So, recently I appear to be on a Kuroinu binge or something because this is the second idea that I've had about this specific franchise. Also, I'm well aware that I pretty much ripped the entirety of the Olga section from my previous Kuroinu fic and I am unashamed about that. Since it's a pilot, it's not like I need to rewrite something that has already been established with a small difference. The main difference between this and the last Kuroinu fic I did is that after the magic summoning scene, it continues up to the point Olga gets... taken (as that would be the "safe for work" definition). So, if you read that fic, you can skip to the second section divider for the new content. From there, I want to explore more ideas.
Summary: Olga's attempt to escape Vult after her defeat fails in the most unexpected of ways. A US Navy task force en route to the Middle East is ripped away from their original mission to fight against a deranged man's ideal utopia called "the Cuntry" and return a nation in turmoil back to a semblance of normalcy. The risks will be great for all involved, but some may come out of it for the better.
Rating: Unknown because the source material is an h-doujin/hentai, but be assumed that it is mature. This particular pilot will edge into "explicit" but will remain mostly in the "M" rated territory.
Disclaimer: I only own my copy of MS Word and my desktop. Kuroinu belongs to the appropriate rights holders for the visual novel, manga, and anime adaptation respectively. See the foreword for the full disclaimer.
Warning: There will be some language in this that is considered sexual, mainly due to most of it being ripped from the hentai itself. There will be further sexual content that may be disturbing for some readers. If you are sensitive to this type of material, please stop reading now as while it will be handled as carefully as possible it may still not be to your liking.
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Olga Discordia was defeated. The human named Vult or Vault, she didn't care for such a lowly human as him, invaded her lands at the behest and bankrolling of Celestine Lucullus and her Princess Knight Alliance. She hated the light-skinned elf. She paraded herself around like a goddess while Olga clawed her way out of her sub-species' cursed role of being sexual playthings for anything with a penis. She formed an army and took over a small patch of land on what was ancestrally Dark Elf lands. From there she masterminded the fall of the Seven Shields Alliance. And she was winning, that is until Vult and his human and monster army carved through her own lands to her own tower. She was taken prisoner and her first lieutenant was taken as a sexual plaything by the capturing army. However, she didn't expect their next move, to now move upon Celestine herself using her old tower as a base of operations to form a new Empire, something that they called a 'Cuntry'. And no, that was not a misspelling either. If there was one thing that she honored, it was the time-honored traditions of honor and loyalty, even if she killed many humans who said that they abode by it. But Vult? He had no honor. He was just a lying, cheating, piece of scum that she would revel in the pleasure of killing.
The second day after her capture, the opportunity came. His mercenary guards marched into her dungeon that she was now a resident of, and led her with the threat of death to her former throne room. She could hear the sounds of the female form being ravished and the recipient unwilling echoing through the halls. Then, it just stopped followed by grunting and groaning, the specific kind after someone has been ravished. The answer to who this was received an answer when she entered her former throne room. The smell consisted of sweat, salt, chlorine, and musk; the scent that a room would have after sex. The floor was a complete mess, covered in the seminal fluids of the ogres that were clearly responsible due to them a) being covered it them themselves, and b) being naked. As for the victim in all of it, she looked down near the foot of her throne's elevated seat to see her lieutenant Chloe lying there on her back, legs spread bare like a common whore for Vult despite him being completely clothed still. Olga looked upon her soiled lieutenant with a critical gaze, not giving away her true feelings on the matter, that of rage.
Chloe looked up towards Vult with doe-like eyes and the voice of a woman enraptured in lust. "Master Vult, can I get my own reward?" she asked in a borderline half-lidded gaze. She was clearly drunk on a dopamine rush from what happened to her. That or Vult's magician used vile magics on Chloe.
"Didn't you hear what my aide said? We have brought her to be raped as you had requested," Vult said in his vile voice. Olga was completely silent as she mulled over her options.
The ogres grabbed Chloe's arms and started to drag her away. "No, I want more!" she whined. "I want more cum!" she drunkenly mewled as fluids leaked out of her. Olga had to keep her head forward and 'ignore' her lieutenant. She didn't want to, but she couldn't afford to show weakness, even if she cared deeply for Chloe.
Vult laughed in some misguided attempt to scare her as he stood up. "It seems that I am no longer welcome in certain places," he boomed. "There's something that I've been dying to know: I wonder if a dark elf can become pregnant from a human." Her arms tensed up as he said that, which went completely unnoticed as his men cheered.
