Platform Seas: Cailor's Cursed Unit(Allies)

 Catching up to Vagi was not something he tolerated. When he found her handy work, he started to appreciate her a little more. Whoever she was someone better put a ring on her. When he got up to the 27^th floor sounds of sex emitted from two doors. Rolling his eyes, he pushed on the door. It did not budge. Cailor pulled on the door handles, nothing happened. Using his Zhenrai sense he discovered an enchantment was placed on this door. Vagi’s voice could be heard begging to keep going. Getting inside would be hard and take a lot of power. As the sounds kept going, he went into ascension mode. Cailor’s spirit soared above his idle body. Thanks to his ascension he got to see past the enchantment. In pink and purple, he saw the interior. Vagi was on all fours getting plowed by a monkey humanoid hybrid with gold fur. Cailor could not keep his eyes away. Some insect crawled on the idle Cailor. He snapped out of it because of the critter. Smacking the insect, Cailor wiped it on a wall. Still at it, Vagi kept letting herself be screwed by this hybrid monkey. They must have been at it for a while. When Vagi let out the loudest moan the doors unlocked. Was this hybrid locking doors that could only be release when they finished. Cailor burst into the room. On the floor lay Vagi with a terminal device next to her. The Monkey hybrid stood up as something on her disappeared.

            “Do not try anything violent, Zhenrai. My allegiance is myself not to the Chaotic Surprise Oligarchy nor the Order of the Beast. I am Ozasis Cottuna the Goddess of Love, Pleasure, and exotic things. I do not know her name but this one was very submissive. Seeing you come up here tells me she is dear to you.” This Ozasis spoke in a very deep feminine voice.

            “Whatever you did to her don’t try that on me.” Cailor warned her.

            “My only interests are other women.” She replied to Cailor.

            “Are you a lesbian?” He asked her blinking in disbelief.

            “NO! Take her and the Nyrlax with you. I sent some messages to some loves of mine. Begone with your skoger selves from here until I leave. Away with you. “ Ozasis waved him away like he was a low peasant and she was a nobles. In a flash of pink light, she vanished.

            Vagi got up to see Cailor standing there. She was in the nude before his presence. As usual she panicked as though she snapped out of a trance like spell. Se covered herself quickly. A plaid robe wrapped around her. Putting her arms through the sleeves she picked up the Nyrlax and the clothes she wore. Captain Cailor escorted her back down a few floors. They stopped to allow Vagi to change clothes. Once she was fully dressed, they went down to the bottom level. Waiting for them outside the platform was Captain Weatherby and some members of the Basilisk crew.

            Film crews from the capitals of the VUVR’s worst nightmare, the Tante Republics. Cailor felt the hairs on his neck rise. For a second Cailor thought one of the elf reporters would approach him and their team. None of them did as he only saw a small team of eight reporters. Weatherby occupied their time and allowed them to explore with a guide. Vagi, Cailor, Zersan, Evirius, Gorris, and Izor greeted the Captain. Their new friends came up to them. Weatherby greeted each one with gratitude for joining their side. He gave Lieutenant Vagi a salute in the Vestrisian style.

            “Well done Lieutenant Naphene Vagi. That device will serve use better than grabbing nerves of steel and going forth.” Weatherby took the Nyrlax from Vagi. He looked at both Vestrisians.

            “Lieutenant, go back to the ship.” He said directly to Vagi. Weatherby turned his attention to Captain Cailor.

            “Your superiors in Borvados sent you here, right? That only means your Order’s ancient enemy could be here.” Weatherby looked a little concerned and perplexed.

            “Vearxall, so Aliscar’s followers are still around. That only means Razdor was never destroyed.” Cailor said more to himself than to Weatherby.

            “Razdor? Wait, who is this Razdor?” Captain Weatherby asked curious.

