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Day 2
Outside of Koley Railyard, Koley,
Libor Province,
Republic of Polavia


As the first fire fight died out, Silas went around the team. Even if they didn't need it he slugged everyone magic , green for healing, sparkling off his knuckles. All except Borys and Felix. They got to watch him stalk towards them and pull his cudgel. They had about 12 seconds between them before he swung for center field. And lucky them he remembers to turn his healing magic in! Only the impact and the healing and none of the damage the spiked cudgel would have done.

As things die down he goes about the field and starts to pillage abit. Bandages, a few vials of morphine, a really nice antibiotic autoinjector from one of the officers.

And just as hea about to jump aboard the trucks he slows. Then whistles. "Hello there my dear." Bending over and pulling a KS-23 from the cooling hands of one of the bodies. Rifling through pockets he finds a handful of the large shells meant for the immense scatter gun.

As he boards up he pulls the smaller scattergun off his shoulder and offers it around, "Anyone got room? I just found something even better." He pats the big cannon with s grin.

He sets the smaller shotgun in a carry bin in the back and as he plays scavenger in the back of the truck for.more ammo the rolling fire fight begins. He snails, "we cannot catch a break!" Drawing his pistol he rattles off some shots. Plugging one of the passengers. Then turning and shouting "Malaka what did I tell you about needing to heal you again!" He shouted having to watch Borys hold up.against shots again.

Ad they approached the train he helped get people aboard before boarding himself. And just in tome as their ride got rammed. He leans out the car, "Rowan? Felix? Malaka!"

But soon they are racing back. He motions, "Come on!" Helping to get them on board and if the haymakers he gives them.both are a little bit more vehement then needed well that's a Healers Rage for you.

He does pull his cudgel and wails on the big cat for abit making damn sure he's healed. One blow...two...three...four. he expects someone to stop him at one point. Right before he stops himself.

He flops to the train car floor, "you know what...a few days ago...while.doing house calls i thought i missed this crap...Wonder why?" He slugs his way over and cracks a crate, "hmm don't think they'd miss a bottle huh?" Rwaching into his medbag he pulls a wicked looking knife using it to Crack the top, "emm..." and he tips back before offering the bottle around, "might be the only joy we get for awhile." He expound as everyone catches their breath.
Day 2
Grestin Monastery,
Somewhere overlooking the the village of Pristupin,
Libor Province,
Republic of Polavia


Silas growls, getting to his feet after getting into cover with Rowan. He grumbles the first fire fighting running it's course. He only then rounds on Rowan, "Better to be alive then standing in the open. Broken casts, and forgiveness are easier to recover from and get then a bullet in the forehead." He tugs his coat and plate carrier back into place after the brief wrestling match.

He gives her a strangely caring look, no not caring. Almost parental. He sniffs and shakes his head. Before he looks away though, she has about enough time to gasp in surprise as his big fist whistles through the air and smacks her on the shoulder. His knuckle dusters glowing. And his healing magic rippling through her.

He turns away from her with abit of a smile, "Okay let's see, anyone else?" He looks around spotting Borys, he nods, "Ahhh I see." He checks everyone else visually first making sure no one else needs help. He's crossing the distance between them, when that UAZ mounted DShK starts to cough. Silas snarled, "Ahhh Malaka!" He dodges back, then digs into his pack, "Damn! I forgot to grab smokes." He growls. He ducks and Roadie Runs the rest of the way to Borys. He looks him over, pawing at him to check him over, "Ahhh you're relatively okay." And the rabbit punch to his shoulder sends that wave of healing magic through Borys, he then turns and checks for a clearing during the fire, growling back at Borys, "Don't make me do it again too soon!" Silas racks his shotgun and coughs one, two rounds the way of the UAZ and the approaching OpFor, "I don't know if we want to wait here for too long!" He shouts as he Roadie Runs back to Rowan. Sliding on his knees into place beside her. He nods to her, "Looks like we can't stay apart huh?"

He moves onto the flank with her, ducking from cover to cover. As Rowan hid behind a tree, Silas again Roadie Ran his way up closer. Close enough that he could hear the SA soldiers barking at each other. He waved to Rowan to give her a visual signal of his location. He saw her draw another potion and that ugly cloud of gas forming. He nods, waits, until some of the baddies started to cough in reaction. That's when he swung out from behind his cover and pumped the last of the rounds in the tube of his shotgun into the SA thugs from the side.

