Legaia IV [DJCTQ 16]

[Zup]

Everybody's being creative and I wanted to fit in and be popular.

But I don't actually like writing stories.

Please love me.

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Foehrm Launch



A silver door swoosh'd open, retreating into the hollow recess of the wall beside it. Once it was gone, a figure stepped through the threshold. The door quietly shut behind him, smooth as ice.

He found himself standing at the top of a steel stairway overlooking a ship bay. The room was enormous, easily spanning sixty feet from the floor to the ceiling, although the ceiling had machinery that could open it up if need be. The wall on the opposite end of the ship bay was currently opened, providing him with a gorgeous view of skies and clouds.

He was not alone in the bay -- there were dozens of men and women scurrying about the facility. They were all clad in a uniform that shared a similar color scheme and general makeup that his did, although certain clusters of them had specialized suits for their specific roles and jobs. There were freight workers operating machinery, loading enormous crates and other wares onto the ship and smaller transports. Engineers were locked in their designated areas in and around the ship, going through their individual check-ups, relaying information to one another via headsets. Tucked towards one side of the bay were several dozen soldiers, currently getting their arms and equipment inspected and issued.

He could not help but smile at the site. Everything appeared to be running smoothly. There had been a tinge of anxiety in his chest leading up to that moment, and it was now put to ease. He breathed a sigh of relief before glancing down at his own uniform. He adjusted the Admiral insignia proudly displayed on his chest before beginning to descend down the steps.

As soon as he reached the bottom floor, he was approached by an officer holding a tablet in his hands. The two saluted one another before the officer stated, “Good morning, Admiral Klesk. We’re about four minutes ahead of schedule. We’ll be ready for launch in twenty.”

Klesk nodded. “Excellent. Thank you.” The officer excused himself, leaving Klesk alone once more. The Admiral smiled as he looked up at his beautiful ship -- The Foehrm.

The ship had been designed largely by himself specifically for his use after his promotion, and it was everything he had dreamed it to be. It was enormous, sleek, and equipped with the best tech the world had to offer. He himself, being a genius Cyber Seru programmer, had been able to put his own personal touch into its onboard computer systems, which made it all the more his own.

Whilst admiring the ship, he felt a tap on his shoulder, causing him to turn around. He smiled warmly as he came face-to-face with Commander Sise, an old friend who had worked alongside him during their early days in the military. “Today’s the big day, huh?” Sise asked.

Klesk nodded with a grin. “Indeed.”

The two old friends turned towards the Foehrm once more. Sise nodded his head. “She’s a beauty, Klesk. Even better than I imagined.” Sise had assisted Klesk with his design of the ship, and was in fact Klesk’s first supporter. Sise had possessed a favorable reputation in the military academy due to his family’s involvement in pushing the Cyber Seru movement to the spotlight, which kickstarted a revolution in civilization. He was able to use his reputation to give Klesk’s ideas legitimacy in the eyes of investors and higher-ups, eventually leading to this very day.

The Admiral exhaled in content. “This is just the beginning, Sise. Just the beginning.”

“You haven’t given up on it?”

Klesk looked to Sise with a smirk. “Of course not. Why? Did you?”

Sise snickered. “As if. You might have this beauty,” he said, gesturing towards the Foehrm. “But I’m still bringing about Resurrection first.”

Arms folded across his chest, Klesk chuckled. “We’ll see about that!”

The two exchanged a laugh before Klesk changed the subject. “How’s the Wikk?”

The Wikk was Commander Sise’s own ship. It wasn’t as large as the Foehrm, but it was better suited for intense combat. The Wikk had been assigned to escort the Foehrm on its maiden voyage to provide protection in case anything went awry. Klesk was happy with the arrangement, as even though he was confident in his ship, more support never hurt anyone.

“She’s ready to go,” Sise responded. “Two docks over. Just waiting on you.”

The clipboard-carrying officer from earlier stepped up to the two, and more salutes were exchanged. “Admiral Klesk. Your presence is requested on the bridge.”

Klesk nodded. “Alright. Thank you.” The officer exited once more as Klesk turned to Sise. “Here we go.”

Sise patted Klesk’s shoulder. “I should head to the Wikk right now. Good luck.”