            “Nothing Captain, they are old legends from ancient times still being whispered.” Cailor replied recalling what the Zhenrai Order told him in a letter. Upon joining the ranks of the V.U.V.R. he was under the oath to never reveal the truth. They lost the last war against Razdar who still lived. Ages ago the Zhenrai Masters and Knights set off to kill Alliscar Razdor. All those men and women failed only to see Aliscar lose countless followers. Very few Zhenrai died in the last confrontation leaving Razdor wounded. There was nothing more they could do but stop the spread of his followers. He remembered his master telling him this tale as an apprentice-squire.

            Master Abi Von Bangerann told him this story when they were in Gontrella. That was after the usual border skirmishes between Blackmell Communities, Wild Beings, and Gontrellan ruffians. While they were in the port city of Eckleburg, Gontrella only twelve Zhenrai joined them. He only had the company of eight other squires who came along. Despite differences they get along well. For ten months they were there in Gontrella. Creating a bond quickly the nine of them played music together. They only entertained the people of Gontrella during the period of renewed peace. On the last month of the Orde’s mission there about ten Vearxall and forty-seven followers of Razdor attacked. It was in the form of an ambush.

            Memories of that event went away as he focused on other thoughts. He was fortunate Captain Weatherby briefed the new allies on the current conflict going on. The Vestrisian Naval Captain could accept them as volunteers. In the Zhenrai’s mind a certain woman with dark coffee skin tone appeared. Back when he was just starting bootcamp he saw this pretty woman in a black dress and white polka dots. She smiled at him and greeted him with a hello. He recalled how she lowered her head in embarrassment. This exotic woman revealed herself to be a Zema Ilam. The next day she left and vanished without out a trace that she was even there. Cailor thought to ask around, but his master and another knight he squired for told him not to. Within a year he would be twenty-one and that meant his Knighthood began.

            Left to the women who fooled the knight into believing they had no interest he abandoned hope. Around this time the Zegrav War was underway. Cailor served on the frontlines until his powers got him into covert, and special operations. Even during the peace times, the lone Zhenrai travelled all over the Valde Ocean. His missions involved hunting down villains, associates to the Vearxalls, necromancers, cultists, mad scientists, cannibal nobles, feral villages, and warlords. While on a mission he discovered he was not the only Zhenrai involved in the VUVR military. Some made it less obvious by using the standardized modern weapons.

            As War broke out in Calorn’s year 1840-1841 as the foolish Vullanese and allies declared war on the V.U.V.R. Now it was the year 1843 going on to 1844. For two long years he fought in the jungles of the Unknown Lands. As this year of 1843 came to an end, they gained a bit of ground. To the north the Vullanese forces were overrun, Nazdar troops retreated in Vimasdra, Gontrella. Both invaders were losing territory in certain parts of their empires. In the south the Gantronese lost Dorntalla, about a third of Zekmar, some allies along the coasts and starting to lose the Unknown Lands. Thanks to his former Masters, he heard more joined this conflict that was spreading far and wide.

            Out of 20, 607 fighting members about 329-636 joined the ranks of the Vestrisian Military. Nobles and Knights from all over Vestrisia flocked to the ranks next to regular citizens, peasants, farmers, and commoners. They miraculously made up 374, 014 recruits.  Looking at those statistics it was still a small number compared to the nearly 4 million that flocked to join. Thanks to the union of various kingdoms, states, and empires the Vestrisian Union had a large population and still does. Cailor waited patiently for Weatherby to dismiss him. Upon being dismissed he joined their new friends. Ools was taken in for questioning. Izor had his scratches bandaged up, but still wished to join him. Others were taken to fight the Gantronese at the city-state of Oramatra. That left him with Izor, Zersan, Gorris, and Evirius who rode back to the other platforms they seized. Going their separate ways for now they dropped him off then rode back for other new allies. The Zhenrai Captain made his way back to his residence on the taken island. Cailor knocked on the door frame. His own companion appeared at the doorframe. His own companion appeared at the door. A half Nymph with dark skin tone in an Uxane robe looked up at him.

            “Good to see you have survived Master Cailor.” She greeted him a hug.

