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Ch 27

“I don’t hear anything,” Summer says, as we look down at my six half-human children. They’re sleeping peacefully right now, and haven’t made any more sounds after that one sentence.

‘You will do fine, father.’

That one sentence still reverberates around in my head. Sometimes it drowns out all other thoughts, even though they only spoke to me that one time. It leaves no room for doubts, and somehow I know I will be able to defeat the demons.

“They’re too young to talk,” my sister continues. “You must be exhausted from working with your ability so much. Why don’t you go get some rest? Using the healing light without any true rest can’t be good for you.”

Nodding, I leave the room, and mentally ask Harana to take me home, since Lela is still on one of the other angel vessels.

There is just something that helps reset your frame of mind, when you walk into someplace that is as familiar as my room is to me. A feeling of nostalgia sweeps over me, even though I’ve only been gone a couple days. For a while I stare at my large Naruto poster, hanging on the wall opposite my bed. I’d picked it up a couple years ago at one of the local cons. On my desk is a figurine from Sword Art Online, which I special ordered from Japan. My TV, not as big as Shanna’s and Shannon’s, has spent countless hours helping me grind through various levels of various RPGs. There just seems to be an energy that permeates the room, and calls it mine. An epitaph of who I am, as though some future archeologist is going to look at it, and say, “This was Nicholas Xavier’s room. The savior of the human race.” There is no longer any doubt that I’ll succeed. Not after my kids told me I’ll do fine.

I just wish I knew how I was going to do fine. . .

Plopping back on my pillow, I’m soon passed out.

In my dreams, I’m sitting at a desk, in nothing but my underwear. Professor Frankens stands before an old-style chalkboard, wearing black shiny leather, and a whip in her hands.

“Answer the question,” my teacher instructs, and I look down to see a piece of paper that’s blank.

“Wh-what question?” I ask, confused.

Donna cracks her whip at me, and I hear it snap right next to my ear. “The one before you. What are you going to do?”

“What are you going to do?” The question gets echoed as Shanna walks into the room, and stands next to our professor. “How are you going to do it?” My girlfriend is wearing an oversized Kingdom Hearts shirt, and something tells me, nothing else.

“I’m curious to hear how my little brother is going to pull this off too,” Summer says, startling me as she bends over and whispers into my ear. “What trick are you going to use?”

The whip cracks again, and I see that Donna and Gina have been joined by everyone else in my life. Even Harley Quinn, and my dad are there.

“Answer the question,” they all say in unison, and I tear out of my desk and start running down the hall.

“Quick, in here,” a voice says, and grabs my arm. I’m pulled into darkness, and suddenly I’m falling. Gina still has a hold of my arm, and she doesn’t seem worried about the fall, so neither am I.

She pulls me to her, and I feel her lips against mine, as her arms wrap around my body. I notice that she is only in her underwear as well. Somehow, despite her advances, I’m not growing hard. “Well, drat,” she pouts when she notices, “I wanted to fool around. Oh well. How are you going to do it?”

I don’t understand. Looking around I see that we’re no longer falling in darkness, but at my mom’s house.

“How are you going to defeat the demons?” Gina asks, and I look back at her, worried. Her grip on my arm tightens, but it doesn’t hurt. I still don’t know the answer to her question though, and go running upstairs.

Okay, okay, I know, when you’re running away, the last place you go is upstairs. But that’s what I did. I tried to go into my old room, but somehow end up in Summer’s bedroom instead.

“Quick, get naked,” Summer tells me, and I see she’s already in bed. “The demons are coming, and we need to get ready.”

Looking down, I see that I’m now completely naked, and I go to my lovely sister. But when we touch, nothing happens. My senses don’t expand, and I can’t feel any of my switches. Worse, even though she is sucking hungrily on my cock it won’t grow hard.

I’m broken, I think, and turn to flee. Outside the window I can see the demon ships landing, and watch in horror as they start ripping into people, eating them raw.

“You’re going to have to kill them,” Harley Quinn says right behind me.

“No!” I yell. “I can’t do that again.”

“Kill them like you killed the old me,” the one time man says as he grips my arms and shakes me.

“No,” I deny what he’s saying, “I didn’t kill you!”

“Nick!” A sharp pain against my cheek brings me back to reality, and I see Dennis standing above me, Robin on my other side. “Dude, you were having a nightmare. Sorry for slapping you, but you wouldn’t wake up.”

Groggily I nod at them, and sit up. My bed is a rumpled mess, and sweat is dripping from my brow. Looking to the clock, I can see that it’s six pm.

“We’re heading out,” Robin tells me, as she gently places her hand on my shoulder. “We have a couple rifles, and there are a number of us heading for the mountains.”

“We wanted to ask if you have any other advice for us?” Dennis asks, and I can tell he’s still worried about me. A small inner part of me laughs at that. A few months ago, he would have called me a derogatory name, and otherwise ignored me. Now he’s a friend.

