Something lost and found

It was the first thing he saw on an old desk from a school. The photo's frame and glass were broken. A photo of a very handsome man with a serious face. Whoever this was they looked exactly like him. Studying the photo further he noticed some differences. There was not a single scar on his face. Not even on his forehead like the man who hired him. As strange as it was the man who set him to this task was just appointed Overseer look like him as well. This look alike in the photo was dressed in a fine suit. Next to him was a stunning looking woman with a heart shaped face and a big smile across her face. Looking around the abandoned town house the detective pocketed the photo as evidence. The place had been abandoned for some time. So had the rest of the neighborhood. On this world many cities were left abandoned no thanks to the horde of monsters that invaded. People and families were devoured torn to pieces, killed, and made into slaves. Although he was a hard man he tried to control his tears.

Recollecting himself he resumed the search of the town house. Like any house there was a set of furniture, a large TV sitting on a wooden table. The kitchen was on the right and lead to the garage. It had a bar and counter top. In the corner of the left side was the fireplace and opposite that was the kitchen table. On the walls were photos and portraits of the family that once lived here. As he inspected each photo he noticed three children with the lovely couple. Both appeared to be young to even have children. One of the children looked far too familiar. He had seen photos of this person while investigating with a doppelganger of his who put him up to this task. Since he could not be off his world until midnight it was up to him to search this area. The individual that was familiar to him from certain photos and videos matched the description of the male in the photos. He appeared happy with this family, a mother, a father, two siblings who look like mom and dad.

If he recalled correctly the man could not shut up about his family. He adored them and stuck with them as much as possible. His father may have been stern, sincere, serious, and strict at times with his military demeanor. Despite that he loved him all the same. That was sort of how his employer was when he went on a crusade. According to the reports the man that was in the photos was adopted. He looked nothing like them with a little more fat and different facial features. In his mind the detective and investigator realized this was where mutants had broken into the house and killed the entire family save one. Snooping around even further he discovered a letter meant for the boy who ran off after the attack. Picking up the letter the investigator left the abandoned house wondering if the Field Marshall was the father. 

Recruitment

There was absolutely nothing he could do at the moment. He was cornered like a rat staring at its predator. With eyes that screamed "Holy Crap Help Me!" the guy was in his own apartment staring at the one recruiting. She had a gorgeous face, small petite body with some curves here and there. Her face was heart shaped and held a big anime grin. It had him shaking with fear at the sight of this woman. Whoever she was she looked exactly him and some other guy whom he framed for years. For some reason people caught on and trashed him for it. Some places banned him from coming inside while others made fun of him. They knew who he was not, but did not know his true identity. He came from another world that was a mirror to this one. Some how he believed he had time traveled to destroy his cousins past life. It was at this moment that he realized this was not that world, and this woman was his cousin's daughter. Without warning she grabbed him by the cheeks and shook him.

"Come on and join us! We are recruiting and accepting volunteers!" She shrieked with joy and enthusiasm. His cousin's daughter tied his butt him and hauled him away with the rest of his stuff.
His fate was now in the hands of the recruitment process of the Black Coats. 

To Patreon?

I have just begun patreon I do not know if it is late in the game or not. 

Flag of a Faction

I am really undecided about this particular flag. There a few other flags I created which I will discard or place according to the appropriate faction. 

Getting Out of a Dinner

Both ships floated in the air surrounded by Celberian ships. Neither Eva, or Lylla could figure out a way to get out of this situation. The two women sat in one of the guest cabins about one of the Celberian Flag ships. Lylla eyed Eva with wrath, and glared at her. In her head she blamed all of this on Eva.

"How are we going to get ourselves out of this one?" Lylla asked Eva with a glare.

"I thought the cleavage would mesmerize the whole lot and then we would escape quickly!" Eva explained to her.

"Mesmerize them with your bust? Oh that was a brilliant idea! Guess what IT DID NOT WORK!" Lylla snapped at Eva who started to pout a little.

"Well what the heck would you have done?" Eva insisted folding her arms across her breast.

"Create a distraction that did not allow showing cleavage!" she nearly shouted at Eva.

"Create a distraction, create a distraction, what are you a circus?" Eva mocked Lylla's idea to get out of this dinner. A knock came at the dressing room door. It drew both of their attention to the door.

"Senoritas are we ready to meet the Officers?" a voice said through the cracks.

"Um just give us a few more moments please, Por Favor Senior." Eva said in a fake sweet voice she must have used a thousand times.

"I will return in a moment they are bringing out the wine." the voice said from the other side.