            “Phebei I was only gone for a single day! Has anyone else found you other than Marine Corporal Sir Jurdanus?” He chastised her.

            “No one has found me at all.” Phebei replied shifting her eyes.

            “Your own mother/creator/summoner Siana Lickas wants you hidden from public eye. Ever since that carnival Master and Mistress took you away for her own show Siana feared the worst. I wished the High Zhenrai allowed you to stay with them.” Cailor folded his arms wishing they had done so.

            “Will you be going out again tomorrow?” Phebei asked him.

            “That would depend on Admiral Kezef and the Mysdran (Kevin Vorske) of this theater’s word.” He replied to her question.

            “Have you eaten yet?” she asked him.

            “Nope.” Cailor answered her.

            “Have some crab soup.” She handed him a spoon.

            Taking the spoon, he entered his residence. Inside was a table, kitchen, chairs, four small rooms. In one corner sat her small chest with her enchanted snake doll coiled around it. Beside her chest sat a sack of belongings. There was a badge on it, a spyglass in it sheath linked to the sack. A large medallion rested on a countertop. His second backpack and helmet rested in another corner. On a shelf rested a small K-55 pistol, the Nymresian gun model. A gun he found on that Carnival Master’s enforcer.

            Cailor sat down letting the Nymph hybrid serve him a meal. Eating up the crab soup that had edible seaweed, and other plants she mixed in Vagi came to his mind. The Lieutenant Secretary had secrets about her that caught his attention. He would have to ask her at some point. When he finished eating the crab and mixture the Zhenrai gulped down the broth. Letting the Nymph take his bowl and spoon made him feel like a customer.

            Getting up from his seat Cailor pressed a button that closed the door. Cailor went to his room where he had his Zhenrai blade. As he entered, he decided to bathe. Stripping his uniform combat fatigues, he wondered how Vagi was doing. Figuring her out would be impossible so it was best left alone. When he was done bathing, he wore the robe of the Zhenrai to a long rest. He woke up to the smell of coffee, steaming seaweed with meats and onions. As he got up the sound of rapping on metal came into his ears. Cailor got up to check the door first. At the door stood Admiral Kezef and a Vestrisian Political Officer next to him. Behind them stood five Orc Guards in the royal blue uniforms. Each wore the usual cap and were armed with a machinegun rifle, heavy rifle, and shotgun. At their sides hung melee weapons such as a mace, falchion, short axe, sword, and war pick.

            “Good morning Captain Cailor this is Political Officer Cijang Kennamin. We have orders for you and our new allies who joined us to push on. Clear out ten or more islands while your countrymen secure the north and the south. When you are ready Captain go meet your new volunteer unit. Kennamin the floor is yours.” Kezef stepped aside.

            “Thank you, Admiral Kezef. Captain Cailor I have been sent here to ensure morale does not waver. Victories in the Unknown Lands set off a chain reaction of uprisings across the board. While we are here, we need to recruit any pirates, aliens, or any bands or groups in this area. According to our new allies there are plenty of aliens and pirates who don’t see eye to eye or are at war with the Gantronese. Some of our pirates have gone off to raid cities still loyal to the Gantronese. Others such as smugglers will set out to get more pirates on our side from other parts of Calorn. These are your orders, Captain. Clear out any islands and recruit allies. In the process seize anything useful. Do you have any questions Captain?” The Political Officer asked. He looked Borvadosi and not pleased to be here.

            “Since you asked that large breasted elf presented that map for the Admiral. Turns out it did not need to be hooked up. This Nyrlax unveiled some projected map that listed all factions in other platforms. In languages we understood it listed six factions. Aside from Gantronese forces. That was also the word of two buccaneers we found on patrol.” Kennamin explained to the Zhenrai Captain.

            “I guess you don’t like huge tits then!” a familiar voice spat out from behind the Political Officer. “Now piss off and let me speak to this Zhenrai.”

