Empress, I didnt exactly "dance" per se... and they aren't skanky
Vice... yeah... I completely forgot about you... but instead of having hand-to-hand combat with me... why not with Ranpha? I'd rather have my minions get their hands dirty for me...
Okay, so yeah, I know I was early on this entry and maybe this trend will continue, but you may never know. I have started Entry 11, but I don't have an exact idea of where I want it to go and where to end like the last entry. I expect Entry 11 to be out Friday or sometime this weekend, unless I get into another groove and give it to you before then.
gry, i love the story.... but i am so sad about being written out....oh and can you go on a killing spree some time...make it really bloody.....tanks....guns....WOO!
gry, i love the story.... but i am so sad about being written out....oh and can you go on a killing spree some time...make it really bloody.....tanks....guns....WOO!
You haven't been written out of the story. In fact, you have a major part during the next Entry. And yes, I'll see what I can do about mass killings in the name of the Empire, but give me a little time, okay?
*pondering* where exactly will this killing take place, considering they're out in space? And how will it be bloody in space?
On a rather different note.... Yeaaah... sure, Gryphus. You're gonna give Vice a huuuge part... in this entry... or the next one... or entry 18... or entry 74....
*pondering* where exactly will this killing take place, considering they're out in space? And how will it be bloody in space?
On a rather different note.... Yeaaah... sure, Gryphus. You're gonna give Vice a huuuge part... in this entry... or the next one... or entry 18... or entry 74....
Watch it or I'll poke you in the eye with a really hot french fry... I've already started the next entry and iIve already written out Vice havin' a large part... I just need to finish the damn thing so that I can post it...
Well, I have finally finished Entry 11, and before Charles or Vice can badger me anymore, yes, Anna has been regurgitated from the depths of discarded writing concepts and has been brought back into this story, and with a pretty major role in this Entry, may I add. This is kinda short, but I don't care much. So, without further ado...
Entry 11:
Pink-Haired Flurries and Secret Affairs
Imperial Command Space Center “Hraesvelgr”…
“So, whaddya call this place?” Milfeulle inquired, her girly curiosity getting the better of her.
“I think the General dubbed it Hraesvelgr,” replied Vice, who was standing guard over the Angels. “Don’t ask me. I haven’t the faintest clue what it means. Somethin’ in Norse mythology.”
“Oh, I see… umm, who are you?”
“Vice Empress Anna.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a “Vice Empress”… Is that any similar to a prin-”
“If you even DARE to call me PRINCESS, I swear I’ll tear you inside out!” screeched Anna, standing only a centimeter away from a now trembling Milfeulle. Anna stomped back to her post, enraged at such sayings. To compound her anger, she was told to “cooperate” with the General and keep the Angels secured while he “filled out some paperwork”. God knows what he was really up to.
“Okay, Vice,” buzzed the General’s voice over a walkie-talkie. “Send them in one at a time.”
“Right. Whatever, General.” Anna surveyed the Angels. “You. One that pisses me off so easily. You’re first.” Milfeulle slowly walked passed Anna, slightly glancing over to make sure a fist wasn’t coming at her temples.
Milfeulle stopped in front of a pair of sliding doors. The doors opened with a swoosh and she proceeded in very carefully. Despite what Ranpha had told her, she wasn’t 100% trusting of this General. His “office” as she presumed was dimly lit, the only light coming from a desk lamp. Across the walls were many painting of great military battles including Trafalgar, Leyte Gulf and El Alamein. He had a very large oaken desk, in front of which he sat, not facing the door.
“Please, sit,” he gestured as he turned around. “Now no need to be afraid. I’m merely going to ask you a few questions so that we can get this whole transference thing situated.”
“I’m not afraid. Ask away,” replied Milfeulle as she gladly took a seat.
“Alright. Name?”
“Milfeulle Sakuraba.”
“Mmhmm, okay. Milfeulle, please check over these to make sure its all correct.” Milfeulle took the packet and quickly scanned down the page. She remained quiet for a long time, assuring the General it was correct.