The ogres encroached on her and she clasped her fist in anger. She knew what they were going to do to her and what they were going to continue to do to Chloe. She had to act fast. She knew that she had some supporters in the dark elf community that harbored a hard grudge against humans and the other races that they allied against. She could use them to build a new army of loyal beings. She could even find countries that harbored a grudge against Celestine and her Seven Shield Alliance and use humans and other species to do her bidding to get her revenge. They were getting close, so she had to act fast.
To buy time for the two spells she needed to weave together, she laughed in defiance. This obviously caught Vult and his men off guard. "I would never submit to a rotten bunch of stupid worms like you," she said in further defiance. She then proceeded to summon her staff. "I'm taking this back." She proceeded to raise it above her head and channeled all of the magic might she had been saving up the entire time she had been captured. She used a low-powered teleportation spell to summon Chloe to her side, her freshly fluid covered body; she then powered up the big spell she had been planning on: a long-distance translocation spell.
Lightning surrounded her as the spell wove itself together at her will. To Vult, he watched on as the chirping of the lightning became more and more intense. Finally, a large explosion happened. What was left was a blackened spot and a small crater and surrounding it were the bodies of the ogres that were going to ravish Olga like they did Chloe; they were all blackened by electrical burns and currently deceased. But something was wrong, she hadn't vanished as she had intended to! In a single motion, she collapsed to the ground exhausted. This definitely didn't happen as she had intended to.
Vult stood up from her throne and walked over to her collapsed body and laughed like a hyena approaching its prey. "You're broken, my queen!" he gloated as more ogres dragged the still cum-drunk Chloe back to where ever they wished.
In a last-ditch effort, knowing what Vult intended to do, she started to chant once more, but for a different effect. Over her womb appeared a brand-like mark. Knowing Vult and his lackey were looking at it, she explained smugly, "It is my last resort for you."
"This is…?" he asked more out of confusion more than anything else.
"It's the seal for her womb," the wizard lackey explained.
"I got it," Vult said, though no one knew if he truly comprehended it. "So, it's a seal to make her pregnant." He didn't get it after all.
"I seal this dark spirit within my body," Olga started to explain, "it won't let you do as you like right now."
"Oh, I understand," Vult chuckled. "Now we got ourselves time to screw that seal from her." He still didn't get it, but that wouldn't stop a man like him. "Listen to me, all of you!" he called to his men. "This high dark elf is a beautiful woman and is surely a virgin." Olga stared at him in horror. He was going to do it after all. "I'll let you have this dark elf queen!" His human men cried out enthusiastically in favor of this in cheers that echoed through her former throne room.
They proceeded to tackle her to prevent her from somehow escaping and four different men held her in place standing up, each holding a different limb. "How good looking," Vult called out. "A queen like you would be screwed by these men in here." In front of her an entire cadre of men already naked as the day as they were born and as prepared as they would have been with a human whore.
"I can't hold it; I want to screw her so badly!" one called out. She hung her head in shame. She was being held onto by several strong men and her staff was a long way away. The tiniest bit of the magic she had stored away had already been used in her seal. She was powerless and doomed.
"Well, we should give this queen some time to think," the man holding her leg called out.
"I never thought we'd be able to do it with a high dark elf like her," the man holding her arm added. "Don't you think that her seal would make us enjoy this time?"
"Then, let's try it right now," a different man suggested. He reached out and tore off her thong, the only thing covering her nethers. "There!" She was exposed to all the men in the room.
"I could smell her delicious pussy by now," another man called out. Olga was immediately disgusted by that specific man more than the others at that moment. "I can't hold it!" Knowing the company Vult kept in this very room, it was safe to say that they were all like this man.
"Commander, please confirm her virginity!" a different man called out, another man holding her other arm.
"Let me see," Vult said as he knelt and spread her with his armored gauntleted fingers which were ice-cold to the touch.
'I'm being looked at by them,' Olga thought as she gasped from the coldness. 'These lower humankind are looking at my pussy.' Vult tried to touch her and a magical circle appeared and disappeared when he removed his finger. 'As I thought, I'm losing my power too much, with this…'
Vult set up his line of sight and looked her hole down and sniffed the air like he was searching for a specific scent. "This really is a sparkling virgin pussy," he declared. "It's not a joke anymore." This clearly got his men excited. "Then, shall we begin?" he asked, beginning to disrobe his armored pants. Olga gasped in horror at the man's member being exposed to her, she knew what was going to happen next. She would just have to hold out and hope that he would give up.
He didn't, and neither did his men.
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Naval Task Force 51, en route to the Middle East. Spring, 1989.
