With the Emperor’s arrival at the party, the already heightened atmosphere with the Vampires and Outworlders had completely been overtaken by the oddly kind and soft aura of the Emperor Daresh. Slow in his speech and deliberate in how he moved, the Emperor showed no signs of hostility as he awaited for the return of his Royal Guards.
Though a High Elf like the many others. He didn’t hold contempt, nor did his eyes look high and mighty, it was respectful and warm. Often looking at you with a smile and an embrace than one of an official of extremely high rank and born from a lineage that goes as far back as entire histories of Kingdoms.
Soon, Knights came back and brought his throne to the room where he then sat. Even in his movement of sitting down, it was sedated and intentional. Anyone could see what he was to do next, and he held no qualms with the messy conversations some of his Generals, Elders, and Senators were having.
Then, a servant came with a plate full of food, one of which is a fruit with a soft skin that’s shaped like spikes and he gladly thanked him as he handed it to his son. “Ah, Sir Orelg. Please bring some of these to my Son. He very well loves this dish, thank you.” The servant bowed with a smile as he handed the odd looking fruit to the Prince and walked back to the buffet and got himself another plate this time full of meat.
People then soon started to line up in front of the throne and the Emperor got to answering their queries. He never butted in nor lifted a finger. He’d only silently listen whilst eating his dinner and after the person was done did he interdict his opinion on the matter. It didn’t matter what topic it was, be it agriculture, production, military tactics or even Academic Magic. He was able to respond to them in a calm and reasonable manner. Not once having to raise his voice as he ate some of the food he was given.
After it was all done, he then stood up and looked at the back where an odd group of fellows were. “Son, keep your distance and an open ear.” Walking towards them, he smiled at the General and the two Vampires. Looking at Bahamut, he tips his Crown at her and kneeled. Afterwards, he soon stood up and reached out his right hand, his left holding it up as Elizabeth and Alana both stood up and exchanged pleasantries with the Emperor.
He then faces Jackson and the two exchange a warm handshake and soon, ends up with Bahamut who checks his gloved hands first and then proceeds to take it and shake. “Thank you. But Goddess, may I be able to have a conversation with you? Of course, I am willing to give what you’d wish for if it may allow me for even ten minutes of your time.” Jackson then notices that Bahamut was eating and her mood would generally be happy at that time.
“No need for payment, just speak. I can sense a divinity close to that of when Gods make and create deep within you.”
“Very well. I am surprised you’ve exposed my lineage. I am the Elf that’s closest to the Great Elves of Alioloc. My Son, soon poised to surpass me.” The Emperor then proceeded to bow at a guest as he borrowed his chair and placed it in the empty space at their table.
It's completely opposite of Jacksons as he leaned forward, his elbows on top of his knees. “I shall be direct, so forgive my lack of elegance. But… Why Humans?” This made the Dragon stop midway her chew. “As even in Threa, the Dragons chose to convene with Humans. The fact of the matter, that in another world, in another dimension, with its own Gods and Cultures, Dragons still chose to be with Man. I’d like to personally ask. Why?” He then removes his gloves, showing his lanky hands.
“Why won’t you ask the Dragons of this world? I have to know that Man’s form is not the best, but it's not the worst. By all means, it's average at best. Average that we can mold our forms in.”
“King Augustus and Queen Catherine had both been swamped by designs of the Outer Gods. It pulled them apart from each other and the Flying Kingdom. I simply cannot hope to find small talk between the two last living Dragon Gods in the physical realm with how their relationship with each other is faring.”
“Eh? Oh well.” She then drops the fork and crosses her arms and legs. “You know what the Humans of Tur call me and the other Prehistory Dragons?” he immediately shrugs. “They call me Fantasy itself. Master, what do you think of my fight?” Jackson just looked at Alana then Elizabeth then lastly to Bahamut. “Uhhh… you mean in the Labyrinth of the Great Black Dragon?” she nods and he sighs and proceeds to look up. His eyes wandered a bit. “It was really just dodge, wait for that small window, go all out and then rinse and repeat. It was super simple and thanks to that, it helped the big guilds that were participating in the event to coordinate their attacks.”
She then rests her left elbow on the table and rests her chin on it. “And how was the fight overall, Master?” The Vampire man then smiles. “It was… truly magical. Fantastical even. Even though Bahamut looks like your typical four legged European Dragon but upsized to an insane degree and given impervious scale armor, it still is truly something out of a fairytale fighting her." She then turns to the Emperor.
“Can Elves say or think the same?” the Emperor just smiles and looks down on the floor. “Heh. I see that Outworlder Humans are truly the same as the ones in Threa.” After hearing such a confession, the Emperor slowly closed his eyes and smiled. “Though we would still admire you, it would be best to avoid fighting Gods. The Elves work for the Gods, we’d never fight one. What Lord Jackson had said there was a very Human nature that we Elves will never be able to understand.” Jackson then tilts his head and the Emperor immediately turns to him. “Including Deus Vrax. Though we don’t officially recognize him, we do recognize the authority of the Human Church to a degree as their savior did go to Alioloc..”