The two men separated as Klesk began to head towards the bridge of the ship. He stepped onto a platform that began to rise towards the main entrance door. On the way up, Klesk looked over to Sise, who was ascending the stairs towards the launch bay exit. The Commander cupped a hand beside his mouth. “That thing’s expensive! You better not crash it! The Wikk can’t hoist that giant outta the ocean!”



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Sorry it's not funny yet like the other stories.

It's got colored text though.

Please be excite.

[Redhollowlives999]

Please be excite.

i am not excite

[Zup]

Lu Delilas more like girl Yu Delicious

With them big ol' thighs

And hair the size of your torso

Nnnnf

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The Lion and The Reaper



A boot to the door’s こし snapped it halfway off its hinges. It flew wide open, the old wood cracking and threatening to snap right off. The wielder of the bloody, muddy boot waltzed into the room just as the door, hanging limp from the last hinge, squeaked itself to a stop.

Everyone in the room turned their attentions towards the man who had entered. The older folk (the few with working eyes anyway), scowled at the man’s villainous facial features. The younger folk (the few with overly strict parents anyway), looked in awe at the man’s villainous facial features.

He casually stepped through the busy pub, passing by tables with other patrons. One mom-lookin’ chick with a child in her lap gave him a disapproving look, so he grabbed a nearby glass of booze and splashed it into the child’s open mouth.

He made his way up to the bar, but instead of ordering, he hopped right over it, perusing the selection on the back wall.

The bartender stepped up behind him, throwing his big, hairy hand on the man’s shoulder. “Oi! Ya can’t just=!” Without turning around, the man subtly jabbed his elbow back, and the blade that was strapped to his arm hidden explicitly for this kinda tactic, stabbed into the bartender’s gut. After spitting up blood and shivering, the old barkeep fell to the floor, dead, leaving the man to finish grabbing his drinks of choice.

He located a table in the far corner. Before sitting down at it, he reached around behind his back to remove the weapon that was strapped there. It appeared to be an old scythe with a shovel head taped onto the end opposite the blade. Both were stained in blood. He dropped the weapon onto the top of the table, then sat down, throwing his feet up and popping open the first bottle.

Not long after this, more patrons entered the bar. However, instead of old farts and children who would undoubtedly grow up to be alcoholics, it was a group of four soldiers, all clad in the military’s uniform. They were led by a huge lion of a man, with a full head and beard of glowing golden hair. He had a neat scar on his cheek and jaw that cut into and halted parts of his beard growth. He was in the midst of leading a conversation upon entering.

“-and then BOW! Right in his moth-” The big soldier man stopped as he walked into the pub, curiously looking at the broken door. He poked it with his finger, and it snapped off the hinges, clattering onto the floor. Chuckling heartily, the man looked at the patrons in the pub, putting his finger over his lips. “Shhhh!”

The four soldiers strolled further into the pub, laughing and greeting the civilians as they did so. They appeared to be well-liked, especially the big one in the front. The bartender-killing, alcoholic-making man watched them make their way to the bar itself, gulping down his liquor as he did.

The lion-looking man, in the midst of a hearty laugh, wiped a tear from his eye as he stopped at the bar. He looked left and right, not seeing the bartender. “Eh?” He placed his hands atop the bar and leaned forward. He saw the bartender’s body, but did not react as he perhaps should have. He chuckled, turning to his boys behind him. “Oi! The ol’ man’s napping! Quick, get me a marker!”

As they all broke out into shared laughter, the lion man snickered and hopped over the bar. He knelt down beside the barkeeper’s corpse, giggling as he waved his hand in front of his nose. “Stinky,” he mouthed to his boys, who tried to stifle their laughs. He then grabbed some bottles, once again playfully “Shhhh....”ing the good people, who all smiled and laughed at his antics. Nobody realized the bartender was dead, it seemed.

The soldiers clanked their bottles together, looking around for an empty table. There was one, right beside the table of the man who had killed the bartender. It was only able to fit three of them, so the big guy had to look over at the shovel-scythe wielding man, pointing to the chair that sat opposite him. “Ya don’t mind if I borrow this, do ya son?”

“Go ‘head.”

“Thank ya, boy!” the big man pulled the chair out, throwing himself down into it. He threw his head back, letting out a groan as he stretched his arms. “Ahhhh! Feels good ta get some rest at last.”

