And we're back! On a side note, Blasphe-Me5564 has unfortunately jumped ship so it's just me now. Also, we will be shifting over to inconsistent updates. Essentially, I'm not even going to try to say that new chapters will be up every week, life has started again and it's just me soooo, yeah.

One last thing, the line breaks signal a scene change, trying out new ways to transition from scene to scene to squish everything to one chapter instead of 3 different ones with three different story lines and one set time period. It's all happening, loosely at the same time if it's in the same chapter, so keep that in mind.

Enjoy Chapter Ten of Meta-Fic Alt: Rising War

Melanie looked around the room of knocked out soldiers. Twelve soldiers total. She balled her fist in anger. She knew that the HP Saver wasn't going to work at full capacity but this was horrifying. She turned to a soldier with a bandaged jaw, dislocated from Psiah's punch.

The Grand Hostess turned to her medical team. "What injuries did they sustain, and how bad are they?" She turned back and picked up one of the soldier's charts.

A nurse stepped up and flipped through her clipboard of notes. "A few soldiers have serious bone fractures and bruises in certain areas, two of which seem to have sustained internal bleeding. One with a dislocated jaw, another with a stab wound in the head." She gestured to a soldier in the back. "We were able to stabilize the soldier with the crushed wind pipe, the soldiers with cuts on their necks are also stable."

Melanie set the chart down and looked to the back. A soldier, the one who had his neck constricted by Psiah's stinger. He was hooked up to a ventilator making his unconscious form breathe. "How many casualties?"

"Surprisingly, not one. But we do have one patient in critical condition." She flipped through the several pages in her clipboard and led her to a bed behind a curtain. "He's lost a lot of blood from the hole in his hand, his foot isn't responding, and he has a puncture in his heart. He's stable after surgery but we have nurses check every thirty minutes on his condition."

Melanie looked at the man, unconscious. His foot a concerning shade of purple, several bandages around his chest. She walked away.

The nurse walked up to The Grand Hostess. "Uhm…Miss Hostess, with all due respect, I've never seen injuries this bad in all my time working here. What's going on?"

Melanie looked at the nurse and her new ID badge gleaming at her, staring at her like a red eye expecting an answer. She looked away, in shame. "Uhm, we're working on a theory. For now, keep any visitors out, no one is allowed into this room under any circumstance." Melanie ordered.

Her and the nurse walked out of the room. The sound of rhythmic and light beeping filled the room. Peaceful, in a creepy and unnerving way.

"AAAAND THIS IS IT!" Slip Snap opened the door to a supply closet and the AAA along with Celtic walked into the hospital room. "After wandering around I found a bunch of secret hallways! This one led to a back part of the Infirmary building, kinda cool but they only have supplies in there. And then I found these guys just appearing into the room, but then the machines started going crazy and some nurses rushed in so I left."

The AAA looked around at the hurt men and one woman.

"Holy Shit…" Celtic gasped. He immediately took out his Net-Pad and began recording. "This is definitely going on RWBTube." Celtic walked off to the bed of one of the patients. "Woah, this is the guy that got decked by that Bee!" he chuckled as he zoomed into the unconscious soldier.

Whale rolled his eyes away from the sight of Celtic's antics and walked up to several beds. The soldier's shattered by Psiah's beheading. He looked disgusted. "This is bad." Arkos was in the same bracket as the Bees. Eventually they would need to square off. His men would have to face off against millions of soldiers like that monster.

Strike walked up to him. "In all my time doing these, I've never seen injuries this bad. When the Arkosian forces were defeated last year we all were able to walk out with a slight pain or two, maybe a bad headache if it got really bad. Never…things like this. Not from any fight I've seen."

Cayde and Vaniellis stood to the right and left of Whale respectively.

"Wait, if all your wounds were watered down from the Anomaly Zone, how come these guys are in such bad condition?" Veniellis asked as he moved out of the way of Celtic's recording.

"Maybe that Bee hit them so hard it carried a lot more damage than normal?" Cayde guessed.

"If that's true, that one Bee made much more damage than the bullets me and my men took last year." Strike said as he as well took out his Net-Pad and began taking pictures of the patient's charts.