“Umm, General? Quick question. How’d you get that question correct if I know I didn’t tell anyone?” she inquired as she pointed at line 37 and showed it to Gryphus.
“Ohh… well, umm, let’s just say my eyes never lie.”
“Uh huh… okay! It’s all correct.”
“Great. Now that you’re a part of the Empire, we need to find you a job. Only the lowest of grunts have jobs other than fighting. Of course, they usually end up dying within a few weeks, but anywho. Please, Milfeulle, tell me. What did you usually do back on the Elle Ciel?”
“Well, apart from my Angel duties, I was the cook. Everybody loved my cooking, especially Colonel Volcott. Oh! And I have really good luck. Like, this one time, Forte and Ranpha lost a whole bunch of money at a casino, and I won it all back, even though I had no clue what I was doing.”
“Interesting…” mused Gryphus as he scribbled down some notes. “Okay, Milfeulle, you’re done. Send the next Angel in.”
Amazingly, the whole session had gone rather smoothly. Apart from Vanilla being the extremely quiet type, the General had no problem at all with the interviews. It was if the Angels wanted to join the Empire. Maybe it was the General’s dashing good looks…
- - - - -
“Ahh, finally some time to relax,” Anna sighed as she sat down on her bed, a Pearl brand flute cradled in her arms, one of the best money could buy. Despite her sometimes downright vicious demeanor, both Anna and the Empress were both huge music buffs. Deep in the recesses on their rooms, they could occasionally be heard playing. Unfortunately for Vice, her currently carefree attitude had let her leave her door open as she began playing…
“Ugh! What is that horrible raucous?! It sounds like a dying moose!” complained Milfeulle as she walked down the hall. She poked her head into Vice’s room? “Vice, is that you?”
“Is what me?”
“I heard some horrible raucous coming from your room…”
“Wait… Lemme get this straight… you think my playing skills are bad?”
“Well, sorta… I mean… kind of… umm…”
“You better start runnin’!” screeched Anna. She dropped her flute on her bed and grabbed the sword that hung on her wall. She quickly advanced towards Milfeulle, sword at the ready.
“EEP!” Milfeulle took off. “Raaaaan-phaaaaaa!!!!!!!! Help meeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Oh no you don’t!” Milfeulle ran as fast as her legs could carry her, Anna, more or less, lumbering behind her with and old English Longsword. The two pinked-haired ladies ran through the station to no avail. Milfeulle couldn’t escape Anna, and Anna couldn’t catch Milfeulle. In the end, the two lay on their knees panting and tired at opposite ends of the throne room.
“What in hell are you two doing?!” demanded Amelia as she stomped into her throne room. She had a very disheveled look, as if the chaos had woken her from her “beauty sleep”.
“Vice is trying to kill me!” whimpered Milfeulle as she pointed at Anna.
“Well, that new girl insulted my musical talent!”
“Ugh! I can’t take this anymore!” screeched Empress. She was damn near ready to ripping her hair out. “I am hereby placing a restraining order between you two! You cannot go within 10 ft of each other. If I hear any more chaos between you two, you will both be used as living target in the firing range, regardless of rank and title! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back to sleep…”
- - - - -
Meanwhile…
The General sat at his desk, finishing up the last remaining paperwork for the Angels to get admitted into the Empire when he heard a soft knock on his door. He was perplexed as to why anyone would be coming to see him at this time. There was no battle on the horizon and usually people were off doing their own thing and knew quite well not to bother him while the door to his office was shut. He pondered this for a short while, but let it go and pressed the button on his desk that opened door.
“Oh, you’re here, General,” mused Ranpha as she slowly sauntered into the room. “I need you to help me with something.”
“Please, you can lose the formalities. We’re not at war. Now, what can I help you with?” Ranpha sat down on the corner of his desk.
“Well, Gry, for the longest time I have been trying to get a man, but to no avail, so I was wondering if you could set me up with someone here on the station… *wink*”
“Hmm… well, there’s got to be some good-looking sergeants who wouldn’t hesitate to be yours…” replied Gryphus as he leaned back his in large leather chair.
