The General's Decision
Part 3
Dencinito bar™, a subsidiary of the Dencinio Universe, is the ultimate bar for anyone, alien or entity. everything is here, from beer to whiskey, soft jazz to loud heavy music. the long and elegant bar is divided into numerous portions, each segment dedicated to different individuals' taste and preference for goodtime.
while normally loud and gay, this time, the heroes are not in their usual merry mood. they are all huddled in one corner of the bar, with somber expressions on their faces. it is a sad day... to top a really heartrending week.
“to our beloved and respected wavymoks, our lucky charm in every battle...” shouts qatarmus standing near the bar, as he raises his mug. “to wavymoks”, everyone raises their glass and drinks their liquor.
so much desolation can be felt, for they know how the future battles will probably look like. they are greatly outnumbered by the smurfers, with a 1 to 10000 ratio, and the smurfers are rapidly and steadily gaining force by number with each planet they conquer. artillery-wise the alliance technology used to be far better than the smurfers, that is, before the great spy the_bullette stole most of the blueprints of their latest weaponry gadgets. and most important of all, they lost their lucky charm. wavymoks' uncanny aura to bring luck to the troops makes him their best offensive and defensive weapon on and off the field --- smurfers' cloning machines just stopped working, heat seeking missiles missing their targets, even blind jhustinites can go to battle and kill a dozen or more smurfers.
qatarmus prime, realizing the alliance's dire need of a new leader, stands up and shouts “jhustinites!! fellow heroes!! what the hell are you thinking? do you think that we won’t have a chance on the next battle? do you believe that it is better to just surrender and die and let the smurfers rule this universe? we just lost a battle but not the war. if we continue to unite against the menace, if we continue to fight with all our hearts, if we strive for glory for our future, we still have the chance to win this war. what will your fallen brothers tell you if you quit now? imagine fallen heroes shaking their hands from the netherworld...” he pauses and looks around, “i for one will not stop fighting until i exhaust all my battery cells, i will fight for this universe... so who’s with me??“
“we!! harrrrrr !! we’ll fight for the alliance!!! for our survival!!” shouts the jhustinites and the other heroes. after the speech, a sudden change of mood can be felt inside the bar, though still mourning, the jhustinites were no longer worried about their future, they are prepared to fight and win to end this ongoing war.
“nice speech bok, glad you isnpired them, it gives them hope.” whispers shinycoy beside qatarmus.
“Give THEM hope? how about you bok?” replies qatarmus.
“hah, me, bok, this war is nearing its end, unless our generals can find a way to stop the vanessilium and destroy all the cloning devices of the smurfers, we are dead meat... and metal.” shinycoy gulps down his beer.
“my friend, i for one believe that i’ll survive this war. i won’t stop breathing until i see the woman who holds the other half of my heart. so until that time, i ask you to stay with me. you’ll definitely survive.” qatarmus strikes back at shinycoy.
meanwhile, back at the alliance main headquarters, general liwanagrace meets with the other generals about their next defense with the smurfers. with her, as always and of course, is bomber morran, fully recovered from the past incident with the chronoblaster from baby_boomer. the generals from different galaxies are viewing liwanagrace using a 5 dimensional audio-video-olfactory-kinetic-gustatory modality enhanced extra-terrestrial distance conference system. the heroine shows the other generals, their, the jhustinites' next strategy for defense on planet LowHeist™ main defense base of the alliance at galaxy Bonadventurian™.
“general liwanagrace, are you sure that your jhustinites can help my galaxy in defending those smurfers?” asks the general from galaxy Bonadventurian.
“sir, with this fool-proof plan,” as she points out the advanced 5d diagram of their defense formation, “i can guarantee the success of our campaign. not only do we destroy their main ship, but we can also possibly eliminate the smurfers' star general.”
“but your formation... i think i’m missing something, who will be positioned at the helm now that wavymoks is considered dead?” asks another general.
“sir, i will take the helm.”, liwanagrace declares, while bomber morran looks at her in shock,” and i’ll be promoting knight pinkstar into the field, we need lead heroes in the battle. her healing aura can greatly help the medics in this battle.” replies liwanagrace.
“very well, general liwanagrace, i’ll be sending your troops' supplies and armory next week in preparation for your defense of planet LowHeist. good day and good luck.” as the general from galaxy Bonadventurian shuts down the communicator connection and the conference adjourns.
“what the hell are you thinking being the lead warrior on the next battle? you can get killed!!!” shouts bomber as he grabs liwanagrace by the arm.
“let go of my hand hero” as she shakes her arm to break free against bomber's hold,” i am still the head general of this army, and my command and decision is final.” angrily retorts liwanagrace, nostrils flaring.
“but general, think of this, your powers are all offense, you have no defense whatsoever. we are always playing defense against the smurfers. who will protect you there at the battle? you can’t ask the medics to shield you every time.” pleads bomber.
