A.N./That's right fellas, this shit ain't dead. It's been a real struggle now that writing isn't even my secondary hobby anymore, having been replaced by gaming, and life's been kicking me in the dick, but I never stopped working on this. Just slowed down a buttload.
Anyway, onto the chapter!
Chapter 6:A Wrench in the Works
He sighed and put down the report. Absently, his left hand pinched the bridge of his nose as he thought through and processed the intel. First aliens, then gods, and now this mess. A thousand years of slow, grinding, planetary wide war between beings that made his people look like ants. While a insignificant fraction of the war, by virtue of Backblast's own words, it was still mind boggling in scale. He closed his eyes, turned his chair to face out his office window and leaned back. Silence reigned as he sorted out his thoughts, and Lieutenant Schnee stood silently at parade rest the whole while. Slowly, he sighed and looked out the window; letting his arm fall onto the chair's armrest. "Tell me honestly, Lieutenant. How would we fair if we had gotten caught between his people's civil war?"
"Permission to speak freely, sir?"
"Granted."
"Metroplex alone would've been able to wipe Atlas off the map in a day. The rest of the Kingdoms would fare no better."
He had come to the same conclusion, and just didn't want to admit it. "Even after everything our species has accomplished; we still are so vulnerable. A people as advanced as those of Cybertron were effectively wiped out because of infighting, who's to say we won't fall to the same fate? Or perhaps another visitor from the stars will bring destruction to us all."
There was silence for a moment as his words settled.
"If I may, sir?" His hand waved in a gesture for her to go ahead and speak. "We could try and at least partially unite the world in order to give us time to find a solution?"
He spun around in his chair to face her. "Explain."
"Although you only hold one seat on the Council, you have the authority of two from the political clout of your achievements. You could force Atlas to propose a unification process that you've been wanting, to the other Kingdoms with your word alone."
He could, and desperately wanted to, but… "Would that not make me a tyrant? Bullying my way through the system to get what I want?"
"The mere fact that such a thought bothers you shows that to not be the case… sir."
A small smile made its way onto his face. She was a great subordinate, and touchingly loyal, but there was a small issue with her idea. He looked her right in the eye. "What do you suggest I propose to them? Economic unity? We all use Lien and we're limited by distance so that line is dead. Administrative? The councils will never allow it. Military unification? The other kingdoms don't have even a fraction of our numbers, they will think we're trying to create an Atlesean dominant global force. Legislative? The hardliners here in Atlas and over in Mistral will never see eye to eye with the career politicians in Vale or the… crass ones in Vacuo."
He leaned back in his chair and watched as the gears in the Lieutenant's head began to turn. "What… how about joint training exercises, and selling our older equipment to help their military efforts? It could be a stepping stone in further cooperation."
Good ideas, ones he's already considered, but he waived her to continue. "You could also suggest forming a inter-kingdom council that passes laws for the whole world?"
Now that is an interesting idea, He leaned forward on his desk, mouth hidden behind steepled fingers. "Elaborate."
"Slavery was banned by treaty at the end of the Great War, why not suggest the formation of a committee to pass similar global scale laws or other such decisions that affect the world at large?"
He drummed his metal fingers against the armrest of his chair as he mulled the idea over. Such a thing already existed in the form of Ozpin's little shadow cabal, but it lacked the hard power of an official system. His only concern is being beholden to a power higher than him, the secrets of Atlas are world shaking and could cause mass panic if revealed. There would need to be a stipulation on sensitive information and how each kingdom should be allowed a certain amount of privacy…
Yes, this could work.
"Anything else?"
Winter halted briefly and pursed her lips. "You… you could push for Atlas to officially recognize Menagerie as a legitimate kingdom."
He leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers. "Hoh? An interesting idea, please tell me why you suggested such a thing."
She looked hesitant to respond, but eventually worked up the courage. "It would buy you many allies outside of Atlas, particularly in Menagerie, Vacuo, and to a lesser extent; Vale, as well as the support of the Faunus minority here and in Mantle. I personally wouldn't recommend this at this time as it could be pushing too much and too fast for your fellow councilman here in Atlas."
A… valid suggestion, and counter argument. "Well done, lieutenant. I will submit portions of your proposal to the Council with my full backing."
She saluted. "Thank you, sir!"
A chuckle escaped him. "At ease. Now, is that all?"