Jannis smiled. "I expected nothing less from my Arch-Rival!" He looked around at the soldiers passed out.

McDouggal sighed. "This is bad, kinda glad Milk and Cereal is on the other bracket." He looks towards Jannis silently who is too busy looking at the damages his Arch-Rival had done to the Smoke Soldiers. He felt a slight twitch in his eye. "Well…mostly."

Torrasque approached a female patient and picked up her chart. "A head wound treated with several stitches…" he flips the chart. "I think this is the one that was stabbed in the head." The Tactician reasoned. He turned to Rade, "Hey Serge-" but stopped as he noticed the man shaking in the middle of the room. He turned away respectfully and continued to look over the chart.

Rade Blunner shook as he looked at the Bee's victims. He looked to the man who was hooked to the breathing machine, at the cuts that will eventually be scars around his neck.

Instinctually, he reached to the scar across his face, it began feeling hot, fresh. Like he was reliving that moment all over again, like he could feel the scar opening. He balled his hand into a fist. He wasn't shaking with fear; he was shaking with fury.

The same could not be said about Generic as he looked at the soldier with a purple foot. He imagined Psiah's bladed whip wrapping around it, cutting into the ankle of the foot. He looked over to the soldier's bandaged chest, the place where she stabbed him to shatter him.

Generic tensed up as he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned around to see Venom with a serious look on his face. "His hand."

"What?"

"His hand, it's bandaged up, seriously." Venom pointed at the soldier's hand.

Generic finally noticed the soldier's hand, with so many bandages it looked more like a cast. "I don't think just slapping some bandages on cuts these bad are an effective medical treatment…"

"Well what did you expect?!" Strike's outburst caught the attention of the room. "At most, the medical staff here treats small cuts, bruises, and light burns. Every damage you take in the Anomaly Zone is weakened thanks to Melanie's portal machine. So they've never really treated something like this." Strike looks around. "These soldiers should be dead…but worse, they're suffering."

A silence fills the room.

Generic looks towards the soldier. A figure sneaks up behind him.

"I dare you to poke his hole." Slip Snap whispered into the Strategist's ear. The young man pulled away.

"W-what?!"

Slip Snap smiled. "His hole. The one in his hand! Poke it, I dare you." He devilishly smiled.

As Generic squirmed under Slip Snap's teasing the mood in the room lightened up a bit as the AAA members gathered around Generic and Slip.

"Aw come on Generic, do it! What's he gonna do? Wake up?" Rade teased.

"Yeah! Or I infect his wound!" Generic tried to reason his way out of this.

"Here." Jannis smiled as he threw a bottle of disinfectant soap at the Strategist.

Generic fumbled as he tried to catch the object. "Wha!? B-but what if he wakes up?!" Generic realized he was surrounded.

"Hey Newbie," Celtic called from the back of the room. The AAA temporarily dispersed so the Strategist could see the Hacker. After finally getting the room's attention Celtic smiled and slapped an already unconscious soldier. Nothing. "I think we're safe." Celtic records a new video. "Now go ahead and poke his hole."

"Phrasing." Venom coughed into his hand. Several laughs aroused from the group.

Generic looked around at the group expecting him to do this. "Guys, come on. This is childish! What if a nurse walks in?"

"Got it covered!" Cayde says as he pushed the button on the doorknob to lock it.

"Right…" Generic deflates. He looks down at the soap in his hand.

"Alright, that's enough." Torrasque speaks up, received by several awws and boos from the AAA.

"Thank you Torrasque! Glad to see that someone here actually listens to reason!" Generic sighs in relief.

"Yeah, if the kid is too scared to do it, we shouldn't bully him into doing it." He smiles.

Generic feels a little defiant flame within him. "Kid?!" He looks at the soap in his hands once more before he begins to apply it earning an approving whoop from the group. He tosses the soap aside and points upwards showing his index finger to the crowd. He turns around and shakily inches his finger closer to the man's hand.

Suddenly his wrist is caught in a vice grip. The heartrate monitor quickly picks up in speed. The shocked Strategist tries to pull away only to be brought in closer by the soldier. He stares Generic in the eyes, fear evident in both as he feels the group pulling him back away from the man. The machine monitoring the patient's heartrate begins beeping faster with no signs of slowing down.