He then turns back to Bahamut with a warm smile. “Do you Dragons truly love Humanity this much?” He once again turns to Jackson. “General, do not look at me like I am a God amongst many. I am merely an Emperor. An Emperor who is aware of the world after the Calamity. I have a duty to not only look for survival but also the aftermath.”
“W-Wait, what do you mean by that, Emperor?” he then changes the direction his chair was facing to directly look at Jackson. “The world after it will be an Age of Human Civilization. Thanks to your arrival, we now know the full extent of Humanity’s strength. In a world without magic, they’d still create weapons beyond our imaginations and thus, I must prepare my Empire for such a world.” He then takes the Chalice and drinks from it once again.
“When the Calamity is long over, technology will no longer be hampered, forgotten, and burned through the fires of war. Nothing will stop those species smart enough to create and create. Invent, innovate, and it will increase its speed over the years.” The Elf then looked around the room, many of the people under him all leisurely enjoying their time. “While we Elves look upon the skies, Man looks upon itself. May it be for self satisfaction or self destruction. An Age of Man is what comes after the Calamity.”
“A world where… it's an Age of Humanity?” the Emperor nods and once again changes the direction of his chair to face Bahamut. “I am a young Emperor, I only came to power two hundred years ago. I’d like to change the Empire, bit by bit. One that knows how to work with the other Species, Humans most of all. Not only to look up, but also to what’s in front of it.”
Bahamut nods and smiles as she crosses her arms and continues to listen to the Emperor.
“Humans are something else. Their restraint of time made them become bolder and more violent in everything. Brash and quick in decision. They’d be willing to sacrifice great minds for a bit of an advantage in the Sciences and Magics. Something we Elves could take our time and bid it well to fully understand what we’re holding.” The Dragon then starts eating once again. “Emperor, we Dragons relate to Humans in a different way, it's not the time but the violence, thirst for power, and greed. Though our version goes far beyond that of what Man may be familiar with. It does go along the same line.”
She swallows her food and yawns. Stretching her arms. “We Dragons have this thing you call Civilized Savagery. We were the first to invent it and yet, the Humans when they came also invented something similar. You could say, we were already bonding when Man came to be. We found a species capable of at least understanding our innate desire for power.” Drinking water, she uses magic to refill her wine glass with it once again. “But as we grew old, we’ve been fighting since our birth, since Albion came to Tur. We needed someone, or something to rely on. I couldn’t accept it at first, but after meeting Master. I understood why we chose the Humans to rely on.”
Standing up, she places her chair next to the Vampire man. Her hand cupped his chiseled jaw. “Because they’ll do everything they can for those they love. Even going as far as to give up their Humanity, the very thing they’ll yield millions of their people to defend and protect. Can the Elves do that?” the Emperor smiles and shrugs. “What is an Elf if it cannot save itself and its ears? We are nothing but sand at that point.” The Dragon just smiles as she starts stroking Jacksons hair.
“That is why we relied on the Humans. Our forever friends, lovers, and companions. But with the caveat of a short, very short life. Something we Dragons had long forgotten about. Mortality.” she then returns to her original position. “Emperor, know this. We Dragons are still willing to cooperate. It's just that Humans are a bit extra special to us. That is all, really. Give us tribute, and we’ll return the favor rightly.”
Emperor Daresh then stands up and tips his head at her. “Thank you, Goddess. Thank you so much. My respect for you has only grown tenfold. I can truly say that Humanity of the Other World is in good hands with Dragons like you protecting them.” She laughs and giggles. “If only! We will see. As I am able to be like this now thanks to the disappearance of the Twelve Pillars that used to hold down my powers. Things might just go back to normal when we return to Tur.”
Jackson then reaches out his hands, patting both Alana and Elizabeth’s head. The two of them are just leaning in for more. “But I’ll be sure to treasure this experience. Maybe after all the hell I went through, this is the paradise that was supposed to come after that.”
All the while inside the crowd, Admiral Thydis was completely enamored by the conversation the group held. He then goes into the sleeves of his Toga and looks at the notepad he was given. The English, though unknown to him, seem to hold the weight of an entire city now.
He stands up and walks to the exit. Bowing first to the Emperor and then walking out. “Huh, what’s gotten to Trenthaus? That’s usual of him.” He stands up, looking at Herolg. “Did you and the Army annoy him again about his love of Dragons?” The Legion General shrugs as he stands rock solid. Unmoving and saluting. “No, your Emperor. It just seems like he had something on his mind today.”
This made the Emperor sigh. “This is very saddening. All of you taught me the things I know about the Military. Seeing you three fall apart from one another has been but torture. Please do try to reconcile with him. He still loves Forrus, as if he didn’t. He would’ve long left with his family.” Daresh then returned to his throne as everyone got back to what they were doing.
