Written By: Epicstu Wyyverwriter and Robert Whitmore

A Plasma bolt sears across the air burning another hole in a target. Egils deep stern voice speaks behind me.

“Low again Sarah. Change your stance. Might want to try spreading your feet farther apart for better balance.”

Doing as he says and moving my left foot further forward. Aiming on the target once again. Focusing on the very center squeezing another shot off. This time hitting the dead center.

“That’s better. Keep it up. One day you will be as good as some elves.” he says very cheerfully.

“And how many years have you trained with the Elven LR-15s?” I ask him.

“Well as a dwarf I have lived with the elves for over 400 years. But we only have worked with them for the last 22 years. Only picking up some of their tech 1 year later. Though being a master blacksmith I have helped improve their tech and we have made a new line of weapons used by humans, elves and dwarfs.”

“This is a waste of time,” I growl under my breath. “Why learn to shoot when I command Dead snow, sleet, and blizzards,” I fire off shots rapidly in anger driven by sorrow and lost pride. “Every second spent with these infernal weapons is another second my Lord suffers at the hands of that monster,” wind carrying teal hued snow whirls around me uncontrollably. I set the LR-15 on the table before me and force myself to calm until the wild breeze subsides. “I need a drink,” to myself I admit firing the weapon as I just had to be somewhat satisfying.

*          *

“Arch. Demons,” he says as Snow approaches him. “They never change do they,” the large red horned figure slams his drink and throws the empty bottle at the tiny red imp behind the counter. “Well, actually they change every week or less.”

“This is a bad Idea,” I urge Snow to leave the damned bar. “Do you even know who that is?”

“Not so fast bookworm,” the Demon slams his new bottle of liquor on the bar table before him. “I’m not finished with my lecture yet and there will be a pop quiz at the end,” he stands tall and fat, pointing at me, “so pay attention.” He continues, “you see, Archdemons, are titles not given, but taken. Every Archdemon has been slain and their title taken a dozen times over.” He puts his face real close to ours, “but not me. So I ask you, Warpriestess, why do you come to me last?”

“I need a commander,” Snow replies maintaining her poise. “Dante will follow no one else.”

“Wait?” the red Demon takes a step back. “You summoned Dante to help you? Now, that was a bad Idea.”

“He asked for you specifically,” Snow flies up and leans on the red Demon’s horns playing with his crown of fire. “You aren’t scared of him, are you Red?”

“Me scared? Never,” the red Demon replies with a slight crack in his voice from hidden fear. “I’ll lead your army, kid. On one condition, you get me out of this dump.”

“Deal,” Snow smiles and extends a hand.

“And I want one of those fancy weapons,” the Red Demon exclaims. “What are they called, Wyvern.”

“It’s Wyyvern,” I interrupt.

“Yeah well, no one asked you, Bookworm,” the red Demon extends a hand. “Do we have a deal, little lady?”

“Deal,” Snow says as they shake hands.

*          *

Sauntering down the main corridor in the United making my way to the Cafe and bar. Where i plan to relieve my stress and anger. The lights around me brims down as someone places their hand on my shoulder. “We need to talk.” A tall, black haired man with a full beard wearing a grey feathered hood and cape collapses to his knees as I grab his hand and twist it, “hey, hey, it’s me. It’s me! It’s Vladamir Korvachoff!”

I don’t let go, “I know, what do you want Vamp Angel?”

“The,” he is interrupted by the ship shaking and the alarms blaring. “The Victors are here.”

Finwe’s voice booms out over the ship speakers. “We are under attack all hands to battlestations. Pilots to the hangar.”

“Come on, I need to get to the bridge. I don’t know what to do in this situation on their ships. Though we need to convince the Elves not to kill them. The power of their ships is epic. If the Buitres Muerto are attacking they don’t stand a chance.” Running as fast as possible with Vlad in tow. Getting to the lift system. Hitting the call button and the doors open. Leaping in hitting the button for the bridge at the same time. Vlad getting in at the last moment before the doors slam shut and the lifts accelerates quickly upward nearly tossing Vladimir on the floor. Finally easing to a stop the doors pull apart revealing the Bridge with all its consoles and controls. Dashing into the bridge seeing Lord Finwe at the front. His skin pale silver and the magical blue lights floating around him move ever faster. “Lord Finwe I know who is attacking!” He turns around eyeing Vladimir quickly. “Is this the person who just got on board. Nevermind him right now we can discuss him later. Who is attacking?” 

“It’s the Victors ships, Buitres Muerto. They’ve been taken by Nyarlathotep, this is not their fault!” I urge, “if we rough them up a bit, maybe we can shake his hold on them.”

“You will never find their wares anywhere else, I guarantee it” Vlad cuts in. “Freeing them would be a benefit.” he says in his gruff voice.

“Ok then we will disable them. Gunners standard round at their vital areas!”

Viewing the main cannons as they begin tracking towards the Buitres Muerto. Below the sound of energy charging vibrates through the decks. Finally the cannons stop tracking and Fire. beams of light surge from each barrel from all 3 ships finding marks on the Buitres Muerto. Impacting on her creating large holes all along her hull. Buitres Muerto responds by firing rockets. Then static light utters out from her hull as she vanishes into the darkness of space.

“Sir we lost the enemy vessels the scanners can’t pick them up anymore.” ushers the sensors officer.

“Incoming rockets sir.” quizzically the Weapons officer says. The rockets in question finally impact on United shields shaking the ship but not penetrating the shield as they explode in bright orange colors. 