"No sir!" Winter stepped forward and set a data stick on his desk before stepping back. Immediately, he took it and hooked the storage device into his terminal and brought up the design within. A glacial blue hologram bloomed into being above his desk showcasing a humanoid vehicle of some form. Its head was long with a single wide view optic, its arms and legs were rather plain; with the exception of a set of retractable wheel "skates" on the legs, and finally its torso was the most unusual of the lot. The torso was not only more bulky than it proportionally would be on a human body, but there was also a massive protrusion on its back.
"That is certainly an interesting design."
He agreed with Winter to an extent, but he couldn't help but wonder what Backblast was thinking by giving him such an underwhelming design. Just as he was about to dismiss it, several windows opened; filled with text and pointing towards several points on the mechanical body.
The "skates" were for extra mobility on flat terrain. The very human-like hands were to provide a sense of familiarity to the pilot and allow a greater variety of weapons to be wielded; making the design not only more versatile, but also easier to pilot. The "head" was merely a robust sensor suite full of necessary equipment to fight in any weather or time of day. The torso was bulky because it contained two grappling hooks and an ejection system for the whole cockpit, providing an armored rocket powered escape pod for the pilot in an emergency along with something to help with steep terrain.
His perception of the design did a complete flip as soon as he read the data. It wasn't an overly innovative or complex design, but that's what made it leaps and bounds better than the competitor Paladin. Much of what he was looking at was simply upscaled knight parts modified to compensate for the square cubed law, which made it well within their current capacity to produce.
It's a shame that he wasn't in charge of approving these designs, and that instead they were chosen by the council as a whole.
He looked forward to the competition between the two designs.
"I believe congratulations are in order for your promotion to Captain."
"Sir?"
He leaned forward. "I know this looks like favoritism, and it is to a small extent, but you are an exceptional officer and a loyal soldier. It would be a mistake to not elevate you to reflect that. While you were only a Lieutenant in name, in practice you held the same authority as a Colonel due to being our mutual friends' dedicated liaison. I am merely granting you a rank closer to what someone of your station should possess."
"I-" She paused, seemingly conflicted. "Thank you, sir. I won't let you down."
His smile returned. "I know you won't, Schnee, and before you go, I'm sorry for the loss of your two elder cousins. I had heard you were the one they were closest to in the main family. The White Fang has become more vicious than we initially thought."
He gave her a look of genuine sympathy when he saw her fists tighten in anger. "It's… alright, sir. I'm certain those responsible for Cassandra and Lily's deaths will be brought to justice in due time."
"Of course." He acknowledged instantly. "No expense will be spared in our search for the culprits. Dismissed."
She saluted him and left the office.
He had briefly thought to let her in on Ozpin's shadow cabal, but felt it too early. Perhaps in a couple of years or so he might, but for now he can wait. Glancing down, he saw a text window that he missed earlier.
Suggested name: Cataphract.
He quite liked the sound of that.
"So you see, with this in-depth diagram of your body we can begin making attempts at recreating individual parts such as the high strength fiber like hydraulics of your musculature equivalents or the honestly bafflingly efficient electronic transmitters of your nervous system, but it could still be years before we are able to properly recreate the "cybermatter" material your body is made of, which will leave any attempts to recreate your biology somewhat lacking; despite the amazing success of Penny's-"
"Salutations!" Said girl called out.
"-creation and subsequent discoveries of her own biology." Doctor Amin finished without missing a beat.
He hummed in thought before turning to doctor Polendina. "I thought you said you made Penny's chassis out of cybermatter?"
Peitro winced. "I may have misspoke. It was only a partial recreation of the material based off of what you had told me about it. Fully recreating the material is simply beyond our capacity at the moment, so I had to settle for a half complete product for Penny's body."
"I see…" It was an irritating obstacle, but he's more than patient enough to wait for his allies to overcome it. Wait a second. He glanced at Penny and furrowed his metallic brows in thought. "Penny?"
She perked up. "Yes, uncle?"
"Would you mind showing me your Spark?"
Although confused, the green opticed girl complied and opened her Spark chamber. Immediately a soft green glow filled the hangar, as her Spark was laid bare for all to see. With a simple thought, he retracted his visor and scanned her Spark with a sweeping red field.
This continued on for several seconds until he abruptly stopped and hummed in thought. "Something about your Spark is… off."