The Mediterranean Sea was still as the fleet of American warships steamed full towards the Suez Canal. It was spearheaded by the Kitty Hawk-class carrier Enterprise next to whom also steamed the legendary, and one of the remaining functional battleships in the world, the Iowa-class battleship Wisconsin (or Whiskey, as some of the sailors called her). Around these two powerful ships in their own right were a plethora of naval assault ships (essentially helicopter carriers), Arleigh Burke-class missile destroyers, Ticonderoga-class missile cruisers, support/supply ships, and two Los Angeles-class attack submarines.
They were on their way to Kuwait to support the Coalition forces in the continued assault on Iraq. The sky was clear and perfect for sailing. Admiral Johnson walked the bridge looking on to the calm seas, the other ships in the flotilla in the corner of his eye.
"Sir," one of the navigators caught his attention. "Aeronautics is reporting that there's an abnormal storm coming from the north."
"Abnormal?" he asked for clarification.
"Yes, sir. Some of the patrol flights sent off reported nothing in the sky before leaving and it appears to have come up out of nowhere."
He hummed. "How long until it arrives?"
"An hour or so."
"Recall all aircraft and have all ships batten down. Mediterranean storms are legendary for being bad when they hit."
"Aye, sir."
The signal went out and all ships started to secure all loose materials and get all things that could be washed away below deck. Below the deck of the amphibious assault ship, Saipan was Marine Lance Corporal Terrance Lovecraft (no relation to HP). It had been an hour since the alert for an incoming storm had gone out. Alongside the rest of his squad, he assisted the rest of the crew in locking down all of the loose equipment. Once done, he and his squad waited in their bunk room. The turbulence started up as the storm hit. People that hadn't braced or secured themselves were knocked from side to side as each wave hit. It seemed to go on for an eternity but finally stopped. Luckily everyone onboard had their 'sea legs', but some didn't have 'sea stomachs' and emerged on the top deck to try and get some fresh air, but something wasn't right.
Back on the Enterprise, the admiral was looking at the same charts he had been asked to look over. "Tell me you're seeing the same thing as me," he requested.
"A shoreline that doesn't match with the coast of any known country?" a navigator asked in turn. "Then yes, I am seeing the same thing, sir."
He picked up his high-powered binoculars and looked at the shore. While they were several dozen nautical miles out, he could just see the shape of a castle in the distance. "I'm spotting a structure at bearing 194, appears to be a castle. Launch a drone for recon."
"Aye, sir," an officer replied.
Fifteen minutes later, one of the catapults launched one of the drones which were the pride and joy of R&D. It didn't take long until it was starting to broadcast in a tight beam back to them, due to a lack of satellites which was beyond suspicious, telemetry. It was a good ten-thousand feet up, to anyone looking up it would have looked like a speck or a high-flying bird. Sure enough, the video being broadcasted showed a castle of sorts. It didn't look like any castle any of them had seen, but it seemed to follow gothic styles. People were roaming the streets below in attire that the CRT TV had an issue distinguishing, but appeared to be medieval in appearance. It followed a group of men in particular who were armed in full plate armor marching down the street. The drone flew to the edge of its operational range without satellites to extend it and it appeared that this was a completely medieval country.
"Sir," an officer grabbed his attention. "How do you want to proceed?"
The man stood silent in thought, his eyes viewing the CRT TV image as the scan lines went down it. Finally, he spoke up. "Send a squad of marines shoreside for on the ground recon," he ordered. "Undercover," he added. "We have no idea what their true level of technology is or if this is some kind of mass act."
"Aye, sir."
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Night fell as a RHIB sailed off of the Saipan'srear water deployment area. Onboard there were four marines and one driver. They were in their BDU's wearing their combat webbing and a poncho to conceal any weapons.
"Remember," the squad commander shouted above the onboard. "Scouting only, get in, gather intel, RDV in six hours."
"Oorah!" the other three called out in unison.
The RHIB approached a lighthouse and as it did it cut the engine and oars were brought out. The team rowed to shore and disembarked, pushing the RHIB back into the water to where it restarted the engine and zipped back towards the fleet. The four men left at different intervals and headed towards the gate. Three had left, leaving Terrance to also head off. He secured his M9 sidearm and hidden under his poncho via a sling, an MP5. Feeling that everything seemed fine, he started his walk. He walked for a short time and passed no one, at least until he reached the gate.
"Halt! Wer bist du?" a guard asked.
'German. Thanks for the lessons, grandma,' Terrance thought and swapped languages from English to German. "Good evening. I am Jeff Spalding," he lied.
"What is your business?"
"I'm a traveler, seeking shelter for the night."