Thump, Thunk, Crunk, Ka-dun.

He chortles, "Ahhh like doing the work of the Gods." He says as he swings back into cover and begins to reload his shotgun. Ducking down low when a few of the thugs wicker rounds at his cover, "Your aim leaves alot to be desired!" He calls to them keeping those few with their attention on him.
Day 1
Somewhere outside the village of Pristupin, Libor Province
Republic of Polavia
Camping Out


The only thing he could really do is sit there and listen. And can't help but grin, "If you think I have any ability to pass on the religious judgement...you're wrong. I'm a Medic not a Priest. And I know less about animal husbandry." Okay maybe he's being too literal. As people are sipping tea and going over the plan he digs into his medic pack, "Come on...it's not just for disinfecting things..."

He gives off semi-committal grunts are things are discussed. He got the gist of it. A tough situation, worry about being discovered, identification problems. He hums and wonders to himself if he should have remembered to bring his Polavian Medical Licence. He really should have had it on him all the time to make it look like he's a registered member of the the medical community around here. Maybe it would have worked to get them past a check point or two in the future. Stupid of him to forget it.

As everyone is being so serious he finally crows, "Ah ha! Knew I had it here!" A tall maybe foot long tin canister, a jury rigged canteen, maybe 3 inches wide, "I knew I had brought something along!" He popped the top, anyone within about 5 feet would get the scent of a truly strong vodka. He tips it back and growls happily, "Ahhh that will wake you up. Good for three things, Killing Brain cells, disinfecting wounds and de-greasing engines." yes he passes it around. A little rot gut hurts no one.

Day 2
A Date with Unfortunate Ideas
Grestin Monastery,
Somewhere overlooking the the village of Pristupin,
Libor Province,
Republic of Polavia


You ever just stop to look at the Stars?

As the ragtag, rough team moved through the trees and brush and cool of the night, Silas found himself stopping and looking up through the canopy, at the stars above. The Night sky. He sniffed and rubbed a gloved hand over his nose, "Malaka it's always something else." HE took a moment to watch a big bright blue star, one of the old Navigation Stars burn in the dark of the night above.

He then looked back down and scanned the crew.

Falling into Medic mode as he scanned everyone. Some were showing stress, other nerves, a few anxiety. He sniffed and trudged up, digging into his medical pack, grabbing a small bottle of water. Walking up and smacking it into Keodis' chest, "Drink, Hydrate. Calm your nerves yeah? Gamoto this is a screw up." He sniffs and tries to run up to Rowan, but before he can get there they reach the edge of the woods and the ruins beyond. He palms his scattergun, "Damn..." And the spread of military types among them and the outpost, "What the hell is this?"

He's turning to the others when the argument between Felix, Rowan and Oksana began. He sighed and rubbed his nose, "Probably part of the reason that Reactor burned down right there." He says to no one in particular.

He looked and he could tell what was about to happen as Rowan tensed then began to move. "vlammeni! What are you! Gamoto!" He growls as explosions of potions began to crack, Rowan's whip cracked. He spent all of about 15 seconds before he wracked the slide of his scattergun, really wishing he had his big KS right now. He surged up, and tried to tackle Rowan, down off the wall and down into cover. Growling at her as he does, "Do not make my job of all things harder you damn fool! Be angry, kill people. But do not kill yourself!" He tried to drag Rowan into cover behind a pillar of stone. Peeking around the pillar and then blind firing towards a group of the enemy. He growled, "Gamóto, tha katouríso to spíti sou kai ólous tous syngeneís sou!"

Day 1 0630
St. Vitali Memorial Clinic
Village of Pristupin, Libor Province
Republic of Polavia


"Silas! Silas! Get your Lipolin ass up you fuck!" The voice is growly and honestly sounds like nails on a chalkboard. The kind of voice that is either a politician, a unloved teacher or a landlord. Depending on where you are could be two of the three at once or even all three. They aren't mutually exclusive. In this case Danov Kerril is the land owner on which the Clinic sits on. Normally he'd be speaking to the clinic director. But today he's bugging the squat looking dark haired olive skinned man who comes stumping down from a attic room. Silas looks slightly up at the man, and looks about to say something when Danov shoves a list into Silas' chest. Silas blinks. Then Danov growls. "Director Krenic says for you to do home visits." Silas sighs. Not even opening time and he's already been voluntold. With a nod he watch Danov limp off. Honestly wondering if he could just smack.the man upside the head, healing his hip and give him an up...nah not as fun this way. He checked the time and the list of visits. Of course the first one is across town and in less then 30.minutes. Gathering his medical bag and EMT gear he heads out. Silas has got alot to do today. He'd seen the last name though Babushka Oksana. Atleast his last visit will be nice.