The man opposite him, sneakily removed a bottle from his belt, shaking it to catch the big soldier’s attention. “Want a drink, officer?”

The big man grinned. “Well, sure!” He reached over and accepted the bottle. “Ah, the civilians here are always so hospitable!” He popped open the bottle and began to guzzle the thick red liquid within. He paused, cheeks puffed and full of the liquid, examining the bottle. After shrugging and gulping the rest, he chuckled. “Hmmmm….pretty salty. Never had anything like that before.”

The other man smirked. “It’s new.”

“Ahhhh, it probably grows on ya!” After taking another swig, the big man held his hand out. “Put ‘er there, son! The name’s Wulf!”

The other man shook Wulf’s hand. “Virus.”

“Lemme letcha in on a little secret as thanks for your kindness.” Wulf looked over his shoulder, then leaned closer to Virus. “There’s some nutjob goin’ around killin’ good folk like yourself.”

“Is that right....”

“Uh huh! They say he’s like a vampire or somethin’.” Wulf hiccuped. “He apparently likes ta take his victims’ blood and drink it. Gross, huh?”

Virus glanced down at the bottle in Wulf’s hand as the officer brought it up to take another swig.

“Just make sure ya keep on your toes, eh Virus?”

Virus nodded. He then tapped the tip of his scythe. “Oh don’t worry about me, officer. I can protect myself.”

Wulf chuckled at the sight of the weapon. “Well I’ll be. A scythe and shovel! That’s quite the weapon!” He laughed. “Makes ya look like some kinda grim reaper or gravedigger or somethin’!”

“That was one of my nicknames in high school actually,” Virus responded. “The cleanest one, anyway.”

“‘zat so?” Wulf gulped down more drank. “Mine was Wildebeest Stampede, but I ain’t quite sure why.” He broke out into laughter once more. “Mighta been spread around by some ladyfriends, if ya catch my Barra!”

He suddenly narrowed his eyes, leaning closer to inspect the shovel tip. He scratched at it just a tad, noting the red and brown splotches that were so dried they might as well’ve been smelted into the metal. “Seems kinda dirty, Virus. Should probably get this beauty cleaned up….Hm? What’s this red stuff?”

“....Wine.”

“Oh. Yum!”

A beep resounded from Wulf’s belt, prompting him to bring up his communicator to his face. After some chit chat, he stood up, smiling at Virus warmly. “Pleasure ta meet ya, Virus, but I’m afraid duty calls!”

Virus smirked and saluted the officer.

Wulf then leaned forward in secrecy once again. “Remember ta be on the lookout for that serial killer, ya hear?”

“Sure thing, officer.”

“Alrighty, then, boys!” Wulf started to march out the door of the pub, waving goodbye to the good people in the tavern as he led his troop. Outside, they boarded their bikes and zoomed off into the distance. When the sounds of their speed bikes died off, Virus looked down at the bottle Wulf had been drinking. He held it up, noting that there was barely any of the red liquid inside of it.

“Gonna need a refill,” he muttered to himself. He stood up in his seat, picking up his shovel-scythe. He glanced around the room at all the people, an evil smile making its way to his face.



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Lu you so fine I'll gladly give up my bright future ta spend it attending ta your hair's special needs

Wrap around you tighter than that Sim-Seru'a yours

Nnnnf

[GoldenPower89]

It was pretty obvious that the guy with the shovel-scythe was DV.

[Zup]

It wasn't really a secret

Like Hyosung bein' as hot as Helios in the the the the covered in gasoline wearin' yoga pants gettin' blown by Gola Golas

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New Recruits



“Admiral Klesk. Your presence is requested on the bridge. The new recruits have arrived and are awaiting you.”

The captain of the Foehrm turned away from his computer monitor, nodding his head and saluting the officer standing before him. “Thank you. I’ll be there shortly.”

In the bridge stood twelve bright-eyed young cadets who had recently graduated from the academy and were prepared to join Admiral Klesk’s crew. They stood in three rows of four, all with their backs straight, uniforms spotless, and gossip on fleek.

A cadet in the middle row popped an eyebrow up as his nostrils wrinkled twice to quietly take in a breath. “Okay, who farted?” He whispered.

Another cadet in the front row smiled, glancing over his shoulder at the one who popped the question. “Do you really have to ask, Alin?”

