Snyderverse Neptunia Snippets

by Derald Snyder

Snippet 47- Viva la CPU Revolution! (Part 3)

*One month and one week later...*

Green Heart and her head general were standing with the army, 'King' George's castle rising up before them. (How utterly tacky,) Vert couldn't help but think to herself. (My Basilicom will definitely NOT look anything like that...) Her attention was abruptly drawn to a rebel soldier riding up to greet them, a grim expression on his face...

"So? What's the word on our ultimatum?" the general inquired.

"Ah..." the messenger's face flushed. "Well, ah, to be polite, sir, His Majesty seems to know your mother very intimately... and that Lady Green Heart should head off to a very warm place underground."

"...I expected as much," Green Heart sighed. "Well, he can't say we didn't give him a chance... Give the order, General."

"By your will, milady. The army will advance!" the general ordered. Immediately the army roared a war cry as they charged the castle's front gates, Green Heart taking flight to pinpoint and destroy any guns mounted at high points...

*Inside the castle...*

George gritted his teeth at hearing the sounds of faint gunfire outside his throne room, which slowly got louder... (Dammit... not three months ago, we were sitting pretty, and then that thrice damned so-called goddess shows up...!) Indeed, only his most loyal soldiers remained to defend him now, most of the others either deserting or outright defecting to the rebels. But if they thought the king would go down so easy, they had another thing coming...

(Good thing I had the foresight to not have any windows installed in my throne room...) Indeed, the only way in or out were the tall double doors that currently had a massive gatling gun pointed at them, George double and triple-checking to ensure his ammo wouldn't jam... the gunfire was getting closer. Not much longer now...

(BLAM!) The doors were thrown open, George screaming as he opened fire, hundreds of bullets a minute shooting at whatever was beyond the doors... but then he felt something tapping him on the shoulder, instinctively turning to look-

A flash of green hair, then a fist to the right cheek, snapping his head to the left! Then a knee to the groin, causing him to double over, then a staff or spear striking his back, sending him to the floor! "Your reign is over, George," came a refined female voice. "You won't be extorting or abusing this nation's citizens anymore."

"How...?" George grunted, curled halfway into a fetal position.

"Surely your scouts told you I had the ability to fly," Green Heart deadpanned. "You had the bottom of the doors covered, but not the top."

At this point, George had recovered enough look up at the CPU's face. "Just get it over with," he growled in resignation.

"That's not how we're doing this," Green Heart shook her head. "You will be tried in a court of law by a jury of your peers, like any civilized nation would do..." With that, she grabbed the tyrant by his collar, hauling him to his feet. "Let's go," she ordered, pointing her spear to his back so he didn't try anything funny...

*And so, two months later...*

"So then, Lieutenant," the head magistrate of the tribunal spoke up, "having pled guilty to extortion and high treason of the people, yet having shown clear remorse for your actions, this tribunal sentences you to 25 years to life in prison, with possibility of parole for good behavior."

"Next, General Howe. Having shown no remorse for your actions, and having been found guilty of extortion and willful destruction of video game consoles, this tribunal sentences you to life imprisonment with no possibility of parole." There were a few cheers and clapping from the gallery. "Now then, Major Wellington. The jury having failed to find that the evidence against you exceeds reasonable doubt, this tribunal finds you not guilty, and releases you forthwith..." There was a chorus of boos from the gallery.

"Order! Order!" another magistrate called, banging his gavel.

Once everyone had quieted down, the head magistrate continued, "And finally... Mr. George."

"That's KING George to you!" the tyrant yelled defiantly.

"Yes, of course, Your Majesty," the head magistrate replied in a slightly mocking tone. "Having been found guilty by a jury of extortion, high treason, murder, destruction of video game consoles and crimes against humanity, this tribunal sentences you to death, to be carried out by the goddess herself..."

Upon hearing the word 'death', the gallery erupted into raucous cheering and applause... "Order! Order!" the lesser magistrate banged his gavel again, to no avail. "Bailiffs, have Mr. George removed from the room!"

"KING George, you (bleeeeep!)" George screamed as he was dragged off, also hurling curses and epithets to the cheering gallery...

*The next morning...*

"Mr. George," Green Heart began, standing over the condemned man with spear in hand, before a large audience of common citizens. "Having been found guilty and sentenced to death by the tribunal, it falls to me to carry out your sentence forthwith. However, I am a kind and merciful goddess, so I will offer you one last chance to repent and show remorse for your crimes, and so commute your sentence to life imprisonment..."

"Denied. And I'll see you in hell, you slut!" George hissed defiantly.

"So be it. Farewell." Green Heart closed her eyes and thrust... a spray of blood, a gurgle, the sound of a body falling to the ground. It was over. The people broke into wild cheers at the demise of the one who had caused them misery for so long... Not wanting to look at the gore, Green Heart dismissed her weapon and turned away, signaling to the nearby soldiers to clean up the mess, before floating down to the audience, waving her hand to quiet them down.

Once she had touched down, Vert reverted to normal, now dressed in a simpler version of her iconic Wind Dress, not yet wearing the X-button collar or the ribbons and straps on her hips. "Now then, while today is indeed a day to celebrate, it should not be because a degenerate tyrant has met his end... rather, we should celebrate the dawn of a new day for our nation, the nation of Leanbox! No longer shall we be forced to play games borrowed from the other CPUs! Instead, we shall make our own consoles, our own games, and take charge of our own destiny! We shall demonstrate our rugged individualism, while working together for mutual prosperity! Let us march onward to a shining new future together!"

The crowds erupted into cheers again at this, chanting Vert's name repeatedly... (And once my new console is up and functioning, I can finally catch up on all the MMO game-time I've missed...!) Vert thought, smiling to herself...

But of course, going back to her shut-in otaku ways would inevitably lead to her nation's stagnation, which would eventually push Vert (in about 2 1/2 years) to head to the mainland to scope out Lowee in preparation to export her console to the other nations...

*To be continued... in Chapter 3 of Hyperdimension Neptunia Victory!*

*Snippet 47- End*