“Well, yeah, but… I was wondering if you could possibly set me up with someone of a bit higher rank… maybe someone like… you?” The General chuckled.
“Sounds interesting, and I’d accept, but you’ve seen how the Empress is… every time I pull off a victory, she asks to dance, even though I don’t know the first thing about dancing…”
“I’ve seen the way she looks at you, and I can see she has some takings towards you, but I also noticed that she seems to be wanting someone else… So, how ‘bout we surprise her? I’ll teach ya how to dance. Tonight, under the moonlight.”
Now to the real reason to this response. I have a new Entry fro ya'll. Got off for winter break early, so I had nothing better to do.
Entry 12
That… is a ghost…
Imperial Drop Ship Alect 4…
“Wait… I thought the General said they’d already overrun Earth? Why are we going planet side then?” Milfeulle inquired.
“Watch…” moaned Forte. “It’s gonna be something stupid, like pick up some eggs.”
“No, where supposed to be surprising the Empress,” correct Mint. “We’re supposed to be picking up a…” She counseled her PDA. “Danny Fenton.”
“If this is a simple pick-up mission, why’d he send all of us?”
“Apparently this boy is infused with some ghost DNA or something like that, so he can do **** ghosts can supposedly do, like phase through walls, shoots beams of ectoplasm and even possess people.”
“Huh… so are these ghost powers why all of our weapons are glowing green?”
“Yes, they also have been laced with ecto-energy so that they’ll have an effect on him while he’s in ghost mode.”
- - - - -
Amity Park, former nation of United States…
“Oh, how I’d love to go a vacation…” Danny moaned as he hit his head against the Fenton family dinner table. “Life here is so damn boring.”
“Well, would you rather beoutside of the city limits where the Empire has burned, blasted and destroyed everything there is? There’s no place left to vacation! What’s left of America is mostly wastelands now! And its only by a grace of God that the same fate hasn’t met Amity Park!” scolded Danny’s older sister, Jazz.
“Urgh, I guess you’re right , Jazz.”.” The two stopped and looked at the front door when they heard a ring from the doorbell.
“Who in hell would be coming ‘round here at this time?” Jazz opened the door to find herself confronted by 5 beautiful women.
“Greetings,” spoke up Forte. “We are here as representatives of the Earth Sphere Unified Nations. We are here to collect a…”
“Danny Fenton,” added Mint.
“So you’re from the ESUN?” asked Jazz. “Well, you’re not welcome here and you’re not getting Danny.”
“Why o why do people always want to do this the hard way…” moaned Forte. She reached into her hip-holster and pulled a Colt .45 Magnum, which she proceeded to point at Jazz’s head.
“I never asked for Danny,” she continued. She pulled the hammer back on the firearm. “I demanded that Danny be handed over to us. Now you can agree to this, or have your brains spread across the floor.”
“I won’t let you do that,” confronted Danny as he came to his sister’s side. “I’m going ghost!” A pair of rings appeared around Danny’s waste, which spread to his head to toes. His eyes now glowed bright neon green and his hair shined like platinum.
“Ranpha! Now!” Forte ducked as Ranpha whipped out and fired the ecto-bazooka they had been given. At point blank range, Danny was unable to put up a shield in time. The blast of green energy struck him in the chest, sending him hurtling back into the wall of the kitchen. His limp form slumped to the ground, unconscious.
“Now I strongly suggest you get out my way,” warned Forte as she brushed past Jazz. She hefted the ghost boy and slung him over her shoulder. “Angels, let’s get the hell out of here.”
- - - - -
Aboard Hraesvelgr…
“Good. Good,” commented the General as Forte dropped Danny on the floor of his office. “A bit scarred though.”