Both cadets then turned their attentions towards a third standing in the back row. He noticed their gazes on him, and he proceeded to aim his head in another direction and whistle.

Alin chuckled to himself as he returned to his neutral stance. “Typical Red.”

The cadets all straightened themselves once more as they heard footsteps sounding up above where Admiral Klesk took his seat. They all saluted him in tandem as he looked down upon them.

“A fine ensemble we have here,” Klesk stated with a proud smile. “Welcome to the Foehrm, cadets. It’s a pleasure to have you all join the crew.”

Klesk cleared his throat before tucking his hands behind his back and turning away from the new recruits. The cadets watched as the admiral began to pace back and forth in his space. “I have big plans for this crew, and I hope you all share my ambition. It’s gonna take a lot more than just myself to accomplish the things I have in mind, but believe me, it’ll all be worth it.”

Klesk slowly came to a stop, returning his eyes to the array of cadets. He looked into the eyes of each one, then stopped on one up in the front. “What’s your name, son?”


The cadet saluted and smiled proudly. “Ram Merrush, Admiral Klesk!”

The Admiral grinned at the enthusiasm shown. “Are you familiar with the....Legend of Legaia?”

Ram seemed to be caught a bit off guard by the question, but he recovered and nodded. “Uh, yes, sir. It’s....one of my favorite stories, actually.”

“Oh? Good to hear. It’s one of mine as well.” Klesk examined the cadets’ faces once more in order to gauge some reactions. As was expected, most appeared to be out of the loop. “While I would love to discuss it in detail with you all, I’m afraid we don’t have the time for that right now, but I’ll definitely put it on the agenda. I’d be interested in hearing the thoughts of the younger generation, and I’d be glad to enlighten the rest of you on our world’s history.

Klesk glanced to his left to see an officer standing at attention. He held up his hand and signalled a “4” with his fingers, indicating Klesk should try to wrap things up within the next four minutes. Nodding, the Admiral cleared his throat once more to address the cadets. “I understand you have all had long days of travel and waiting, so I’ll try to wrap this up quickly so you can all get some rest.

“We’ll be launching once again first thing in the morning tomorrow, so be sure to get up bright and early. You’ll each be assigned different coordinators who you’ll shadow for tomorrow. They’ll help you get into the swing of your jobs on board. You’ll be grouped into four squads of three -- each squad will room with one another and work together. Hopefully you can make some good friends out of your squadmates.

“Three days from now, once you’ve all been decently acquainted with the ship, we’ll be launching into orbit.” He smiled as he noticed the excitement on the cadets’ faces. He understood. He thought space was 猿が大好きだよ’ radical too. He took one more look at the officer to his side, who simply gave him a nod.

“Once again, I’m excited to have you all join the Foehrm, and I hope you all have a great time here.” Klesk brought his hand up against his forehead, and watched as the cadets saluted him back in sync. “Dismissed.”

The cadets were then broken up into four squads of three, each escorted by a Foehrm officer towards their dorms. Three of those squads don’t matter as their members don’t have names and will likely be killed off like total jobbers, but the fourth squad does require some attention.

Ram, Red, and Alin were directed to their room. Once they were given their key cards, the officer dismissed himself to return to his duties. The room was decently sized, although it was clearly for sleeping and not for decorating with bookshelves of anime figurines and junk food, as there wasn’t much to it. It didn’t even have a bathroom -- the one they passed in the hall was all they got. On the left side of the room was a three-level bunk bed.

“I call bottom,” Red immediately stated as he dropped face-first onto the mattress. “Too lazy to bother climbing up to the other two.”

Ram chuckled, turning to Alin. He dug into his pocket, pulling out a blue coin. “Wanna flip for top bunk?”



From the middle bed, Ram stretched his arms up before tucking them behind his head. “You guys know about the Legend?”

“Yeah,” Alin answered from up top. “It’s one of my all time favorites!”

“Hey, me too! Red?”

Red groaned, kicking up at the mattress above him. “Yes I know it. Now shut up I’m tryna sleep.”

Ram rolled his eyes. “What about the Admiral? What do you guys think about him?”

“He seems pretty cool,” Alin said.

“Yeah. He seemed like he had some really big plans….Wonder what he’s got in mind.” After a moment of silence, Ram added, “Red? What do you think of him?”