Day 1: 17:40:10...
Oksana's Babushka's House (Oksana's Grandmother)
Somewhere outside the village of Pristupin, Libor Province
Republic of Polavia


The door swung open and the old lady looked up at Silas. She grinned. "Doctor Lipoli, Come to visit Grandma? Time for check up already?" She gave a dry cackle and turned waving Silas inside. He grinned, ever since he got here and took up Babushkas care she's always been a hoot. Arthritis, osteoporosis and other maladies but she still cackled with the best. And wasn't afraid to whack him if he was being stupid.

She sat at the table and placed her arm on it. "Come on then. Do your worst." Silas grinned.

So began her check up.

Day 1: 18:01:42...
Oksana's Babushka's House (Oksana's Grandmother)
Somewhere outside the village of Pristupin, Libor Province
Republic of Polavia


Silas is just packing up his kit when Babushka pats his arm, "You stay for dinner yes? Shanka be home soon. Say hi. Oh...maybe them now!" She shuffles to her feet. And goes to answer the door. That's when a whole gaggle of people enter moments later. He stares, looking shocked to see so many people come to visit the old lady. He stands there like a deer in the headlights.

Holy...he knows some of these people...at a distance anyway.

And thats why he tries to tug his shirt sleeve down over the Reactor undershirt he has on under his tan colored t shirt.

Silas coughs "Lots of guests there grandma." He calls, looking st the group. Oh yes he recognizes a few of them. And he recognizes the aftermath of a brawl, and a flight from something.

Great.

He takes a deep breath and begins to help set out the bowls, "Sure you're gonna have enough Babushka?" The old lady smacks him on the shoulder, "Plenty, sit, make friends. Silas works his jaw the does as hea told looking around at everyone. He chuckled, "So...what happened?"

And the explanation is a story.

Day 1: 21:21:42
Babuskha's House (Oksana's Grandmother)
Somewhere outside the village of Pristupin, Libor Province
Republic of Polavia


Stepping outside with the group he hikes his medics bag up then turns "Keep up with your medicine." He waves her off as she cackles and raises the glass of whiskey she's sipping. "Yes that too. And if you need anything ask for Jadin At the clinic."

He's turning back to the group as they are arming up. "Alright, trust then...the lot of you are going to need a medic sooner or later. I never thought I'd be working with a Bunch of former Reactor again. But well why the hell not?"

Reaching into the crate he digs about. And soon finds a workable revolver something that fits his tastes and a decent scatter gun, nothing like the big KS23 he left behind...at the clinic with the remains if his Reactor gear. But he had his Hippocratic Oaths and his big Red Cross Club atleast. On top of his medics bag. He could do his job at least.

He slipped the knuckle dusters on, and took a deep breath as he could feel the magic swell, "Emmm thats nice." He mutters to himself mostly.



It only feels like the end


For the Scion


4 months after landing


"Alright Ladies and gentleman, this is it. Almost a decade since his father broke the Conan's Wheel Record and set a new one. What do you think Eddie?" The other voice on the PA barks, "I tell you, Magnusson and Hafþór and I used to fight tooth and nail to keep up with Victor, the man would set something down, Mag would break it by one, then Hafþór and I would match it or break it, then Victor would come along and set a new upper limit. Back then the World Strongest Man was bonkers. And here we have a whole new crop of kids and young man who are bonkers strong too. And of course no surprise." Eddie Hall gestures at the ground and Jamie throws a arm into the air, pumping up the crowd. The other announcer nods, "There he is Jamie Cole Kanatariio, son of Victor Kanatariio, famous WSM champion. Victor still holds records in most of the events that we've seen. But today, the son may have a chance to break his father's record."

