Bahamut in a state of panic, tries to pull out the arrow unknowingly, hurting the stricken dark knight who could only wail at the immense pain. Not having any other options she transforms from her little form to her human one.
“Wha- you can turn to a human…?!” Paul’s face was a mixture of shock and arousal at the Dragon God’s godly human form. Looking at her up and down as she prepares to pull out the tip, he sees that she was in one of her final forms, her dark gown mixed with plates of ancient armor. Her hair was immensely long and even with her dark veil attached to her black crown, he could see her straight bangs and shiny golden coloured irises. She was built like a Goddess Paul thought, with a face and body made to be praised and adorned by mortals like him. Slim and stacked.
She sees that he was absolutely captivated by her looks and uses the opportunity to pull the arrow tip out. The man wails but she pulled with it such speed that the pain was now transferred to the open wound. He dematerialized his Sinister looking Knight armor, now in his general uniform with a large vertical wound located at his left lumbar. He held his stomach to stop the bleeding while Bahamut immediately stood up, opening her wings and flying to the burning wreckage of the C-130J Super Hercules.
To her dismay, not even the fuselage was safe from the fire. She goes down and walks into it as the Aviation fuel starts spreading the fire into the forest. The first aid kits inside were all burned to crisp and she encountered the corpse of the Co Pilot that was slowly disappearing, turning into a plume of Divine sparkles. Walking back out, with a single swift of her hand the fire stops spreading. She then clasps her hand, bringing the fire back to the aircraft. Realizing the carriage should have one, the beautiful woman takes off once again. Scanning for the parachutes.
Within the next few minutes she encounters it. Quickly rummaging through the lackluster of items for Vampire and Dragon care she finds it. A large red first aid kit which she brings back to the bleeding general.
“Calm down Master, I’ll quickly patch you up.”
“U-ugh, I-i never knew I’ve-- been adventuring…” he pukes blood as he releases his grip from the wound. “Wi-with such a beautiful-- lady.”
“Stop talking, it’ll only make it worse. Human bodies tend to be very fragile.”
Her soft motherly voice calms him down as he’s stitched up. She then pours the Health Bottle inside the kit into the wound and bandage. Cleaning it instantly and slowly mending it.
“Seems that this is some high level divinity.”
“Yea… though the pain has mostly subsided. Y’know, would it kill Elizabeth to play submissive for once…? She’s so rough. Ugh. I think some sort of curse is in this, I tried using Mana to heal myself but it only made it worse.”
“Seeing how you're already going back to your snarky self, I guess this does it. Later, I shall investigate this further, but for now, we must move.”
“Yep, though it might take a while before I can fully work. She did a number on me…” He catches his breath, still having a hard time calming down. “This is a high level divine curse, meant for those aligned to the Underworld. As a Dark Knight, that spell is twice as bad for me… it’ll slowly consume me till I die. Unless I get killed now.”
“As if I’ll allow that.”
“No, no. I didn’t mean mercy kill, remember, as an Outworlder, I’m blessed to return. Find a Church and let me pass. I should come out all perfect and dandy… if this isn’t gonna stay with me… since it’s a curse… might need to die multiple times…”
He then sees her face turn to dread, realizing she’ll have to see him pass that many times. Not wanting to put her through something as traumatic as that, he instead chooses to try his best to survive.
“But, we’ll leave that as a last resort. For now, help me up. I-I wanna get out of this forest.”
Materializing his jet black demon horse, she takes the reins. Having to relearn how to control a horse as they went to the carriage. Quickly getting the hang of it, they reached it in no time, and now moves the wounded General to the back where he lays at the bed. She then navigates it through the forest, using her nose to catch the scent of hunting dogs that have been previously in the area. After some time, they reached a muddy dirt road where skeletons are buried underneath it. Some of the skulls and arms were protruding from the soil, as headed North, to the Vampire Kingdom.