“I don’t think of him, [censored]."

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Remember when Red hated Homer Sexuals

[Redhollowlives999]

I tittered at the picture.



And I never hated homers. I was just a 12 year old was all.

[deadly virus]

how did I miss this?

"It appeared to be an old scythe with a shovel head taped onto the end opposite the blade. "

oh yeah..

[Zup]

this is rly rly boring but thats ok because

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Stowaway



The Wikk curved around the perimeter of Karisto Station, slowing down before eventually angling itself towards its designated landing bay.

Once it was locked into place and accounted for, the doors to the ship opened up, and the crew inside began to file out in order to carry out their individual businesses. Most first had to check in with the station and carry out safety measures to make sure hoodlums didn’t pee on the ship or spray paint poor Banksy imitations on the sides of it.

Commander Sise stepped down from the ship as well, accompanied by the entourage of elite officers he always kept close to him in case 質 got raw. Two are irrelevant, but the other two are not. So let’s just say the other two officers got permission to go steal from the Honest Person’s Vending Machine.

Sise turned around to face his two remaining elite officers, hands tucked behind his back professionally. “Hiro. Night. I’ll be heading out to meet with the Emperor in just a few minutes.”

“Will we be accompanying you?” Night asked. He was a mysterious-looking figure. On top of the crew’s usual uniform, he wore a black hooded cloak that seemed to be made of giant raven feathers.

“No, no, I promised the crew the rest of the day to themselves,” Sise answered with a shake of his head. “The Emperor’s providing me with escorts. I’ll be alright.”

Hiro’s eyebrow went up. “You won’t be taking either of us?”

The Commander chuckled. “The meeting itself is....private, and not all that interesting. Besides, you two need a break just as the rest of the crew does. Perhaps even most of all.”

Night and Hiro exchanged a curious look between them, like cute little ferocious guardians of the Underworld who were told they could take a breather at Sea World for a bit while Hades went off to go bowling with Apollo. Nevertheless, they accepted and headed out for Sol, as most of the crew did.



The two elite officers found themselves amongst a group of eight crewmembers, most of whom will not be named and just walked along shootin’ the 質. The city was bustling with activity, and they passed by dozens upon dozens upon dozens of civilians just walking down a block.

Eventually, the group found themselves just casually waltzing into the Muscle Dome. It made sense since it was one of the most popular attractions Sol had to offer, although neither Hiro nor Night knew how or why they ended up there. Probably got caught up in the peer pressure and motion of the crew.

The Wikk crew got some special treatment from the waitresses, and were given some hella sick seating up close near the center ring. There were five active throughout the Dome, and each table came with nifty little monitors that gave a display to all the different rings in case you wanted to see what was going on across the stadium.

The Dome was even louder than the rest of the city, since everybody in there was rowdy, 90% were drunk, and they all wanted to see some good ol’ fashion fisting. Er, fisticuffs. Fisting up to the cuffs. The rotator cuffs.

As the hours ticked by, Night and Hiro found themselves getting a little bit more interested in the Muscle Dome stuff. While they had originally only come in here because they weren’t paying attention and just went with their crewmates, they were now paying more attention to it all than any of the other said crewmates. Those guys were mostly drunk and passed out.

Night flipped his monitor channel to Ring Two, where a Lapis was being dogpiled by a swarm of Killer Bees. As he analyzed the efficiency of the bees’ advanced military tactics, Hiro tapped his elbow to catch his attention. “Hey, check out Ring Four. There’s a kid in there.”

Night switched the channel just in time to see the kid in question step into the ring, rolling his neck and arms to prep himself for the fight. The name that popped up in the little corner listed him as “Z”, as did the giant purple “Z” emblazoned on the front of his jacket. He then waited for his opponent.

A giant Gobu Gobu about nine feet tall with four arms stepped into the ring, pounding its fists against its double chest and flexing its muscles.

Z slowly panned his eyes up the enormous creature, then looked down at his own tummy. “Did I bump up a weight class?”

The Gobu Gobu roared in its gibberish language before charging straight at Z.

“Nah,” Z muttered. “Just the Orbs.”

Z dashed forward to attack, but the Gobu Gobu suddenly grabbed his ankle and slammed his face into the canvas.