“Shields now down to 97% if that’s the best they got. It will take them a very long time to take our shields down.”

Finwe Turns to the Elven Woman standing near him. She has long White golden hair that sways as if in a Magical wind. Her long light green dress with a Gold belt clasped around her waist adorned with the star of Avisern. Around her neck hangs a Silver golden chain with a golden brooch with Galadriel’s Hair shining brightly wrapped around a single Sapphire radiating light in hues of spectacular colors. Her face perfectly curved as if carved by a goddess. Her skin vibrating in a light blue Magical shin pulsating as little blue lights dance around her. She looks at Finwe  

“Nëastar take care of the shields.”

Smiling she walks closer to the view screens. Spreading her arms out as her hands begin to glow brighter as magical orbs form in her palm. Circling her right arm a light trail forms as she then sends her left hand through the middle and casting her orb from her hand. Outside the shield shimmers as the magic connects with it. Nëastar then speaks in a very harmonic sweet voice. I sense the other vessels. They are off our starboard side. I will Highlight them with my magic.”

Sure enough out on the starboard side both ships begin to shin deep red. They then slide out of their cover attempting to pounce on us again. 

“They are making another attack run Finwe. Oh, I just remembered their ships can repair themselves. ” I speak out. 

Sure enough black mist form up around the holes. Starting to fill them. 

“Gunners target lock on that vessel. Prepare the Railguns.”

The United begins to turn aiming her Bow to the Buitres Muerto as a Red target icon shows up on the view screen directly in front of us. A yellow and blue target Icon also shows up with small labels over them. 1 reading Inde and the other reading val. 

“Target locked sir. Firing Missile Pods 2 and 4 then firing the railguns.”   

Long lance Missile streak away from the ship. With a long vrrrrrrr that gets louder then with a very crisp clang followed by a deafening blast as the Railguns fire. The whole ship shakes from the shock as 2 solid steel slugs impact the Buitres Muerto at Super Sonic speeds tearing right through one side and punching clean out the other side also hitting the other vessel at the same time the Missiles detonate in massive explosions of Yellow reddish light as more of the Buitres Muerto is destroyed. Buitres Muerto Careens from the impact as the ship begins to morph from a long tubular shape into a more compact cylinder. Unable to fully reform itself the ship is left with even more massive holes from the material that no longer exist. Both vessels finally stop their movements as a purple light streaks out from them. Silence follows and neither return fire.

The Comms Buzz, “Transmission coming in sir.” Says the comms officer.

“Ah, my head….. Wanna buy some……” A thud sounds.

“Ah great” says a like sounding male voice. “Well the living can only take so much I guess. Oh well, he’ll be fine. Hey! By the way wanna Buy some Ammunition? Just made a few Million rounds of what you kicked our collective asses with. Now I’ve got overstock. All at Discount prices…. No refunds!”

“This is Lord Finwe of the Republic of elves. Sorry for giving your ships a savage beating.” 

“ Don’t be, you have any Idea how long it has been since I got a good battle in. My ship needed a good dusting anyway,” the voice replies. “Names Victor Wares, owner and proprietor of Victor’s Wares and Void Transportation,” a creepy cat with wide eyes and a treasure smile appears behind Lord Finwe. “My card,” he hands a business card over. As Finwe wheels around to accept the card. “The other me will give you the same sales pitch when he wakes up. He may require medical attention though, got a sick bay?” 

“Yes we do. We will be more than willing to give you assistance after what we just did to you.”  

“Excellent! Terrific! Fantastic! Phenomenal! B-E-A-U-T-Full!” the cat won’t stop as he continues, “Wonderful, Ecstatic, Amazing!”

“Iron! Ram!” Suddenly Victor turns to dust. “That was the Undead one right?”

“You are lucky I was,” Victor scowls as he reappears next to her. 

Giving Sarah a stern look and the magical shin from his skin turns silver for a moment. “Sarah you really need to control your self more. When will you learn to hold back?”

“When he shuts up,” Sarah replies. Sighing at Finwe’s gaze, “yeah, I’ll work on it,” she crosses her arms. “Ever since I lost my hood, I can’t dial it back, I honestly only wanted to knock him out. Got something I can practice on, or can I keep using Zombie Victor here, haha, or maybe Vamp Angel!” Noticing that Finwe is not amused, “yeah, like I said, I’ll work on it.”

*          *

“Dante,” the red Demon greats his old acquaintance with a scowl.

The horror to behold bows, “my friend, how have you been?”

“I hate you,” the red Demon replies.

“Love you too,” Dante chuckles. “A fine army she has constructed, this will be fun.”

“Fun for the Archdemon of Death, is never fun for the rest,” the red Demon sighs.

“Enough, both of you,” Snow snaps. Normally a Demon fears nothing, but Snow has a righteous wrath about her that causes the hordes of Hell to shutter. “Heaven has fallen! God is taken! You are this Multiverses last hope! Why should you care? This question sits upon many of your minds and I have no answer for you. However, I do not care that you do not care! You have been lent to me by your master and If you do not stand with me then I shall rip you from existence where your lack of caring will do you know good or evil!” In her eyes they see Heaven’s power to do so, so they bow. For non-existence is not a fate any would choose over even Hell itself. “On me! We have a Kingdom to save.”

“Remind me not to get on your bad side,” the red Demon remarks.

“Daww… you could never,” Snow replies giving him a hug. “Onward!” her expression returns to righteous anger. “Send Nyarlathotep to oblivion!” She demands, and the Hellion horde she constructed roars in response as they follow Snow to her war.