Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 2 - Episode 80

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Must Read: HERO (A Violence, Mind Control And sex Story) - Season 2 - Episode 80

I clear my throat, as I begin to explain to them“You can take my word for it, but when the rest of her race commanded her to abandon Earth, she refused, and has continued to help. But right now, some of her race have returned, to help in our fight.”
“Who is ‘she’?” Serena asks.
“Her name is Vage, and her sister Varand will also be aboard the lead ship.” At least, I think we’ll be the lead ship. “Other females will be piloting their own vessels.”
“Are they, like, all females?” the head cheerleader asks, and I’m starting to get annoyed by her attitude. Her vocabulary could use some work too.

“All the ones on our side are, yes,” I reply, and do a fairly manageable attempt at not grinding my teeth. “If any of you have a problem working with, or under the command of a woman, then leave right now.”

No one moves, and finally there is silence from the snob, as I pick up my on-the-spot speech. “I’m not going to lie to you. What I’m asking of you will be dangerous, and some of you might die. But if we don’t fight them, then all of us will die.”
“What about the Army, or the Marines? They’ll protect us!” I don’t recognize this voice, but it’s the retired Sergeant Major Dawson that responds.

“Don’t believe the bullshit on TV! If these guys can travel that far to destroy us, then we don’t stand a chance, without this guy’s help, or these female aliens.” He grimaces, and spits to the side. “Besides, the only thing that moves slower than the military and government are whiny assed, unmotivated, and spoiled teenagers.” A few snickers respond to that, and even I can’t hide my smile. “If the government can’t find a way to pay its own people, what makes you think they’ll defend us? And if they don’t know about it by now, then they’ll never be able to mobilize in time.”
“You have the choice right now,” I say, before anyone else can ask a question, “to either back down, and walk away, or come with me. No one will think less of you for walking away. We all have families, and friends. This is not something I ask lightly, but something that I must ask.” I look intently at the large group in front of me, wishing I could meet all of their eyes, but instead meeting those I can. “We leave in thirty minutes. Bring only what you wear, you won’t be staying overnight.” I turn to Dawson, and what I say feels right.

“Sergeant Major Dawson, I leave them in your hands.” I give a quick salute, glad that they’re getting better, and walk back into my dorm, to coordinate things with Vage.
She’s not ecstatic to accept any more humans aboard her ship, but recognizes the necessity. Somehow she even talks the other ship’s captains into splitting up the load, between all of the ships.
Thirty minutes later, I step out, and am surprised to find that the retired Sergeant Dawson has done an excellent job of forming everyone into orderly lines. Silence drops as I step out, and I feel the pressure of all those eyes on me.
“Sergeant Major Dawson,” I call the older gentleman over to me, “did this group grow while I was gone?”
“Yes sir. There were a few blue falcons that abandoned us, but a number of them made some calls after your speech, and then a whole lot more started showing up.”
Headlights run across us, and I look up to the packed parking lot. “Heh, some are still showing up.”
“Blue falcon?” I ask, confused by the term.
“Stands for ‘buddy fu-Cker’ sir,” the grizzled man laughs, and I join him.

I look out over the crowd, and see that Tina, Stephanie, Stacy, Dennis, Mary, and Rose are helping line people up in the formation.
“I noticed you trust that group, so I put them in leadership positions,” Dawson tells me, as he notices my glance.
I look down at the man, and am thankful he’s here.
A large van pulls up, and 4 black hefty built Nigerian men and two women get out. Some of them are in old green camo, and each has a rifle over one shoulder. Dawson goes to greet them, and then brings them over to me.
“Sir meet, Mr Rohy, Mr T.gold, Mr lemuel, and Mr Blessedman, and two of their girlfriends. These pieces of chicken Shtt used to work for me,” the older man says, and I know he’s using the insult in an affectionate way.
“With your permission, sir, I’d like to put them in charge of a few squads?”
I nod that I have no problem with that, and they turn to walk away, but not before I hear one of the females ask, “Working for kid officers, again, huh? At least this one’s cute.”
“Careful PamelB, he may look young, but that kid knows how to handle power. I’ll tell you what he did earlier, once we get settled.” They never stopped talking and gigling as they move out of hearing range, and I was forced to ask myself, if allowing Nigerians to join the Team is really a good idea.. Only time will tell.