It was afternoon that they reached a town full of subhuman species. Lizardfolk were also present bonding with Orcs and Ogres. The place smelled not only of feces but also of blood and death. There was a strange brotherhood between the people of the town though, and the wild Dark Elves with their gray skin there were already headed out just as they arrived. Bahamut’s human form looked out of place, not only was she extremely attractive, but her smell and pale skin was that of an Angels. Catching the attention of some of the people.
Looking around, there was nothing that provided medical aid. Only rundown shops selling all sorts of nicknacks and the town bar where even from outside, one could see the dangerous people that’s inside. A half man and pig comes out in a mixture of leather and iron armor, immediately seeing Bahamut and her worried eyes. Since people were just walking as they pleased, she couldn’t just make the carriage go. He then approached her in earshot.
“גְבִירתִי? Tu loqueris Zargord?
She wasn’t understanding anything. Choosing to politely bow and continue leading the carriage. But the man was persistent, knowing that something was wrong with her. So he instead blocks their path. Forcing her to stop.
“Beast, hath been warned. Move.”
“Dragonian! Yes! I speak that!”
“Huh?”
“You seem like you need help. I was formerly living in Geraldia, so I know the Common language. Not many here know that though, as many of the subhuman races have been damned here by the Kingdoms.”
“Uh huh.”
“Oh, where are my manners. My name is Zergel Von Hornheim of the Cursed Race, Sus Scrofa.”
"Bahamut.”
Another person comes up, this time a lizard folk with an alligator-like head and green armored scales hiding beneath his chainmail outfit.
“Quod suus ' forsit cum pulchritudo?”
“Τίποτε. Illa iustus perit.”
“Ah, purus. Ego esse in meus modo. Vides postea in Carcerem. Ειρήνη”
Bahamut listened to the two intently, trying to figure out the meaning of the words. Only knowing Dragonian from a translation book she found while waiting for the awakening of her Master way back.
“Sir Zergel, can one move aside? I must be on my way.”
“Oh, I was just telling my friend that there’s no need to be alarmed.”
He invites himself in, getting into the driver seat. The small pig man leads them to the outskirts of town where he then exits, bringing out a fresh roll of bandage.
“I recommend you don’t go into town looking for help. This isn’t Geraldia or Dragovh where towns have Apocathery’s or Holy See Hospes. Only the Kingdom of the Vampires and the Demons has such things. We all could smell his scent, the human and not everyone here has a good opinion of them.”
“But I also require directions.”
“I can help with that. Later tell me where, but before I guide you anywhere. You gotta promise me one thing lady.”
“Speak.”
“I want to go back to Geraldia. The human with you smelled of good perfume, only few could afford such things. That must mean there’s something important happening.”
“Thou ars. But I must refrain from saying much.”
“Fine by me, but I wanna go back. This place, I hate it.”
“Hmmm…”
She thinks about it deeply and chooses to ask more questions.
“Aren’t you alarmed that I’m a human with fangs in a dark gown and with a tiara symbolizing the Dragons?”
“As I said, none of my business. I just wanna go back to Geraldia.”
A voice from behind the carriage then comes.
“I can… contact… for a plane. I can do that… just take us to the Vampire Kingdom…”
“I’ll do that human. But what assurance can I get that you’ll take me there?”
He throws his cap of Eldwood. Showing the pigman that he’s a high ranking General.
“Ohh…”
“Hath thou gotten the gravity of the situation?”
After doing some further thinking, his face turns, full of resolve.
“I’ll do it.”
“Bahamut, take good care of him. I can’t help…”
He rolls the bandage to the back, seeing the wound was worsening. His medals shine as the afternoon Sun peaks above them, his eyes just looking sad from how futile his situation is. They carry on till midnight where they decide to stop in the forest. Paul exits the carriage, holding his wound and shaking hands with the pigman.
“Dang, are you like? 4’5?”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
He sits around the campfire being made. Chilling a bit from the cold night.
“Winter. It will come soon, so you better reach Rose before it comes. Wounded fella’s like you won’t last.”
“I know.”
WIth a flick of her finger, a spark is created and the campfire burns.