“We had to rough him up a bit,” replied Ranpha. “He and his sister weren’t as cooperative as we would’ve wanted.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter now. As long as he’s still alive. I’ll have Martin take him down to the brig. You’re dismissed.” The Angels left Gryphus’s office, apart for Ranpha, who had hung back. When the sliding doors shut behind the leading four Angels, she turned back to the General.
“Are you sure this Danny is the right one, Gry?”
“Have you ever taken a look at the supposedly empty room on Level 25, Corridor C? It’s overflowing with paraphernalia of the ghost boy ‘Danny Phantom’ who also happens to be called ‘Danny Fenton’ while he’s in human form. If anyone can keep the Empress out of my hair, it’s him.”
“And leaving you to me…” Ranpha gave him a quick peck on the cheek, but was gone before he could turn to face her.
- - - - -
Danny slowly began to come to. Through his foggy vision he could make out he was in a cell, a ghost proof cell. The walls had been lined with a mesh of electrical wires that emitted just the right electrical frequency to render his ghost powers useless. His body still ached all over from the shot from the ecto-bazooka.
“About damn time you woke up,” spoke the guard from just outside the door to the cell. The guard unslung the rifle from his shoulder and pointed it at Danny.
“Now don’t move,” he continued. “We have to implant a control device on you.” A few more guards appeared behind the first. Some were carrying ectoplasm guns; the last was carrying a large syringe that contained a nanotech solution, which was the control device.
Danny was in too much pain to put up any resistance as the guard injected the solution into his spinal column. The needle was removed and Danny was shoved into a small cage with wheels and a sheet thrown over it to conceal its contents before being wheeled out of the brig towards the throne room.
The ghost boy sat in the dark, breathing heavily. Even through the immense pain, his senses were still as sharp as knives. He could here the squeak of the old wheel on his cage and the breaths taken by the guard. If he knew his smells, he’d probably be able to figure out what brand of cologne the guard was wearing.
The cart came to a stop and Danny listened as well he could to what was happening outside.
“Think of this as a pre-emptive birthday present, Empress. Something I know you’ve always wanted ever since you heard about it. I present to you…” The guard ripped off the sheet. “Danny Fenton”.
The rest all happened really quickly. From what Danny could tell, the Empress had tackled Gryphus out of delight and was giggling like a schoolgirl. Before anybody knew really what happened, the Empress had wandered off with the cage to who knows where, probably her room.
- - - - -
A young corporal took a deep breath as he approached for the General’s door. He was expecting the worst after almost being shot by the Empress’s personal bodyguard when he tried to ask her what he was about to ask the General.
Sucking up all the courage he had, he knocked twice on the door. Behind the door, he could hear the shuffling of feet, the slamming of the door of the lock the General kept his uniforms in and finally a “Come in.” The door opened and the corporal proceeded in.
“Sir… we have a small issue. Apparently when you fired the SOLG at Texas, you missed where “Charles” was, because we just got a letter from him. He’s still writing and was wondering if we could tell him any updates, such as any new additions to the Empire?”
“Tell him everything… It’s about time the populace learned what we’re doing. Can’t keep them entirely in the dark, or they might be stupid enough to rebel.”
“Thank you, sir. I will.” The corporal exited the room, without another word. As the door finally hissed shut, the General heard a tremendous pounding on the door of the locker. He opened the door and stepped to the side as Ranpha tumbled out in a disheveled manor.
“You couldn’t think of anywhere better, could you?!” she fumed. “That guy almost found out about us…”
“If he did find out, he’ll keep his mouth shut if he knows what’s best for him…”
Confused are ye? Good. Have fun (or whatever emotion you're striving for) in Detroit.
Now, back to business. I present to you my longest entry thus far and quite possibly the longest in this epic, apart from the final chapter which shall be called
"Operation Final War"
, but that won't be out for a long while, pretty much when I run out of ideas and feel am incessant need to kill everything in existence.
Informational spoilers pertaining to "Operation Final War" will come out a later date, possibly coinciding with the release of Entry 14 or Entry 15.
Entry 13
Aka-chan?!