Penny tilted her head quizzically, but it was her father that spoke up first. "If I may, what exactly do you mean by "off"? Is her Spark malfunctioning?"
He lightly shook his head. "Nothing of the sort, it appears to be functioning just fine, but something about it isn't quite what it's supposed to be."
Polendina frowned. "That's not exactly comforting."
"It's a good thing I wasn't attempting to comfort you then."
The good doctor gave him a halfhearted glare, but otherwise remained silent. Instead, Dr. Amin called up in a louder than usual voice, in what he believed was supposed to be like that of a human mother scolding a child. "If you two are quite done, we can run a scan on Penny and have Analyst Lead Cramelle attempt to find differences between your and her Sparks?"
"A wonderful idea!" Polendina exclaimed, while he merely nodded in assent.
Dr. Amin smiled and pointed at a chart. "As you can see here, I've made sure each researcher on our team will be in charge of working out the secrets of your inner mechanisms and replicating them. Dr. Silber is in charge of trying to replicate your musculature, Dr. Saph will be our lead metallurgist in assisting all of us, Dr. Courban will be the lead physicist in determining just how to properly make Energon function in tandem with everything, while I'll be attempting to work out your nervous system into something we can actually make sense of, and Dr. Polendina-" She gestured at the crippled man.
"I'll see if I can recreate some optics of at least marginally similar quality to your own." His vocoder hummed in acknowledgment.
"And the Cybermatter?" He questioned. "Without it your efforts will be insufficient and as valuable as well-made scrap."
"Baby steps,-" His mouth curled into a frown, and he tilted his head at the unfamiliar idiom. "-we must first begin to understand how you work within the boundaries of our own materials before we dive headfirst into trying to replicate you in full."
He supposed that made some sense, but he didn't like it. "Then is there something you need from me beyond just updating me on your progress?"
"Could you provide a sample of cybermatter without permanently harming yourself?"
"Yes."
"Wonderful!" Dr. Amin clapped. "There is a development in the outside world that affects you, but Lieutenant Schnee has more information and will fill you in on all the details."
He opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly cut off by the aforementioned Schnee making her presence known. "It's Captain now actually."
He tilted his head and frowned behind his face plate. He'd been a lieutenant in the Decepticon army for millions of years and never got promoted, being outdone by Winter grinded his gears, but he managed to shrug it off. "Congratulations."
She gave him a small smile in thanks, but it quickly turned into a frown. "The outside world has become… complicated, and it has affected your circumstances negatively."
His visor was still raised, leaving his red optics and their baleful glow exposed to everyone in the hangar, but that's all that could be seen. Which meant no one could see the fierce scowl adorning his mouth. "Explain."
"The White Fang has radicalized and begun a… campaign of terror on any human that catches their ire; it's sent a significant amount of panic through the populace as rumors of another Faunus War igniting spread amongst civilians." She grimaced at her own words. He racked his drives for information on the White Fang but couldn't remember much about them.
"The protestors have radicalized?" Her head bobbed sharply in confirmation, and he let out a hum from his voice box. "I hardly see how a bunch of-"
"They set off a bomb in a mall killing thirty people, my two cousins included."
His mouth closed slowly, and his brows furrowed. "I see. They have certainly gone farther than I thought, though I wonder how they knew how to make such a potent bomb?"
"Radicals in the White Fang have always targeted my family, but they were all outliers. However those few radicals now enjoy broader support, as for how they knew how to make bombs?" Winter shrugged. "It's likely the work of dissatisfied veterans from the war teaching new blood their talents."
A nod worked its way through his servos. "A viable strategy. The Decepticon Army did much the same at the start, the few members of the military, myself included, who defected to the cause were spread far and wide across the army as instructors to give our horde of civilians a crash course in how to fight and to turn them into a viable threat to the Autobots."
Winter huffed. "Yes, and now the White Fang are using this tactic to murder innocent people!"
He stared down at her, not nearly as blind to her distress as he would've been a few short years ago. "Tell me, these "cousins" of yours that were murdered, what are they? Another word for offspring?"
Winter seemed to choke, and everyone else had to force back their instinctual laughter, much to his confusion. As Winter recovered, and the laughter tapered, he looked around in confusion. It seemed that he had said something odd again, accursed fleshlings and their strange vernacular.
Clearing her throat, Winter looked up at him. "A "cousin" is the offspring of one's parental sibling."