"R-R-R-RUUUUN! RUN AWAY!" He yells into the young man's face. Loud banging is heard on the other side of the door.

Generic in a panic tries to pull away. Some of the AAA members are trying to separate the two, some stare in shock. Whale looks to his assistants.

"Vaniellis! Knock him out!" Whale instructs in a hurry. The Whale-humanoid makes his way around the AAA.

"ESCAPE WHILE YOU CAN! THE BEES! THE BEES! THE BEE-" is all he can get out before he is hit upside the head by Vaniellis.

The man's grip released. The banging got louder as the machine slowed down.

"We gotta go! NOW!" Strike gestured for the AAA to follow him into the closet. Generic stayed frozen, holding his wrist and staring at the unconscious form of the man. He was shaken out of it by Celtic pulling on him while holding a pocket watch to his own ear.

"Come on Newbie!" He pulls the Strategist away, kicking the boy's instinct to run. He looks back as the door to the supply closet closes shut and he goes through the open hidden door Slip Snap had guided the group through not even 5 minutes ago, making sure to close it so as to not be followed.

As he ran away, he heard the door of the room being broken down, probably by security and worried nurses.

Two guards stood around the west entrance to the large sky-scraper like lab building.

The Smoke headquarters had received a disturbing distress call for help from a small squad deployed to take down the Bee Soldier. Attempts to recontact the squad were met with radio silence.

For security reasons, the majority of where the guards were set up was more focused on the forest path the platoon was deployed to, the East side of the building.

That being said, the Smoke army was small, so much so that only a fourth of security was set up outside while the rest guarded the flag from inside the building. A strategically wise decision for anyone not facing a highly-trained one-woman army, but they didn't know that. How could they? With as small a force as the Smoke army was, their reconnaissance department was practically non-existent.

The guards looked around while keeping a hand on their hand guns. They had orders to shoot on sight, no hesitation. If this one Bee Soldier was able to take on an estimated group of 9 soldiers, she was a serious threat.

The sun was setting behind the forest's canopy. A slow dimming fell over the two soldiers.

"West Door, come in West Door. Do you copy?" A voice said over the radio on one of the guard's Net-Radio.

He picked it up. "This is West Door, we hear ya."

"It's getting dark so we'll need to turn on the large lights, we'll start with East Door as they are at threat level: A, and work our way down. The lights will only be off for a while, remain on alert for any suspicious activity, and if you're too scared of the dark, turn on your jacket's lights." The man on the radio joked.

The guard chuckled. "We'll be fine, hurry up and work on those lights so we won't have to change underwear." He joked back.

"Alright then." A silence befell the two guards as they looked around. After a few minutes the sun finished setting and the darkness completely surrounded them.

"Hey Will, turn on your light, we need to keep watch." The guard from before reached to his shoulder flashlight and turned it on. A bright, beam of white light emitted onto the grassy floor. From the corner of his eyes the guard could see that his was the only light on.

He turned. "Hey Will, I said turn on your-" His shoulder flashlight shone on the Bee soldier's shiny helmet. Before he could scream, a sharp pain was felt on his neck as Psiah made one quick swiping motion with her wrist.

The guard gasped as he could feel the air leaving his body, blood dripped from the cut and disintegrated into a blue dust before even touching the ground. The guard weakly reached for his radio and picked it up, Psiah shook her wrist and the bladed stinger returned to her sleeves and as if on cue, the guard shattered dropping the radio to the ground

"Alright guys, we're turning on your lights now." Psiah's eyes darted from the radio on the ground to the building's hanging lights and almost instinctually rushed to the security camera's blind spot. She held her breath.

"West Door come in, where are you?" Psiah remained as still as she could. "I repeat, West Door, come in." silence, she could hear mumbling on the other side of the door. "Alright, we're sending someone out."

The door buzzed open to reveal three men wearing helmets that covered their faces. Immediately they spotted her and opened fire. Psiah backflipped to barely avoiding gunfire. She pressed a button on her suit's gloves turning them yellow.

The guards aimed their pistols at her and began firing once more.