[A/N: I’ll tell you non-Japanese speakers the meaning of the title later after you’ll understand what it would be implying to.]
It would be the last call anyone would want to receive, and with all her power, Empress Amelia thought she may be able to stop such a thing, but it was all to no avail. Tears flowed freely from her eyes as she struggled to overcome the bluntness of the truth.
“Vice… I’m leaving you in tactical command… I have to go…” she sobbed. “General… make sure my dear Phil is being kept well…”
“Uhh, I’m really bad at this comforting people ****, so I’m just gonna wander off,” replied Gry as he slipped through a doorway out of the throne room.
“I will do as commanded, you highness,” Anna replied. “Hope you’ll get over what happened soon…”
“Thanks…” Before another word could be spoken, the Empress had already left the room on her way to the shuttle bay. A few minutes passed, with everyone just staring at the door though which their leader had left.
“Is she gone?” inquired Gry as he poked his head back into the room.
“Yeah… thanks for the help, by the way…”
“Hell, you know how ****** I am at the comforting stuff… All I really know what to do is to kill… pretty much…”
“Riiight, whatever ya say…”
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh, nothing…”
“Right then. Anywho, I have to do my monthly trip to that bright, dry and possibly humid spot…”
“You’re goin to the beach?!” squealed Ranpha. “I wanna go too!” She scurried off to her quarters to gather what she needed and to get changed.
“Uhh… did I say I was goin’ to the beach?”
“Naw, I don’t think so… but women will occasionally assume things…”
“I know what ya mean…”
- - - - -
“When you said “bright, hot and possibly humid” I thought you were talkin’ about the beach, not the mouth of a volcano!”
“I never said we were going to the beach…”
“Yeah, well you never said we were going to the mouth of a volcano either!”
“So? Both Vice and I knew what I was talking about, and those were the only people that really counted.”
“Hmph. Alright, then. What in hell are we doing here?”
“Well, you know about the super weapons, Kiryu, Gaigan, et cetera, but there’s one that you don’t know about. He is quite powerful, but we chose not to keep him at the station because of the issues he could cause. Ranpha, I present to you… Doomfire.” As if on cue, Doomfire erupted from the mouth of the volcano, roaring at the heavens.
“Eek! Magma creature! Run away!”
“Ranpha… that magma creature is Doomfire…”
“Oh, well, I knew that…”
“Suuure ya did…”
- - - - -
Meanwhile…
“Hey, Vice! I found a key! Whaddya want me to do with it?” inquired Milfeulle.
“I don’t care. Go try to open a door with it or somethin’…”
“Ahh, okay.” Milfeulle silently wandered down the corridor of the station, pondering what door to try the key on. Any day, this would’ve be fine, but today was the day that Milfeulle’s insanely good luck had led her to find the one key no one wanted, the one key that opened the door to it. And it was that insanely good luck that lead her to try to use the key on the one door out of the thousands that it worked on, the door to it.
Milfeulle slid the key into the slot and gently pressed the door open. The room was dark, apart from the dim monitors that showed Doppler radar images of Earth.
“Hello? Is any one in here?” Milfeulle asked.
“Oh? Who’s there? Am I finally being let out of this dreadful room?” inquired a feminine voice.
“Yeah, sure. Come on!” Out from the shadows stepped a girl that no one had seen in months.
“Oh, you’re new. Who’re you?”
“Milfeulle. And you?”
“Kim…”
- - - - -
“And this is the General’s lab of sorts…” said Milfeulle as she lead Kim into a workshop, full of partially finshed projects.
“Cooool… I’ve never been allowed in here before…” Kim stopped in front of a machine that sparked her curiosity. “Hey, Milfeulle, do you have any idea what this does?”
“I don’t know what any of these do… Earth’s technology is quite different from that of Transvaal…”
“Let’s find out then.” Kim reached out and pressed the large red button on the machine, but it appeared as if nothing happened.
[[FONT="]Countdown Iniated. 5 minutes to activation.][/FONT]
“Oh, looks like he hasn’t finished it yet. Let’s not touch anything else and get out of here.”
