>>5834010The letter had been sent thanks to a not-so-helpful librarian and merely a day after Atlas responded.
Boy did James respond…
“Cool, the next great war just dropped.” Fox looks up.
“Lots of guns for a cab.” Mercury looks up.
“There’s no way they are traveling in THAT.” Emerald looks up.
“It’s either an expensive transport courtesy of the taxpayer or Atlas got tired of Theo’s shit. In which case I’m defecting.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“Eh, not impressive.” Octavia looks up. “Look at all the empty space, typical Atlesian wasteful attitude. I could strap in at least a hundred more guns per side.”
“HOLY CRAP DUDE!” Sun shouts from inside the building and decides the stairs are too slow, so he jumps out the window to the yard, not before actually opening it. “Are we under attack?!”
“Fuck are we gonna do if we are?” Octavia asks.
“Pray. Cry,” Fox answers.
“Defect.”
“Yes, thanks Merc, defect.”
“Or do like Neo and disappear. I was just talking with that midget.”
“I vote disappear.” Fox raises his hand.
“No one is disappearing, the leader just needs to make a calm, and sound decision.”
“Sun, you are our leader.”
“You know I was talking about Picaro or Adam, dude.”
“Do you see that Typhu?!” Narci points excitedly at the flying battleship.
“Hum, it’s kinda hard to NOT see.”
“That-! Is…” Narci looks disappointed. “An older model… I thought those were out of circulation.”
“PICARO CALAVERA!” Coco shrieks from the other side of the yard. “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO NOW?!”
“Not my fault.”
“If they are here to pick us up, then it is your fault mistress.”
“Look Calavera.” Adam points at the metal beast. “Those are the scum you ally yourself with. Atlas and their shock and awe tactics, funded with the blood of the meek.”
“Shouldn’t you be in detention for wrecking the school, Taurus?”
“I escaped. I had to see this with my own eye.”
“YOU MUST BE JOKING!!!” A booming voice comes from atop of Shade before new glass breaks. Theodore lands in the yard. “Jimbo got an excuse to show off his cock. Jokes on him, mine’s bigger.”
As the battleship lands alongside a tiny fleet of smaller ships make their landing, Theo rushes to the opening hatch.
“Where’s that half-tin fuck? I got words to give him. Words are what I call these.” He pulls up his fists.
A man wearing an official looking uniform puts his palms in peace. “Wow, easy there headmaster, the General isn’t here.”
“And who are you?”
“Clover Ebi, specialist from the Ace Ops working under Ironwood, a pleasure to finally meet a legend in the flesh.” Clover offers a friendly handshake.
Theo accepts it with crushing enthusiasm. “Headmaster Theodore, about to tear this piece of junk down piece by piece with my bare hands.”
Clover manages to yank his hand free. “You really earned your rep, ouch.”
“Here we don’t make shows of strength, in the desert we ARE strong. And we always follow through.” Theodore kneels down and begins tearing a metal plate from the ground.