Eva and Lylla looked at each other glee in their eyes. Those officers were already drinking. Having to deal with drunk officers was easy. All they would have to do is wait for the officers to get blind drunk. One by one these officers would collapse on the floor, pass out or fall asleep. Each one agreed to wait it out for a few more minutes. In the finest dresses the Celberians gave them Eva and Lylla waited for some time before coming out. The man who knocked on the door was waiting for them. He held a huge grin as his eyes wandered all over them with hunger.

"Are we ready to meet the officers?" the little man asked them with his hands clasped together.

"Yes we are." Eva replied to him showing a hint of charm.

The little man escorted them through the cabin of the ship and for some reason outside. Lylla was taken aback by this. Eva looked flat out puzzled. Both women looked at the short man who gave a bigger grin with a hint of mischief. Lylla had some suspicions building up. What was the little man doing? Was this a trick or joke played on them by the officers. She dug in into her petticoat dress to draw out a dagger.

"What is this some kind of trick?" she demanded from the little man. She pressed the dagger against his nose.

"Please senorita this is not a trick. This is a mutiny!" he shoved the door wide open to reveal most of the Celberian crew had attacked the soldiers on board. The two women looked at the scene unfolding. Dangling from one of the masts were the officers. Each one had been hung in a noose. Eva and Lylla had gotten out of dinner with the officers.

The Flag of Nymres

Nymres is a military state with a King who gave his allegiance and sovereignty to the Vullanese Alliance. Once that Religious Empire fell to the Vestrisians it became a vassal state to the Nazdar Empire. Its population speaks for itself, which explains so many troops rushing to fill in the ranks of Grevaskii units. Although it was a standing military Nymres chose to act more of a mercenary faction. 

Forced Out.

On this day he was to be removed from his seat. He had been in this seat of power for nine years straight. However he used his position to screw over those who had wronged him in the past. All he wanted was to use his position to ruin those from his past. To him it was important to get rid of those who humiliated him, ridiculed, and stabbed him in the back. In his mindset his position gave him ample opportunity to destroy certain individual's lives while instilling fear into people. Some how things still progressed as normal and people worked except for the ones he targeted. Most of those individuals fled the country. Those who remained were imprisoned, executed, or forced into poverty.

Going to the window he saw an entire crowd of people, his own citizens among soldiers ready to storm his office house. During his reign he transformed his own house into the office of his position. That was unusual for a man of his position. He acted like a king over the county ever since he sat in his office. Many of his secretaries, and advisers saw this as weird. During the first few years they urged him to follow through with the requirements. Each time they came to his house he refused to operate that building. One year they begged him to move his office over to the main building. Using his position he forced them to perform sexual acts or humiliate themselves in public with the promise that he would come over. It had been six years and that promise was never fulfilled. At the window he watched several members of the assembled mom begin to throw rocks and various objects at his house at 9:18 A.M. on a very cold autumn month.

For several minutes he watched as his own house was practically attacked with projectiles thrown from hands. He was surprised that none of the crowd members fired on the house. It wasn't long until the crowd started throwing things at the upstairs window where he was. That was at 9:24 A.M. and he knew he was screwed. He began to panic for a few minutes more rushing around the inside of his house while it succumbed to attacks. Windows were smashed and parts of the walls were no doubt cracked, dented or splattered with what the mob threw at him. Running around his house did not save the situation as his "lackeys" as he called those who worked with him got out of the house through the back door. It was 9:33 when they fled like cowards according to his old self who acted like a dictator and tyrant over them. All they mustered to him were "Screw you dumb a##!" and ditched him like all his friends did.

At 9:38 A.M. he heard a loud bang at his door. The mob was trying to force its way inside. Acting fast he slammed his room door shut and locks it. Then he realized he could go to the attic and hide. Reopening the door he raced to the attic and pulled the string down. He cut the string so no one else could even get up there. Rushing up the ladder he broke it getting up. Now in the attic he closed it shut and hid for the next ten minutes. The only thing he could do now was listen to the noise of the mob rushing inside he own home. At exactly 9:48 A.M. the trap door was being ripped off and a ladder was placed against the hole. Angry voices and shouting could be heard from bellow. Cornered like a rat he soiled his pants as more than six people came up. He began tossing things at them causing one of them to fall and hurt themselves. The rest pounced on him and tied him up aggressively. A commanding officer just watched with his arms folded across his chest. When it struck 9:51 he was lowered down to an angry mob that started beating him with fists, and bats. Several soldiers, and officers forced the mob to calm itself. He was carried out of his own house quickly with the mob screaming and shouting at him. Outside his house was a bigger mob that threw insults at him and threw trash at him. Looking over his shoulder his own house was trashed, and nearly torn apart. Under the custody of the authorities that he once praised the dictator was shoved into a coffin to be buried alive at 9:54 A.M. in the morning. There was to be no trial, no jury, no sentencing just the mob burying his butt alive. He was now forced out of his position. That was all he thought of and pondered inside the coffin. 