“About the food, don’t worry. The Midland of Schon is known for its wild Boars and Pigs.”
“Isn’t that like… Cannibalism for you?”
“No. Not like me, they’re not as sentient as I am. Rules of Nature states I have the right. And they contain enough protein to make an adventurer last for weeks.”
“Is that so? Bahamut, can you sense some?”
She looks up, showing her sharp jawline and nose. After sniffing the air, she confirms there’s some on the East.
“Impressive Missus Bahamut. The two of you can stay here, I’ll fetch it for you.”
“Strange, I thought this place would have more dangerous critters going around.”
“Oh there is. Mostly near the shores. Inside though. The various cursed races have exterminated a majority of them.”
“Huh. One of my friends had scouted this place and encountered an endless stream of Hellspawns in the North.”
“Ah, that must mean the Demon Kingdom is near. Only they could make those beasts appear in numbers.”
“What? So you mean… we were being watched from the beginning?”
“Don’t know much about your kind. Strange clothing and strange words but one thing is for sure, you didn’t come from this world.”
“Yea, if you haven’t figured it out.”
The pigman stands up, going in the direction of where Bahamut’s scent was. “Look, we don’t get a lot of news here, Mail can take months to reach those who we want too, unless the Courier dies on the way. So, I am very ill informed about the current happenings, heck, I won’t even know if the Demonic Hordes of Vitas are rolling through the continents once again till they’re right up my face.” He slowly disappears through the dead of night with only a small torch to guide him. The Dragon God sits next to Paul. Putting her head on his shoulder and crossing her arms with his right arm.
“Wha-what is it?”
“You’ve been staring at my body since the beginning, Master.”
“Ah…” he scratches the tip of his nose. Caught red handed. “I wasn’t even looking directly at her, well this is scary.”
“My human body is pretty good for human standards right?”
“N-no… yes. It's actually even above that. It's as if it's that of a Goddess…”
“This is why I love being around you, Master. You are very easy to read.”
“Well, with such a pretty face like that. It's… kinda amazing how your body is built… petite yet well rounded and uhhh… yea…”
He looks at her golden coloured eyes with pupils of a Lizard, taking his attention. Seeing his stare, Bahamut couldn’t help but blush.
“O-oh, I apologize. I’m still in shock from both getting arrowed and seeing you like this.”
“N-no. It’s fine. You're my Master anyways, look as much as you want.”
“Yea, I guess so. Heh heh.”
After a brief few seconds of silence with even Paul blushing a bit but faces the other way to hide it. Embarrassed at his current show of emotion.
“You know Master, I remember that one time we were in the Tall Trees Region of the Dark Continent. It was just like this but you could hear the beasts of the land wailing and screaming. You were absolutely afraid that you slept in your armor.”
“Well…” he scratches his head, remembering that he actually logged off from being so afraid of the noises.
“Humph.” She stares at him as he replays the memory in his head. Giving him a warm smile. With her heart beating fast, she slowly moves her lips to his cheek as the General realizes that to her, when he logs off, it's basically the same as going to sleep. As her lips were about to kiss his cheek, not caring that her red lipstick would leave a mark, Zergel accidentally stepped on a branch. Alerting the two. On his right hand, a fresh corpse of a pig.
“Uhhhh… should I give you two some space? As someone who was once married, I get it that you both love one another…”
Bahamut stands up, her towering height looms over the poor pigman. Grabbing the captured pig and throwing it near the firepit.
A thousand and a half miles away, a UN soldier leaves the Humvee parked outside Alana’s estate. Running inside and barging in the dining room where she and Elizabeth were having a dine.
“Countess Alana! Queen Elizabeth!”
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The two vampires looked at one another first till looking back at the tired soldier.
“Well? Speak mortal!” Elizabeth’s voice was commanding and demeaning, prompting the man to stand straight up and salute.
“The airport that was supposed to take in the Super Hercules General Paul was…” the two women grasp their utensils, crushing it paper thin. “Labeled as missing. Search parties-” the Queen immediately stood up, going downstairs while Alana on the other hand looked at her right.