            A big half Orc male in uniform of a combat marine stood behind the Borvadosi. Angered by this the Political Officer left, but not before handing a card of factions on it. Cailor looked at this card with a list on it. Cailor looked at this list as the half-Orc came to his side. Looking at the card he saw the statistics and numbers.

1.  Gantronese have 1,374 plus more spread out
2.   IGA/IGC managed to have 273 scattered after a mission called intervention 2741     
3. CSO still have 763 plus more in this area
4.   Aquanne Hitto have 273 renegades who left the G.I.A.
5.  Toceanids hold a platform with 93 left expecting more to arrive
6. Order of the Invincible Plume ended up with six left after a mission

“Would you like some coffee dear friend?” He asked the Half-Orc with a Celic accent

“Only if you admit to liking women with large breasts.” The half Orc said.

“Fine I do, sort of, “ Cailor grimaced. “Dang it Sergeant Gnom Orbfist. Get in here and catch up!”

The half-orc joined Cailor for breakfast. Both exchanged stories about their experiences. He had to tell Gnome about little Phebei who served them breakfast. All three dined together as Gnom explained his role as Sergeant for Cailor’s volunteer unit. He brought some arm bands with the Vestrisian Volunteer Branch flag that were in the form of the bands. Cailor put one on and handed one to Phebei in case she was discovered. The Zhenrai left the residence with the pale green half-Orc. Both went over to the tower, passing their countrymen who looked awestruck by these islands. Around the island lay Kezef’s fleet and other one. Three Privateer ships, Four Mezeen vessels, one Nahem Destroyer, and two Tante Privateer steel frigates took up the call to push back against the invaders. Cailor hoped all free nations would choose to fight back this invader.

At the tower Izor, Zersan, Evirius, and Gorris waited with seven of the new allies. Whoever Vagi came across had to be sent over to Borvados. Every single noncombatant were sent to either Ruhontrha or Ivodra. Evirius had Omurx on his shoulder who introduced the Vestrisians. Cailor took a mental note of the names of his new unit’s members. Two female barbarians in new fatigues and combat armor had names such as Friengve(ginger haired), and Sterhen (bleach haired). An Elf blue mage known as Bemere Faeris. Some noble Bard named Zaros in a GIS dyed uniform wielded a rapier and a set of daggers. Sir Ingrannus the Noble Knight of Eros wore the plated armor, armed with the usual weapons. Monn Vag was the Barbarian Merc who wore a long green tunic over camouflage paints, and chainmail shirt.  Osophi was the female Battle Mage in a green cuirass and black dress.

      When all 12 put on the Black and Blue flag arm band they went to meet the buccaneers. Under guard by Vestrisian sentries they found them to be members of another faction. Two pirate factions lived and survived here. Their names were the Sal Gahmee, which was the largest, and the Red Fang Eels. Both were just two of several pirate factions here. Once all the other alien factions came the pirates Banded together. Now they had to go behind the platforms they seized.

As for these two buccaneers, they were members of the Red Fang Eels. Orvis green, and Bria Black Bengal from Borvados, and Grussia. According to their story they were on patrol aboard a motorized Brig vessel. Orvis and Bria are survivors out of a crew of 26 of the M45 gp Brig Black Moon. All twenty-four dead crewmates were buried at sea leaving 12 cannons, 16 personal guns, 19 swords, 5 halberds, and 7 daggers.  Upon releasing them their sentries handed Cailor a sack with compasses, maps sticking out, and a shield attached to it. He had them lead his unit over to this Brig. Several cannons were mounted on the top deck while the larger ones were fixed in the lower decks. All the melee weapons and smaller guns were stuffed in the cabin parts near the Stern. Bria claimed to be the new Captain even though it did not need many crewmates to run her.