When Does This New Job Start?

They had been cooking a job for him for the past six years? He could not believe it an actual job for him. A major blow to him having this job was that no one bothered to say a single word to him about it. For years he had to settle for other jobs that had already ended or simply offered no money other than more volunteering. There was something he was doing since he was just a boy, but that was a secret. A secret that would lead to a brawl, or a broken limb if tampered with. What contract was that one would ask? None of their freaking business. A huge war going on in some far off galaxy that spilled over into the Milky Way or was it Milky Wave. His superiors and those who hand picked him did not get what his galaxy's name was. That he left alone.

It was because of these superiors he was able to know what it was. Every night they hinted at who would see it he would get this job. By day no one showed up. At night they grind their teeth over who was selected and whom they handed the responsibility to go see him. Either they hated his guts, thought of him as an asshole, a douche, a dickhead and other names given to him behind his back. For years he was always a lone wolf, a lone ranger, and a loner from time to time. Although he spent a lot of time alone he still managed to make friends and stay in touch with them. Many of them knew about the job that was supposed to be given to him. However events kept him from even knowing about this job in the first place. What he learned was that various people tried to control everyone else including the woman he loved in school.

Now he stood next to his new vehicle holding a map and a set of keys to some abandoned house owned by the city. It was something he did not expect, but it did go along with his original plan. For years he had to do other jobs, which made him feel like he was wasting his time. All he wanted was to find someway to show dedication to his original plans. Those were shattered by immature outcasts who had very few friends. He had to find the house first, which was somewhere along this block. All they did was hand him a key, and put it on a map. Whoever was in charge or gave him this job clearly had no clue, which house the city wanted him to search. They provided no real address or numbers just a general location. None of them even mentioned a street name. Forced to drive to three different cities in order to find this location made him want to shoot the person.

To everyone's fortune that job was finally clear to him as he began to walk down the neighborhood. One at a time he checked each house to see if anyone still lived there. Going down the street he just looked at the houses and the driveways. A few houses had cars in the driveways, and a about half a dozen other houses had signs of life inside them. He immediately ignored the houses that had cars in the driveway. Using the keys he went over to the houses that looked abandoned. One by one he checked to see if this was the house or not. None of them were. In his mind he knew he looked like a burglar or some modern day bandit robbing a house. After checking six more houses he found one at the bottom of the hill. This one did not have a driveway, but a set of stairs leading down to the house. Only there was no house to even search or clean out. So he had to search for a new job. 

Is she to be married?

Today was not going well for her since the mock up wedding she had to do for her job. Putting on dresses, wedding dresses and pretending you are getting married, drained her. She signed the contract to put on these nice looking dresses just for show, but got paid hardly anything until this week. It was enough to get her going and pay rent. It was just not making her happy. Every week she had to put on a new style of wedding dress. To her it seemed people had taken advantage of the fashion and added new styles next to the traditional styles. She got to the point where she preferred there was one style not countless. However she kept that to herself. Was she supposed to do this for the rest of her life? That question kept circling her mind and coming back to her thoughts every now and then.

"Alright ladies let's move it go to the dressing room and put on those dresses!" she heard her boss' voice from behind her.

Reva Sharog took a deep breath looking down at her smooth green skin. Her race was not always considered the prettiest of the nation. Yet they did not look like dogs, or had faces that looked like giant hams smashed together. This world granted beauty among females of all races. As for the males it was a coin toss of nature, or depended on what they did with their lives. She had been to other worlds like this Calorn Planet thanks to her boss who would have become a Master had the Nazdar had their way. Orcs were never treated fairly by their rulers, the Nazdar, due to some worlds in full rebellion or this Calorn she had been to. It was only for a few years on the island of Vidothra before this Vestrisian Union invaded.

She followed the other girls and models who were Elves, Humans, mixed races, tall goblins with desirable features, Angel-like humanoids, Bird Humanoids who look more like angels with wings and bird heads, and the purple skinned race that were much older than they appear. Reva always compared herself to the others who were naturally gorgeous. Although her friends and co-workers mentioned how beautiful she was she was doubtful. Most guys left her alone or did not even give her a second glance. A lot of them were intimidated, or scared of a gorgeous being like herself. In her mind none of the guys or males even liked her. For an Orc to be this gorgeous was not uncommon in this world. In some worlds they were not the prettiest sight to see.