He’d occasionally lean to the sides to listen to his Son or some officer who had news to report. It was for every ten or twenty minutes did news come to him. Some even arrived in the form of a small bird.
Though the height of it all came when the Empress herself arrived back at the Palace. As she exited out of her coach, the pillars guarding the edges of the compound seemingly lit up as its polished domes and struts got a bright illumination from the presence of the female Elf.
Walking through the large halls of the Elven Palace. She soon arrives at the party’s main room where the Emperor just merely looked to the entrance where she came in without the need of a military band or an announcer as everyone knew who she was the moment the dazzling aura of the beautiful Elf came into view.
Jackson had no words to say, as even in his Vampiric form where he could control nearly all of his senses. He couldn’t help but feel the desire to drink as she stepped forth towards the main venue and sat on the throne next to the Emperor.
Unbeknownst to him, Bahamut was already walking forward towards the Throne where the Dragon then stopped a meter from the Empress.
The Elf’s beauty was ethereal in its form, wearing a glistening white gown, embroidered with gold and bronze, she wore little jewelry, letting her golden white hair do all of the showing as her pale white skin had a refracting aura from it. Immediately, the Empress looked to the Dragon, softly squinting her eyes at her.
“Goddess Bahamut. It is an honor to meet you. I believe you’ve traveled far haven’t you? You and your Human Master now turned Vampire?”
“What did it say?”
“Nothing you should worry about. The Great Tree had merely convened to me a special permission. Only given to you, one of the Foreign Gods that had stumbled upon this dimension.”
“Do not drag Master and his mortal soul into this.”
“Forrus is not like the God of the Dragons. We respect the lives of the mortals and as an immortal Elf. I have a solemn duty to uphold the lives of all the creatures that walks on this plane. I assure you of his safety.”
“I will play along with this for now… I know that I am outnumbered and outgunned. But I need more answers than vague stalking from the world far beyond this if you wish to make me move.” The Empress then seemingly had an odd smile to her, one even Bahamut couldn’t put a pin on. “I believe the University of Benber the Pilot will have something special for you. But for now, may we enjoy the festivities?”
With a slow and deliberate bow, the Empress then looked straight into the eyes of Bahamut, the golden iris and the spirals around it that seemed to show itself as her iris turned to the color purple and the red spirals started to form. “Goddess, please calm down. There is no need for such actions. The Gods will talk to you as you request. But at the time when they are prepared.” She then swiftly changes her attention to Jackson, who was even caught winded down by her stare.
With an immaculate visage, that of a touch of perfectness no Human will ever be able to reach, that celestial presence that overwhelmed even him and in his immortal form and her voice, soft and kindling, a hug of sublime that invades all your nerves. If he was still a mere Man, her presence would cause him distress from just how perfectly alien it is. "And you, General Jackson. The Man who faltered his Mortality for Immortality. How does it feel to finally not be weighed down by your short life?"
His eyes open wide, the red painted iris of the Vampires of Tur illuminating the sharpness of his steady stare that could track even the faintest things that move in the shadows far beyond his peripherals. "It feels odd. It's strange and weird. To think that tomorrow, I can just relax and not do anything as I have eons to spend is scary. I can stagnate all I want and still find time to improve."
"But now, you are given the gift of knowing and experiencing the lives of the immortal. In the end, though you fear death, you relish in the fact that you will have a death, don't you?"
Her words struck him like gospel from above, reading him like an open letter with glowing colors. He had nothing to say to the Elven Empress, merely a catch in his throat as he stumbles for the first time as a Vampire.
Regaining himself, he looked up right at her. Staring directly into her golden eyes that sparkle a tenuous beauty, the porcelain skin that holds no grime nor dirt and will never be sullied even by the planet. "I've seen people die for the most useless of reasons. My worth in life is made up of what I've done when I was alive. I relish in that, that my death will be remembered because of the actions I took." He looks at Bahamut and the two Vampires with him, showing them a grin and a nod shortly after. They all reciprocated with Elizabeth blowing him a kiss, Alana bowing her head respectfully and Bahamut making a thumbs up alongside a big wide smile. "Because if atleast one person remembers you lovingly so, after you've died. That means you have succeeded in life. I think the word relishing is a bit too… hard. More like, contentment if you will."
As he looks down, turning his attention away from her blinding form. The Empress caught wind of a tinge in his red eyes. "Your eyes speak of memories that show violence far beyond our peaceful society. You've been through much, have you?"
"I have. I honestly wish it was over quicker, but it now takes up a huge portion of my mind. But as a Human, it's just a monday. It’s only thanks to Bahamut that I started to forget and let go of the past. Alana and Carmilla then both helped me further to this point. I owe them a lot, as I would’ve been the same if it weren’t from them."
