMING!"

TO BE CONTINUED

AUTHOR I decided to get this chapter out quick so get the views and need reviews. I am seeking a co-writer for the future chapters. I've sent messages to many betas but have nothing so far. Don't hesitate to PM me or leave details in a review.