One by one the girls entered the dressing room to put on whatever dress the designers crafted. She herself enjoyed sewing and crafting her own clothing since she lived on a farm until she came of age. The city life was hectic, yet it still treated her fairly. Putting on her happy face she approached her own mannequin that had the dress she was to wear. It had her speechless, flattered to put it on. Words could not describe its beauty or the color the designer chose. Reva giggled a little and snatched it up. She took off her casual clothing and put it on with glee. She felt very glamorous and posed for the photo shoot. For the next hour she wore the dress for the photos. As she posed for the last one she realized will she wear a dress and have an actual wedding.

As always they selected male models and some actors along with associates to pose as grooms, and groomsmen. Each person on the list was given a turn with the photos. For show she walked down the aisle with some strange looking guy who had zero interest in being here. He walked her down as the photographers snapped pictures and took their desired photos. Reva looked at the selected people wondering if this was going to be real one day. They posed for the final photo like it was a real wedding before leaving the set. Her boss came up to her with a very puzzled and concerned expression on her face.

"What is it Boss?" she asked in a cheerful tone.

"Um Reva, do you remember that guy you liked at one point?" Her boss asked her looking guilty for even asking.

Reva felt tears build up in her eyes. For years she had missed him. His death destroyed her heart. Although he was not part of the Infantry, or the Nazdar Grevaskii he still fought in a war. It was a long time ago when she heard he went off to that expedition. Her friends told her that he never returned home. That destroyed her heart and soul. None of her circles ever touched base with his friends to see if he was alive.

"Yeah." she said fighting back the tears.

"He is actually here to see you." Her boss said to her face. 

A little crew

"Once upon a time there was a Pirate who wanted to be a Captain!" a story teller read aloud to a little boy laying in bed.

"He needed a crew, and a ship to call himself a Captain. So he went into town  an searched for a crew. The pirate asked everyone he came across if they wanted to be a member of his own crew. Not one of them said yes to the Pirate. So he went to the next town that was by the sea. Now here is a port he said to himself. A port that has lots of sailors who sailed the seas! So the pirate set off to that port that was not too far from the second town. On his way to the port he had to cross a stone path that led to the port from the town. Taking this path the pirate came across a large spider web blocking the road. The pirate was about to cut the spider web when a voice stopped him. Wait, wait you cannot cut my web! A voice cried out from above. Sitting on a tree was a spider." the story teller pauses to continue the story. He clears his throat as the little boy in his bed moved a little.

"Keep going he said." the little boy stretched.

"Then why is the spider web in the path? The pirate asked the spider. I uh wanted to catch some critters like unwanted vermin and rats. This spider said to the pirate. How strong is your webbing? The Pirate asked the spider. Looking at the pirate the spider boasted his web was the strongest in the world. For a moment the pirate thought to himself and pondered over what he needed. Could your web make rope for sails or sails that can withstand a storm? He asked the spider who only smiled at the pirate. I could join you Mr. Pirate you sound like you are in need of a crew. The spider offered to the pirate. Well I am looking for a crew. The pirate said taking a look at the eight legged creature."

"So the pirate and the spider went to the port in search of more crew members. They searched every dock, house, and asked each sailor if they would join the pirate's crew. No one wanted to join their crew except a black cat offering to serve the Pirate anyway it can. Now it was the Pirate, the spider and the black cat looking for more crew members for the pirate. For long hours they searched into the night only to find sailors too lazy at night to help them. It appeared hopeless and the pirate stopped in the farthest end of the port. Here a Ketch, a two masted sailboat with a mainmast taller than the aft mast, sat next to a sloop. The pirate sat down on a barrel having found a large spider and a black cat for a crew so far. Both the Sloop and the Ketch appeared lifeless. He studied each one wondering, which one he should just take for his crew. It was dark and no one else was around. It would be great to have a sloop to command, however it required a larger crew depending on the size. A ketch could be used to fool other ships into thinking it was a harmless fishing vessel. He thought both ideas could work. Then something moved in the small Sloop drawing his attention to it. Three skeletons roamed around on deck. As the pirate watched them he noticed they were looking for something or someone. In the lead was a skeleton with a black bandanna holding up a lantern. One of the skeletons noticed the pirate and directed the rest over to him. They asked if the pirate was okay. He said he needed a ship and a crew. To his surprise the skeletons were searching for a Captain for their ship. In no time the Pirate, the spider, the black cat and the three skeletons joined up and set sail across the seas, the end." Omavern closed the book relieved to be done with his duty for the night. He looked up to find the little boy had fallen asleep holding a stuffed octopus. Omavern turned to the buxom, curvy nurse who forced him into this.