- - - - -
[[FONT="]3… 2… 1… Activate Unit.][/FONT]
The machine shuddered as pulsations of anti-matter and ionic energy were released from its body. When the two forms of energy combined, it had adverse reactions on the matter around it. The molecular structures were reformed and recombimed into a form from an earlier, simpler time.
Everyone within range of the device was reverted to a much younger age, even Kiryu, but instead of a smaller size of his former self, the mech was stuck as a nearly useless PDA. But yet again, Milfeulle’s luck had saved her, for she and Kim were on the only wing of the station that was out of range.
- - - - -
“Finally, home is in sight,” Gry sighed as he sat at the controls of the dropship he had used to visit Doomfire. While he sounded quite happy, the General was uneasy about something. Something didn’t feel right, and it was then he realized his skin was tingling.
“Hey, Ranpha. You feel that?” he asked over his shoulder.
“Feel what?”
“Like your skin is tingling.”
“… Yeah, actually I do.”
“I’m a bit worried. In the storage cabinet there, there is a radiation analyzer. Grab it.” He listened as he heard Ranpha dig through the cabinet.
‘Hey, Gry, this it?” she asked as she held up something reminiscent of an older, more sophisticated brother of the Geiger Counter.
“Yeah, that’s it.” Gry turned on the auto-pilot and went back to where Ranpha was. He kneeled down next to the device and turned it on. It began to click wildly as it picked up a obscene amount of a rare radiation particle.
“Damn it, just as I feared,” Gry swore. “There is an unusually high level of Delta particle radiation, a radiation only released when ionized matter and anti-matter come into contact. There’s only one thing that could cause such radiation and it’s in my lab: Amefurashi.”
“What the hell does that do?”
“Basically, Amefurashi reformats the surrounding matter to an almost childlike state. It was meant to be planted in an enemy base by a spy. It’d literally revert all the soldiers to like 4 yrs old, their assault rifles would be like water guns and their tanks would be remote-control cars. Then, my army could come in and wipe them all out. Although, after we defeated the United States and Russia, there was no army that could have even the slightest chance of standing up to our own and it was put into storage. Someone must have gone into my lab and started screwing around… I swear whoever it was will be begging to be killed after the torture they’re going to be put through…”
Gry hopped back into the pilot's seat and turned off the autopilot as he floored the drop ship’s throttle. Objects were tossed around the cabin of the drop ship with the sudden increase of thrust. The General made no attempt at smoothness as he hap-hazardly landed the ship in the bay.
The back door dropped and the General strode out. Everything was eerily quiet. No one could be seen anywhere. This trend continued as Gry and Ranpha made their way to the throne room, but there, they finally found someone, or rather, something. Kiryu, as a PDA, lay on the floor, beeping, trying to get Gry’s attention. Finally, Kiryu was able to get the General’s attention as he walked over and picked up the device.
“Look’s like Mint left her PDA out…” Ranpha mused as she looked over the General’s shoulder as he turned the device over in his hands.
“I don’t know…” he replied as he spotted some small writing. Squinting, the General could barely make out what it said: ‘MFS-3’.
“Holy ****… Kiryu?” Gry continued. There was no response from the device.
“Here, let me try,” insisted Ranpha as she took the PDA. She grabbed the stylus from the slot at the top of the device and typed [K-I-R-Y-U-?] into the digital keyboard displayed on the screen. A few seconds passed before the PDA typed [Yes] out on the screen by itself.
[What happened to you?]
[Someone definitely activated Amefurashi. From the information I have collected and after accessing the security cameras, I believe it was Kim that did it.]
[Isnt she locked in her closet?]
[According to security cameras, Milfeulle found a key and let her out. When Kim went mulling about, she wandered into your lab and presses the activtion button of Amefurashi, but thought nothing happened, so left. Apparently, Milfeulle and Kim are in the Command Wing if the station and wee unaffected by the device, probably just out of its range.]
