Experiment: Logan Jones (Final Push) Ch1

Twenty-eight hours later. The once beautiful kingdom of the demon was set on fire and the town in ruin. Half the town was burning and the people still alive were on the run. Vince was as always leading from the back as Logan and Darla lead the others inside the palace. The palace was quiet. No one was inside but a light emitted from the double doors of the throne room in front of them.

Logan lifted his magical revolver and blasted the double doors to the thrown room of the demon lord apart. Inside a single figure was inside dressed in a beautiful white dress with silver glowing staff in her hand. She was beautiful lady with the wings of a eagle behind her back. Logan could only snort again at the comedy. He had not been told much about the demon lord. However, his masters had been crafted stories for his imagination to expect something different.

She was silent as she waved them forward. “I am Winter Glen. Come. Let us end it. I am the one you are looking for.” She said in a voice echoing around the room.

Logan advanced with Darla close at his side. He lifted his revolver to blast their enemy. Suddenly the demon lord shot fire and ice hit Darla in the chest full on. Logan was shoved to the side as Vince raced at the demon with his shinning sword and roaring. The others followed him.

Logan went over to Darla. He ripped away her armor exposing her chest. He placed his hand on her chest and called to the goddess to his aid to heal her. His hand glowed and energy passed between them as he felt coming back from the wall of the departed.

Darla opened her eyes as the hole in her chest was closed up. She glared at him and shoved his hand away from her chest. She tried to get up but fell back down.

Logan took her in his arms pulling her close as she tried to resist him. She froze when he kissed her. He started channeling his own life energy into her body. Her body glowed and she was healed. She gentle pushed him away and stared at his pale face.

“I hate you. You should have chosen me in the beginning.” Darla said.

Logan nodded. “Yeah. I should have. For what it’s worth. I regretted it every day. Let’s finish this shit.” He said getting to his feet on shaky feet. He started toward the demon lord as she fought off Vince and the others easily with her stance and magic. He started firing on her. Suddenly, he came to stop as he felt something punch through his back and out of his stomach. He looked down at Darla’s fist and smiled.

Darla threw his body at the Demon lord surprising her for a moment. It was enough. Vince finished off the demon lord taking off her head and kicking her body to the ground. Logan lay on top of the demon lord’s body as her blood flowed around him.

Vince and the others walked away Darla didn’t even spare him a second glance. Logan laughed. This stopped them. Vince looked back in mild surprise.

“Your still alive.” He said.

Logan chuckled. “I knew it was going to end this way Mr. Hero. Just know one thing. You and your piece of shit party never would have made it here if it wasn’t for me.” He said laughing.

Darla shook her head at him and walked away. The others followed her out but Vince stayed. “Your right. King Harold told me as much. It was the reason you were trained in healing arts coasted along in training by Sargent Zed. You were a tool from the beginning.” Vince said with a shrug. “It was either that or the others were going to die. We needed a healer and sacrifice. You were pretty useless to us and you would have been killed or enslaved either way.” He said.

Logan nodded. “I guessed as much when you put the fucking collar around my neck. Never did buy the disobeying orders bullshit. That pretty much is the end for me.” Logan said calmly.

“How are you able too still talk and are alive?” Vince asked.

Logan shook his head. “Fuck off. You won I lost. I don’t you owe anything. Get the fuck on Vince and let me die in peace.” He said.

Vince turned on his heels and walked away. Logan chuckled to himself. He felt his soul being called to the after life and wall between life and death was close. Everything stopped.

Logan felt it and then he heard a system alert go off before his system menu appeared before his eyes. Extra life granted. Level upgraded 110 Gold bard level.

Second stage of Demon lord rebirth confirmed.

Logan’s body was pushed aside. The demon Lord came to her feet in shining clothes and taking up her staff. She ignored Logan step over him walking quickly toward the direction of the heroes. Logan was used to being treated like this sense he had been kidnapped to this world.

He was bard class. Short and no powerful abilities but healing and magical fire arms. His system menu popped up again as he heard fighting and death outside the palace. The option to start over or pass on was before him in a menu.