"Hm. Beautiful. A love that transcends even the species, nay, transcends mortality.” The Empress then turned to look at Alana who kept her head low, bowing as respectfully as she could and then she looked at Elizabeth, the Elf that gave a slight giggle to her which then turned into a small laugh. “You are what Elves are afraid of. A Man who no longer fears the chains of his mortal coil. You could rightly become a Great King and your people will flourish under you. General, do you know what forces from the great beyond look upon this planet with?"
"Having seen their forces firsthand. I guess it's with great jealousy? As the Demons look like they came from a very harsh world to justify bullet and anti tank missile proof plate armor on there Knights."
"Not jealousy, nay. But bewilderment. Bewilderment that such a planet, flourishing with love, kindness, peace, alongside war, corruption and lust could exist." She then turns to Bahamut who was aggressive in her stance, eyes squinted and arms crossed. "Goddess, think about it, will you? The King of Vitas has already sewn his evil roots to even the visions the Heroes receive. He has been preparing for decades and only with the arrival of the Outworlders was he forced to change and rethink most of his plans."
She then turned her head to the sides as she leaned into the left, looking at the Great Tree that sat at the center top of her throne. “The arrival of the Outworlders was an action far beyond all of us, whatever the Gods had thought up to bring such an army to this realm is far from me and the Mother Tree herself.”
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"And what assurance will you give?"
"I'm sure that you've smelled it. Saw it, and tasted it. The Great Plains beyond our borders, just before Gareth's great mountainous wall was once a place where Men and Elf died together in battle." She then stood up, grabbing the skirt of her glistening gown. Her visage, akin to an Angel in person. "Not as enemies... but as friends. Under Deus Vrax, Dragon, Dwarf, Elf, Human, and even Vampire and the horrendous mutants the King of Vitas had rolled out under one Standard.
The Standard of the Sword Cross the Holy See fruitfully uses in everything they have."
Her eyes then return to their normal Human-like form and golden color with her shoulders relaxing. “Be sure to hurry up. I know the Gods of this world are scrambling for whatever they could get to fight against their enemies even at this very moment. Do not waste a Dragon’s time.” turning around, the Elves of the venue all just stayed silent as the Prince then clapped his hand.
“Everyone! Let us continue to enjoy tonight on behalf of myself and of the entire family!”
The party went on for another four hours when it was soon finished with a fireworks show. The Dead Hand Party then returned to the UN Embassy where they all fell on their beds and fell asleep. Bahamut herself couldn’t imagine the day when even the two Vampire girls of the group could feel so human.
Upon their return, the rush to sleep was so fast that all of the three women shared a bath together whilst Jackson himself had anything but got into a deep slumber. Sleeping completely as the next day rolled and they all awakened late in the afternoon with Bahamut being the first to wake up out of all of them.
Jackson didn’t even completely stop sleeping. Even though he was now a Vampire, the ordeal was so tiring he constantly slept again and again while the Elizabeth just spent the rest of the day on the sofa, watching Korean Soap Operas while taking turns to nap around the clock and Alana, reading up as much Earthling Eastern Comics she could get her hands on from the Embassy staff and library mostly only took a nap from every now and then.
Bahamut on the other hand stayed in her Dragon form. Lazing about and finding enclosed spots in their room to sleep on. She’d randomly appear on top of cabinets or shelves, seemingly appearing in and out of high places trying to find the most perfect and suitable place for her. This was focused on the area where the inverter inside the room would perfectly engulf with its cold air.
Soon, Jackson rose from his slumber and donned his uniform. Walking out of the bed, he looks at everyone doing their own thing and after a bit of stretching and small talk, proceeds to walk out of their room and into the Embassy halls.
Wearing only a set of nearly see through laced lingeries, Elizabeth soon realizes something as she picks up the remote and pressed pause on it. “Wait a minute…” Alana then lowers her Manga about an Iseakai’d man who gets his own Harem in a labyrinth. “Hm? What is it, Your Majesty?” The blonde woman then turns to the door and tilts her head. “Where did our Lord go? It’s been an hour and a half already.”
Walking around the recreational area, the General was getting salutes left and right as an Elf in a labcoat and long sleeves nagged him.
“General, you should have experience with the T-100 Main Battle Tank, the one with the 152mm cannon.”
“Yes. And?”
“Is it true? It can go through a thousand millimeters of armor?”
“Cannot say as it's still relatively new and I am under NDA.”
“Oh, come on General. Everyone knows it. I just need the figures and some insights.”
“Doc, what you plan to do is a waste of time with how miniscule of a moment we have as of right now and the two week training program I had with it didn’t even put me in the briefing room long enough to know the penetration figures by heart… and-” Looking back at his memory, he is shocked that he could clearly remember every second of the training.
From the start to the end, he could even vividly see the whiteboard marker and the Russian and Chinese instructors teaching veteran tank commanders on the other Asian countries about the new tank.