      With help from idle soldiers and marines extra supplies were stored. This included extra ammo and 39 firearms. That included heavy machine guns mounted on the deck, T.M. 13 bolt action rifles, pistols, sub-machine guns, and the new E-7 rifles. Sixteen members of Cailor’s Volunteer unit set off as the rains came down. None of them cared about the weather or the choppiness of the water. Whoever these Red Fang Eels were, they turned the sails into a roof top tent. Using engineering the brought part of the masts down with winching systems. Because of this method they used periscopes and stolen lights to help navigate. Bria steered left claiming to avoid any collision with reefs or rock formations. It did not take long for Orvis to find something. He looked through the periscope. Shouting that he found a “lost soul” on a raft he gave their coordinates. Bria blindly steered through the deluge towards this lost soul. The seas rocked them a little. Just the waves pushed her to slow down. She came to a halt.

“Will you grab the lost soul, Cailor?” she requested from the Captain.

Cailor obliged and went outside the cover. On the stern in a rain proof trench coat for fishing he held on to the rails. Holding on to the rails he made his way towards the starboard bow.  His eyes did not deceive him. Huddled against a mast to a makeshift raft clung a soaked white-haired Drow. Rain and splashing waves soaked this Male Drow to the marrow. Dressed in what was a hand-crafted sailor’s jumpsuit this lost soul belonged to a U-boat crew. Without consulting the male Drow he used his Zhenrai powers to lift him up. Bringing the soaked sailor over like this no doubt scared him, it also revealed something interesting. This sailor belonged to a U-boat crew serving the Gantronese Imperial Navy.

      Getting the soaked soul down to the deck, he thought it was safe to reveal he was VUVR. As he thought the Drow scowled and scrunched his nose. He swung at Cailor only to be held back by some of his powers. No one would expect one soul to survive a hit U-boat. Unless the crews scrambled to abandon ship or something none would even survive. Cailor did not hesitate to take him in as a prisoner of war. He was a lost soul who chose the side of the invaders. Grabbing him by the scruff of the jumpsuit Cailor dragged the P.O.W. inside the Black Moon’s interior.

      “Our lost soul is a Drow sailor fighting for the enemy invaders.” Cailor introduced them to a new P.O.W.

“Give us you, name and rank collaborator.” Gnom demanded. The young male Drow shot the Orc an angry glare. He answered of course.

“Jadar Zarneld, Seaman Apprentice, Fire Control Technician or FCT of Wakazi Class U-boat aka submarine 351.” He spat from his mouth as the water did not dry yet.

Zaros came up and dropped a cloak on him. It caused both Vestrisians to curse him. He only gave a typical excuse. This noble Bard was only being hospitable to a poor soul. Seeing this fellow native of Calorn join the enemy sickened Cailor to the pit of his innards. In the Unknown Lands he killed scores of Mulzaneen, Uxane, dozens of corrupt Orcs, Goblins, and elves. Most of his kills were Gantronese and outsiders, collaborating with the invaders. He let loose one punch before leaving for a secluded part of the Brig Ship. There he chose to meditate.

An hour passed before he felt the Black Moon move to the right. Going through the rain they zigzagged a little. Rocking and swaying them was all the steering was doing. Gnom apprehended the P.O.W. once her was dry. Bria stopped the Black Moon in calmer waters. It could only be assumed they found an island.  Out of coincidence both pirate factions and V.U.V.R. had similar missions that involved checking out this area. Orvis explained their faction was harassed the Gantronese until the Aquanne Hitto arrived.

      “Do you think these other factions will keep the Gantronese occupied?” Gnom asked one of the pirates.

      “That depends, Orc, on whether they keep fighting each other.” Zersan replied to the Orc’s question.

Cailor remembered the Card he was given this morning. He wondered I that Borvadosi Political Officer was handing them out to other units. Six of these factions came to mind again. As outlandish as their names were, he wondered what their thoughts were on the native VUVR and other states of Calorn. Did they know these countries even exist?

“So, who is leaving and who is staying?” Cailor asked looking at the new unit. All of them had the same question in their eyes. What to do with the Drow prisoner. Who was going to watch him? Orvis and Bria chose to stay with the prisoner. Sir Ingrannus also chose to stay put. The alien knight of Eros with green hair appeared a little seasick yet scared to go near these other islands. His face was one that women would ogle. Yet he reminded him of a youth he once knew that believed girls never liked him. Egall was what he was called in the hometown. The last he saw Egall the youth was storming off to join the ranks. He came back home with a broken arm in a cast and some bullet wounds.