The guard didn't seem to give him two glances at this. However, he did notice his state of dress and haircut. "You know, you're the fourth person in the last hour wearing something similar to each other. Same haircut too," the guard looked almost suspicious.
"First time I'm hearing of this. I've been on the road for days and the haircut? Makes it easier to maintain," the latter was true. The guard seemed to buy it. "I'm new in this town, know any good inns? You know, ones that won't overcharge you?"
"Yeah, there's a good one up a few streets inside the second gate wall. Right off of the main path, look for the sign with 'The Bootlicker'." The guard was successfully distracted.
"Thank you for your time," Terrance continued to walk. He walked up the road and continued to the inn that the guard had told him about. If there was anything that any spy thriller had taught him (that was actually true), bars and taverns were the best places to get information for free. Chatting up drunks for information was quite easy. As he walked through the city, there was very little of what could be considered a 'nightlife'. Sure, a few people were roaming the streets, but this seemed to be relegated to ladies of the night and guards soliciting their services. He entered the inn and was assaulted with the stench of the unwashed masses, but ignored it. He had been in the deep south on station and on humid days everyone smelled like ass.
As he entered the establishment, he was given a few stares, but no one really paid him any mind. He looked the same as them, besides his state of dress. He scanned the room and chose a table near the door but in a position in which he could hear everyone in the room. A busty barmaid came over and placed a flagon of ale on the table without him asking. He sipped at it, keeping himself completely safe-looking and unassuming. As he did, he heard one patron make some interesting remarks.
"Did you hear?" a younger man asked, maybe in his late teens.
"What?" the older companion next to him asked in turn.
"The Black Dog mercenary company took over one of the Seven Shield Alliance's fortresses. Princess Kaguya was apparently captured by them," the young man answered.
"What?" The older man genuinely seemed surprised.
"Yeah, I said that too when Creed told me. But he knows a guy that was near the fortress that saw it all go down. Says that guy, Vult I think his name was, allowing his men to have their way with Kaguya on top of allowing them to use some dark elves." He leaned in close, but it could still easily be heard. "Rumor is that they are the Dark Queen and her lieutenant."
"Dark elves, you say? They're pretty much all but gone from these lands." He got a lecherous look on his face. "There used to be brothels FILLED with things. Their bodies eternally lithe, breasts heavy and large, and their pussies so tight that they'd milk you as a farmer does to a cow."
"I'll have to take your word for it, that was WAY beyond my time."
"Indeed, it would have, you wouldn't have been a sparkle in your father's eye yet." The old man seemed to get on track. "I was under the impression that Vult was on our side, fighting in the name of the reborn Goddess Celestine?"
"Yeah, that's what I thought too. Creed told me that after defeating and having their way with the Dark Queen, they decided that they were tired of being used by others for war and wanted to form their own country which they have dubbed the Cuntry."
"That name sounds retarded," the old man rebutted.
The younger man shrugged. "As stupid as the name may sound, that's what they decided to call it."
This small conversation brought interesting answers and questions to Terrance. The land the locals inhabited was being ravished by war, and by a mercenary company at that. Terrance was fairly well versed in world history pre-America. Mercenary companies were used by kingdoms that were rich but didn't have the men to use in war, paid to carry the banner either metaphorically or literally and fight for that person as long as they were paid. This 'Vult' man was being paid by someone named Celestine, a self-proclaimed goddess reborn, but then turned on her for some reason and is deciding to build their own country with the cringiest name that you had ever heard.
"And there's more," the younger man continued. "Rumor is that the law of the land is that men are in charge and women belong to men and you can do whatever you want to 'em without consequence."
"Whatever you want, eh?" the older man seemed to hum in thought. "Whatever you want." He looked at the barmaid, who was on the other side of the room. "Say, what would you do to the lovely bar wench? You know, if you could do whatever you wanted to her?"
The men started to devolve into describing what they would do to her. Tying her up and ravishing her against her will. Forcing her to be pregnant with their child to continue their line, and so on. It disgusted Terrance but he didn't let it show. He was there to gather intelligence. It was interesting though, with the specific statement that 'men are in charge'. From what he recalled historically; medieval governments (for the most part) were governed by men. Did this world operate on a more matriarchal system?
Another man appeared and sat next to the others. "Those Princess Knights annoy me," he said as he did. He was dressed in chainmail which was covered by other clothing. It appeared that either he was another 'adventurer' or possibly a guard. He carried a short sword on his belt which may indicate this. But at the same time, it could be a similar scenario where those that could afford it back home could conceal carry a firearm. The two besides this man waved him to continue. "Their haughty, higher than thou attitude. Thinking that they are so much greater than we are. Their slutty armor tantalizing and flaunting their bodies in front of us!" He took a flagon of ale the barmaid had left in passing. "Oh, if I could rip off that armor, I'd show them what a REAL man could do!"