“it’s the medics' job to heal the weak and the injured... i am not injured and definitely not weak. i don’t need them, but a reliable defense shield will be a necessity for our troops. so you better get yourself ready by next week, you’ll be supporting my attack. we need all the manpower we can get.” she concludes the conversation and walks past bomber.
“i am always ready...” bomber whispers to himself and smiles.
back at the dencinito bar, while most are starting to get drunk...
“ey bok, mind you man, what will you do if you find your heart’s other half?” shinycoy asks qatarmus.
“i’ll marry her.” qatarmus replies without blinking.
“marry her? ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!! you don’t even know that lady and you’re planning to marry her?? and what makes you say that she’ll be glad to marry you?” shinycoy laughs aloud.
“my friend, any being who is willing to give you half their heart for nothing in return is worth loving by any means possible.” qatarmus replies with a giddy smile.
“hah! women, look at me bok, see what happened to me. curse those women! i vowed i will never talk to any woman again.” shinycoy proudly shouts. suddenly a lovely chinita soldier passes by, and shinycoy quickly follows her and with a lazy drawl, smugly declares, “hi sexy, how are you doin? mind if I touch your fingers?” shinycoy coyly flirts with the female soldier and leaves qatarmus shaking his head and smiling.
with a loud "BANG!", the door bursts open, and everyone stops at a standstill, and looks at the newly arrived guests, the medics. mamamshieholic, woniebro and ishmolba terebol, not wearing their usual bloody uniforms, march in, hips swaying from side to side. they are, qatarmus thinks, simply breathtaking.
“is this table taken?” mamamshieholic asks the nearest guy on the table.
“no madam, its all yours” nervously replies a young jhustinite.
“thanks. hey, waiter, I want to order ....” woniebro calls the waiter.
at the other end of the bar, qatarmus prime's gaze was still locked on mamamshieholic, and his heart starts to palpitate, faster and faster, since he first set his sights on her. this kind of feeling is quite foreign to our cyborg hero. he continues to stare at her and everything in his world seems to have stopped, as if they are the only two persons in the room.
“damn, that’s the most beautiful lady i’ve ever seen, where is she hiding all this time? the hair, the way she smiles, her eyes, her lips, i am intoxicated by her mere sight. i never knew she can look that pretty without her armor and usual blood stains.” qatarmus whispers to himself.
unexpectedly, the bar suddenly plays sweet slow music and qatarmus sees that shinycoy is already dancing with the young chinita soldier. he stands up, bravely walks the aisle, and proceeds to ask mamamshieholic to dance with him…
Dencinito bar™, a subsidiary of the Dencinio Universe, is the ultimate bar for anyone, alien or entity. everything is here, from beer to whiskey, soft jazz to loud heavy music. the long and elegant bar is divided into numerous portions, each segment dedicated to different individuals' taste and preference for goodtime.
while normally loud and gay, this time, the heroes are not in their usual merry mood. they are all huddled in one corner of the bar, with somber expressions on their faces. it is a sad day... to top a really heartrending week.
“to our beloved and respected wavymoks, our lucky charm in every battle...” shouts qatarmus standing near the bar, as he raises his mug. “to wavymoks”, everyone raises their glass and drinks their liquor.
so much desolation can be felt, for they know how the future battles will probably look like. they are greatly outnumbered by the smurfers, with a 1 to 10000 ratio, and the smurfers are rapidly and steadily gaining force by number with each planet they conquer. artillery-wise the alliance technology used to be far better than the smurfers, that is, before the great spy the_bullette stole most of the blueprints of their latest weaponry gadgets. and most important of all, they lost their lucky charm. wavymoks' uncanny aura to bring luck to the troops makes him their best offensive and defensive weapon on and off the field --- smurfers' cloning machines just stopped working, heat seeking missiles missing their targets, even blind jhustinites can go to battle and kill a dozen or more smurfers.
qatarmus prime, realizing the alliance's dire need of a new leader, stands up and shouts “jhustinites!! fellow heroes!! what the hell are you thinking? do you think that we won’t have a chance on the next battle? do you believe that it is better to just surrender and die and let the smurfers rule this universe? we just lost a battle but not the war. if we continue to unite against the menace, if we continue to fight with all our hearts, if we strive for glory for our future, we still have the chance to win this war. what will your fallen brothers tell you if you quit now? imagine fallen heroes shaking their hands from the netherworld...” he pauses and looks around, “i for one will not stop fighting until i exhaust all my battery cells, i will fight for this universe... so who’s with me??“
“we!! harrrrrr !! we’ll fight for the alliance!!! for our survival!!” shouts the jhustinites and the other heroes. after the speech, a sudden change of mood can be felt inside the bar, though still mourning, the jhustinites were no longer worried about their future, they are prepared to fight and win to end this ongoing war.
“nice speech bok, glad you isnpired them, it gives them hope.” whispers shinycoy beside qatarmus.
“Give THEM hope? how about you bok?” replies qatarmus.