“Actually… that’s surprising.” as he put his fingers up his chin, he rounded the corner, where he stumbled upon a lone door to a darkened room.
Only the screens of monitors giving light to the place. He first peeks in, seeing that it's a gaming room. “Doc… come to me later. This is more important.” The Elf just looked inside the room and was puzzled by the Vampire man's fixation on the soldiers still in their uniforms, though loosely, some not even wearing pants and had their legs up the gaming chairs were busy playing LAN parties together. “YOU STUPID N***** F*****! STOP WITH THE TOMAHAWKS ALREADY!” Hearing the familiar profanity, he walks in and notices that they were playing Call of Duty.
Going to the nearest player, he was on the map Firing Range. Wielding an AUG with Python. He was throwing concussion grenades in every intersection and with the Scavenger perk, was able to recoup bullets he was wasting on cornering shots.
Jackson’s eyes lit up and he started walking along the aisle where there were five rows of PCs, each having ten setups. He finds a place on the fourth row where he looks down on the Tower and notices it was a beefy one using an RTX 8090 with the latest Intel 10 motherboard. “W-Wow… is this from Zavalda’s chip industry?” the Corporal next to him nudges on the man. “C’mon hop on already, we need another player on-'' he then turns his head to notice the Five Stars on the man's shoulders and the golden oak leaves on his visor cap.
He instantly stood up and saluted. “SIR!” Jackson promptly pulled him down and raised his index finger to his mouth. “Shush. Now teach me how to join your LAN game.” he nods and the General soon opens the computer, the boot up sequence showing a single profile on the PC named “OedipusComplexUser”.
Jackson just facepalms and clicks it where he was then given a wallpaper of a UN Squad on top of hill where the soil was stricken with dead Demons and the flag of the Tur United Nations, depicting the three main continents flying high as a formation of F-15EX Eagle Fighter Jets flew above them with contrails on there wingtips.
The Corporal then points to a Steam desktop icon and he couldn’t believe his eyes. “Wha- how?!” The soldier then removes his headset and leans into his sharp vampiric ears. “It’s actually meant to be connected via an internet extension, sir. But when the Teleportation Incident occurred, the entire Steam Library meant for recreation got ported into the PC setups here.”
“Jesus, then this must be one of the most important contributions we’ve brought to this world. Alright.” The General then removes his visor cap and takes the headset. Putting it on, he opens Steam and goes into the library and his eyes could water.
Games from the original Modern Warfare Four to Red Alert Two and Three, Dark Souls Series and Company of Heroes were all there. He moves the cursor over to Black Ops and presses play. A sniff was then heard as it started. “I goddam hate how this is still in full price even after thirty plus years in the Steam Store.” he then goes to the LAN and immediately connects to their lobby.
Instantly, he was met with an odd silence as people just quietly voted for Nuketown next. “Oh crap! I hadn’t set up my Clas-” the match then starts and he was left with what the previous player had made. The first one being called “Soldyaboy” which was a Commando Assault rifle with a Semtex, Sleight of Hand, Scavenger, and Ninja Pro. Popping in, he looks down on the keyboard and the old 360 Xbox controller replica and goes for the controller instead.
Picking it up, he looks to the screen and he has been killed crossmap by a Tomahawk thrown by a player with Chinese characters on it. He then looks at the Corporal who was on his team. He then turns to his right and sees it's also a teammate.
He then nudges the Sergeant who bowed and saluted. “Y-Yes sir?” he then points at the Leaderboard and the Chinese character on it. “Can you read this?” he nods. “It says Do Not Sell Nudes or Does Not Sell Nudes, sir.” he facepalms and marches onwards into the middle of the map.
In one of the garage entrances, he pops the Claymore down and throws a Semtex on the alley to the backyard, damaging someone whilst another player runs into his Claymore, giving him a kill.
Jackson’s eyes lit up like a child with a big wide smile on his face. As if this was something historic that he is reliving once again. Though his ears couldn’t be anymore bored. The Microphones were all silent as no one dared to speak on their match. “Corporal, say something.” the soldier nods and glups down his saliva. “U-Uhm… Contact at the East side, one combatant-” Jackson then leans forward and onto his face. “I don’t need you to play soldier, boy. Are you a Vet?” the player shrugs. “Yeah, the only deployment you have is in a Fantasy World where everyone is hot and fit. So stop with the Arma-like callouts and play this game like how you would back in Two thousand ten.”
One of the players on the enemy team then leaves and another takes his place. Immediately, he starts speaking on the Mic as the match ends. “Ey yo, what you morons up to today?” no one responded to him, making him stand up and look around why the room was so deathly silent. He shrugs not noticing the General and pops the headset back onto his head. “You guys saw that hot Elven chick at Ninth Yulre street? The one selling the cakes. Damn I wanna hit that.”