“Ezekiel!”
The old butler she had appears out of thin air, bowing.
“Yes Lady Minuit. How may I help you?”
“Call the Regional Knight Commander and have him prepare a search party. Ready my war horse.”
“Of course.”
The Queen on the other hand opens the door of the Humvee, grabbing the long range radio mic. The soldiers guarding the perimeter run to her, trying to take the mic away. But even with three men, they weren’t moving her.
“This is Queen Elizabeth Marie Bartley. I request for your best men to come under me, I shall assure you my kins alliance to your side.”
After a brief silence, a reply comes.
“Colonel Boorne here, I’ve already gotten a search party together. I’ll attach you to them.”
“Good.”
She then turns around, looking down on the dazed soldiers, in awe of her beauty as she forgot to put her mask on.
“Take me to your airport.”
Just like that, the two disappear into the night.
Back at their campfire, Paul was sleeping tightly. Remembering some old memories of him in board meetings and shaking hands with employees, when he woke up it was still night but the intense freezing cold alerted his body. He looked around and could see light snow was falling. He gently lays Bahamut’s head on the ground as she sleeps on his shoulder. With a mighty need to continue his rest, he walks into the carriage, closing the gate and lighting a small fire inside it. The next morning, the two woke up, shocked that they’re covered in snow. The Dragon lady on the other hand immediately starts looking for her Master, removing the blanket that was on her, which she later finds him sleeping neatly inside the carriage. His player tab is opened and only a chat is left. With a Thread on the chat pinned.
MustardLovingBarrel: So, you’re in the Demon Continent? Do you exactly know where?
PilotMan: Nope. And I’m wounded badly. It hurts like Hell. I want to cry but I can’t, I have to look strong.
MustardLovingBarrel: Alright, everyone here is scattering to send every aircraft we can to search out of the continent. But it’ll take a while, seeing how big the middle regions are and how tied up we are with the current situation of the invading forces.
PilotMan: It's fine. Just prepare a team of Healers. I’ll be arriving at the Vampire Kingdom soon. Pig Dude here says it's a thousand or so kilometers away.
MustardLovingBarrel: Alright. That’s still a pretty big search circle and I don’t think King Harold would allow us to deploy so many aircrafts near his borders.
KrankenWagen: yo just woke up, wazzup homies.
MustardLovingBarrel: Escobar, wake the fuck up and scramble every Opsrey you can. Paul’s wounded, bleeding and in need of help.
KrankenWagen: OH FUCK. @BleedingHearts
BleedingHearts: I know, I’m with Elmer @blackjackpecker heading to the continent right now with some allied ships.
blackjackpecker: Yea, you chose the right time to get lost bro. Headed there right now with some helicopter carriers. The other Guilds said they’re all willing to go and help.
PilotMan: Owe you guys big time.
MustardLovingBarrel: No worries mate. We all got your back.
No replies were sent after this, making Bahamut imagine they’re scrambling everything they got. Thousands of miles away, General James, who is in command of Eldwood’s Expeditionary Forces gets the news of what happened.
“Damnit, I can’t help. I got all my hands tied!”
He goes through the clean alleyway and into a large street made out of Marble and Stone. He’s inside a giant walled city adorned by Gold and White with a large river dividing it in the middle. Inside the Humvee, equipped with Ultra Long Range radios, he taps into the main comms.
“What’s the situation with General Paul?”
“It’s bad sir. We don’t have a total clue on where he is currently. But he did say he should be within a thousand kilometers to the Kingdom of Rose.”
“Okay, keep me updated. Report to the Guild of Straya that we have a pinpoint on the Slavery. It led us to the Theocracy of the Holy See. The Noble’s here have some skeletons in their closets.”
“Roger sir.”
He gets on the Humvee, removing his cap and revealing his blonde hair and green eyes.
“Take me to the Citadel. I now know those Bishops have info we need. Seems like the rats of the Demon races will truly do anything for cash.”