Without Vagi here things felt dull. Since the Zhenrai just met them he thought it was best to hold off any judgement. Sergeant Gnom Orbfist, Evirius, Zersan, Gorris, Friengve, Sterhen, Bemere, Zaros, Monn Vag, Osophi and Izor stood up to leave. Cailor led the eleven-man unit he now commanded. Aboard one of the Brig’s longboats they rowed ashore. Although it was in the rain their landing went smoothly.

      The first island they were to explore lay covered in a jungle. A path made from flat stone, rusted pieces of metal, shields, flat boards, weathered leather cut into the jungle. In the rain they moved along the path in the jungle. Cutting through the jungle while using this path took them to a base. Constructed from the same material as the platform the structures of this base numbered thirty. Lined along the road these structures appeared to be abandoned. On this road they discovered forty-two dead aliens. They belonged to the CSO and this Order of the Beast. Rain kept pouring down on them showing the clouds were not done. Each female member urged they get inside. Only two structures had open doorways. Zersan, Friengve, Sterhen, and Osophi entered one of the open structures. Cailor prepared to go on without the women’s help. He turned to Zaros, Gorris, Gnom, Bemere, and Monn Vag. Izor was too preoccupied with searching the dead. Right as they huddled together to decide four loud screams emitted from the one their female friends entered. All heads turned to that one when a pair of alien Humanoids got thrown out. Friengve’s voice yelled after them.

      “Some heroes you are, grabbing us like that! Vilescepter, and Grimd you are fake heroes, spying on the CSO!” she yelled as she stormed out with the other women behind her. Zersan, Sterhen, Friengve, and Osophi pounced on the pair of perverted spies. With their fists, and boots the quartet of ladies beat them into the muddy earth. None of them stopped until neither of the spies breathed. Cailor waited for them to calm down. His eyes looked for Izor who went over to the other side of the base according to Gorris. Their lizard humanoid found propellers for planes and ships. His eyes looked wide with joy.

“We make camp here. You ladies occupy that one while the men share another building close to you. Evirius run back to the Brig vessel to inform Bria.” Cailor ordered the Elf who proved to be a better rower in these conditions.

Entering the one the women did not take they found beds for nine in a large room. In the very back of this room sat an alien skull. Called a Jeka the being this skull belonged to fit the description of a five horned hound-tiger-cow with blue fur. Cailor checked to see if the rain let down any. It only got worse by a little bit. The wind picked up as though a tropical storm was forming nearby. For one hour they waited for the rain to let down. Evirius returned with news that their friends would stay put on board the ship. Waiting longer got a little boring fast. His unit voted to check the rest of the 28 structures.

Under the pour rain they checked the others. Inside the third one they opened was a chest full of trinkets. One larger building contained a broken cage for a predator. A cannon-mortar set up as a booby trap. Every one of them were glad this one was a dud. A failed trap proved very safe in his experience. One of the shed sized structures had a winged bizarre chest. After seven tries they gave up. Zaros opened a door to another one which had large spiders the size of dogs. Their bard was already getting caught in the webs forced them to kill the spiders. Cailor ordered Gnom to smack him and sent back to the Brig ship. Losing one member of his unit through punishment was preferred over losing one in combat.

Fourteen idols from different shrines were found stashed away inside a small one room house. At the end of this road village lay a collapsed ruined tower. Unlike the metal constructed buildings this tower was made from mudbricks. Next to the fallen tower lay a pair of boots soaked in the rain. In the rain the large one large figure emerged out of the jungle near the tower. Covered in vines, foliage, moss, and leaves and island Ogre approached them.