Eddie claps and shouts down, "Come on Scion! Lock in." Jamie grins and salutes one of his teachers. He settles in getting a good Zecher grip on the Conan's Wheel. Eddie speaks into the mic again, "Victor set the last record at 1529 degrees, people have gotten close but no one has had the hard stamina and power to break it. Closest is 1289, set by Will Tecker 2 years ago. But during interviews Jamie said he's been doing some heavy training. Apparently he took a break off for abit doing that work his publist won't talk about. Sure we all thought Victor and Natalie were trust fund babies until that fight in Basel years ago. But never got it straight. But you can tell Jamie is hungry. He wants his Father's record. Here we go!"

An air horn bleats. Jamie surges, lifting the heavy bar and the huge basket of stones off the ground and begins to walk the circle. Step after step.

Minutes later

"That's 900 degrees, he's on track. Can he keep going?" Eddie leans forward, "By now, most other competitors would be faltering, but Jamie looks locked in, he's on track to meet his father, I can just imagine the inner gaze of this guy, he can probably see the ghost of his dad walking in front of him. Come on Scion!" Old Arnie himself paces slowly along with Jamie, motioning him to keep going. Other competitors are on their feet hollering for him not to give up.

Jamie is hard locked, nothing matters but his feet stepping, keeping the weight centers. He's got a long way to go.

More time later

"1280...1285....1290! He just walked right by Teckers attempt and hasn't slowed down! He's on perfect track he could make it!" Eddie hall hollers, "Come on Scion! Don't you dare slow down! Come on! Muscle on! Come on! You're seeing it here, record in the making. Scion Jamie Kanatariio on track to maybe beat his dad!"

Jamie huffs, red in the face, but not once slowing down. In his mind he can see his dad pacing just in front of him, buckled down and just out of reach. But every step lets him catch up.

Moments later

Eddie screams into the mic, old Arnie inching along with Jamie, old Arnie screaming, "Come on boy 1500...you got this come on!"

Eddie bellow, "1510...1515...I can't believe I'm seeing this...1520..."

Jamie roars suddenly and picks up speed, huffing breathes.

Eddie growls, "1525...dear god...he's gonna do it! Come on Scion!"

The crowd roars as the degree counter breaks 1530 degrees.

Eddie Hall screaming and bouncing up and down. Old Arnie cheering even as Jamie keeps going, more steps. Eddie almost blubbering, "1550...1555...wait...he's faltering...he's...get medics in there!"

Jamie finally falls at 1564 degrees. A small trail of blood leaking from his nose from where he bashed it on the metal length he'd been holding the whole thing up with. Panting he lays on his side, then throws a hand in the air from the ground, causing the stadium to go crazy.

Eddie and the other Announcer hollering into mics, "He did it! he beat his own fathers record and set the bar even higher! His record stands at 1564 degrees on the Conan's Wheel! I can't believe it, history of the WSM has been made here tonight with Scion Jamie C. Kanatariio setting a new record. I don't know where ol Victor is, but he's probably cheering his son on. Ahhh Jamie's back on his feet! Let's hear it folks. Ol' Arnie himself is out there with the young man of the hour!"

The televised event closes with Jamie red in the face puffing hard as a billows, speaking with Eddie Hall and Ol' Arnie about his accomplishment.

The Memorial


While one portion of the team paid respects to Skye in their way, Ban Kingo knelt to the side, wearing white from head to toe, a replica of his armor, the breastplate that looked like yoroi, but kevlar and plates instead rested lightly on his shoulders, white ribbons on his head, around his arms, with a white kimono under his armor. White being the color of death in Japanese culture.

He knelt in front of the memorial, going through a classic Japanese Buddhist funeral ritual. But with a fairly ancient looking additions.

At one point he stands and with a war fan in one hand, and a tree branch with white paper ribbons on it he did a funerary dance in front of the memorial. Then in another moment he bursts into a Sword Dance, as if defending the memorial from something coming to stop the spirit from making it to the beyond. In the end he kneels once more, and cracks open a bottle of sake. Pouring two cups, sliding one to the memorial and quaffing back the other.

He stays slightly apart from the group, and whispers, "Skye...thank you...I loved you...I would have said but we were busy. Rest well...I seek your permission to return to Japan, return to my family. My debt to you must have been paid by now. But if you ever need me...don't hesitate to call for me, even if it's from beyond the grave.

A few days later back in Japan


Ban sat across from Sam, looking over the orgy of information. All the Amagi Groups closest enemies, and their allies, information on the biggest families as well. There was dirt on the Inagawa and Sumiboshi-kai clans, even a whole section on the Kobe Yamaguchi-gumi the traitors. But what surprised him the most was dark dirt on their parent clan, the Yamaguchi-gumi, the largest, strongest and richest Yakuza clan in all of Japan.