“Yes sir.”
Driving through the busy streets, weaving through the slow carriages, a MaxxPro MRAP comes barreling through a small alleyway flying the flag of Australia and their Guild Logo of a Kangaroo with Boxing Gloves, its towing two M1102 with a Road Train sign attached to its tailgate. Angered by their brazen action, James comes into the radio.
“HEY YOU MORONS! WATCH IT!”
“Ya sook! Get out of the way or get crushed!”
“Keep it slow! Can’t you see the Horses here?! If you spook them you're gonna end up causing a large mess!”
“Aye mate. Don’t worry, horses ain’t nothing against our Roo bar.”
“Just keep it slow. Jesus Christ, we’re already hated enough by the natives.”
The Aussie MRAP slowly disappears as it hurriedly goes to the Residential district and to the streets of the Nobles. Arriving at a Square with a large Obelisk and a Citadel with Crosses made out of golden Swords. Coming to its front door, he removes his Patrol cap and instructs his men to remove their helmets including the mindless skeletons that were there to guard their perimeter. Inside, the Bishop was kneeling in front of their Holy image. The Hero Knight that slain the olden Devil of the planet. The stained glasses of the large structure were full of images portraying his Heroism and majestic feats.
“Why have a man, guarded by the Undead and using a lifeless machine for his travels, dare walk amongst this holy establishment.”
The General bows his head in respect of the old Bishop with a long white beard.
“I’ve come here to investigate the suspicions of slavery by not only the Clergy but also the Nobles.”
“Is this… damnation from the Heroic one? Nay, I’ve got nothing to tell you man from another world, from another realm. Get out of my sight, how dare you walk here with such pride, talking about freeing slaves when you and your council of death brought more pain and suffering than decades of war in mere days! Threatening Kingdoms with your lascivious weapons and your people! Corrupted with Pride, Greed, and Immorality!”
“Your Holiness, I did not come here to free ALL slaves. But only those from my world. I came here because I’ve heard rumors that they’ve been using the Underground tunnels, meant as an escape route for the Pope and his generals as a secret path.”
“Hmph, such is a staunch man, living in a world deprived of Soul but full of machines, you speak and talk like a machine, your words are manufactured and slewed by those who hold high but not from your heart. How pitiful that all you could do is to try to believe, child. Faith is not of what you see but what of your Soul and so far, having met so called Adventurers from your world, you're all deprived of that. Lustful, Greedy and Pride!”
“Your Holiness. Just answer me, is it true?”
“Go! Get out! Get out and swim to the sewers of the North where you belong! Free them all you want! But do not come back here!”
Hearing this, the General kneels and bows, paying his respects to the Bishop and standing up. Outside, he instructs everyone to wear their helmets again.
“Crazy old fool. Probably has a den of children that he touches.”
“Send two companies to the Northern sewers. Prepare the boats, that place is connected to the River of Light.”
“Wait, sir?”
“Captain, do as I say. The old man didn’t only oust the Church but this entire city built on beauty and holiness.”
“R-roger that sir.”
“Oh I fucking knew it. Doesn’t have a connection to the slave tade my ass.”
In the residential district, Australian soldiers had raided a Manor. Their Knights were useless against bullets. Cutting them down like nothing and quickly entering the front door. Going inside, the Maids instantly hug them.
“THANK YOU! PLEASE! GET US OUT OF HERE!”
“Bloody Hell! How many of you are there?”
The soldier is shocked hearing perfect American English from the Elven maid.
“About two or even the entire staff are from our world! They they they…”
“A’ight ma’am. Calm down, we’ll get you back home.”
Though caught off guard, they quickly asked the rest of the house staff from where they were and all answered from places in America and Europe. The officer in the scene is shocked to see it for himself, these were formerly Accountants, Nurses and Shop Clerks turned into playthings and servants of the Nobles.
“Viking, this is Brisbane, do you copy over?”
“I copy you Brisbane.”