      None of them could tell it could see them through the rain. This Ogre picked up a piece of mudbrick and threw it. The piece landed at their feet. As he watched this scene Cailor felt the urge to strangle some fake singers who said Ogres did not exist anymore. When the Ogre another piece Cailor stopped it using his powers like any Zhenrai Cailor sent it back into the Ogre’s skull. Hit with its own weapon the jungle Ogre collapsed. With the Ogre out of the way they passed the fallen tower.

Even though the rain fell heavily they pressed on. This fallen tower collapsed on part of the road that became a crossroads. It was obvious this collapsed happened less than a hundred years ago. Cailor chose the path on the right. Due to the collapsed tower they had to climb over portions of the debris. From beneath the debris a tall Red Mantis humanoid assassin emerged. This well-hidden assassin was shot up the moment it revealed itself. Shrugging off this ambush Cailor’s unit went onward. Beyond the collapsed tower this road went to a bridge. Made from the same materials as the platforms the bridge connected the island with another. Dusk was not even close to arriving. Rain kept up and the wind calmed down.

      Using his ascension Cailor took a quick glance to observe the island. He could go high to see more, but the clouds would block his view. From this vantage point the Zhenrai glanced ahead of them. The long-arched bridge connected to a road. Made from planks of wood and stone this road went further on the island. Cailor spotted a fork in this road and the rest of the island covered in jungle trees. He can barely make out the structures in the jungles. Among the foliage and on the beach on the right flank, he counted five vehicles. This island appeared larger than the ones holding the platforms. He looked over the other road to see it led to another island. One of his volunteers tapped him on the shoulder. Cailor got out of the ascension mode. Gorris had touched him. The Dwarf, Izor, Monn Vag, Gnom, Evirius and Bemere gazed at him in awestruck.

      “We need to press on to the others. Omurx go ahead to the women. Tell them we are crossing that bridge.” Cailor ordered the creature Vagi found.

For a moment each one were about to say something. None of them did. Wondering if he should press on further Cailor spotted movement in the rain. His eyes became transfixed on this new encounter he saw coming. Signaling with his hands he ordered his unit to come his way. The ones who came along twirled around. With trigger happy fingers they gunned down an enemy unit. Just because they were not Gantrons did not mean peaceful encounters. This attacking unit could have overwhelmed them if he did not notice that. A total of sixty-three humanoid mutants, batmen, wolfmen, brutes, reptilians, and cyborgs lay in the mud.

He expected this force overrun them. From behind the rest of his unit came to aid them. With a full unit he crossed the bridge to find one extendable truck that could hold more attackers. As the rain started to let down his unit went into the jungle covered road. Getting through this brough them to a village sheltered from the rain by a large dome. Cailor could not tell it was there due to the camouflage and the rain. Situated in the form of a cul-de-sac eleven buildings sat clean as a whistle. Behind these buildings sat more buildings. In the center stood a well-dressed mutant with a green face and a tank with no turret.

“Ah, Zersan, Sterhen, Friengve how are those tits growing? Ha ha I bet they get milked and suc-“ whoever this fine dressed mutant was Zersan wanted him dead. She shot him in the head. Her gunshot caught the attention of five other humanoids. A Red Mutant berserker brute in a tattered jumpsuit, one spider mutant humanoid spawn, a lizard humanoid on a hover bike, some primate mutant, and one screen scaled warrior. Although they appeared outnumbered these mutants had a drug induced adrenaline surging through them. Cailor’s unit formed a circle before the mutants attacked. This encounter turned out to be a one-sided fight in their favor. Yes, guns kept winning however ammunition could run out quickly.

When those attackers failed Cailor turned towards the end of the cul-de-sac. The path wrapped around a single building. At the entrance to this one stood a pair of spike armored Vorcadam(oriental warriors). One wielded a pike and the other a long blade. Dropping his gun Cailor prepared to fight these two. Unsheathing his messer sword and Mace Cailor entered combat mode. Neither of the two dressed up warriors even saw him. His movements were a slight blur to the naked eye. Making a bloody mess of these two Cailor cut off one’s head, and bashed in the second warrior’s face.