He looked across at Sam in awe, "Sam-sensei...you are amazing. I'll have to turn the stuff on the Yamaguchi in, the Amagi and the Kingo clan are members of their Clan, I would never think of trying to back stab them. But, the other stuff, I can use." He smiles.

Leaning back then listens to her provisos and limitations. His hand clenches on his sword grip, "Agreed...I'll take down the smaller clans around here, stomp them out, take back these lands for the Amagi Clan. But I agree, no human trafficking...and as an addition we'll keep drugs and liquor away from children and families as much as we can." He draws his sword and slits open the back of his forearm shallowly, "I swear on my blood and my blade, I'll do right by what you've given me Sam-sensei...thank you." He smiles then reaches across and shakes her hand, "Keep an eye on the newly weds for me would you? Please? I think I'll be busy too busy to come and check on anyone. I have alot of fighting and death ahead of me. The Kingo Family and Amagi Clan have things to do." He stands up and gathers everything up, "Thank you for the meal, thank you for your help. If you need me...for anything...call on me." He bows, nearly 90 degrees, low and respectful for a Japanese gentleman, "Arigato Sam-sensei."

Then with a hug and a smile, Ban vanished.

A few weeks later on the News

And in international news, rumours of an underworld war in Japan has been proven true, Yakuza groups have been in a state of war all across the nation for months now, a small yakuza clan called the Amagi Clan got into a fight with a southern yakuza clan, but recently the Amagi Clan and their sub families have been pushing back.

Correspondents across the nation say Yakuza groups are falling one by one due to a strike team lead by a man with a silver sword.

Yamaguchi-gumi spokesmen have been approached, as the largest and most influential Yakuza in the Nation they only commented that the situation is under control. People in the affected areas have said they feel safe despite regular fights in the streets.

We'll keep you in the news as things progress.

On to the weather...
Ideas so far:

Short-King Earth Mage (Think Dwarf with a twist)
One Trick Only (knows one spell and only one spell)
Canadian Free Healthcare (hehe...hehehe....I can dip into my Healer Rage from all my MMOs)
Really?

Well despite my often spotty schedule I would like to put my foot forward. If you'll have me again.
Earlier...


Ban slowly stood up from where he and Thalia had taken down the platoons moving up the hill. HE grits his teeth and thumps his torso just above his wound. Wincing, "Ah...balls...Ancestors...i'm getting..."

He spun the rifle slung at his hip, his hand going for his sword, his usual go too. In the distance an explosion, a few of them actually. And then what looks like a rocket sailing into the air. He follows it, "Thalia! It's coming this way!" The pair track it, and as it comes crashing down they both run over to it. In time for the safety shield to burst off. Thalia gets to the rotund woman first knocking her over.

Laura...

She manages to get free but is still when a long blade settles on her shoulder, the edge of the Naginata he quickly put together rests on her shoulder, the edge kissing her neck lightly, "Laura-san, I suggest you stay put." He circles around in front of her, his hands holding the haft of the polearm expertly, "I think we and the rest of Raven have something to talk about with you, if you would be so kind?" Laura looked at Tahlia then Ban then down at the haft of the polearm, it's blade kissing her neck.

Ban's eyes narrow, his hand shifting just abit, a small red nick, not deep, but draws blood.

She gulps and nods, "Good...I know you're friends with Frigga-Hakase, and she would not want to see you dead. Without an explanation." He gently lifts her by sheer presense of the blade at her neck, "Walk please...and we will talk later."

The journey to reach the others began.




Before the Ride

Freya was stripping out of her armor, with the help of Jamie and Chuck, a little anyway when it came to Chuck, the man got impaled. He needs a break, but she's not going to say no to her boyfriend wanting to strip her.

She's stepping free of her suit, and setting a few hold out weapons to her body glove when Ban and Thalia come in.

She stops and watches. Why? Because Ban has his Naginata jsut short of Laura's spine. Freya narrows his eyes, then walks over, grabbing Laura by the throat in one big hand, the strain of Freya's muscles as she half lifts Laura off the ground with one arm is spectacular. She glares at the rotund woman, "I ought to tie you up, gag you, blind you and leave you out here...but I think you'd like that." She sighs, "Laura...we have alot to talk about...no don't..." She can see when Laura starts to try and talk, "My boyfriend got hurt, I'm going to space...with my friends and family. You stay here. Sit...stay..." She turns to go and help the others.