He tilted his head. "Sibling?"
She sighed. "A sibling is someone who shares the same parents as you."
"Ah, I'm sorry for your loss." He meant it too, if her and her cousins weren't close then she wouldn't be upset about their loss, and he was well aware of what loss felt like.
"Thank you." The reply was curt, but held a degree of warmth in tone. "However, this means there has been a reduction in funding for all of us here at Fort 15, which will slow down progress for a few years."
He raised a metallic brow. "I had made a deal with your military, my peoples technological prowess for your assistance rebuilding my kind and I have done everything in my power to uphold that deal. Why has assistance from your side waned?"
Her reply was simple and swift. "Politics."
He snarled audibly in fury. Why was it always politics?! "Explain."
"General Ironwood's success at pushing back the Grimm has had the unintended consequence of giving the Kingdom a "safety net" and with this net the citizenry has made the argument that funds can be diverted from portions of the military and instead towards strengthening the internal security of the Kingdom. Police reforms, improved civilian infrastructure, etcetera."
"And the politicians listened?!" He couldn't keep the incredulity from his tone.
"General Ironwood protested, but those against him were simply too numerous. So, he accepted their demands in order to preserve his political power for a time when he might be able to restore our funding without losing his public support."
He scoffed, but otherwise kept silent on what he truly thought about "public support". "How bad will the delay be?"
She grimaced. "Anywhere from five to ten years."
It was a tiny amount of time compared to his life, but his time on Earth taught him just how quickly things could rust apart. So, he wasn't exactly energized at the prospect of the return of his people being delayed in any capacity. "Who is the head of this political push?"
Winter curled her lip in distaste, openly showcasing what she thought of this person. "It's a recently emerging Mantlian reformist by the name of Robyn Hill, she's a strong proponent of upgrading and overhauling the entirety of Mantle by diverting funds from the military, which makes her something of an enemy to us."
"An enemy?" He mused. "Is she to be removed?"
Winter's eyes shot wide open in astonishment. "Removed?! Backblast, she's a political opponent not an enemy of the state!"
He tilted his head in confusion not at all understanding the difference; the terms were synonymous under the reign of Sentinel Prime, and that didn't really change with Megatron taking power. Eventually, Winter saw his confusion and sighed. "Right, I forgot you lived under an oppressive regime for all of your life."
"I take it things are different here?"
She nodded. "Very. It's not a crime to think differently than others; nor is it a crime to voice those thoughts, but that doesn't mean society won't reject you for your views."
"An… interesting method to govern."
Winter snorted softly in amusement. "Don't sugar coat it, you think the idea is stupid."
A grunt in affirmation that sounded vaguely of grinding metal was the only response he was willing to dignify her with. Still, he found the continued use of idioms he didn't understand irritating yet endearing. Perhaps he should start utilizing some of them? It would be amusing to see how they react to him using them incorrectly, but alas; one must grease their cogs before messing around. "What must be done to regain our funding?"
"Realistically? Not much can be done, perhaps some PR, sorry; public relations, efforts will help, but that's a maybe. Our work is as secret as it is vital to the salvation of Remnant. So, it's somewhat difficult for the General to justify the level of funding we require."
His frown deepened behind his mask. "I would've thought our little trip to orbit would be good enough PR."
""Good enough" is the exact mentality that cost us our funding. The public has seen the achievements we've made and thinks the military is good enough to do anything it sets out to do, which is how they've been able to justify taking our funding for more mundane things."
He let out a sigh. "You wouldn't be bringing this up if you didn't have a plan."
A smirk formed on her face. "I was thinking… expo."
It took a moment for him to process what she said. "You can't be serious."
As it turns out, she was in fact serious. Reporters, inventors, representatives of foreign and domestic companies, recruiters, and more filled the building doing their respective jobs as the public walked around admiring the various exhibits. "I want it on record that I hate this."
She had to suppress a snort in amusement, but that immediately turned into annoyance when reporters finally decided to start asking questions. "Miss Schnee! Is this THE craft you used for mankind's first trip into space?"
"The ASF-X is the most advanced craft to ever take to the skies and allowed me to make that fateful trip to space."
The reporter frowned. "That's not what I asked."
She smiled. "Correct."
"Then is this one a fake?"
She kept silent and continued to smile.