He pushed Bard ree-birth button. He was instantly bathed in a white warm light that expanded around him.

Blue Technomancer CHAPTER 34

Beau was sitting in his wheelchair as he was being pushed inside Martin’s office by Jessica. Ryu and Angel were walking behind them silently. Martin had his back to them and he was standing facing his office window looking out over the city. He had his jacket off and lay on his messy desk. Martin’s hands were clasped behind his stiff straight back.

Beau held up a hand stopping Jessica from pushing his wheelchair any further. “What’s the situation looking like with the normal’s leader? What do they want?” He asked.

Martin laughed. It sounded forced and a little nervous to Beau.

Martin shook his head and sighed. “Well brother to be honest it’s not looking good. Not looking good at all. I’m sure Jessica told you a bit of the situation that is building up. They want you back in the core to run and lead special team supers units. They’re kicking themselves for letting you go I would guess.” He said.

Beau shook his head. “You mean they want to take me to the lab again. I expect they want to break open my body to see what secrecy they didn’t find the last several times.” He said with edge to his voice.

Martin was quiet. “Are you joking or did that really happen?” He said calmly.

Beau shrugged. “I have a high tolerance to pain. It was before the new laws were passed. They used the time to get me to make shit for them. It is what it is. It’s not your fault brother.” He said.

“Ryu!” Martin said.

“He’s not lying. They opened him up like can of beans and dug into his body between making him make weapons. He went crazy after they broke him.” Ryu said behind Beau.

Beau snorted looking back at Ryu. “You are being a very dramatic little kid about it. I knew what I was getting into and I won. They didn’t get what they wanted and I got to see my people survive. I won.” He said.

Ryu shook his head at Beau. “Your fucking insane.” He said.

“Shut the fuck up, Ryu!” Martin said in a sharp cold tone. “You’ll mean your find fucking your tongue when you’re talking to my brother or I’ll cut it out.” He said.

Beau snorted as Ryu paled at Martin’s sharp words. “You’re not as much of bad ass as you think are kiddo.” He said to Ryu and then he looked at Martin’s stiff back. “Brother. Things will get messy for our people if I stay here. These people don’t give a fuck about sending our own kind against us. I’m willing and able too keep on fighting but not at the cost of what you’ve built here.” He said.

Martin was quiet. “Give me some time to work this out brother.” He said.

Beau sighed. “Martin. I can disappear if they’re hard up on having an experimental rabbit again. You don’t have to-” He said but stopped.

Martin turned around and sung his fist down breaking his desk in half with his fist. He glared at Beau before his face relaxed slowly. He smiled at him. “Just give me some time. I know what will happen if you run. They’ll find and then they’ll finally break you and won’t leave anything for us to bury or give your family. I heard your sister came to see you here once. You need to think about reconnecting with your family brother. Family is everything.” He said.

Beau sighed. “Alright. Alright. You handle it.” He said.

“I need your word on it brother.” Martin said.

Beau nodded. “Of course. You got my word. I’ll let you handle them. I won’t do anything until you resolve it how ever way you can.” He said.

Martin nodded and straightened up. “Thank you brother. Your trust in this means everything to me. ” He said.

A sound went off in Beau’s jacket pocket. Suddenly, Beau was standing on newly made metal legs. He turned putting his back to Martin and extended out his hand. Blue electrical energy blasted from his hand striking an invisible enemy. The electrical blasts continued until a blue creature with bat like wings lay on the floor visible. Her small breasts were bare as was the rest of her body. She was naked but for a pair knee high boots.

“Beau Lucas. I should have expected you would get stronger.” The creature said and then spat at Beau.

Beau chuckled. “Nicole Jones. Fancy you here love. It’s been some time. Your still full of surprises. It wasn’t smart of you coming here. But then again you were never strong in that field at least.” He said.

“Bastard!” Nicole spat at him.

Ryu stood with his back to Jessica and pushed her back away from the creature. “Who the fuck is this bitch. A friend of yours?” He said.

“I know who she is.” Martin said coldly.

