Post by Bastard Warlord on Oct 21, 2021 11:40:25 GMT -6
Somewhere of the coast of Singapore
Aboard the amphibious assault carrier Forbidden Fate
“We told you this was a great investment.”
The Warlord stares out of the windows of the navigation department of his carrier. On the deck is a MV-22B Osprey and several CH-53K King Stallion helicopters. Die Hard Corps can be seen maintaining the deck, as well as alongside Bull in the navigation department guiding the ship. Standing with him is Lockhart.
“This is definitely worth its weight in gold.”
The Bastard nods his head.
“We bought it for a steal. It isn’t much different from the day it came out of the dry docks. It has all the weaponry it normally carries, and a few of the helicopters and planes assigned to this sort of ship. But we have a few surprises on her.”
“It is an excellent ship my lord.”
Bull nods. Of course it was, he had taken the time to research it and purchase it. And DCI’s weapons division had added a few tricks. Bull turns his head to Lockhart.
“You know what must be done this week, yes?”
Lockhart grins. He was the greatest of all time, of course he knew what to do.
“Yes, I am well aware of what must be done.”
Bull smiles as well.
“This is gonna be fun.”
Voodoo appears, he belly swollen from the pregnancy. Inside her womb was the Bastard Warlords pride. Soon he would have an heir to his kingdom. He just needed to provide the kingdom.
“Hello most evil of them all.”
“Hello my beautiful Queen, what news do you bring us?”
“Conrad Dukes. I have been watching him as you asked.”
Bull and Lockhart turn from the view before them.
“And what have you found out?”
Voodoo smiles and whistles. A member of Bull’s elite squad, Project Chameleon, comes out in the new and improved armor that DCI has been working on. In his hands is one of Von Brandt’s rifles.
“Seems he has found something special. I brought this weapon to our scientists at DCI. They nearly blew a load in their panties. I think one guy fainted. They ran some tests and I came back with it to see what your orders were. These blue crystals do not match any known element on Earth. They do match a few different elemental signals from parts of the galaxy barely explored.”
Lockhart looks over the weapon while the gears within the Bastard Warlords head turn.
“What kind of benefits do they foresee?”
“They are not sure, they want to test it further. But word is that Dukes has that Mundo character working on some secret project. I can’t seem to find out anything about it. So I did the next best thing and had one of my personal guards take care of a member of Jabberwock. It was messy as all hell, but no one noticed it seems with the brawl taking place.”
Voodoo nods over to one of the two guards. Their armor is designed to make them look like black metal versions of Anubis guards. He removes the mask...and reveals himself as a two leg walking German Shepard!
“What's your name?”
“Crook my lord.”
Bull chuckles. Crook is the item carried by shepherds looking over their flock. Bull turns to Voodoo.
“Dr. M has followed our requests to the letter we see. How many have been transferred?”
“24, according to the last report. This new design is outstanding. Not that Lockhart isn’t a magnificent murder machine. But Codename Pack Mentality is definitely creating the perfect soldiers. And we have volunteers, more than we can count.”
“Excellent. Let Dr. M know I want my Ripper Squad made. He has the names. Have him keep four of the ones already transferred for in depth testing on his end, then send the other twenty for in the field testing. Contact Raven and let her know what is happening.”
“I will get right on it my darkest of desires.”
Bull hefts the weapon.
“Tell them to run the full gambit on these crystals. We want to know what they do, where they come from, and what we can use them for. We don’t care what Dukes has in mind. We need to be a step ahead of our competition.”
“fTWO won’t be of any concern, my lord. I will feast on their bones and watch their cheerleaders crumble under my glare.”
“While we have no doubt that they shall fall to Murder Inc, they are not the competition we speak of. They are nothing to us. They are in our way to grabbing those tag team titles, that is it. We flatten them and we move on.
Lockhart grins, then nods. Voodoo walks away, the dog soldier carrying the weapon. Bull returns his gaze to the horizon.
“Someone warm up our chopper. We have some serious ass to kick.”