To Psiah the bullets seemed to slow down, thanks to her years of rigorous training, she moved her hand with lightning-fast reflexes and blocked multiple shots with her palm. As the three gunner's weapons clicked indicating an empty cartridge, Psiah laughed from inside her helmet.

As the guards turned around to retreat down the hallway leading to a door, the Bee soldier closed the distance with ease. She reached out and grabbed one of the guards by the collar, pulling his body back. As if he was weightless, she picked him up and threw him at the two other guards knocking them down.

As the three struggled to get up, Psiah looked around at her surroundings to study them. The hallway was set up like a crossroads, with multiple offices setup behind transparent windows. The whole thing looked like an advanced accounting firm. Past the trio she was fighting, a door leading into the elevator stood.

The three guards finally stood up and took a fighting stance.

Psiah's helmet changed her laugh into several buzzes. She also put up a fighting stance, making her gloves glow a golden hue.

The guard in the back of the three, the one she threw, takes his radio out. "All security on ground floor one, converge on our location. Prepare defenses on staircases and if necessary, shut down the elevator."

"Roger." A voice said on the other side of the Radio.

Psiah smiled behind her helmet, things just got a whole lot more interesting.

As the AAA and Celtic exited the secret hallway system, they found themselves back in the commons area.

"Alright," Strike tried to catch his breath. "Headcount, did we leave anyone behind?"

"I'm here." Whale said, completely fine.

"Vaniellis. Reporting in."

"Cayde. We followed right behind Whale." Cayde said. All three Whale-humanoids and Jannis were fine, everyone else seemed tired and out of breath.

"I still…" Torrasque took in a sharp breath. "Don't get why we…had to detour through the woods…"

"I didn't even know we had a wooded area nearby?" McDouggal sighed as he took a seat at a nearby table.

"And who knew a bear lived in the woods?" Celtic sat down next to McDouggal. The Milk and Cereal representative sneakily moved away from the hacker slightly.

"I had a vision about it," Jannis spoke up. "But I didn't really think that was useful to today's adventure so I left it out. I'm glad that my goddesses were able to grant me this chance, and it was only my foolishness that we were attacked by the bear." Jannis kneeled and began to pray.

Rade rolled his eyes. "How convenient…Hey, anyone seen Slip Snap?" He looked around.

The rest of the AAA also looked around only to find no trace of Slip Snap

"I saw him take his bat out when the bear came at us." Generic sat up from his spot in the ground. "You don't think…?"

"Oh, he definitely did." Venom said as he pulled up a photo on his Net-pad. "He sent this after we left."

The AAA who were still standing looked at the photo. On the photo Slip Snap was taking a Selfie with the bear in the background.

"Oh gods…" Strike gasped at the image.

"Damn." Whale took his crown off out of respect.

Everyone sort of put their heads down, except for a confused Rade. "What the hell are you guys putting your heads down for? It's Slip, he'll be more than fine. In fact, I wouldn't be too surprised if he somehow got here before us!" Rade walked off.

"Hey! Where are you going?!" Strike called after Rade but still followed him. Everyone in the group sort of looked at each other but still decided to follow the two.

"I'm going to go ahead and get back to our table, see what's going on in the Bee-Smoke War." Rade shook his head as he walked to the

"Poor guy, he's in denial…" Celtic smiled as he shook his head and sighed.

Rade growled. "You're still here? Why didn't you stay behind instead of Slip?!"

Celtic tsked. "Damn, Anger and Bargaining all in one go. Impressive."

Strike rolled his eyes. "Rade's right, why the hell are you still here?"

Celtic mock-pouted. "As much as it pains me to say this, Munkee was right, you guys are where the most interesting stuff happens. It's possibly one of the few interesting things happening during Hiatus, so might as well stick to it and see where it goes." Celtic shrugged. "But don't worry, I'll be out of your hair soon, I can't watch you guys all day, I have a War to win."

Everyone dismissed Celtic's self-praising taunts as they walked back to their table.

Unbeknownst to them, something was watching them from the shadows. Glaring with all the malicious intent one could possibly muster. A shuffling noise came from the bushes behind the figure causing it to veil itself in the shadows once more.