Jamie stepping up, "Good girl." He growls, "I'll watch her sis."




Vulpine Space Command Centre, Île de la Tempête, Reunion


Suited and Booted


0800 Hours


Freya Kantaario and
Athena Kantaario


"Sis, this is fucking insane, I mean...this must be something you were dreaming of, right? Always dreamed of being an astronaut when you were little, and I guess you got it?" Athena chuckled, asking her, the golden retriever not entirely leaving her, as she looked her up and down, smile still etched on.

"We got this. Battering fucking ram. Save the world. Get home. Then we gotta talk about finding JamJam someone to love too, right?" Athena kept it light, in spite of just how insane the stakes were, beyond the two mechs on fire still in the launch pad opposite their rocket, and the absolute carnage that looked like an army had run through here, instead of just a dozen highly trained black-ops, special forces degenerates.


Before anything Freya had spent a second or two checking Chuck over, to say she’d been mothering is an understatement. She’d kissed him, held him, hugged him, kissed him again, and if it weren’t for the team being right there Athena and Jamie think she would have given him something to remember her by but alas too many eyes.

Now she stuffs into the shuttle, sitting beside Athena. She grins, “Honestly sis, I always dreamed about space. My technology has always been geared to get humanity off Earth. To the Moon, to Mars, Titan maybe as far as Pluto and then maybe not in my lifetime but maybe our kids, beyond. Interstellar made right. No worm holes but Jump Tech.” She sighs belting in, “I know it sounds insane, but yeah…here we are.” She almost sounds giddy!

Taking a deep breath she kisses her middle and index finger and presses it to the shuttle wall, one last gesture to Chuck and the others staying behind.

“This is where we do it right. We finish this off. Then we come back and we do our best to make sure it doesn’t happen again anytime soon.” She smiles, looking at Athena and the others coming along. Solid team, solid foundation.

Athena grinned, always envious of her sister’s endless nerdery and well, ambition. That she had, the thought making her light headed, as light headed as someone slightly taller than her already Norse goddess like stature could be, Athena chuckling in Freya’ thought. The others waved, as the truck pulled away, Athena locked in conversation after the little ‘debate’ with Ebrima and Skye.

“You’re crazy, Freya. Endless creativity in you. But I guess this is your first step. Even if it….well, involves keeping the rest of humanity alive, I guess.” Athena commented, exhaling deeply, looking out as they pulled out of the hangar, the sight of the rocket in the distance.
“With Chuck, I’m glad he’s in one piece. Dude is gnarly as hell. Still wanted to defend. I’m glad Tahlia told him to quit it.” She added, resting her metallic, armoured paw against Freya’s, the two sisters at the end of the world looking on at each other.
“Gotta say, you’ll make a hell of a couple. Proud of ya.” Athena beamed, glancing a look as incognito as someone of her size could at Eloise, virtually hidden behind Skye on the other end of the truck, so small was her size.
“Hey, mind if I ask you….I think she might have an eye on me. I mean….damn, that was not where I expected my hearts to pull me but…..I guess…..” Athena mumbled, almost as if she was surprised at her own self, given all her positioning in life, her appeal, everything, that some small gesture, the little looks of awe, it almost came back.


Freya looks back at her sister and reached up to take her hand in hers. She smiled, “I wholly admit I’m not one hundred percent sane. But then that’s half the fun.” She giggles a little.

Then follows Athena’s gaze over to Eloise, “Ask me what exactly hmmm? Her?” She hums, “JamJam and I are going to have to give her the once over, just like Dad, Mom and Jamie did for Chuck. You know that, it’s how we do things in this family. Same thing happened to mom and dad, same thing happened to me, gonna happen to you and Jamie too. That’s if we can find someone who can handle JamJam anyway.” She hums.

Then turns to Athena, “In all seriousness Thena, if you feel like it might work. Try it out. I…kinda maybe jumped Chuck in the plane…and it somehow worked out. Honestly I didn’t think anyone would want such a big woman like me. We’re abnormalities in the gene pool. Even a big guy I dodn’t think would ever want to take a shot on me. But if you have found someone who looks like they want to take a chance, and it makes you feel good. Go ahead, I’ll be your wingwoman any day of the week and five times that on weekends.” She leans over and gives her sister a kiss on the forehead, “Get me sis?” She smiles, “I’m going to have so much fun ribbing you about it though.”