With no one daring to respond, he once again looks up. The dark room was eerily robotic that day and he once again plops back down. This time, fetching a sniper rifle. The WA2000 on hand. He sees a player named “VespucciOfCoochie” and quickscopes him. “HAH! Elf Coochie my ass! You are probably a sweet lord who has never even touched a woman with a name like that!”
The soldiers playing around him proceeded to look at the man with a stare as if he just signed their contracts with the Grim Reaper. “H-huh? What?” a talk icon then appeared from VespucciOfCoochie and everyone held their souls.
“The fuck you say you me you little shit? Just to inform you, I FUCK. I fuck three super hot babes, two long black hairs, and one long blonde with insanely sexy bodies. Thin, curvy but loaded and beautiful. I probably get more premium coochie than a sorry ass like you would ever get.” Hearing the angry and albeit offensive tone of the player, he just smiles and relaxes his back onto the gaming chair. “Yeah, in your imagination right?”
Jackson who just tilts his head and smiles leans forward onto the screen. His elbows on the edge of the table as he picked another loadout with the G11 and Tomahawk. “Say that again you motherfucker. You probably wouldn’t BELIEVE the NIRVANA I experience every week when all three of them go down on me.” Laughter was all he responded with as the General gets quickscoped by the WA2000 once again. “YOU… GRRRRRR…”
“Yeah? Three women? Sure bro. You sound like you can’t even bag a hag.” The Corporal and Sergeant’s eyes just widen as they turn to the General seated in between them. “GRRRRR… Son of-” he then calms down and breathes in and out. “I… I bang chicks. Heck, I fuck so much that when one wants me all for herself, the other two are left go to kiss and finger each others holes. Unlike you, the hole… the only hole you can penetrate is the dipshit anus you call your vagina you fucken tranny.”
The two lowly soldiers then just lean back on their gaming chairs as the two go back and forth the entire match. It soon ends and someone comes into the door. A female Elf in an office attire, dangling on her chest was the ID for UN Staff members. “General Jackson, General Jackson.” he raises his hand and stands up. Looking at the people around him, he starts pointing his fingers at them. “Water? Food? Anything?” The Corporal then lowers his headset and head. “U-Uhm, water sir.” He then looks at the Sergeant. “You?” He then smiles and lifts his finger. “Food sir.” Jackson then turns to the row behind him.
He soon asked for everyone’s request and handed it over to the Embassy staff who was left confused with the order. “Eh? Eh? Eh? But General, there’s someon-'' before she could finish, the door closes and Jackson goes back into the gaming chair.
This time, he removes his pants. Leaving only his striped shorts as he hung it on the back of the chair. Breathing in and out again, he rests his back on the gaming chair.
The lobby was lively and active, with chatter going left and right.
“Hey fucktard, I know the Elven chick you are looking for. Believe me, you won’t be bagging anything near that. The best I recommend to you, Specialist, is an Ogre chick from the villages down in the combat zone of Schon. AHAHAHAH!”
“What?! Fuck sir, can’t I don maybe there traditional Toga or some shit?”
“Dude, your IQ is lower than the temperature outside. You're better off jacking to pictures of anime tits.”
“Yo yo yo, the fuck is going on here?”
“Get this General. Specialist Chen here has been trying to bag Elven girls. But everyone can sniff his uncultured swine ass from a mile away even in his Elven avatar.”
“General? Is that you VespucciOfCoochie?”
“Damn right that’s me. You better take that shit back or I will send you to the latrine for eternal duty.”
“Really? A General?” he scoffs as he waters his lips with his tongue. “What? You a one star or two star General? Just so you know, if you wanna be called General. At least be like Sergeant Xi. He damn knows how the army runs from in and out.”
“Ehhhh…? And where do I not be able to bang anything come into play here?”
“Dude, you sound like a prick, like those Elven pricks who think they're so high and mighty.”
“Can you two dudes chill out and vote for fucking Summit already?”
“Ey yo, don’t butt in here. This is my fight.”
“General Coochie, just go and vote already. You wasting our time bro.”
“Oh I will fucking gut you so hard.”
Upon the start of the match, a Frag grenade was thrown crossmap and instantly killed Jackson. The player who had done it had the same MegaRacerst name tag. “Oh you motherfucker. I will facefuck you harder than I do the Vampires you son of a bitch!”
“The only thing you facefuck is my grenades retard. AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!” The soldiers around him then laugh and the General only had to swing his stare at their direction for them to stop and look forward once again. “Specialist, I will show your stupid cunt primitive low IQ brain what an MLG Four Twenty Era player can do.”
Jackson soon leans forward and starts racking up kills. Going up to twelve while MegaRacerst has gotten seventeen. The General only leaned more and more forward, his face almost planted on the screen as he focused more and more.
Soon, he starts seeing things slowly in control. As if he could turn it on and off this prompted a sparkle in his eyes. With a smirk to his face, he then picks the loadout with a Dragonov. “Let’s see if your Elven avatars can keep up to a Vampire Lord’s speed.” Soon after, his K/D absolutely shoots up. Getting a UAV Recon Killstreak and then a Care package which he promptly throws under an open place.