“Can confirm, they were right in front of us this entire time. The maids here at the Manor we just raided had two thirds of its staff from our world. All requesting immediate shelter.”
“Roger, bring them to the outskirts of the city of Anthon. We have Chinooks waiting to collect them.”
“Affirmative, Brisbane out.”
Inside his Humvee, James instructs his Captain to put the pedal to the floor and arrive at the Northern Sewer tunnel. It was relatively clean, with nothing out of place. Suspicious, he comes to the exit and sees that the lock is not even on. Opening it, he’s quickly met with arrows and magic. Burnt and hurt, he pulls out the arrows that struck him and uses a combination of Fire and Wind to create an artificial chain. He also materializes his armor as he drinks health potions.
“I’ll show you… what it means to be a Legend in Dark World…”
Without thinking twice, he sends a ball of light inside, revealing the Slavers carting halflings and normal humans into the city. Knowing where to strike, he starts swinging the chain, cutting the slavers into pieces of cooked meat. They all died in such a brutal way not even the slaves were able to look as their body parts flew in different directions.
“I hope Paul has gotten over killing.”
His men arrive, shooting the remaining slavers and rescuing the kidnapped people. With the situation all calm. The General goes back to the street and lights a smoke, enjoying the beautiful sight of the white city in all its glory. Long rowboats pass by its ornate bridge full of lamps and statues of the Saints, the people casually walking on top of it seeing the commotion on the Sewer line. Amongst the people there, some were players themselves.
“So, you still want to return to our world?”
“I mean yea, I like adventuring here and all that but, I don’t think its right for us to stay here.”
“You got that right, but will returning home be a better place? Look down there at the sewers. What do you see?”
“Heroes helping people from our world get freed from slavery?”
“Already, you’ve failed.”
Looking around, the well dressed citizens of the holy city were whispering amongst themselves. “Look at those brutes, using their machines to do as they wish.”, “Don’t they know slavery is normal here? Are they that barbaric?”, “How dare they just waltz into our nation’s borders and do as they wish. They’re no different from the demons they wish to fight.” The two adventurers in Silver and Ebony Armor just stood there, taking in the opinions of the people.
“I can see what you mean.”
“Frankie. These people, they’re different. They live in a world far detached from ours, with a culture and tradition that’s so rich yet so poor.”
“Yea, yea…”
“You know that specialty Bestovian Fish we just ate last night? Do you know who served it to you?”
“A slave, I know.”
“So tell me, did you sleep neatly?”
“I did.”
“Then, will you still stay here?”
A man in midnight blue and white robe with a Lantern that has a blue fire within it passes them and heads to the very end of the bridge where he opens a small bronze latch and the Lanterns front. With two fingers up, he swiftly points at the smoldering glittering pit of enchanted wood. The blue fire ejects two small bullets of flames to it. Lightning the lamps on the bridge as the Sun on the horizon lowers itself.
The man in the robe then stands up, looking at the shadows of the city as it slowly reaches the top of the mountain behind it. “Oh Great Knight, please bless Threa, the planet of everyone to live through this perilous times.” he then picks up his lantern and with a slouched back,walks to the city while behind him, Gate guards are trying to prevent the citizens from rioting as a Priest from the Holy See reads a the news.
“His Holiness of the Holy See of Deus Vrax, Pope-Saint Alexendreious the Pity has formally announced that the city shall be open to those from the Demon races, though with higher entrance fees. The people shall and will respect these rules as the Ecumenical Council itself with the Bishops and Arch Cardinals together with the Clergy has all agreed upon the Decree of the New, that an alliance shall be forged between us humans and other normative races as the Fifth Reset might be the one that might end life itself in this planet! That is all!”
People started throwing vegetables at the man as the bulky armored Knight crusaders of the Church, proudly adorned in their shiny chrome and steel armor block the litter while outside the gate, thousands of people from the Demon races cheer. “YOU FOOLS ARE GONNA GET US KILLED!”, “DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT THEY’VE DONE TO US?!”, “IF THE VAMPIRE QUEEN WAS ALIVE, SHE’D ALREADY TAKEN OVER THE ENTIRE WORLD!”, “POPE DECREE MY BUTTOCKS! DO YOU KNOW WHAT DISEASES THEY HAVE!”.