“hah, me, bok, this war is nearing its end, unless our generals can find a way to stop the vanessilium and destroy all the cloning devices of the smurfers, we are dead meat... and metal.” shinycoy gulps down his beer.
“my friend, i for one believe that i’ll survive this war. i won’t stop breathing until i see the woman who holds the other half of my heart. so until that time, i ask you to stay with me. you’ll definitely survive.” qatarmus strikes back at shinycoy.
meanwhile, back at the alliance main headquarters, general liwanagrace meets with the other generals about their next defense with the smurfers. with her, as always and of course, is bomber morran, fully recovered from the past incident with the chronoblaster from baby_boomer. the generals from different galaxies are viewing liwanagrace using a 5 dimensional audio-video-olfactory-kinetic-gustatory modality enhanced extra-terrestrial distance conference system. the heroine shows the other generals, their, the jhustinites' next strategy for defense on planet LowHeist™ main defense base of the alliance at galaxy Bonadventurian™.
“general liwanagrace, are you sure that your jhustinites can help my galaxy in defending those smurfers?” asks the general from galaxy Bonadventurian.
“sir, with this fool-proof plan,” as she points out the advanced 5d diagram of their defense formation, “i can guarantee the success of our campaign. not only do we destroy their main ship, but we can also possibly eliminate the smurfers' star general.”
“but your formation... i think i’m missing something, who will be positioned at the helm now that wavymoks is considered dead?” asks another general.
“sir, i will take the helm.”, liwanagrace declares, while bomber morran looks at her in shock,” and i’ll be promoting knight pinkstar into the field, we need lead heroes in the battle. her healing aura can greatly help the medics in this battle.” replies liwanagrace.
“very well, general liwanagrace, i’ll be sending your troops' supplies and armory next week in preparation for your defense of planet LowHeist. good day and good luck.” as the general from galaxy Bonadventurian shuts down the communicator connection and the conference adjourns.
“what the hell are you thinking being the lead warrior on the next battle? you can get killed!!!” shouts bomber as he grabs liwanagrace by the arm.
“let go of my hand hero” as she shakes her arm to break free against bomber's hold,” i am still the head general of this army, and my command and decision is final.” angrily retorts liwanagrace, nostrils flaring.
“but general, think of this, your powers are all offense, you have no defense whatsoever. we are always playing defense against the smurfers. who will protect you there at the battle? you can’t ask the medics to shield you every time.” pleads bomber.
“it’s the medics' job to heal the weak and the injured... i am not injured and definitely not weak. i don’t need them, but a reliable defense shield will be a necessity for our troops. so you better get yourself ready by next week, you’ll be supporting my attack. we need all the manpower we can get.” she concludes the conversation and walks past bomber.
“i am always ready...” bomber whispers to himself and smiles.
back at the dencinito bar, while most are starting to get drunk...
“ey bok, mind you man, what will you do if you find your heart’s other half?” shinycoy asks qatarmus.
“i’ll marry her.” qatarmus replies without blinking.
“marry her? ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!! you don’t even know that lady and you’re planning to marry her?? and what makes you say that she’ll be glad to marry you?” shinycoy laughs aloud.
“my friend, any being who is willing to give you half their heart for nothing in return is worth loving by any means possible.” qatarmus replies with a giddy smile.
“hah! women, look at me bok, see what happened to me. curse those women! i vowed i will never talk to any woman again.” shinycoy proudly shouts. suddenly a lovely chinita soldier passes by, and shinycoy quickly follows her and with a lazy drawl, smugly declares, “hi sexy, how are you doin? mind if I touch your fingers?” shinycoy coyly flirts with the female soldier and leaves qatarmus shaking his head and smiling.
with a loud "BANG!", the door bursts open, and everyone stops at a standstill, and looks at the newly arrived guests, the medics. mamamshieholic, woniebro and ishmolba terebol, not wearing their usual bloody uniforms, march in, hips swaying from side to side. they are, qatarmus thinks, simply breathtaking.
“is this table taken?” mamamshieholic asks the nearest guy on the table.
“no madam, its all yours” nervously replies a young jhustinite.
“thanks. hey, waiter, I want to order ....” woniebro calls the waiter.
at the other end of the bar, qatarmus prime's gaze was still locked on mamamshieholic, and his heart starts to palpitate, faster and faster, since he first set his sights on her. this kind of feeling is quite foreign to our cyborg hero. he continues to stare at her and everything in his world seems to have stopped, as if they are the only two persons in the room.
“damn, that’s the most beautiful lady i’ve ever seen, where is she hiding all this time? the hair, the way she smiles, her eyes, her lips, i am intoxicated by her mere sight. i never knew she can look that pretty without her armor and usual blood stains.” qatarmus whispers to himself.
unexpectedly, the bar suddenly plays sweet slow music and qatarmus sees that shinycoy is already dancing with the young chinita soldier. he stands up, bravely walks the aisle, and proceeds to ask mamamshieholic to dance with him…
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