Groaning, Z rubbed his temple. “Hope girls didn’t see that….”

The Gobu Gobu pulled Z inwards by the ankle it was still gripping, hoisting his dangling body up like it just caught a fish. When the two came face-to-face, Z gave the monster a big 質-eating grin. He held up his other leg, wiggling it around. “You mind grabbin’ this one too?”

Tilting its head, the Gobu Gobu reached up with another of its arms, grabbing hold of the designated ankle. Curious, the brute watched as Z leaned upwards/forwards (idunno directions when upside down) as if to reach towards his ankles, but instead of tryna pry the Gobu Gobu’s sausage fingers off, he instead went straight for his own shoes.

The Gobu Gobu squinted, trying to see what the the the the the Z was doing. After a few moments, Z returned back to hanging upside down. He had apparently untied his shoes and taken them off. He held up a finger at the Gobu Gobu. “One sec. Almost done.”

The Gobu Gobu (and the crowd) watched as Z tied the laces of both of his shoes together. With a satisfied smile and head nod, Z cleared his throat and stared right at the Gobu Gobu, whipping his shoes around. “NunChucks.”



“We’ll be taking off first thing in the morning,” Commander Sise told his crew as they all lined up in a beautiful array. “Go ahead and get some rest. The Station’s providing us with housing for the night.”

As the crew all broke apart to head to sleep, Commander Sise smiled and nodded at Hiro and Night as they walked up to accompany him and recap. “You two enjoy your day off?”

“Yeah,” Hiro answered. “Went to see some fights in the Muscle Dome.”

As the three began to chit chat on their way to their rooms, a shadowy figure popped out from the darkness of the airship bay. She emerged from a large cargo crate that some crew members had picked up from Sol for the purposes of stock replenishment.

The coast clear, the woman quietly hopped out from the cargo crate towards the unmanned Wikk ship, aiming for the one window that just so happened to have been left open, dragging along a huge bag that one would assume was a dead body, but no. This woman was not that normal.

It was a 野菜 life-sized Songi blow-up doll.

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That's NunChucks as in Chuck Taylors as in the shoes 'cause he tied his shoes together and made nunchuks from them

Figured that one might'a zooped right past some'a you

I mean I don't wear Chucks

They're p ugly

But it was an easy pun

so

[Redhollowlives999]

Moar.

[Zup]

I kinda quit this 'cause I hate you all but I took my pills so now everything's okay again

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Aliens



The young Foehrm cadets, who had not had the opportunity to venture into the heavens, all found their chubby little hands and faces glued to any window on board the ship they could access, staring wide-eyed at the cosmos just beyond the panes.

Red in particular was quite enthralled, being an avid young astronomer himself. However, he desperately wanted to be seen as the cool guy who didn’t care about stuff unless it was for jokes, so he just sat quietly against his own window, even as Ram and Alin kept poking him, trying to elicit excited conversation.

Another military vessel approached the Foehrm, whose on-board computer and cameras scanned over it. After a brief exchange per protocol, a mechanism on the port side of the Foehrm opened up, creating a sort of mini-hangar for the incoming military vessel to park itself on.

From the ship emerged a small squadron of troops led by Wulf, who whistled as he strolled through the corridors.

Admiral Klesk met him near the docks, and the two officers saluted one another. “Lieutenant Wulf.”

“Eyyyy, K-Man. Nice lookin’ ship.”

“A beauty, ain’t she?”

The two old friends began their walk deeper into the Foehrm, catching up on one another’s lives and goings-on. Wulf offered a story that tied in to his visit that particular day, explaining: “You hear about the Soren Observatory picking up on that UFO thingy?”

Klesk nodded. “Yes. Unfortunately, I’ve been a little too busy running the ship to really sit down and take a look for myself. Is it noteworthy, or just another headline-chaser?”

Wulf shrugged, leaning up against a railing to overlook the rest of the crew as they carried out their duties. “Not sure. At least I’m not. Although that kinda stuff usually stays with the higher-ups; they never bother lettin’ poor ol’ Wulfy in on the juicy details.”

After a chuckle, the lion-looking man continued. “But, they did send me to check up on a couple orbiting ships, including this one. I’ll have my boys do a quick run-down and we’ll be outta your way.”

“Bah, don’t worry about it,” Klesk responded, patting Wulf on the back. “Besides. I know you want us to feed you.”