The aforementioned reporter grumbled something most definitely unkind under his breath while another raised their hand, which she acknowledged with a nod. "Will the military be pushing the ASF-X into mass production?"
"No." She firmly denied. "Even without the proposed budget cuts being pushed forward, the ASF-X is simply too expensive for mass production, and the Atlesean military has no intention of putting the design into mass production for the foreseeable future. Instead, the prototype will serve as a technological test bed."
"I am a soldier of the grand Decepticon Army, not some exhibit for people to gawk at!" She had to suppress her smile, lest she give away that she was conversing with someone.
"Will your prototype craft be seeing combat against the recent Faunus threat?"
"That's classified."
A flurry of questions flew at her, but a deep voice cut through them before she could even begin answering.
"I'm certain Captain Schnee will gladly answer all of your questions in the panel at the end of the day, alongside General Ironwood who I just heard will be attending." Dr. Polendina smoothly came to her rescue, a smiling Penny flanking his right side. "But if you follow me I'll be able to give you an exclusive interview on the next big prototype out of the Atlesean military's in house development team."
Most of the reporters practically flew at the chuckling doctor as he moved away in his new walking chair, a few tabloid journalists stuck around to harass her about her personal life, but quickly fled after she politely told them to "fuck off" with kinder words. Leaving her to watch as the flowing mass of bodies moved throughout the convention center.
"Friend Winter?"
"Hmm?"
"Why did you wish for me to stay by your side today?"
"There's somebody I'd like you to meet." She stated as her eyes narrowed upon sighting a couple of heads of familiar white hair slowly approaching through the crowd. "And I knew he would bring her here."
Just as she finished speaking, her least favorite person in the world exited the crowd. His pristine white suit practically shining like a beacon and his head arrogantly held high. "Winter, my dear daughter! It's wonderful to finally speak with you again. I understand you've been quite busy bringing the Schnee name even greater prestige, but you must visit home more often!"
If she didn't personally know how much of a greedy monster this man was, she'd almost believe he was being genuine in his familial affection.
Almost.
"Father." Jacques Schnee narrowed his eyes at her frosty greeting, but she paid him no mind and instead turned to her little sister, while gesturing to Penny. "Weiss, I'd like you to meet Penny Polendina; the daughter of one of my colleagues in Atlesean R&D. You should go explore and get to know each other while me and Father discuss some things."
Weiss blinked in surprise and hesitantly turned to the giddy robo-girl. Quickly understanding what was expected of her, Weiss curtsied. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, I am Weiss Schnee; heiress to the Schnee Dust Company."
Penny's artificial eyes lit up in absolute glee, and she immediately seized a surprised Weiss by the wrist. "Salutations! I am Penny Polendina; it's a pleasure to meet you! We can paint our nails, and try on clothes, and talk about cute boys!"
"Penny." The orange haired girl turned to her at the sound of her stern voice. "Behave, but most importantly have fun."
A salute with a smile. "Yes ma'am!"
Her poor little sister was too busy sputtering in indignation to free herself from the vice-like grip of the robo-girl as she was dragged off into the expo. The small smile that had grown on her face quickly faded as she turned back to the suited man she once thought of as family; especially when she saw the calculative gleam in his eye as he watched Penny and Weiss walk off into the crowd. "It has been some time, Father."
"Must you be so cold to me, Winter?"
She scowled at him. "Must you continue pretending to be a caring father?"
It was his turn to scowl. "Despite whatever perceived fatherly failings of mine; you and I work towards the same end goal."
She bristled in indignant fury. How dare he even insinuate that his cut throat money grubbing was anything like working with Remnants greatest hope to escape extinction! "You work towards filling your own pocket, I work towards saving the world."
"My pocket is Atlas's pocket, and Atlas leads the charge in this world saving you're so convinced of." Jacques Schnee smoothly countered. "Besides, it was the Pulse Rifle jointly developed by the SDC and Mantle Arms that recently was chosen over the cheap and uninspired conventional rifle presented by your development team."
Her scowl deepened, but her friend spoke into her ear piece before she could say anything. "Your heart is pulsing quickly, whatever it is about this man you call "father" that's agitating you; you'd do well to step back and think instead of letting your emotions get the better of you."
A deep breath escaped her lungs, and she straightened. "I feel like we should be honest and upfront. I hate you, and I know you know that I hate you. However, my achievements have brought not just me fame, but you and the rest of our family by extension as well. I propose a trade."