All the while in the bridge, the two players watch as the RHIBs collect the players who’ve been enslaved while those who do not even speak English nor any language from our world are brutally shoved away by the mindless skeletons armed with assault rifles and in full combat gear.
“Don’t you think that maybe… this place is just as bad as ours? I know you like High Fantasy things and this is basically a dream come true for you, but this is the truth of the matter during this era. Ignorance is everywhere, and people only care for their communities and no one else's. Our presence doesn’t help as we heighten tensions, disrespect national borders and cultures.”
“I’ll still stay here, I know that for myself. I’ll have a better life here, even with all of these things happening.”
“Then, let’s enjoy our adventures. Maybe in a month or so before Frigus Frontem starts. I’ll head to one of the cities and enjoy modern commodities again.”
“Do you even know the shit they’re doing to get the asshats there the modern comfortable life they’re living?”
“Just as you are willing to live through the crimes of this world, I am willing to live through the crimes of our world.”
Back with General James in the sewer entrance, a radio transmission comes in.
“Sir, I got news regarding General Paul.”
“Send it over.
“We got a report that the Vampire Queen has taken over a company from the UN expedition there and is currently aiding in the search.”
“Really?”
“We also have gotten news that the Vampire King has sent some of his Legions to help us. This would be their first foreign military activity for centuries sir.”
A soldier who was with him salutes.
“What?”
“Uh sir, we ran out of vaccine shots for the Elves and players from the other races.”
“Huh? Didn’t we have a lot?”
“We didn’t bring enough with us on hand sir.”
“Call in a chopper then. What? Are the diseases they carry harmful to humans?”
“Some sir.”
“I should’ve chosen to be a Vampire. Fucking hell, alright. I’ll route another chopper. Tell the men in the RHIBs to keep their gas masks on till they’re fully vaccinated. If one of them says no, throw them in a truck that heads to the nearest slave town.”
“But sir, wouldn’t that be against orders?”
“Orders from? The UN? Look, the League of Modern Guilds ain’t doing shit. They’re too tied up playing world power than actually hiring competent people to lead these humanitarian programs. This has so far been a shitshow. It would’ve been a disaster if it wasn’t from us.”
“Right sir.”
He then goes back to the radio. Listening in the continuation of the report.
“Sir?”
“Continue.”
“Ah apart from that, the Countess has also sent her men to help out in the search party.”
“What about our boys? Why are they all from the airport near the Vampire Kingdom?”
“They said they’ll be sending aircraft to aid but a renewed attack from the rogue Werewolf demon army has made things difficult as they are learning how to cripple our frontline troops.”
“Huh? What do you mean? They’re attacking the trucks?”
“Yes sir.”
“Fuck fuck fuck. I told those assholes, I told them not to treat these dirtbag furballs as if they’re tribals. They aren’t called Permanent Werewolves for nothing. So, I guess it's all up to those Vampires?”
“So it seems sir. Though a detachment from a nearby UN group is joining in to aid them. Seems to be made up of Asians and Europeans looking at their unit names.”
“Alright, fuck. We have to get out of here before the Kingdoms find out how embarrassing we’ve been performing. Has the Eastern side of the invasion actually materialized that armored spearhead they’ve been so much up and arms about?”
“Negative sir, though the fight to the Three Rivers city has been progressing nicely, due to the shortcomings of logistics. They’ve never been able to produce or materialize a spearhead of that magnitude sir.”
“Alright. Thank you Salieri. Just keep a tight lid on all this info, if they knew how bad it was truly, were all shit canned. We’ve already have enough near misses with the News Guilds and that stupid Press Association.”
He puts down the radio mic and with a deep sigh and a puff of smoke with his cigarette, hops into the passenger seat as a soldier takes him deep within the city.