“....You a mind-reader now?”

After Wulf commanded his squad to begin their inspection of the ship, Klesk led him towards the dining hall. Along the way, they bumped into a huddle of young boys; the twelve new cadets. Well….only eleven were present.

Klesk gestured towards Wulf as his cadets saluted. “Boys, meet Lieutenant Wulf. He’s a good friend of mine.”

“A class of eleven, huh? Not too shabby,” Wulf commented, stroking his beard as he overlooked the young cadets. “Nice to meet you all!”

“There’s twelve of us, actually,” Red spoke up.

“Twelve?” Wulf asked, arching his brow. He narrowed his eyes in concentration, slowly panning them across the young group. “One, two, three, four….eleven. I don’t see twelve, sonny.”

“Kaz’s off lookin’ at the stars or somethin’. Meh. Iunno.”

“Kaz?” Wulf folded his big arms across his chest, once again looking over the group. “Mmmm….” He then chuckled, patting the top of Red’s head. “You’ve got quite an active imagination, son. Don’t let the cold, harsh reality of war take that from you, ya hear?”

“wut”

Ram chuckled, patting Red’s back. “Nah, he’s telling the truth, Lieutenant. I’m willing to vouch for him.”

“....Nope! I think you’re both just loopy.”

Before Red and Ram could protest, Wulf’s stomach growled and howled like a lion getting stampeded by wildebeests. He and Klesk excused themselves to head for the dining hall.

The boys moved on, most of them splitting off to head to their dorms for the night, leaving just the small group of Red, Ram, Alin, and another cadet, Pray, amongst them.

Pray had his phone in hand, texting away like the little social butterfly he was. He was so entranced by the thing that he didn’t notice Red hold his foot out, tripping right over it. Luckily for him, Alin was there to catch him.

Ram smacked the back of Red’s head. “Don't be a Robert.”

“You should watch where you’re going,” Alin commented. “You okay?”

“Yeah I’m good,” Pray responded. “Hey, do any of you guys know if the Tieg military accepts Reym cadets?”

Ram shrugged. “Iunno. Never thought about that before. I’m gonna guess….no?”

“Meh.”

“Actually,” interjected Alin. “I think they do. I don’t have any confirmation, but I’m pretty sure I’ve heard about some Tieg units having Reym guys. Although they might’ve just been born there. I dunno if they were cadets.”

“Why you ask?” Ram questioned.

With a shrug of his shoulders, Pray looked back down at his phone. “Eh. Just wondering. I’ve got a friend who’s graduating a couple months early. I thought it’d be cool if he could join us on the Foehrm.”

“Is it a girl?” Red asked. Ram rolled his eyes at the obvious thirst.

Pray laughed. “Nah. It’s just my friend Tyrone.”



A quiet hover bike pulled to a stop almost forty miles away from the main road. The rider was wearing the military’s colors, and his equipment labeled him as a patrol scout. The night had been as uneventful as most had been, although his bike’s computer had picked up on something wonky, so he decided to check up on it, not having anything better to do.

What he found was a relatively small crater, and from the center came a pulsating, acid-green light. The scout slowly approached it, being careful not to step too close to the hole lest he stumble and fall in. The light wasn’t bright enough to catch much attention from afar, especially considering there wasn’t much in the way of civilization around those parts, but up close he was forced to use his hand as a visor. Still, he couldn’t actually see what was in the center of the crater itself.

He reached for his radio, but a scythe blade cut directly through his throat so quickly that nothing moved. He didn’t even register he was dead. From behind, Virus twirled his weapon, flipping its lead end around. Rearing it back like a baseball bat, he swung, the flat of the shovel smacking into the scout’s head, sending it flying dozens and dozens of feet into the dark distance.

After filling up his canteen with the blood that spewed from the scout’s neck, Virus casually strolled up to the crater to get a look at the contents for himself. Strangely, his eyes didn’t seem too affected by the green light.

He hopped down into the crater, bending down beside what appeared to be some kinda basketball-sized rock. Small traces of steam were hissing from its pores. Bored, he poked at it.

The rock immediately cracked open, and an alien parasite leaped out, diving straight into Virus’s open mouth.



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Any'a y'all seen Fury Road yet

's fuggin' radical

Go watch it