The Kangaroo and the Poet get in a Fight
Convention 13
Chapter 2
“So, what got you in this situation?” Nigel asked Dante, as they continued to the crash site. Dante glanced over to him.
“My dad, he was uh, he was Force Recon. He was shipped to Afghanistan following 9/11. His squad was being sent to gather intel on some supposed Taliban holdouts. On their way there, they took a hard contact from The Taliban.” Dante stopped to check the GPS. He continued.
“He was moving to support a Marine that had been hit, as he left his cover, a sniper hit him in the leg. The rest of his squad was pinned down and couldn’t move to pull him to cover. The round had punctured his femoral artery and he bled out in a few minutes. His squad was pinned down for two hours before support arrived. I was only four when he was killed.” Dante explained.
“Wow, I’m uh, I’m sorry that happened.” Nigel supplied.
“Don’t be, dad knew what he was getting into when he joined the Corps. He knew that there was a chance he wouldn’t come back, but he did it for mom. He always had a sheepdog mentality. Hah! You should’ve seen how mom reacted when I showed her my registration papers! Damn near thought she was gonna kill me!” Dante replied, continued. “Although… in hindsight, maybe telling her I joined the Corps when she was making bacon wasn’t the best idea.”
“Noodle incident?” Nigel questioned.
“Noodle incident.” Dante confirmed.
They continued moving, after about five minutes, Dante raised a fist signaling for them to stop.
“Command Central, Command Central, this is Poet 6 actual, Poet is ninety meters away from site Charlie. X-ray is in tow. Requesting green light to continue to site Charlie. How copy?” Dante spoke into his radio.
“Copy Poet, we’re getting confirmation now.” Command responded.
“Poet?” Nigel asked.
“Yea, you know. Dante Alighieri.” Dante explained.
“Ahh, okay.”
Dante’s radio crackled to life. “Poet 6, Poet 6, Command has given you a green light to continue to site Charlie. Out.”
“Come on, we’re almost there. Electronics start going out at nine meters, that’s it’s believed sphere of influence.” Dante explained.
"Alright, I'll begin taking samples thirty meters away." Nigel stated.
"Hey Nigel, why don't you ever say mate?"
"Get up you fucking bug!"
Was all Chrysalis heard before a hoof impacted her midsection, her old chitin doing little. She grimaced, and fought her way up. Only to have a hoof bared upon her again, hitting her right front knee. This caused the entire front half of her body to collapse. Her rump in the air, her mind began panicking.
"No, not another mounting!" She pleaded subconsciously.
To her relief, the mounting never came. But even the thought of it made her sick. She used to be a powerful Queen, but now she's now just become a receptacle for horny stallions looking to get their rocks off, cheaply.
"Get this… thing out of here, Private." The Lunar guard both insulted an ordered.
The Private moved to collect Chrysalis. One of the Lunar guards Chrysalis still trusted. Barely, as she was being raped by all of his companions, he remained stalwart and alert. She could detect pity and… regret emanating from him.
He never touched her, and was loads more gentle when it came to moving her. She was grateful for the Faust-send, as she was fairly certain her knee wouldn't be able to take more weight being put on it. She leaned to her right on his flank and limped forward as he moved along with.
"Private, I thought I told you no fraternizing with… it." Chrysalis had originally thought her anger for this guard could get no higher, but it raised, by a lot.
"I'm not fraternizing with her," The Private put emphasis on the her. He continued. "You just bucked her knee so hard, you damn near broke it. As such, it will be a much faster trip if I support her."
The obviously higher ranking guard stayed behind, with the Private moving slowly, but decisively. They eventually managed to make it to ground level, where they were met by two identical white stallions in identical gold armor. Something about these two stallions seemed familiar. Beyond being the clone of every other Solar guard.
"Thank you…" the Solar guard to the right began, but stopped as he did know the Private's name.
"Private Pitch Locator, Sir." The Lunar guard supplied. Huh, so Pitch was his name.
"Thank you Private, we will be escorting this… abomination," the Solar guard to left said, as he recoiled for dramatic effect. "To the meeting room."
The Lunar guard wordlessly handed off the leash that had been attached to her neck for Faust knows how long, and went back to dungeon duty.
Chrysalis and her envoy began moving. The halls perfectly empty, not a maid or butler in sight.
After about five minutes of slow walking, the stallion to the right leaned over, and gave Chrysalis the startle of her life.
"My Queen, it is us." The Changeling disguised Solar guard told her.
"Child?" Chrysalis nearly wanted to die with happiness, one of her children had survived the repulsion. The stallion to her left spoke as well.