Martin moved in front of Beau with a pistol in his hand. He glared down at the creature. “She worked for me at one point back in the past as spy and assassin. You took a big risk coming here to kill us.” He said.

Nicole snickered and came to her feet in one flowing motion. She wasn’t hurt. “I didn’t come here to kill you Vlad. I came here to convey a message to you from the sisters. Your over reaching into their market. It’s time you walked away before you and legless over here get pushed out of the way.” She said.

“The Sisters!” Martin said in a cold tone. “Really?! Well I think it’s time I sent a message to your bosses.” He said.

Beau touched Martin’s shoulder. “Easy, brother. I don’t like this.” He said.

Martin froze. “What are you thinking? A trap of some kind.” He asked.

Beau frowned at Nicole who was grinning at him. “If she’s working for the sisters then you know they’re working a angle with her even being here. They know us to well and they’re working their powers on this situation to fuck us over. Let her go. I have to get to work on the security system fast and upgrade our defenses. Killing her would only work to their plan.” Beau said.

“The fuck!? Let her go. The fuck you say. Kill this bitch.” Ryu said.

Martin sighed. “Nicole get your ass out of here. I got your message. I’ll move how I want to and when I want too. Fuck off.” He said.

Nicole laughed. “You’ve changed letting other people think for you.” She said pushing him.

Beau snorted and then he brought out a device and flashed a beam of light on Nicole. She screamed a few seconds and then she was gone. Martin looked at him. “Did you kill her!” He asked in a tone without judgment or care.

Beau shook his head. “I just sent her away from here. It’s something I’ve been working on it’s still in the experimental trial stage. I’ll get to the lab and start work on security upgrades. You’ll need to think of something quickly brother. If the sisters are getting this direct with their attacks we’re short on time to react.” He said.

Martin nodded putting away his pistol in his holster. “What do you suggest line of thinking I take?” He asked.

Beau grimaced shaking his head. “Think of something outside of the box of your normal thinking. I’ll work to enhance your idea any way I can.” He said and then looked at the communicator of homeworld attached to Martin’s dress shirt pocket. He pointed to the pin. “Homeworld. That’s an interesting name for a company. Why did you come up with that name?” He said.

Martin frowned shaking his head but then froze. He nodded his head. “I have to do some thinking and talk to some people. I think I know what your getting at but the plan will require planning and timing.” He said.

Blue Technomancer CHAPTER 33

Beau remained hidden behind his personal shield. He watched inside a dinner across the street as Rider was working inside a busting tables. Rider was working hard with a smile on his face. Beau watched Rider chatting with young and old Supers that were eating inside or working in the dinner.

Beau felt someone behind him suddenly. He didn’t react right away because he caught the scent of the female. He waited until no one was looking in their direction and then he turned toward Jessica as he put down his shield. Beau appeared before them dressed in a black shirt jeans and brown leather jacket with the Homeworld logo pin on the front of the jacket.. She jumped back but Ryu caught her around the waist and held close while he glared at Beau.

“What’s going on baby girl? How did you track my location?” Beau asked.

Jessica was dressed in a dark blue tight jumpsuit and homeworld jacket. She stared at him in surprise. Ryu towered over her standing close beside her. He was glaring at Beau. She smiled at him suddenly and tapped a pink finger nail to the homeworlder badge and communicator attached to Beau’s jacket.

“You forgot the second function of your communicator? What are you doing here?” She said. Her eyes gave off a warm glow of energy.

Beau grinned and shrugged his shoulders. “Just checking up on a old friend of mean is all.” He said with a wink and then he started walking away.

Jessica and Ryu quickly fell into step with Beau and followed him. Ryu glared at him. “The van is just around the corner. The Boss was worried about you. Why you come down to this shit hole to see that old man.” Ryu said.

Beau sighed shaking his head. “You talk like you know what the fuck is going on. You should stick to being the muscle of Homeworld like a good soldier.” He said.