“Dammit…” Gry swore. “Okay, I’ll go retrieve Milfeulle and Kim. Ranpha, you use Kiryu to help you find everyone and bring them here to the throne room.”
- - - - -
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t deport you via the SOLG,” Gry snorted as he leveled his firearm at Kim’s head.
“Uhh… I give you weather reports?”
“You stupid little girl. The Empress was suffering from one of her blonde moments when she suggested we add you. Satellites have done and will do your job just fine.”
“Well… then I guess I’ll go get a shuttle to the SOLG now, then…”
“Not yet. I want you to use all 3 of your brain cells to think. What blatantly idiotic thing did you do within the last hour?”
“Uhh…”
“God damn it… You went into my lab and touched something. In your “mulling around” you activated a device that changed everyone into the station apart from you and Milfeulle into kids. Now, you’re going to fix it. You have to help me, Ranpha and Milfeulle round up everyone affected by Amefurash-“
“Amefura-huh?”
“Amefurashi, the device you touched. Don’t interrupt me. Now you have to help us round everyone up before the Empress gets back or she’ll feed you to Phil, go all Matrix-y on my ass and smacks Vice outside the head.”
- - - - -
[Turn right at this corner. Mint, I believe, should be just around it.]
Ranpha rounded the corner and confirmed that, indeed, Kiryu was correct. In front of her was sitting a 3 yr old Mint; who was trying to pull a sock over her head.
“I know you into cosplay, Mint, but you’re not going to fit that over your head,” Ranpha cooed as she kneeled down next to the small girl gently tugged on the sock. Mint held firmly onto the sock, but it was eventually taken from her tiny hands. Almost as soon as the garment was taken from her grasp, Mint began crying.
“Oh, what am I going to do with you? I don’t want you to hurt yourself with that sock, but if I don’t give you something, you’ll never stop crying…” Ranpha pondered for a second before being struck with an idea. She thrust her hand down through the front of her dress and fished around. The screen on the PDA/Kiryu changed from blue to purple to red, as if blushing. After a second, her hand emerged, clutching one of the pads to her bra. She placed the pad on top of Mint’s head, whom pulled it over her eyes and acted as if it were a mask.
“Now to get out of here,” Ranpha mused. She looked around and picked up Kiryu, whom she had set down when she found Mint. It was then she noticed the red screen.
[Those thoughts running through your head better be clean ones…]
[Of course they are, ma’am.] The screen quickly changed back. [It’s merely your rash actions reacted with some of my human emotion protocols.]
[Riiight…]
- - - - -
Kim quietly walked between the tall stacks of cargo containers that littered the armory. Crates upon crates of assault rifles, grenades and heavy artillery as far as the eyes could see in the dim lights. Kim took interest in a small, red light that danced across her shoulders. Quite an odd, little fellow it was. It danced slowly upwards across her neck and face until it came to stop, centered on her forehead. The young girl’s eyes followed the light beam back to its source, noticing it belonged to a laser pointer held by a 5 yr old Forte.
“Oh, there you are!” she exclaimed. It was then she noticed that the laser pointer was rather large and bulky, or rather it was connected to something that was.
“Holy ****!” Kim swore, as she dived to the side at the exact moment the 9mm pistol the 5 yr old was holding went off. She ducked into a small alleyway created between two stacks of crates, missing the bullet by a centimeter.
“Rats… missed,” groaned the young Forte.
“I think she was actually trying to kill me,” Kim panted to herself as she leaned up against the stack. “Course, if the General were here right now, he’d be saying somethin’ like ‘you prolly deserve for pressing the button on that Amefura-whatever thing’…”
Kim risked poking her head out of the alley. Forte was no longer on the little perch she had, but the gun was still lying there. Kim took the chance of stepping completely out into the main corridor. Forte was nowhere to be seen.
“Hello?” Kim called. “I don’t want to hurt you… although you probably want to hurt me… but I just want to take you to the throne room…”
Kim stopped and listened. It was deftly quiet, that is, until the roaring of a gas turbine engine filled the room. Out from behind a large stack of crates drove a Scorpion Main Battle Tank, piloted by Forte. The turret churned around, the 115mm barrel focusing on Kim.