This clearly disturbed Terrance, but still only listened in. "You might get a chance to, assuming that the kid here has been telling me," the old man said.
"Oh?"
He leaned in as if he was telling a big secret. "Vult, the head of the Black Dogs mercenary company, is going around conquering the Princess Knights' fortresses. In fact, he just conquered the former Princess Knight Kaguya was in control of. He's making a country called the Cuntry where women servicemen. The only reason he was able to break through that fortress so fast was because of an insider and they're being rewarded. Who's to say we too won't be rewarded for joining him too?" He smirked lecherously. "Maybe you'll get a crack at the Princess Knights." He leaned in closer. "And since this fortress is next to Kaguya's I wouldn't be surprised if this one was next."
"Do you think he's recruiting?"
"I wouldn't be shocked."
Terrance took this information and went to another table to listen in on. The young couple he listened in on was worried as well about this new war. The previous war was brought on by a Dark Queen named Olga who was a dark elf, which matched up with the previous peoples' story as well. These two worried about what would become of them, specifically. The husband worried about getting killed just as much as his wife worried about her husband's safety on top of being used as a plaything by the Black Dogs' men and monsters alike either as her husband's freshly dead body was near or forced to watch as she was defiled. Terrance understood this fear as conquering armies in the ancient world would 'celebrate' their victory by having their fill of the city or town's women and weaker men… if they were into that; and then said trophies would be kept as such, or be killed to prevent possible heirs. The point being, he realized these two's worries and concerns. Once he had sat long enough, he made sure that the barmaid was not attending anyone and wasn't looking, and left.
He walked down the streets and met up in the rendezvous point in the city near the outer gates. He had been the last one to arrive. "Report," the squad commander ordered.
The first member reported what he had found out, specifically the layout of the castle town. There were several outer walls and an inner wall which protected the fortress itself. This fortress was ruled by one Princess Primm officially but was currently under the rule of her cousin Princess Alicia. The second member of the squad reported the military presence. This fortress had put out a call to arms recently for men and women of fighting age and they had been steadily streaming in over the course of the day and a few here and there this evening. His squad commander then noted on the movements that he could see and saw that they were gearing up for an engagement, and soon. Terrance then spoke about what he had heard the citizenry speak of alongside what the opposition that the local garrison was preparing for; mainly that of the Black Dogs mercenary company. To say all that were in attendance were disgusted would be an understatement.
"What do we do, sarge?" one of the members asked the commanding officer. "I mean, this ain't our fight but this same force took over another comparable fortress with little effort and they're heading our way."
"And soon," Terrance added. "Not to mention this force already has spies convincing locals to join in and mutiny. The locals don't seem to like their Nobles, but these Black Dogs seem much worse in every aspect."
The sergeant sat silently considering his options. "We shouldn't intervene," he started his chain of thought, "however, we could use our assistance as a bargaining chip to find out more about this world and how to get back home." He leaned back on the wall of the arch they were under, the sound of metal on stone above them as soldiers marched in plate mail armor. "This goes well outside of our job description; I'm calling it in." He looked to Terrance, keep an eye out." Terrance stood near a corner and kept his hand hovering near his sidearm thought the average passerby wouldn't have been able to tell. The conversation lasted longer than Terrence would have liked. "Alright, so the Admiral stated that-."
He was interrupted by an explosion. "The Black Dogs! The Black Dogs are attacking!" a soldier called out. The full mobilization of the castle's forces began as the sounds of metal on stone filled the castle and civilian footwear and screams and shouts filled the streets as they streamed past the four men. The sounds of gates started to fall as they were reinforced.
"Sir?" Terrance asked.
The commanding officer pulled away his poncho revealing his M4 carbine. "Looks like we're helping out the locals, boys," he said as he charged around into the breach.
"Oorah!" they all called out together as they too revealed their weapons.
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USS Wisconsin.
One of the comms officers called out, "Sir, we've received firing orders from the admiral!"
"Say again?" the captain of the battleship asked for confirmation.
"We've received coastal bombardment orders to support the scout team," he repeated.
"Launch the spotting drone, sound general quarters."
"Aye, sir."
"May God have mercy upon our targets' souls," he muttered. "For Whiskey will have none."
