Never Leave Jorowyn Alone
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Adult +
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Chapter 2
Never Leave Jorowyn Alone
Chapter 2
BY: Ginsan
Jorowyn fumed as he surveyed the area. Nearby, Sharpe did her best to try and blend into the background.
She had sent for him once the Youma had begun amassing in force. But by the time he'd finally arrived, thousands of Youma had mysteriously vanished. No traces, and no clue where they had gone. Since she was the one who had called Lord Jorowyn back, she felt responsible for letting so many Youma get away.
“My Lord, my deepest apologies. There were Youma here. It is unforgivable for me to have let them escape.”
Jorowyn turned from where he was examining a suspicious patch of ground, and forced her to look into his face.
“How many Youma?”
“Eighteen thousand, seven hundred and fifty my Lord.”
“You could have just said nineteen hundred even. And how many times must I tell you to stop calling me Lord. We're family. Sure as Hell don't see me calling Endymion 'Lord'.”
He waved off Sharpe as she tried to respond. Instead, he went back to examining the ground. He'd found several hundred such spots already, and he was still baffled. The ground was compressed into a shallow hole, that was perfectly round. The immediate vegetation, what was left of it, was slightly singed. It suggested a large power surge. He had a suspicion of what had taken place, but without any proof, it was all conjecture at this point.
“I want Scouts posted here around the clock. If they left, they might come back. I want detailed reports of anything that even sneezes in the general direction of this area. Once thats done, get back to Camp. I have a feeling that we're about to get thrown into the thick of things, and I want our forces prepared.”
“At once Lord Jorowyn.”
Jorowyn winced at Sharpe's reply, and her sharp salute. With a frustrated sigh, he made his way to the Transport. He had the driver patch him into Endy on Lunara on the way. Someone was going to have to break the bad news to him. In the meantime, it was a long ride. Plenty of time to work on his toy.
* * *
Jorowyn lounged silently as he waited for Endy and the Warrior Kings to finish getting ready.
“You primping Jays are taking longer to get ready than your future wives.”
Angry glares all around, as they continued strapping on their various armor. Zoisite turned to pierce him with a glare.
“You could help out a little you know. It wouldn't kill you.”
Jorowyn smirked as he took a swig from his flask. Nephrite gave him a disgusted look as he adjusted his chestplate.
“I suppose it would kill you, however, to refrain from drinking for one day?”
“Probably. Why risk it?”
Jadeite finished playing with his armor, and approached Jorowyn.
“So then. Why exactly are you hanging around here anyway? Shouldn't you be back on Earth, looking after the troops?”
Jorowyn smirked, as he raised his flask to Zoisite.
“What, and miss out on my little cousin's Wedding? That would be scandalous.” Malachite remained quietly standing in the corner, lost in his own thoughts. Or trying to be. “Besides, I want to see our pal Mal get hitched. If he keeps up this charade of his much longer, I might start to buy it.”
Malachite turned to face him, tone disapproving as always.
“I refuse to be drawn into your childish illusions. I have more than enough on my mind than to worry about what half-baked schemes you have up your sleeves.”
Jorowyn blinked at that, half convinced there might have been a joke in there somewhere.
“Come on Mal, admit it. You're just as nervous about this whole affair today as the rest of them.”
Endymion finally emerged, dressed in his armor, and pinned Jorowyn with a glare.
“Yes, we're doing our part. I remind you, the Ceremony will go off without a hitch, or I will send you to join the Army's Latrine Unit.”
Jorowyn waved him off, as he stood, and took a long drink from his flask.
“You'd never go through with it. We all know you could never bring yourself to rely on anyone but me to maintain Earth's Crys-tech.”
Zoisite smirked at this cousin's retreating back.
“That's because you build half of it in your sleep, and no Mechanic in their right mind would even dream of touching it, much less trying to fix it.”
“As it should be.”
He raised his flask in salute, as he let himself out. Time to get a front row seat, before the Circus began.
* * *
Jorowyn crowed to himself in delight, as he waited in his seat for the entertainment to begin. A shadow from behind though, caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up, and he turned to see who was seating behind him.
“Ah, the crybaby. Who'd you threaten to get a front seat?”
Jorowyn glared at her, as he turned back around and went back to watching the soon-to-be Grooms fidget before the assembling audience. He did his best to ignore the way her tail was twitching back in forth, in clear agitation.
“I'll have you know, I'm an Invited member of the Wedding Party. Who did you piss off to get a second row seat?”