As the enemy team runs to steal it, he uses the opportunity to start quickscoping them. Even going 180s and 360s on them for the show in the killcam and when it was cleared, takes the Care Package which gave him a Sentry gun.
On the leaderboards, he has twenty kills and three deaths. MegaRacerst immediately starts talking as the match is nearing its end. “Yo bro, you already can’t get coochie so now you're cheating. C’mon bro. I know we’re all Elves here. But at least try not to use Magic to buff yourself with some increase in Dex.”
“What? I haven’t used any Magic. Anyone in this lobby with Magic Detection and very well prove your lie.” The Specialist then removes his dress jacket and cap. Performing magic on the floor and getting nothing. “Tsk. You motherfucker. Just what cheating bullshit are you doing? Come on bro. You must be some virgin incel craplord unable to get sex so now you cheat in a LAN Multiplayer to feel something.”
Jackson then stands up from his gaming chair and looks around. Seeing that everyone was speaking and the sentence had ended, he couldn’t pinpoint where it was coming from even with his improved hearing.
He then picks up the Mic and breathes in. “Just so you know, Cunt Specialist, I bang women… Well maybe not women as in Human but they sure as shit are as hot as the hottest chick on Earth. Stand the fuck up right now and face me dipshit.” The Specialist then stands up and his eyes dim on the sight of an actual General who had leaned just enough to look over his monitor, the Five stars on his shoulders twinkling as the screen flashes gunfire and flashbags. He immediately salutes while Jackson just replies with two middle fingers. “FUCK YOUUU…! Hop your ass back into the match and we’ll call quits on three wins by the side.”
Sitting back down, Jackson and his row gave it their all. But the Elves on the enemy team had started to use magic to buff their stats, giving them an edge over the overpowered Vampire Lord player on the enemy team.
It then ended with Jackson’s team losing, as most of his teammates were not using magic, ending with a 3-1. “FUCK! I give up.” Food soon arrived and it was handed out to the soldiers in the gaming room. After a quick meal, the General looks at his team and nods. “You guys wanna play Zombies?”
They all nodded back in return. The Sergeant going into Zombies and since the Black Ops they have had all of the DLCs. He scrolls past all of them. “Which one sir?”
“Damn! I never managed to buy the DLCs since I was still way too young to have a Credit Card at that time. I wanna try that one where the producer or something goes after you and a lighthouse of sorts on the map." The Sergeant then clicks Call of the Dead and everyone in their row goes back into action.
Outside the R&R room, the Elven Embassy staff leads Elizabeth, Alana, and Bahamut into its inner sanctum. The players did not recognize them but were absolutely gobsmacked by their combined beauty as they were then pointed to the mid rows. “The General is in there. On the left, fourth row.” The Dragon then sniffs the air. “Hm? Did Master turn back into Human? I can clearly smell him now.”
The two Vampires did the same and they nodded at her. “Indeed. It seems My Lord had turned back to a Human. This may be a problem. Everyone.” They then sank into the shadows, disappearing completely and leaving a spooked player as she didn’t even detect them as they disappeared from mere sight.
“I GOT A RAY GUN YOU SLUTS! FUCKING LEZZZGOOO!” The other soldiers in his row started making noise. “HOOH HOOH HOOH!” The Corporal then looks at the Round Number and there are already wave twenty while Avenged Sevenfold Not Ready To Die started playing. “EY YO, THIS BUSSIN’!” The Sergeant makes a thumbs up as the Easter Egg music starts playing and they even get more into the mood.
“YEAHHH YOU DIRTY WHORES! COME AT ME! I’LL FUCK YOU ONE BY ONE!” Jackson was going ham with the Ray Gun alongside his teammates as they destroyed the huge line of zombies phasing in and out of one another. “YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! COME AT ME YOU HOE ASS MOTHERFUCKERS! LINE UP AND I’LL BE BITCH SLAPPING YOUR ASSES! RAY GUN BABYYY!”
Behind him, Elizabeth, Alana and Bahamut were both standing there silently observing him aggressively tapping on the controller and he focused solely on the screen like his life defended on it. With a bit of a lip and squinted eyes, he wasn’t budging anytime soon from his throne. The Queen tilted her head and rested it on her right hand. “My, if he was more like that in bed, I feel like I wouldn’t last as long.” while the two were left wondering what to do.
Everyone was so fixated on their screens that no one was even looking at their beautiful faces and bodies. It was as if the odd machines in front of them were able to grab every fiber of their being that even their primal instincts were dulled to the point of no longer working. “Is this some mental torture pleasure of sorts for Humans? Bahamut, care to explain?” The Dragon just shrugs as she taps his shoulder. “Talk to me later. I’ll be dealing with military affairs after two more maps.” he then points at the map while calling the Corporal’s attention. “Throw Monkey! Throw Monkey!”