Slip Snap emerged from the bushes, with some slight scratches and a slightly dented bat. He yawned and walked off to the Pink Rose Gold Docks dragging a bear corpse behind him.

The figure appeared again from its hiding place and looked from the Warrior to the group before following the group.

Psiah smiled as she dodged another bullet shot and kicked a guard behind her as she cartwheeled towards another guard, knocking him down in the process. With a wave of her hand she blocked a small barrage of bullets with her yellow gloves without looking. She picked up the guard she just knocked down and began to spin using the guard as a blunt weapon by swinging him around, taking down a few more guards before she threw him through a window, shattering him.

As the guards began to get up again, Psiah made her stingers appear once more in whip form before unleashing a series of slashes, shattering at least ten guards. Leaving the others wounded and back on the floor. The Bee soldier instinctually rolled forwards to avoid the bullets from the guards just now arriving from the left and right cross roads. She tossed a tiny drone from her jacket and pressed a button on her helmet to tap into the feed.

On the left and right side, guards were preparing riot shields and tactical flashbangs. Psiah activated the drone's hearing capabilities.

"All outside personnel are to rush in through East Door to help take the Wasp down on my mark to surround her. Command, send down 12 guys from the East Hallway's elevator and prepare to open the doors."

Psiah rolled her eyes at how simple the plan was. She wasn't expecting much of a challenge anyway, but this was just sad. She cut off the feed from the drone and cracked her neck. Showtime.

Psiah rubbed her gloves together glowing a bright yellow. She rolled back into the middle of the crossways once more and aimed her palms at the two barricades the guards had made.

Before they could react and fire or charge or run, a blast of energy came out of both gloves. As the ball of energy came at rapid speeds towards the guards it shattered all the windows on the walls until impact. All fifteen or so guards on both sides immediately shattered.

Psiah stood up and looked at her gloves. Smoke was coming out of them alongside bursts of electricity. She would need to talk to the engineering department again about that bug. After putting the gloves away, she turned to the elevator to see twelve shocked guards standing there.

She smiled with a buzz, walked towards the elevator, and placed herself in front of the group of guards. She pressed the close door button before hitting the button for the top floor.

Melanie worked alongside the nurses to stabilize the whole new batch of patients coming in. All at once they phased into beds faster than the nursing staff could bring in new beds, causing some beds to hold two to three people.

"Godsdammit…" Melanie looked around at the patients groaning in pain. "Begin treatment for Second-degree burns."

"Grand Hostess! We don't have the necessary materials to treat these many burns correctly and effectively! Our lotions are only meant to treat First-degree burns!" A nurse pleaded with Melanie. The Hostess remained silent as she looked around at the patients. The nurse took the silence as a sign to continue. "I think we should send a small group of nurses to go into the city and look for Doctors and the right oils needed to help these peop-"

"NO!" Melanie cut in, temporarily making the nursing staff in the room look at her. She had to think of a proper reason. Alerting Doctors would possibly give an idea to the civies of what's going on, the sub would implode in on itself because of in-fighting if the Mod Council shut her down. "I mean…if we sent out our nursing Staff, we won't be able to help the next batch of wounded soldiers that Bee Soldier sends in. I'll call Seth to get a Doctor."

At the mention of their boss, the nurses nodded and continued working. "Good, disperse our Aloe Vera supplies between all the patients and focus on areas of the body that seem the most burned on a case-to-case basis. I'll call up Seth."

The nurses nodded and headed off to the supply closet. Melanie walked outside to the hallway. She brought her Net-Watch up. "Orin, come in."

"Yes, Grand Hostess?"

Melanie would need to scold Orin some other time about the stupid title argument some other time. "I need you to call in a Doctor for me and further shut down the Infirmary wing. Something got into a patient's room and nearly gave him a heart attack."

"You thinking it's the thing?"

"It may be. Still, we have more pressing concerns. Call in Dr. Nachbar."

A silence on the other end. "…Peters?! A-are you sure about that?"

"He's non-union, which means no civies looking over his charts. Not only that he's seen weirder shit than this."

"Mel, there's a reason he's non-union."

"Look, we're running out of options and the nurses are being overstaffed. Let's hope that the Chabeeleon and Fireball War doesn't end too early."