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Terrance and his fireteam were fully embroiled in a firefight. Well… firefight may be a bit of an embellishment. It was more of a one-sided slaughter. However, their ammunition was limited and was restricted to semi-auto fire and precision shooting, something that not everyone was proficient in. They had luckily convinced the local garrison to allow them to help. The main commander in charge they had to convince was one Princess-Knight Alicia. The woman wore the most baffling armor choice for this era of warfare; that being an armored top which would better be described as a bikini top which somehow wasn't connected in the middle of her cleavage, armored shoulder pauldrons, and attached arm armor that you'd expect, a miniskirt which only had armor plating at the hips themselves, thigh-high stockings which had armored boots which were just lower than the hem of those stockings, and a tiara-like helmet which wasn't really a helmet. Terrance described it simply as a 'chainmail bikini'.
"Ammo check!" the sergeant called out. Everyone chimed what their mag count was. Terrance had all of his sidearm ammo, but only had two magazines for his MP5 remaining.
"How much longer until we get fire support?!" Terrance called out.
Almost on cue, their radios lit up. "This is USS Wisconsin; we are in position to provide fire support. A drone is in your AO, laze targets," the operator on the other end announced.
"Finally!" one member called out as he picked off one of the many larger monsters getting near the gates.
"Terrance, infrared laser. Tag the siege weapons," the sergeant ordered. Terrance nodded and activated a laser on the side rail of his MP5. He aimed at the first machine, a trebuchet in the middle of a long battle line of other war machines.
"Tagged!" Terrance called out.
"The first target tagged, stand by for two more," the sergeant announced over the radio.
"Acknowledged," the operator replied. "Target 1, tagged."
Terrance then aimed at another target, a large group of hostiles approaching which were still a long way off but contained a large number of orcs and trolls; of which were their own war machines in individual combat. Something that none of them wanted to face up close. "Incoming foot-mobiles tagged!" Terrance reported.
"Second target tagged, a large number of foot-mobiles incoming," the sergeant reported. "Double-tap them."
"Acknowledged. Targets 2 and 3 tagged," the operator reported back. "Prepare for an incoming broadside. ETA, 40 seconds."
The squad fired some last-minute shots until the ticker got down to five seconds. "Incoming! Take cover!" the sergeant called out to all allied forces.
Terrance's squad hunkered down behind the stone they were hiding behind and plugged their ears, preparing for what they knew was coming next. Many of the soldiers that had been using bows and short swords for the mercenaries and monsters that managed to get up the ladders before they were kicked back down were confused at this action. But they realized why five seconds later. The only hint at what was to come was a whistling right before the hilltop that the siege engines that the Black Dog mercenaries erupted in fire and brimstone and immediately following less than a blink of an eye later the same happened right in the center of the approaching army of Black Dogs and their monster allies but with greater gusto. The sound was deafening as those near the center of these explosions were ripped apart or disintegrated from the shockwave alone. The explosion was deafening and those that were exposed to open air had ringing in their ears.
"Impact confirmed, Wisconsin," the sergeant reported.
"Acknowledged. Second barrage incoming to a large group of foot-mobiles in ten seconds," the operator reported.
"Hold off on firing a third barrage, Wisconsin. Ten seconds!" he called out, warning them. This time, those that could hear ducked behind cover for the second round of the 'finger of God', as some muttered. Just as the 'odd' man had reported, another nine explosions ripped through the Black Dogs' army. Those that weren't in shock immediately turned tail and ran, retreating towards wherever they crawled out of.
All the onlookers on the castle walls peeked out to see the outright destruction. Massive, deep craters were where the 16-inch, 2700-pound shells landed and exploded into the landscape. The unfortunate smell of burned meat was in the air and the disturbing visage of burning, severed limbs filled the landscape. There was even a massive chunk of meat that was once a troll. It had a large fragment of metal embedded in it from the shrapnel of the 16-inch shell.
"Jesus, I heard how devastating those rifles can be," one of the squad members mentioned with awe. "But goddamn I wish I was the guy pulling the trigger."
"Why, because you wanted to kill all those Black Dogs?" the second member asked.
"No, because they're the largest, still operational naval guns in the world. Who WOULDN'T want to be one of the privileged few that get to fire them?"
"Cut the chatter, you two," the sergeant ordered. A guard came up to the Princess-Knight who had been watching on and started chattering quickly; too quickly for anyone to really catch what was said. "What'd he say?"
"From what I caught some of the Black Dogs had an inside man and some of them snuck into the innermost chambers. They're holding this castle's Princess hostage," Terrance reported. As he did Alicia ran towards the keep.
"Seems like a good of a time as any to earn some goodwill. On the double!" They ran in step to keep up with the extremely light armored woman.
"Here's something I don't get," the first squad member started a question.