Ryu grimanced. “I know enough about Rider and you, old man. He spent only twelve months doing a bid so he could walk away with a few scars and in a better start and a whole body then you had. You spent five years slaving for the government and being experimented on to keep him from being killed by the normals or worse. You ended up with a broken Broken body, a crippled alcoholic forgotten legend. He ended up looking like a fucking pretty boy hero. You should fucking hate that asshole for having it so easy.” He said.

Beau laughed as a memory hit him like a brick to the face. It was the first time he was experimented on. It had been the first painful and humilating time but every period afterward had been a walk in the park compared to the first time. The thought of dying got easier after that for him once he realized it was only going to be him out of all his people and Vlad’s children.

Ryu flenched back but then he glared at Beau. “Your a fucking crazy old asshole bro. Your fucking nuts. I don’t understand you.” He said.

Beau sighed but said nothing as he shook his head.

“Ryu! That’s enough.” Jessica said. She turned to Beau. “He doesn’t mean to so rude. I think he’s coming to understand you more clearly.” She said.

Beau chuckled shaking his head at Ryu. Beau feeling the ach in his legs start to begin as he walked to a black utility Homeworld van parked on a corner. “You need to stop fishing in other people’s heads for shit that isn’t your business. I did what I did and I saved as many of my people as I could. I consider that a win.” He said.

“The war isn’t over old man. We got eyes on us from the bitch in the white house.” Ryu said.

“Shit. What the fuck does that fucking bitch want now?! Fucking sum ah bitch.” Beau said and started limping quickly to the van. The back door slid open and masked female dressed in all leather. The lower half of her face was covered by a black mask. Her dark eyes were playful as she greeted him.

“Hey baby.” Angel said in a warm intimate voice. She offered her hand to him.

Beau smiled. “Hey beautiful. Wonderful to see your wonderful shapely body again.” He said taking her hand.

Angel quickly grabbed his arm yanking him inside the van and held him close. “Next time tell us when your going out for a bit. You had me worried.” She said in a shaky husky voice.

Jessica followed inside and Ryu slid the door closed as he got inside the front passenger side door. The van took off as Beau started sweating as Angel gave him a black water bottle offering it to him and helping him to drink down the contents.

Beau felt mildly refreshed taking in the drink before he waved the bottle and it’s contents away from his mouth. He looked to Ryu whom was glancing back at his face. “When did the normals start turning their eyes on homeworld? Is it because of what happened with Martin’s son or Rider getting out?” He asked.

Ryu stared at him. “They want you back old man. They sent the boss a offer to be nice but that’s only the beginning.” He said knowingly.

“Shit!” Beau said with a grimance.

“Beau. Don’t worry. My dad isn’t going to turn on you. He knows what will happen if he allowed them to take you again.” Jessica said.

Beau shook his head. “He didn’t allow it the first time someone had to be taken. They wanted you and your siblings. I didn’t have choice.” He said bluntly.

Jessica stared at him with tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry you suffered because of us.” She said.

Beau closed his eyes blocking out her face. He tried to steady his mind and breathing not to think about the past again.

“Beau. Baby. We need you to relax.” Angel said wiping down his sweaty face.

Beau shook his head. “Fucking bullshit distraction. I’ve been out of the game to long now and I’m used up and I’m old. I don’t believe that bullshit for a second. Ah shit.” He said in grunt of pain at the end as his metal legs gave way and he sat on the seat leg less again. “Damn legs gave out again.” He said in a funny voice as he caught them looking at him differently. Not like good old joking Techno. But, like the Blue Technomancer of the past. He didn’t like it.

Ryu stared at Beau. He shook his head at Beau. “I don’t believe your act anymore old man and neither do the normals in the white house.. They going to attempt to start bribing you back in to the military before they go into direct threats against either you or the people around you.” He said.

Ryu shook his head. “No. No. We don’t have time for this shit. Rider is free. Homeworld is on the rise and my people are safe. I can’t let them win. I didn’t survive through that shit for it to end up like this. Fuck em. I’ll figure out something.” He said quietly. His mind began to work fast as he went over possible plans and strategies.