"...Roger that."

As if on cue, a nurse walked up to Melanie. "Grand Hostess, the Chabeeleon and Fireball War has ended."

Melanie looked up to the sky, this was the Gods punishing her for making so many people suffer. She rolled her eyes. "How?! The War was set to Genocide mode!"

"Bees are efficient workers, ma'am."

Melanie shook her head and rushed to the room. She swung the door open surprising the soldiers inside. All of them were conscious and some were even celebrating.

"Ah! Grand Hostess! Are you here to congratulate us on a well-fought attempt?" A soldier noticed her.

Melanie was stunned. The stark contrast between both rooms, not even a few feet away from each other was a complete shell-shock. "Uhm…yes!" However, Melanie had learned a thing or two about going with the flow in all her years doing these contests. "I came by to congratulate you guys on a well fought war, not many people can face off against the Bees and hold off for as long as you guys have! Bee proud of that!" Some chuckles and groans from the soldiers. "As you know, you can always stick around to watch the action unfold and maybe even participate in a few more fights!"

The small army looked at each other with some prideful smiles and nods. The soldier from before spoke up. "We were just about to order room-service to bring us a couple of drinks, mind joining us, ma'am?"

Melanie put on the best smile she knew. "I would, but I need to prepare the machine for Friday's War!" Some slight 'aww's from the crowd.

"And you're not really supposed to have room service up here." A nurse pointed out, further deflating the soldiers.

A few sighed as they stood up. Melanie panicked. "But I think you guys did such a good job, I'll lift that ban just for you!" Cheers erupted from the small army. "First two rounds are on me!" Even more cheers.

"B-but Miss!"

Melanie wrapped an arm around the nurse and walked out with her. "I got it covered, we need to keep them here for now, until the Bee-Smoke War ends. Do as they say for now." Melanie walked out of the room.

The nurse nodded and walked off to find room service.

Before Melanie could even catch her breath, an even more out of breath nurse ran up to her. "Grand Hostess! Twelve more soldiers phased in with serious cuts on them!"

Melanie didn't hesitate and ran to the other room.

Psiah finished slicing through the last guard's neck leaving her alone in the elevator as they shattered.

She stood in the middle of the now empty elevator in silence. Calm and still, as if she was a robot with only the command to kill with great efficiency anything in her way, and it certainly looked so. The teched up helmet on her face made her look less human, and more insect.

Psiah sighed as she looked at her reflection off the shiny metal doors. She could feel the elevator rising with a low hum.

She closed her eyes for a second.

It was after Psiah had made that bold statement in front of everyone. She wasted no time in preparing her personal ship, The Yellow Jackket, for flight.

Her instructions from command were clear. Make a statement, destroy an army by herself. Doing so will help The Hive move along to their plan much faster. So she did as she was told.

A transmission came in, she looked behind her to find a small Bee Soldier nervously fidgeting behind her. She sighed as she allowed the transmission to follow through. "Yes, state your number, soldier."

"B-3354598, ma'am!" The soldier saluted. Psiah looked down at her.

"As you were."

"M-ma'am, I can't allow you to do this mission on your own! I have graduated top of my class with my highest marks being in stealth and reconnaissance! I can take them out from the shadows while you take them down with the big hits!"

Psiah glared down at her, in a way she could tell she was terrified of her even with the helmet obscuring the small Bee's face. "Allow? You don't have the authority to 'allow' anything, 3354598. I gave very specific orders that I won't be needing any assistance."

"W-well y-yes, but!-"

"But nothing!" Psiah cut her off. "I have my reasons as to why I need to solo this out. So I suggest you follow orders and join the rest of the troops as they prepare to aid Reading Rainbow." Psiah coldly remarked as she cut off the transmission and turned around, tossing her bags into the Yellow Jackket.

A sad buzz came from the small Bee Soldier's helmet as she walked off. Psiah looked behind her discreetly to see the sad Bee walking away.

Psiah was snapped out of her thoughts when the elevator began shaking. She could feel it begin to descend and picking up speed. She kicked the buttons board in, exposing the wiring. She took her stinger out and sliced some random wires, re-activating the elevator's safety locks, slowing her descent. She kicked off a wall and punched through the roof of the elevator. She didn't have much time until the dolts operating this thing figured out how to disable the locks.