"What's that?" the second asked for clarification.
"If this girl we're following is one of these so-called 'princess-knights', how come there's another one?"
"Maybe they have some kind of master-apprentice thing going on?"
"You can apprentice for that?" he asked incredulously.
"I mean, I can't see why not."
"Or maybe, and just hear me out here," Terrance started. "The Princess-Knight rank is some sort of military ranking and just Princess is more of a governor role."
The two looked to each other, "He does have a point."
"Shut it and keep your eyes forward," the sergeant ordered.
They entered the throne room where a man and woman dressed in very expensive looking clothing currently laid in pools of blood and what looked like two pig-men holding a knife to a younger teen's throat, though the keen-eyed could see it wasn't nearly close enough to cause damage. It was a bluff, plain, and simple. They wanted this pink-haired girl alive, not dead. She wore a white dress that was actually a dress, though it was cut in a way to highlight certain areas to make her look a lot more appealing to men and inclined women. Alicia argued with the pigman, clearly telling him to drop the knife, the pigman arguing back that they would have to let him walk out of there alive.
Terrance gained an angle on the pigman's head and pulled the hammer back on his M9. "Sir?" Terrance asked.
"Take the shot if you have it," the sergeant ordered.
Terrance lined up the shot, making sure that the slug that would exit, a hollow-point, wouldn't pass through and hit the girl; he then pulled the trigger, already primed by the hammer pull. To those in the room that hadn't heard a gun go off before, there was a loud 'bang' and small fireball at the end of the barrel, followed by the pigman falling to the ground with a 9mm hole in his forehead and a missing chunk of skull and grey matter in the back. The girl pushed away from the arm as the body went limp and ran over to Alicia, hugging her tightly. The other pigman advanced on them but Terrance and his squad kept their weapons trained on it.
"Get on the ground, hands behind your head!" Terrance ordered in German towards the pigman. He immediately complied, to which the armored guards arrested him. Terrance decocked his sidearm and holstered it. The girl in pink started to thank him profusely, hugging him in a way that pressed her 'assets' against him in ways that someone could easily get the wrong idea about. She looked at him like he expected women did to their 'knights in shining armor' when they fantasized about it. But there was also something about it that didn't sit well with him. Something possibly darker.
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One week later, USS Enterprise.
It had been a week since the Navy's excursion into the continent that was called Eostia and they had made the harbor of the city, dubbed by many crewmen as 'castle town' as to not butcher the German pronunciation of the town's name, their temporary home. After the attempted Black Dog incursion, Navy and Marine assets were deployed to mop up the surrounding area for anyone that bore their banner. The most notable example was the man that had been recruiting in the bar that Terrance had gathered intelligence in cowering in fear (still wearing soiled trousers) who had been arrested and interrogated.
Speaking of interrogations, the pigman was a veritable vault of knowledge about this world and the conflict. And it was done in excruciating detail. Detail, that if given to a data analyst, would cause them to salivate. The first questions that were asked were who he was and how he got in the castle, mainly due to the Black Dog mercenaries dead near both him and the other pigman. The pigman that Terrance shot was his brother and they were merchants by trade. They sold a secret entrance's location to Vult and his men, and in return, they would get unfettered access to Princess Prim, a girl on the cusp of womanhood which they desired. Obviously, the entire plan went sideways. Vult, the leader of the Black Dogs, was supposed to be in this infiltration mission, but he turned back as Wisconsin's shells impacted his army's lines. So far, he was still at large and his armies had retreated toward the Black Queen's former castle.
Shortly thereafter the Admiral took a seahawk and landed at the castle to meet with the now 'crown princess' Prim and her cousin and lieutenant Alicia. The meeting must have gone well since the Navy was allowed to build a FOB and garage near the entrance of the castle. The engineers and hired hands started to build up the FOB to acceptable standards. The only thing that couldn't really be done was bring the carrier and battleship into the harbor, it wasn't deep enough without dredging the entire harbor, and these people didn't have a dredging ship capable of moving the massive amount of earth needed to allow the two massive ships to make port; however, you could still see the massive vessels from the city itself. Many of the other missile destroyers and cruisers did make port along with the supply ships which brought the crew and other supplies ashore, and in return, supplies sent back.
Terrance and his squad attended a lot of the summits between the Admiral and the two princesses. Terrance and his squad thought this was extremely odd, but orders were orders, and didn't question it. During these meetings, Terrance could feel the eyes of the young princess boring into him. In fact, he found it disturbing. It was almost as if she was obsessed with him. Savior complex and Nightingale syndrome were a thing, so he chalked it up to that. It would be surprising if this was used as a bargaining chip to bring them to the negotiation table.