His eyes narrowed. "Go on."
"What I propose is simple, you stop mistreating your Faunus workers, I cease denying your assistance in interviews, and suggest the SDC should get the occasional contract to produce some of the new weapons to General Ironwood under the pretense of keeping a balance in the arms industry."
Her Father's eyes still narrowed; he raised his hand to stroke his mustache. "How shrewd." He mused. "It almost borders on corruption. I admit I didn't believe you were capable of this kind of proposal; I thought it might be too much for your righteous sensibilities. Although, you don't get much out of this deal from me, why the better treatment of Faunus workers?"
She bristled at the comment about her "sensibilities", but kept her cool. "It will reduce the unrest among the Faunus minority, making the military's job easier and terrorists' goals harder to achieve, and hopefully stop the rest of our family from dying." What she didn't say was that in doing so, it would also increase the unity of the Kingdom, and potentially provide another source of recruits should a full blown Grimm crusade kick off. A strategic victory for Atlas all around; something she refused to admit out loud lest her father learn that she'd benefit more than him.
Although, deep down her true motives were more centered around her friend. Backblast had been a slave, more figurative than literal, and she'd be damned if she let him encounter anything like what he and his fellow Cybertronians once went through during his stay here on her homeworld.
Jauques narrowed his eyes at her but continued to silently stroke his mustache in thought; until he sharply nodded. "I'll consult the board of directors and send you a follow up correspondence. A pleasure doing business with you, Winter."
The man she once looked up to as a child walked away, likely to meet with fellow corporate bigwigs, and mercifully ending one of the worst experiences in her life. "Don't get your servos going just yet, we'll be here for another four and a half hours before that "panel" you spoke of, and a variety of personal interviews."
…aaaand just like that, Backblast ruined any sense of relief she had been feeling.
Wonderful.
"How intriguing." She mused as her seers observed her Grimm in Solitas being steadily pushed back by the growing ferocity of Atlas. "Tell me, Watts. How have they suddenly started beating my forces?"
The Atlesean doctor grinned arrogantly. "Those simple brutes have decided to completely restructure how their military fights. Massed artillery, high caliber direct fire, and supersonic attack craft, all backed by an industry that's practically churning out ammo and an all too willing populace. I'd almost be impressed if the weapons weren't so crude and primitive."
"A simple enough obstacle to overcome, if one of mild inconvenience." The Grimm Queen declared regally. "My Grimm are endless; they shall swarm and assault until those who oppose us simply cannot keep up with the supply demand, and should that fail I must simply utilize more durable and creative minions."
"As you say, my queen." She smiled at the demure attitude of the typically arrogant scientist.
"Wonderful!" She smiled. "The swarms shall initially triple in size, should that be insufficient; I'll quintuple them."
An insane cackle echoed to her left. "Yes! Yes! The filthy heretics will pay for their defiance of our goddess!"
She glanced over at her two newest recruits to gauge their thoughts. Hazel looked uncomfortable, but otherwise resolute in his position among her inner circle; while Cinder merely sneered at the insane cackling of Tyrian.
Soon… yes very soon.
Ozma will finally be defeated once and for all.
Several days had passed since the Expo and his forward viewing of Winter's complicated familial relationships. It was that specific event that had finally pushed him to where he was now; asking for help again. "Dr. Polendina, may I ask you a favor?"
The crippled engineer ceased working on a crude approximation of Cybertronian optics in order to look up at his towering form. "Why of course! You've helped me fulfill my dream of becoming a father, I'd gladly do anything in my power to return the favor."
He smiled wryly behind his faceplate, Pietro was a good person. One far better than he could ever hope to be. "I have an idea of what to do with at least some of the Cybertronian parts you and your compatriots are attempting to recreate, but it'll require us to recreate something called a Cortical Psychic Patch and then modifying it extensively."
Pietro raised a brow. "I can take a guess at what it does based on its name, but I'll require more information on this device."
The smile behind his faceplate widened. If everything worked out well, he won't have to stay in this boring hangar every waking hour of the next few decades.
A.N./Fucking finally amiright? Yeah, apologies if this is a tad clunky and didn't flow the best. My skills have atrophied slightly due to a less frequent use of them, but I still hope this was to all of your satisfaction.
Peace muh dudes!