She stood at the top of the elevator looking at the long, upwards tunnel. A door seemed to be pried open to look down on her. She used her whips as a grappling hook to wrap around a few loose wirings. She activated the stinger's natural function to recoil, to sling-shot her up.

She flew up quickly, activating her metallic wings to help control her direction. Once the pried open doors were in her immediate sight she used the wings to do a roll in the air and kick off the wall behind her to launch her through the door. The three guards were too shocked to do anything as she flew at them.

In one swift motion she took her stingers out in blade mode. The two guards in the front grabbed at their necks as blood came out while the one in the back who actually had his gun out had a large 'X' over his chest. The three shattered.

Psiah used almost all her training and discipline to not gush about how awesome that made her look as she stood up. She looked out the window to the outside at her left overlooking the forest that surrounded the building. She looked beyond even further to see the shattering affect slowly taking place far away, slowly destroying the land.

The shrinking of the Anomaly. If caught in it, it's an immediate out. The Grand Hostess designed it this way so people wouldn't wander around too much from the battle-zone and make the battles take much less time than normal, or so she claimed. Psiah remembered that The Hive's own research into the Anomalies revealed that they do this on their own without Melanie's machine. Which means she lied to the public.

"But why?" Psiah thought out loud with a buzz.

"There she is!" A loud voice announced its presence to her earning a throwing knife to the eye for the poor soldier.

She sighed as she began to go through the motions.

Jannis looked at the screen with a large smile plastered on his face. "That was so cool!"

Everyone else wasn't as pleased.

Generic looked at the man staring at the screen in wonder, with a look of concern. "Jannis, are you sure you want to have her as your rival? I think she'd make a kabob out of you in five seconds…"

Jannis nodded. "Of course! Who else could challenge me in such a way as she!? I have the blessings of my Goddesses while she has pure skill and determination! OUR BATTLE WILL BE LEGENDARY!" Jannis yelled, making everyone in the Commons Area's eyes turn to him.

Generic hides into his cloak as everyone's eyes are on them.

"Damn, if she goes against any of us, we'll be mowed down in a matter of seconds, AAA or not." McDouggal shook his head, changing the subject.

The whole group looked down.

Celtic looked at the group. He sighed. Must it always fall on him to do these stupid motivational acts? "Alright fine! I'll do it!" He walked off.

"Do what?" Strike called after him.

"You'll see!" Celtic yelled as he made his way to the Broadcasting room. "They'll all see it." He brought his Net-Watch up. "Carl," ( ^ u ^ )7 "-compress the recordings."

From the watch shot up a small piece of plastic with four gold lines at the bottom, Celtic caught the card in the air without looking at it. He could feel the crown in his cloak's pocket heating up, but it was mostly in his head, mostly.

"They'll all. See. Change." He ominously said as he turned the corner, bumping into someone and breaking his badass illusion. "Watch where you're going!" He said as he stormed off.

"Slip Snap! You're all right!" Torrasque smiled as the rest of the AAA walked towards the Warrior that Celtic bumped into.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be? It was just a bear. I left whatever was left of him at Pink Rose Gold's base!" Slip Snap said all of this with a straight look on his face.

"See, I told you he'd be fine!" Rade came up and slapped the soldier's back. "Now then, let's go see what the hell that weirdo was talking about!"

Slip Snap tilted his head. "Oh?"

"Celtic stormed off, he said he had a plan to take down the Bees." Torrasque explained to the man.

"Huh, neat!" Slip Snap smiled as he took his bat out.

"Nonono! No bats!" Torrasque tried to take the bat away from Slip Snap as if it were a toy he was not meant to mess with. The White Knight trio walked off.

Strike looked at the scene curiously. Slip Snap looked fine, for someone who just fought a bear that is. The Legion was an odd group of their ragtag faction. Like Whale, the Legion was also a huge part of the reason why the AAA existed and he thanks their actions as their fates collidi-"Wait, did you say you left the Bear in the Pink Rose Gold Docks?!"