During this time hashing out the negotiations, Vult had retreated and reconsolidated his forces and aimed at two other fortresses within reach of the Dark Queen's former sanctuary. These are governed by the Princess-Knights Kaguya and Luu-Luu respectively, a human priestess and a halfling. Vult was moving very quickly at a disturbing rate. Especially considering these two fortresses fell within two days of being sieged. His allies in these keeps causing them to fall in record time. It was a miracle, or by some stroke of fate that the Navy had been there. The next course of action was to get in contact with the head of the Seven Shields Alliance: Celestine Lucross. Her keep was further inland and well beyond the naval rifles of Wisconsin. But airplanes and tomahawk missiles? Certainly not.
"So, did you hear?" one of the members of Terrance's squad asked as they got settled in the seahawk.
"What?" the second member asked.
"This Celestine woman is apparently an elf, believe it or not."
"Yeah, so?"
"She also is apparently a goddess reborn."
"Ok, this was something I already knew. Where are you going with this?"
"So, I did some digging in on this goddess of theirs. Apparently, she's got this whole nudity thing going on, right? Involving breast milk or something."
"That's just weird."
The first member harumphed as he sat in his own seat. "Terrance, looks like we're going to be picking up your little girlfriend," he teased.
"She's not my girlfriend," Terrance replied.
"Oh, really?" he asked with what sounded like slight mocking. "She's been giving you the bedroom eyes every time we've had to escort the admiral to his meetings. Should we be expecting a wedding invite soon? You know how people in this technological era liked to speed things along."
"Ha, ha. Very funny. She's too young for me and besides, she's sort of been giving me the creeps."
"The creeps?" the second member asked.
Terrance nodded. "Yeah, just something doesn't sit right with me regarding her. The more I keep my distance, the better."
"Yeah, well that won't do much good when you're forced to be close," the first member rebutted.
"You're right about that," he muttered, clearly annoyed. The helicopter left the deck of the aircraft carrier and flew to the castle FOB where the two VIPs boarded. From there came the journey to the keep of Celestine Lucross. As Terrance had expected, Primm had been attempting to flirt with him the whole time, even leaning up against him to show her cleavage in an attempt to try and attract him. 'This is going to be a long trip,' he thought.
To be continued…?
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And that's what I got for this idea. As previously mentioned, this was one of the ideas playing around in my head for a Kuroinu idea. Again, the source material isn't for everyone. The first thing that should be noted about our 1980s action heroes here is that they're sort of built like the squad from Battlefield: Bad Company where you have Marlowe the straight man and player character, Sweetwater the geek, Haggard the gun nut, and Redford the gruff sergeant that keeps the squad in check. The character in this fic, Terrance, is like the Marlowe character in the role he is to play. He also was the only named character for this pilot. For a full release, I would need to create names for the other main characters. The age I envisioned him at is 25+.
The last point being said, you may be wondering why I focused so much on Primm coming on to him really hard. The reason is that she has a "knight in shining armor" crush on him. One that I would envision, considering her route in the VN takes, that may take a more obsessive route; hence all the bad vibes he was getting from her. Technically, I think she's between the ages of 16-18 (though the wiki hints that it may be the former of the two), but that's something I don't want to really touch for obvious reasons. Though having an unrequited love and possible romance stalker may be an interesting plot thread to think on. That also being said, and considering that this is an h-doujin/VN, I may consider having him hook up with one of the Eostia residents. The characters I was thinking of were Alicia, Celestine, Maia, or Chloe/Olga. Now considering that my previous fic idea using this property focused on the latter two heavily, I'm going to focus on the other three. This is also sort of why I dropped the fic at the point where I did because I really need to think about that if I truly want to move forward on this idea. Alicia is a big maybe, and I'm sort of leaning towards her, but also big tiddy elf. Though I may do a different fic idea for Celestine later so you may see one more fic using this IP again.
This is the part of the pilot where I talk about recent events so… I recently purchased an FN 509 Compact and I love it. Great design and needs no modifications right out of the box. Now if only I could get ammo without a scalper charging me an arm and a leg for just a single box. I've been ever so slowly working my way through my manga backlog and am slowly working my way through Persona 4 Golden but that hasn't really changed recently. On another note, I'm starting a new hobby considering the current President-elect at the time of writing wants to lock everyone down again; that being amateur brewing for personal consumption. Right now, I'm starting with wine but am probably going to do mead next after some small-batch experiments.
But that's all I have for now. I'll see you in whatever I decide to do next.