“Though… is what you said true though sir? That you regularly have sex with three women?”
“Yup. As true as the morning sky.”
“Dang. Niiicceee…”
“It’s nice till you realize they're not human, thus meaning they have far more drive than you do. Its fun till your body starts giving out right before your eyes… Such is life. You can’t have your cake and eat it whole. There’s always a caveat to it.”
Behind him, Elizabeth and Alana both looked at one another. “Countess, shall I just pinch his ear?” Bahamut then swipes the two aside. “Let me handle this, Bloodsuckers.” The Dragon then opens her palm and the Mana in the room starts going inwards towards her and to everyone’s shock. Something appears right under their vision.
It was Bahamut’s Boss Bar and it had the crimson red color of her first Break Bar right on everyone’s vision. The two Vampires quickly disappeared as the players sprang into action, as if their worst nightmare just awakened. Almost all of the Elven players wielded bows and shortswords. Instantly doing damage to Bahamut with a combination of slashes and magic on their free hands while dedicated mages ran to the corner of the room. “SHE’S HERE! SHE’S HEERRRREEE!”
Jackson, who had forgotten that Bahamut was on his side, was taking cover behind a pile of gaming chairs as the smoke from the attack billowed out and coming out of it was the Dragon. Putting her hand on her hip nonchalantly. “Master, let’s go already.” he just nodded as he was brought to the hallway. The same Elven Embassy Staff right there holding a folder in her hands.
“Please do follow me. General Thydis has been waiting for almost an hour now.” he tilts his head at the information told to him. “General? Don’t you mean Admiral?” He then looks back to his party members and made a thumbs up as if it all fell into place perfectly.
Alana and Elizabeth just crossed both their arms and shrugged their heads while Bahamut in her pencil skirt and modern work blouse lifted both her hands and imitated him. Putting up two thumbs up.
The Embassy Staff though held hand up to her mouth and gently bowed. “Ah! I apologize, General. I am not really versed in Military ranks but he said he is a General of sorts in the front desk.” he just shrugs as he was brought to the main lobby of the Embassy where metal detectors and military police were stationed on all corners and waiting on the Guest chairs was an Elf with graying hair.
He wore a blue and gold tunic, with a bandolier that has the colors of the Empire and the wings of the Rocs adorning every button and military style lace on his uniform. With tall cavalry boots, he stands up and reaches out his hand. “General Jackson, I am very well pleased to be acquainted with you again.”
“I am more surprised that you could take some time off your busy schedule to convene with us, Admiral.” The two then sat down on the lobby chair. Everyone going back to their tasks to leave the two be. “Well, I must talk to the Goddess immediately, if I may.” Jackson just opens his palm and lets the Elf walk to Bahamut.
“Goddess Bahamut, may I ask. How do I join your Religion properly?”
The Embassy Staff then turns to look at the General who was dumbfounded by the public announcement of the Admiral. “Oh, that slipped. Oops. But since you are all foreigners, please do keep this to yourselves. My excitement got the better of me. Gods to us Elves are something as infalliable as the Mother Tree herself.”
No one replied and the Military Police just kept their poker faces on as Bahamut started to rub her chin. “Well, Long ear. I need tributes. Anything shiny in your family?” Jackson then stands up and butts in between the two. “No, no, no. I apologize, Admiral. But it's really simple. If you can, make an Icon of Bahamut. A statue even if you can and put a bowl in front of it. Ceramic. If you have anything rare that’s shiny, just offer it. A Dragon’s greed is something very uhhh… sporadic to say the least.”
Nodding, the Admiral then flicks his finger, making a scroll appear as it self writes the stuff he has to do. “Hmmmm… I may need to converse with some friends in the Artisan Guilds and find a way to talk to someone in the Sculpting Guild without alerting the Curiate Assembly. Very well.” The scroll then disappears and he then turns to the party.
“May I invite you all to my Mansion? I’d like to talk more about this little thing I am planning to do.”
“Hm? Why? Isn’t this the best place to do it since it's on neutral soil?”
“Not exactly, General. But I also have a family to tend to and they must be aware of what I am about to do.” Scratching his head, Jackson removes his cap and looks at the High Elf straight in the eyes. “Exactly why are you doing this then if you have so much at stake? Are Dragons worth it all of this trouble?” Thydis then giggles and then proceeds to look at the skies outside the vertical windows of the lobby. “I’ve always loved flying. Forrus, as loving as she is, and magnificent are the birds she has made. I’d like to pray to a God that's still with us truly. Living and amongst us. Her being a Dragon is merely a bonus.”
Jackson nods but doesn’t turn away. Instead staring at the Admirals eyes and is quickly impressed by just how ready he was for it all. “You are aware though that praying to a Dragon of Tur is very different compared to a normal one from here. They are way more active to their followers.”
Thydis just smiles. “That is exactly what I’ve been wishing for.”