Athena giggled, shaking her head, leaning up against Freya.
“Wouldn’t want a big woman such as you…..oh Freya, you really sell yourself short. Embrace that power, and all men shall submit, haha! Though….you picked well, sis.” The younger sibling grinned, looking to the rocket, just still taking this all in, before looking back to Freya, sighing with a certain feeling of all of it.
“I mean, who knows. Let’s see. My hearts do flutter plenty. So who knows….but hey. What a time to have feelings at the end of the world….and well, I guess I got Mom to deal with when we come home to explain it all to.” Athena added, feeling the truck stop for a moment, before starting again, continuing the last little stint to the lift, grinning at Freya, before settling down, all of it getting a bit real.

She’d been thinking about this a while, the usually bubbly Athena, who’d gone through being nearly set on fire or blown apart with Freya in the last few weeks, now really setting into this.

“When you went to Raven, why did you go in the first place? I mean, all these mercs, they have….well, you know, Skye said it herself, she picks a hell of a range of operators, some of whom are running from something. You had everything made yourself, you’ve done so much. Why this, Freya? I mean, I’m proud as hell, and glad to be joining you…..but before you went away, to that thing you couldn’t tell me about, I never did get to know. Why did you sign up for it?” Athena asked, perhaps a little inquisitively, knowing that there was no doubt, a little behind that. From her own chats with Ebrima, who certainly looked on her with disdain, to Eloise, the street urchin who’d survived poverty and came out of the other end an assassin, Chuck, betrayed by his own unit, and Sam, betrayed by elements within the CIA itself. And Skye, who was now proving to be something of a black sheep herself. It was perhaps that question that Skye said to Athena, she wanted the Kaantario to be the target, go loud, while they did the lifting. What did she mean by that?


Freya hums. And looks out, “I…just…” She trails off.

Then picks back up, “I needed a change of scenery first off. It was almost assured that I’d join Blue Sword. Even as I worked to help push Humanity to our next frontiers. Deep Sea and Deep Space you know? And the trip to…well that.” She sighs, “I never did tell you what that was did I?” She looks closely at Athena, “It was a Think Tank sis. All the big Alphabet organizations got the greatest and brightest minds together to work on projects that would push science to the next level. My rail technology started there. So did my energy conversion and shield tech. All those electro magnetic and pulse engines that have been popping up? Thought up there. There were maybe 50 of us. In a bunker, I can’t even remember where now. And we spent everyday dreaming up new and wonderful ideas. It was a paradise. But then the Alphabet organizations pulled out. We were let loose.”

She chuckles, “And I joined Raven because I needed to feel like a badass again. Becoming a James Bond Villain level scientist was one thing. But I needed to destroy things again. And with Jotunheim ready to go. Well, I got it. Raven was a way to feel like the daughter of the Kaanatarios again. And what a trip to this point.” She smiles, “I’m glad we can all do this again. Us and Jamie, and everyone. Thalia, Ban, Sam. Everyone. Even if this could be the end of the world. I’m glad we’re here now. It feels like family.”

Athena smiled, thinking about that comment. Family. It was something she knew too well, even if her own self sometimes.
“Feels like it. Made me feel like I’m at home too. Even though I know some people don’t uhhh….well, let’s just say I’m a bit too much. Maybe a good chance to reevaluate what matters.” Athena chuckled, looking up at the massive rocket, as they closed in on it.

“I just don’t know how you do it. Putting yourself in harm’s way when you have it all. But then again, I’m not one to talk….” Athena kept on rambling, as she looked over at Freya, reflecting on it all. “I guess you just wanted to see what your tech could do in person. That’s some serious villain shit, being real. I guess I just like being a hands on boss. Lead by example. Be the leader you want to say, ain’t that some shit I learned in an MBA. And well, I mean, body like this, wasted behind a desk? Pfft, then I’d prove Ebrima right.” The youngest sibling giggled in her ramble, feeling the truck crawl slowly to a halt.

“I guess I always wondered when you were into this. You made family of people who didn’t have them. And acted as a big sister to them too. I might not be officially part of this, but….you’ve got some compassion deep in there. More than just destroying everything. When we get back, enjoy that. Whatever Skye says, sis, go be that nerdy girl and make sure you make that change you want to make. Leave me to destroy a little.” She licked her lips, Athena grinning, before breaking into laughter, knowing she was teasing with that, the truck coming to a half on that.