"Are you happy now?" he asked her who only smiled a joyful grin. 

Demise of Youthful Heroes 2

She knew this would become a bigger problem if this was not taken care of now. Eva looked at the two gangs that had apparently forged an alliance or some pact between them. If Mockshah were here there would be blood allover this street the next. It would be conjoined with a trail of corpses. Some part of her loved the pirate for who he was on the inside. He left her letters, flowers, and love notes wherever he was. His trail was hard to follow, but he always gave her a crumb or a hint that would go back to her other self on another world. She was two other people in the same body. One a woman with many expectations and friends. The other was a princess and heroine dedicated to the duties of her home world. Great Captain, Lilly the Bronze, Circuit Wave, and Dark Jaguar blindly jumped in to fight these goons. They clearly broke rank and foiled the position she had worked on with them time and time again.

"Dang it where is Mockshah where you need him?" she said through gritting teeth.

Eva saw her team engage the Gray Orcs and the Pink Spikes in street fighting. She herself had to fend off a few of the goons as the fighting grew fierce and the numbers started to swell. Her assembled team were good fighters and whooped a lot of butts in this street. Goons, Cronies, and Minions fell to the ground unconscious or badly injured after having their butts handed to them. She felt confident in her team as they pressed the attack on the gangs whose members started to chicken out. When they turned around to see more goons coming up they got more balls. Drawing out sharp weapons a small group of them launched themselves after Lilly and Great Captain who were caught off guard. These goons went for their legs and grappled them. Using their stiletto knives, and shivs the Pink Spikes and smaller members of the Gray Orcs stabbed the two heroes.

Eva and Dark Jaguar were now back to back. Gray Orc and Pink Spike goons launched themselves at them. Both heroes of their home world fought off the wave as best they could. Fending off a few goons at a time was easy, a walk in the park. Trying keep an entire army's worth of goons at bay was a colossal task right now. Using all her skills in combat Eva made attempts to force the goons to rout hoping that their wounded buddies would be enough to discourage them. To her misfortune none of that worked as she took down about a dozen more. Dark Jaguar whooped the butts of twenty of these goons before he started to get overwhelmed. She her self was soon grappled by half a dozen who could barely hold on to her because of the sweat on their palms. It occurred to her these goons could be under the control of someone bigger or more dangerous. She struggled to get free. Her captors held her down as several more came up with shivs and daggers. Eva looked over to see Dark Jaguar was already getting stabbed slowly.

"TONY!!!" she screamed before a hand had to muffle her mouth.

Dark Jaguar was getting stabbed in his arms and legs first before they begin going for vital organs. She watched in horror as the goons brandished their blade in front of her face. Just as the goons were about to carve into her clothes, and armor when a large head came flying into the center of the crowd. They immediately dropped her and raced to their hideouts. Eva picked herself up to check on her team. Her heart rate was rising as it pounded against her chest like a drum. Speechless all she could do was check their wounds and cover them up as best she could. Tears were rolling down her cheek as she caressed each one begging them to stay with her. She looked at the head that was thrown. It was large one with thick curly hair and the face was that of a mutant overlord's agent that was sent to control certain gangs with influence. Eva did not pick it up she went to Dark Jaguar to caress his head as the shock of the wounds caused Captain Great and Lilly to pass out.

"Stay with me, stay with me!" She begged taking off his mask. Blood was being coughed up. The goons stabbed him in the stomach a few times.

"I-I- can't go on! You need to asse- assemble a new team!" He spattered blood on her trying to speak.

"NO YOU CAN LIVE, you're going to be a daddy, you are going to be the best daddy!" she shouted fighting the tears. Jaguar lay there with stab wounds all over him, and his blood coming out. He himself was crying because he wanted to live to see his little baby.

A figure came up to them wearing a trench coat of black and a red arm band. She turned to see Mockshah wielding a Kukri Blade and a large company of soldiers and guardians who wore the same red arm band. On his head was a black cap with a dragon sitting on the symbol on his arm. It appeared like a Nazi Symbol only at a closer glance it was not. Eva looked at their faces and black uniforms. In awe she could not believe her eyes she recognized no more than forty-seven faces among the company of what was known as the New Black Coats. In command was Mockshah and one woman whom she recognized from college. Without a word these new arrivals picked up her fallen team and took them to an aircraft that landed in the street nearby.

"Guten Tag Frauline, or should I saw hello there Princess." Mockshah said stretching out a hand to help her up. She wiped away the tears and took his hand. He pulled her up like she was nothing but a rag doll. Without warning Mockshah grabbed her pulling her in for a kiss that said I have missed you my dear.