He smirked as he could hear her grinding her teeth, accompanied by a low growl. Any response she may have made, was cut off, as the Wedding began.
One by one, the Princesses, and soon to be Queens walked down the aisle. He smirked, as he watched the byplay between the couples, before Helios even began.
“Dear friends, new and old,” he began, smiling slightly, his chestnut eyes warm and soft. “We are gathered here today for a very momentous event. Not only for the joining of men and women in the bonds of marriage, but also the joining of all good and free peoples in our galaxy under one banner. To fight for freedom, for life, for our very survival in this universe. In the past years I have seen many deaths,” he announced softly, and Serenity could sense a very real and very great pain in him. “I have guided many souls of my brethren and friends to the hereafter, far too many. It is in their memory that I now raise my voice and my heart in song and in hope, that today we take the first much needed steps toward a brighter future. Filled with—not death and despair—but love and unity. For everyone.”
Unable to sit through what he knew would be a long, boring litany, Jorowyn decided to rush things along. In his own, unique way of course.
“Oh common Heely, cut the poetic crap and get down to business. We’re missing the after party.”
He ignored everyone's glares, and grinned at the look on the Priest-child's face. Ah, it was just so much fun messing with Helios.
A sharp smack to the back of his head, however, pulled him from musings over future pranks. He spun around to glare at the small, and feisty Mauian girl.
“Careful with those claws Peasant. Someone might take the liberty of trimming them for you.”
“What's wrong? The little Crybaby can't be happy, so you don't want anyone else to be either? Not even your cousin?”
“And who asked you to pry into my personal life? Peasant's have no business meddling in the affairs of their Betters.”
“If by 'Betters', you mean drunks, then you're right. I don't want anything to do with you. When you aren't crying to yourself, you're too busy trying to make everyone as miserable as yourself. SO you planet is gone. You're the last of your kind. Guess what? No one cares. Why don't you do yourself, and everyone else a favor, and go off and make yourself extinct already.”
Jorowyn glared at her for a moment longer, before he turned back to the front. He was seething inside, so much so that he didn't even notice Helios purposely dragging out the Ceremony now. He may have let the little minx have the last word now, but he would make her regret it later.
As soon as the Ceremony ended, he used his new toy, and transported himself to Earth. Maybe beating around some recruits would help him think up a way to pay her back.
Chapter 2
BY: Ginsan
Jorowyn fumed as he surveyed the area. Nearby, Sharpe did her best to try and blend into the background.
She had sent for him once the Youma had begun amassing in force. But by the time he'd finally arrived, thousands of Youma had mysteriously vanished. No traces, and no clue where they had gone. Since she was the one who had called Lord Jorowyn back, she felt responsible for letting so many Youma get away.
“My Lord, my deepest apologies. There were Youma here. It is unforgivable for me to have let them escape.”
Jorowyn turned from where he was examining a suspicious patch of ground, and forced her to look into his face.
“How many Youma?”
“Eighteen thousand, seven hundred and fifty my Lord.”
“You could have just said nineteen hundred even. And how many times must I tell you to stop calling me Lord. We're family. Sure as Hell don't see me calling Endymion 'Lord'.”
He waved off Sharpe as she tried to respond. Instead, he went back to examining the ground. He'd found several hundred such spots already, and he was still baffled. The ground was compressed into a shallow hole, that was perfectly round. The immediate vegetation, what was left of it, was slightly singed. It suggested a large power surge. He had a suspicion of what had taken place, but without any proof, it was all conjecture at this point.
“I want Scouts posted here around the clock. If they left, they might come back. I want detailed reports of anything that even sneezes in the general direction of this area. Once thats done, get back to Camp. I have a feeling that we're about to get thrown into the thick of things, and I want our forces prepared.”
“At once Lord Jorowyn.”
Jorowyn winced at Sharpe's reply, and her sharp salute. With a frustrated sigh, he made his way to the Transport. He had the driver patch him into Endy on Lunara on the way. Someone was going to have to break the bad news to him. In the meantime, it was a long ride. Plenty of time to work on his toy.
* * *
Jorowyn lounged silently as he waited for Endy and the Warrior Kings to finish getting ready.
“You primping Jays are taking longer to get ready than your future wives.”
Angry glares all around, as they continued strapping on their various armor. Zoisite turned to pierce him with a glare.
“You could help out a little you know. It wouldn't kill you.”
Jorowyn smirked as he took a swig from his flask. Nephrite gave him a disgusted look as he adjusted his chestplate.