Moving to the rear hatch, and peeling it open, Athena lumped into the floor, turning and casually peeling Skye down as Freya dropped on her own, putting Skye to floor, given the difficulty of moving in the bulky, clunky EVA suit on Earth-bound gravity.


“You two philosophising again?” Skye commented, looking up to Freya, nodding.

“Eh, same shit, different day.” Athena replied, helping the others get out and ready, with the short walk towards the lift, Skye turning to Freya before she walked over.

“Never got to say, thank you by the way for sorting out the mechs. And dealing with all of what you had to, with Laura. Thank you. It’s hard to deal with betrayal, but you did what you had to when it mattered. And I appreciate it wasn’t easy.” Skye added, clumsily moving, resting her suited hand against Freya’s metal one.

“Well, I suppose this got a lot more complicated. Thank fuck you’re a physicist, don’t go down the rabbit hole of consciousness transfer and biotech, honestly….what a fucking pain. I’m still there, but I don’t even want to think about the rabbit hole of how that worked. Or anything else to do with it. For now, fuck it. Ready for this?” Skye casually understated, knowing full well, that was a question to be answered- perhaps, when they’d finished saving the world.


Freya turns to look at Skye, “Ready for this? Going to have to be.” She smiled and reaches over to give her sister a pat on the shoulder. Then over and…well hugs Skye as best she can, “No matter what, even after everything I think I’m siding with Ban here. That boy worships the ground you walk on. I atleast am in it to win it here and I’ll do it at your side.” She smiles letting Skye go. A huge grin on the big womans face, “I expect you to be one of my brides maids if not my maid of honor at my wedding missy.”

She wiggles then, causing herself to jiggle in all the right places, “Oh wow I can’t believe I actually said that.” She bounces, “But first let’s save the world right?” She nods, “That’s important, then…if Chuck doesn’t pop the question in a few months, I’m going to. Gonna claim that man.” She grins broadly at that. Fire in her eyes.




Jamie watched the truck pull away, standing there with the rest of the team. He narrowed his eyes. He didn't like it. True the Kanatario kids worked alone regularly. But he'd promised their parents ages ago he'd keep on eye out for his sisters. And here they go, unarmored, but armed and he can't go with them. To much there already. He edged his way over to Chuck, just as Ban stepped over too. Ban holding his side in pain, "You get pinked Samurai?" He asked. Ban just wincing. Jamie knelt down to check on Chuck, "Doing okay Brother in law?" He smiled, and briefly turned to look back at Laura. The rotund woman still secure. Ban did the same, "She will be fine. For now. I would like to think she knows better right now."

Jamie narrows his eyes, "We can but hope."

The three look the way the truck has gone.

Ban shifted and sat down carefully, kneeling in seiza, slowing his breathing, relaxing through the pain, sensing, waiting, regathering. He whispers to Chuck, "They will come back my friend. Your lady will be fine." An answer to an unvoiced concern.




Going where Angels Tread


Freya leaned into the seat, panting, the lift off had been something else. And as lesser gravity hit them, she almost started crying, tears welling in her eyes, "I made it...finally...I made it..." She presses a hand to the small window right by her seat, "Space...finally...I knew someday I'd make it...step one...step two Luna...Step three Mars...Four Venus...Five Titan...then beyond." She grins, "It's possible."

And then contact.

She grabbed her AEW, switching it to lower power anti-personnel. HEr armored body glove absorbing a few shots already. She growled, "Valkyrie, just like the Kill house."

A merc fired a gun at them cackling, saying something about God is great...in Chechen. When there's a whistle. And a clunk, no she couldn't bring Starbreaker, too unwieldly in light gravity. But her tomahawks? Hehe she brought both. So the first one slams into the Chechen's forehead splitting his head almost in two. Frigga snarls, "Hey bitch! We've all got business to finish with you! You hear me Rose!" She came charging around her cover, holding her AEW in one hand, sizzling shots racking the Mercs ahead of her. The big tomahawk in her other hand. Five enemy mercs looking on as she swarms towards them, moving far too fast for someone so big! It's a warcry of anger, and the words of, "For my man!" The tomahawk cleaving the air as it came around in a mighty arc. Like a deadly diamond edge. Cleaving, crushing.
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