Ryu shook his head staring at Beau. He saw into Beau’s mind like fish bowl. “No. You’re going back to Homeworld and the Boss is going to do the figuring out part. You signed on for that. Your not going back to them. So just stop thinking what your thinking and sit tight and pretend to be a weak old man all you like and sell that shit to some other sucker it only worked on me once.” He said with a snide smile and chuckle.

Beau flipped him off. “Fuck you too.” He said.

Blue Technomancer CHAPTER 32

Beau sat in wheel chair in his apartment dorm room facing a wide screen 22 inch wall plat screen television. There was a live news footage of Rider getting out of prison. Rider walked with careful walk. His eyes were staring straight ahead as he carried his box of personal items and his duffle bag. Rider silver blue metal necklace was around his neck. He was dressed in casual jeans and white dress shirt and beat up sneakers. He doubted it was the outfit that he had went in with. It was outfit that had been assigned to him to wear for the photo shoot.

Beau took a sip from his tall glass of ice sweet tea. He grimaced wishing it was wine but then he shook his head knowing that wouldn’t a good idea. He was twenty-four months sober and trying to keep it that way for Jessica and Angel’s sake’s.

Beau watched as a camera focused on Rider. He walked up to news platform set up outside of the prison. President Smith and other politicians stood and waved him toward them to speak at the podium. Rider looked pale a lot leaner. His eyes though is what made Beau’s head began to hurt. Rider was still riding the line between control and madness. Nightmares swam behind his dark eyes.

Rider still obeyed the summons from the President. He shook hands with her. He nodded his head to whatever bullshit she said to him. He then took his position facing the reporters and looked down at the speech prepared for him to read.

Beau set his glass down on the floor. There was a beep on his communicator. Beau took a breath. “Mute Television.” He said. The plate screen and the words muted in red letters was on the screen.

Beau tapped his communicator pin attached to his jacket. “Techno here.” He said.

“Beau. Are you watching the press conference with Rider?” Martin asked.

Beau was quiet watching Rider read off his speech. He couldn’t hear the words and was thankful for it. “Yeah. I’m watching it now. He just needs to get through it before they’ll let him go.” Beau said in calm even toned voice.

“Brother. He knew what he was getting into when he took that deal. At least now he knows who these bastards really are. I know he was your friend but we did try to warn him they would turn on him.” Martin said.

Beau chuckled. “He’s not as smart as you are brother. He never saw this coming. He’s just a victim of his own ideals. The only thing I want now is for them to leave him alone. He belongs to us now. He survived though I know they had to put him through the shit. He survived.” He said.

Martin was quiet. “I’m sorry brother we couldn’t get him out.” He said.

Beau sighed and then stared at the screen as Rider lifted his hand and pointed at someone. He froze. “Volume on!” He said.

The volume on the plate screen was turned on.

Rider was speaking to a young pretty Super. The young mutant had silver blond hair, she was dressed a white suit jacket and skirt who was standing up. The crowd of reporters around her were silent. Pictures flashed but Rider held her gaze. “My time is done. Save our people. You’ve got a long fight on your hands of a different kind now. It’s a fight you will need different types of weapons to fight. Your speech and your Super noble mind. The future of our kind and generations to come depend on your wisdom and your determination. This time it’s not some dead alien. This time it’s your own government. Your own people. Your own normal country men. You fight for your children and their future. Fight to make sure they don’t fall. You want a hero to look up to look in the mirror sister. You’re a mother and sister of our kind. You’re ready to fight encourage our kind to push on when many would see us dead and gone. That’s my hero.” Rider said and turned started walking away as pictures flashed.

Beau’s mind flashed back to that moment when he was speared in the chest waiting to die finally. Wishing for it but he wanted to live. He felt it.

“Beau?! Beau are you seeing this? What the hell is happening?! Is he doing what I think he’s doing?!” Martin said in growing alarm.

Beau nodded his head. “He’s using his powers on her but his powers are expanding out through the damn camera and crowd. He’s gotten stronger. What the fuck is this!?” He said.

Beau’s phone went off in his pocket. He got it out and answered it. “What the fuck have you’ve done? He was supposed to lose his powers when he was collared.” Beau said.