“I suppose it would kill you, however, to refrain from drinking for one day?”
“Probably. Why risk it?”
Jadeite finished playing with his armor, and approached Jorowyn.
“So then. Why exactly are you hanging around here anyway? Shouldn't you be back on Earth, looking after the troops?”
Jorowyn smirked, as he raised his flask to Zoisite.
“What, and miss out on my little cousin's Wedding? That would be scandalous.” Malachite remained quietly standing in the corner, lost in his own thoughts. Or trying to be. “Besides, I want to see our pal Mal get hitched. If he keeps up this charade of his much longer, I might start to buy it.”
Malachite turned to face him, tone disapproving as always.
“I refuse to be drawn into your childish illusions. I have more than enough on my mind than to worry about what half-baked schemes you have up your sleeves.”
Jorowyn blinked at that, half convinced there might have been a joke in there somewhere.
“Come on Mal, admit it. You're just as nervous about this whole affair today as the rest of them.”
Endymion finally emerged, dressed in his armor, and pinned Jorowyn with a glare.
“Yes, we're doing our part. I remind you, the Ceremony will go off without a hitch, or I will send you to join the Army's Latrine Unit.”
Jorowyn waved him off, as he stood, and took a long drink from his flask.
“You'd never go through with it. We all know you could never bring yourself to rely on anyone but me to maintain Earth's Crys-tech.”
Zoisite smirked at this cousin's retreating back.
“That's because you build half of it in your sleep, and no Mechanic in their right mind would even dream of touching it, much less trying to fix it.”
“As it should be.”
He raised his flask in salute, as he let himself out. Time to get a front row seat, before the Circus began.
* * *
Jorowyn crowed to himself in delight, as he waited in his seat for the entertainment to begin. A shadow from behind though, caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up, and he turned to see who was seating behind him.
“Ah, the crybaby. Who'd you threaten to get a front seat?”
Jorowyn glared at her, as he turned back around and went back to watching the soon-to-be Grooms fidget before the assembling audience. He did his best to ignore the way her tail was twitching back in forth, in clear agitation.
“I'll have you know, I'm an Invited member of the Wedding Party. Who did you piss off to get a second row seat?”
He smirked as he could hear her grinding her teeth, accompanied by a low growl. Any response she may have made, was cut off, as the Wedding began.
One by one, the Princesses, and soon to be Queens walked down the aisle. He smirked, as he watched the byplay between the couples, before Helios even began.
“Dear friends, new and old,” he began, smiling slightly, his chestnut eyes warm and soft. “We are gathered here today for a very momentous event. Not only for the joining of men and women in the bonds of marriage, but also the joining of all good and free peoples in our galaxy under one banner. To fight for freedom, for life, for our very survival in this universe. In the past years I have seen many deaths,” he announced softly, and Serenity could sense a very real and very great pain in him. “I have guided many souls of my brethren and friends to the hereafter, far too many. It is in their memory that I now raise my voice and my heart in song and in hope, that today we take the first much needed steps toward a brighter future. Filled with—not death and despair—but love and unity. For everyone.”
Unable to sit through what he knew would be a long, boring litany, Jorowyn decided to rush things along. In his own, unique way of course.
“Oh common Heely, cut the poetic crap and get down to business. We’re missing the after party.”
He ignored everyone's glares, and grinned at the look on the Priest-child's face. Ah, it was just so much fun messing with Helios.
A sharp smack to the back of his head, however, pulled him from musings over future pranks. He spun around to glare at the small, and feisty Mauian girl.
“Careful with those claws Peasant. Someone might take the liberty of trimming them for you.”
“What's wrong? The little Crybaby can't be happy, so you don't want anyone else to be either? Not even your cousin?”
“And who asked you to pry into my personal life? Peasant's have no business meddling in the affairs of their Betters.”
“If by 'Betters', you mean drunks, then you're right. I don't want anything to do with you. When you aren't crying to yourself, you're too busy trying to make everyone as miserable as yourself. SO you planet is gone. You're the last of your kind. Guess what? No one cares. Why don't you do yourself, and everyone else a favor, and go off and make yourself extinct already.”
Jorowyn glared at her for a moment longer, before he turned back to the front. He was seething inside, so much so that he didn't even notice Helios purposely dragging out the Ceremony now. He may have let the little minx have the last word now, but he would make her regret it later.
As soon as the Ceremony ended, he used his new toy, and transported himself to Earth. Maybe beating around some recruits would help him think up a way to pay her back.