“Oh, ****…” Kim ran as fast as she could in the opposite direction towards the door. The tank fired, and the high-velocity shell impacted a few feet behind the dashing Kim. The explosion launched forward, barreling into the passageway. The girl shook off the impact and lay on the floor, panting. Her rest couldn’t last long though, as the Scorpion broke through the door and came to stop a few feet away from her feet. The barrel trained its way down, pointing directly at Kim. At such short range, there’d be no remains.
By a stroke of luck, the MBT didn’t fire. The hatch on top popped open and Forte poked her head out, clearly angered. She pounded her fist violently on the armor plating til her fist was sore.
“Why?! Why?! Why?!” she demanded. Kim then realized, remembering how the General ordered the tanks be stored with only enough gas to maneuver them around the armory and into the launch bay for loading onto a transport. The vehicle must’ve been out of gas. It was pure luck, as great as Milfeulle’s, that she wasn’t blasted to particulates. Kim hopped up onto the nose of the tank and grabbed the little Forte. Apart from a few bites and scratches, it went easy from then.
- - - - -
“That should be all of them,” said Gryphus in a sigh of relief. He dropped the gecko-sized reptile with still developing wings that was Phil on the floor. “Kiryu, you done with the recalibration?”
“Yes, master,” the mech replied through the small speaker and microphone he’d been attached to. “Alright, I’m ready. General, I suggest you and the ladies evacuate the area unless you wanna turn 110 yrs old instantaneously…”
“Understood.” Gryphus stepped back out of the throne room, out of range of the recalibrated Amefurashi. The doors closed and Kiryu activated the units. Once again, molecules were reformatted as the process was done in reverse. The General poked his head back into the room, and was greated by a horde of moaning soldiers and agents of the ESUN.
“Good job, Kiryu,” he said as he patted the mech on the back. Kiryu flexed his hands, making sure all functions were back to normal.
“It was no problem,” Kiryu replied. “As long as the Empress doesn’t find out…”
“Find out what?” Amelia demanded. She stood in the doorway, still holding her bag from her trip to the planet.
“Uhh…” Gry stammered. “That we… are… holding you a surprise feel better party!”
“But sir,” Kiryu whispered. “What about Ame-” He was cut short as the General elbowed him where his ribs would be. “Oh, right! The surprise party! Didn’t want you to find out about the surprise before you got back! We invited everyone to help you feel better!”
“For some reason, I get the feeling that you’re lying, but okay, wouldn’t want this all to go to waste.” Off in a corner, a young private turned on his jukebox, filling the throne room with music. The group became entangled in a sort of celebration.
“Kiryu… I thought you said you were unable to lie…” Gry commented.
“Well, sir, you gave me the ability to learn… It was about time I learnt how to lie…”
“True, but you’re still pretty bad at it. Oh, and if I ever find out you’ve lied to me, kiss your ass goodbye. You’ll be like Nomat, stuck with a stuffed animal as a body…”
“Understood, sir.”
[A/N: “Aka-chan” is Japanese for “baby”. I used it to imply about how everyone was transformed into a very young age.]
[2nd A/N: Amefurashi is named after the demon that goes by the same name in Japanese culture. The demon is said to take the form of a young child, and its name is used to metaphorically hint at what the device does.]
Okay hear me out, Isn't it kind of crazy how CN never thought about doing a Kids Next Door x Teen Titans OG crossover back in the 2000s? There's five members of Sector V, five titans, and they both have super cool HQs. I'm telling you guys, a TT and KND crossover would've been so epic!
Watched the live-action "Moana" today and felt nothing that special compared to the original 2016 film. In fact, I don't remember much from the first animated film, but I think they barely changed anything in the 2026 version
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but you must see my point....fiction can only stretch so far
I'd posted this back in 2016, over ten years ago!