E’s laughter sent a chill down Beau’s spine. “I told you brother. He would survive. The threat of his illness and his loyalty to the normals has been stomped out. He’s fully on the side of his people. Do you want to meet him?” She said.

Beau hung up on her without answering her. This wasn’t what he wanted. This complicated things and he already could see trouble for Rider once they’re enemies realized what Rider’s real powers were. This wasn’t at all what he wanted.

The Ride doesn’t end

Trump is taking a freeze to USAID. The overlords in charge are shitting themselves at losing their cash cow business front. Librarals hate for T-Money is on the rise.

Here are my thoughts:

After 10 plus years of woke shit, covid 19 shit and emotional blackmail and people just fucking with ordinary Americans and gamers the fucking chickens have come home to roost. It’s time for some free range fresh fried chicken.

Some people are in fear right now of Trump, of the world coming to end and all that bullshit but there is a part of me that is like respectfully…how can I say this?

Fuck em.

I can’t even work myself to reply to the fuckers that road the propaganda cocain machine of the media dream machines. That told me believe to believe all scientists. To trust the science and your political leaders on your home team.

Fuck em.

We ain’t on the same team. I think back on the psysop wars of 2020-2023. Covid mask theories and Orange man bad, Biden is the savory of the world and free range racism. The fucking depression. The psychological battlefield for my mind. All added on to the big Mac of hate for the straight white man 1st and the straight black man 2nd not in tuned to the woke mind virus.

Fuck em.

I wore the mask. I gave the fuckers the benefit of the doubt once. Though I never took not one shot to my ass. I gave them a shot at my trust. They took a shit on my good will and stole my fucking money.

Fuck em.

Holy shit. The mother fucking defenders of ministry of truth want to cry and moan?! All I can think to say is please cry into my coffee cup so I drink that shit or turn that shit into some vap juice.

The fucking ride doesn’t end.

positive voice

The positive voice.

What do you do when you find yourself in a environment of chaos and anger? You desire love and care and only get it in minor moments and then heavy moments of rage from a partner from a family member.

Some times you have to get through those moments. You can’t run away. What do you do when you are striving for a peaceful voice in the void.

Close your eyes and open your mouth or speak with in yourself and be that voice.

You don’t need a hero with a cap to come to the rescue. You are that voice. You have to choose though. You have to actively choose to love yourself and rescue yourself.

My thoughts on Elon Musk….

To those that wrote an article on this man I don’t give two shits about. To those telling me I should give a damn what this mother fucker thinks let alone believes. To those that insist I spend one day or hour thinking about this dude.

To those that think this fucking dude is something to be admired, hated or worshipped. I mean this from the bottom of my heart with all due respect fuck you.

I don’t give a damn what you expect me to care about. I don’t give a damn about some mother fucker that if he didn’t have money he would be just another fucking pookie sitting on a corner with a 40 in his hand and a joint between his lips. Let the stable of hoes on the corner working for him give a damn about him. I don’t. Respectfully.

Not sorry. Not apologizing because I don’t give a damn. If you insist I should give two fucks. Well…fuck you and fuck him too.

Warm Regards,

Guardiandogg

Thoughts on the upcoming world CALL OF DUTY MOBILE TOURNAMENT

I’m lukewarm right now. I don’t think I’m going to try to compete right now in the tournament. I’m really at this point working on some key skills and weapons I need to improve on.

I’m finding that I need to focus on it a lot more. I’m doing a lot practice sessions in the firing range and regular matches. I’m enjoying just being able too just line my sight up fire and rapid session.

Figuring out how to move in a team and back up the team mates is becoming my ace a bit. I love it when a team knows what the fuck their mission is and tries to make a go at it instead of insisting on the bullshit hot-dogging-dog-shit.

BR battle Royale still socks ass but I’m close to becoming legendary in the bullshit.

War

I basically shoot fire at people.

HARDPOINT

I shoot people multiple enemies and it’s a run and gun.

Sniper

I use this for Frontline, Search & destroy and when I want to shoot at a distance. I love this rilfe. My favorite gun right now. One shot hit special baby.