"Mother, please forgive me for the insult I spat against you earlier, that's how they acted." Chrysalis was fairly certain she was going to die of happiness. Two of her children had survived the repulsion. While that was a far cry from the several thousands that used to be her hive, it was still better than being completely alone.
And it was true, while the Solar guard never ended up raping her, and they did act a lot more professionally than the Lunar guard. But they weren't merciful with the insults.
"Mother, we must get out of here!" The Changeling to her right said.
"What are your names?" Chrysalis asked.
"I am #2475," The Changeling began. "And that is #3429."
"We need to get to the meeting room, they're going to a new planet. We can escape to there and restart."
Chrysalis was now more determined than ever.
"Oh, uh, well you see," Nigel fumbled in response to Dante's imquiry. "My mum was English, and my dad was Australian. So I got this accent, some people call it Austrenglish."
Dante eyed Nigel skeptically, but soon turned around and silently agreed.
They reached within thirty meters of the crash site, and Nigel began collecting samples.
"So, what does the M. in Nigel M. Chalmers stand for anyway?" Dante asked.
"Uh, it, uh, stands for crazy." Nigel responded. Dante began.
"That doesn't ev-" Dante was cut off as a portal began flashing to life, above the small crater at the crash site. Dante and Nigel reacted quickly. Dante raising his HK416, and Nigel raising his M9. Their fingers were off the trigger.
The portal continued flashing a brilliant blue, and after a few seconds, three things came charging through. The largest one collapsed in front of Dante, with the two smaller ones stopping to try and help it. They were black, with horns and wings.
"Is that a fucking horse?" Nigel asked. Dante looked at him as though he was an idiot.
"No, that's a fucking pony."
"How would you fucking know that?"
"I come from a horse farm."
The portal flashed again, and the two small ponies looked scared. They began trying to pull the big pony behind a log.
After a few moments, the portal did the same thing it did when it spit out the three ponies.
And a giant blue fucking man cow snorting steam charged out of it.
Dante and Nigel fired without hesitation.
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Triiiiiiied. And failed.
It's really really hard for me to get into first contact stories, especially when it has something to do with the army or something. There are just so many fics like that, that I've been turned off from it. Not that this is a bad fic, necessarily.
However I will give you a piece of advice that I should have followed when first writing my fic. Cursing in narrative lines outside of dialogue. Usually a no-no, though I suppose there is the argument that it's just the author's voice, however, it just seems kinda...I dunno. Juvenile. I've thought a lot about it since my fic, and I think cursing in narrative lines can work if used appropriately. In the beginning of this fic I got bombarded by 'fucking' one too many fucking times.
On the other hand those gripes have more to do with personal taste than anything. Carry on!
4101972 True dat, you should still read fics from the Nigel-vers their pretty good.
As good as that is for a laugh, I don't think you meant to put that there
Either way, keep up the good work on the story, my friend
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4101972
Yeah I was talking with Dropbear about that, and I'm going to try and tone down the cussing.
Admittedly, it doesn't exactly fit Nigel.
But… Dante is a nineteen year old marine, so…
Besides that any other critiques?
4103029
Damnit, why do they put "I" right next to the "O"? Why?!
Fixed, thanks for pointing it out.
4103134 I don't know it just seems a tad off.
4107960
Like how so?
4107961 Nigel is a tad bit docile.
4108092
Being improved upon.
There's also a reason.
4108092
Oh Lord Inquisitor, i'm sure this fic will satisfy both me and you.
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Can't well bloody wait for the next chapter!
4108743 Fail.
4112345
it's strange, if I re-post it it works fine then stops the next day.
EDIT: Found out why, it's adress seems to change with the number increasing so I guess it must be on a site where new images 'bump' it from the current URL.
Eh.
4335997
Eh.
4336013 Too much character buildup and background. Needs more shoots and women.
4336843
Eh.
ehhh why not.
Just keeping track I'll post again when I actually read it.
4103142 The qwerty keyboard is actually a horrible keyboard layout; other configurations are up to 700% more efficient on time and words-per-hand. (Type `7000 words with your left hand on qwerty while only ~200 with only your right) The keyboard layout was made for maximum factory output, unlike the plover layout, which is made for speed and accuracy.
I know the story seems fairly dormant since its first release almost one year ago, but considering how many comments there are and views that have been registered, I'm surprised no one else has pointed out or fixed this egregious typo.
It is literally in the first sentence of the first chapter. Not a great first impression to make.
Oh come you can't just abandon such a well written story it's not fair
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Damn rite!!!
Because it would have been a great story and I like it.