“Avoid them if they make it past us,” I tell them. “Trust me when I say you don’t want to go up against them, if you can avoid it.” Like I’m going to do in a couple days. . .

“Any chance you wanna fool around one last time?” I grimace at the redhead’s choice of wording, and shake my head. One last time? The parts of my dream where I can’t get it up flash back through my mind, and I’m almost afraid to even try.

They help me out of bed, and I say my goodbyes, hoping that they’re not permanent.

I jump in the shower, and enjoy how refreshing a true shower can be, rather than the Jetson’s style cleansing stations on Lela’s ship.

I notice I’ve a missed call on my cell when I get out, and see that it’s from Shanna. I’ve not seen my girlfriend in a number of days, and smile as I call her back.

“Are you back on the ship?” I ask as soon as she answers.

“No, I don’t want to be in the way. I take it you’re not on the ship then?” Her voice is musical, and soothing to my raw nerves.

“No, I came back to my room to get some real rest,” I tell her, and shudder as I look at the mess of my bed. That dream had been a real nightmare.

“Do you mind coming over?” She asks next, and I groan inwardly. It’s not that I don’t want to see her, but that dream. . .

No, I need to get over that! “Sure, be over in a few,” I try to say cheerily.

“Is everything alright?” I guess there is something in my voice I can’t hide.

“Sure, sure,” I reassure her. “Now you live over in Detroit, right? It’s been so long. . .”

“Ha, ha,” she fakes a laugh. “Now hurry up and get your ass over here.”

“I’ll try not to make a wrong turn in Albuquerque,” I say in my best Bugs Bunny voice.

I finish getting dressed, and head out into the cold air. I debate on taking Lela’s ship, but decide to drive my car. Somehow, the feeling of my hands on the wheel, and the road beneath my tires comforts me. Maybe it’s just another one of those familiarity things.

Popping in a techno CD, I get myself pumped on the awesome beats. My sound system isn’t the best. Well, okay, maybe back in the twenties it would’ve sounded great, but my speakers can’t faithfully lay down the base.

Not yet. . . A few switches later, I’m struggling to keep my car on the road, as each low note shakes my car. Maybe I should turn it down a little.

“Damn,” Julia meets me at the door, “Was that your car? We could hear you a mile away!” She greets me with a warm smile.

I wasn’t expecting her here, and in truth had completely forgotten about Shanna’s one-time rival.

“Yeah, I should probably tune that down some more,” I answer as she leads me inside. “I don’t need anyone calling the cops on me.”

“Oh yeah, I heard they arrested you.” Inwardly I flinch, remembering the situation at the police department after I’d taken down the twins. “You’re a real bad-boy now. That’s so hot!”

“That wasn’t my fault,” I defend myself. While I don’t mind her thinking I’m hot stuff at the moment, I don’t want her getting any ideas. Shanna is my girlfriend, and I don’t want to hurt her.

“Oh, I know,” she tells me off-handedly. “Shanna explained everything to me. You’re a real bad-ass superhero!”

I stop, stunned by her revelation. Is there no such thing as a secret identity anymore?

“Sorry,” I hear Shanna’s mellifluous voice, and I turn to see her walking down the hallway, “I had to explain where I’ve been lately.”

Looking into her beautiful blue eyes, I can’t help but forgive her. “I take it Shannon knows too?”

“Of course I do, you rogue!” Shannon says, entering from the kitchen. If it weren’t for the switches in my girlfriend, I’d never be able to tell the identical twins apart. Well, it helps that Shanna’s hair is still dyed red, with only the roots showing her natural color.

“Of course,” I repeat her words.

“We all wanted to talk to you,” Shanna tells me, and I turn to see all three women looking seriously at me.

This can’t be good.

Shanna leads me to a couch, and has me sit in the middle. Julia sits next to me, her leg touching mine, and Shannon sits across from me in a matching loveseat. My girlfriend sits on my free side, and clasps my hands, looking deep into my eyes.

“We’ve been talking,” she starts, and her hands give mine a gentle squeeze. She already knows I’m not going to like whatever she’s about to tell me. “We want to help you fight the demons.”

Yanking my hands from her, I almost yell, “What? No! I won’t have you getting into any more danger than you will be, just by being on that ship. I wouldn’t even let you up there, if you hadn’t forced a promise out of me.”

Shanna looks hurt for a moment, before replying, “I didn’t force it out of you. I just gave you your options, and you chose to be with me.”

“We really think we can help,” Shannon steps in.

I feel Julia’s hand on my thigh, before she says, “Please. This is our planet too, and we should be able to defend it, also. What makes you think we want you to be in danger?”

We?

Her question strikes me oddly, and I look at her, confused. “Look, Shanna loves you, her sister cares for you, and I. . . Well, I care deeply for Shanna. If you’re going into danger to fight off these demons, then I say you get all the help you can. Maybe in Doom one man can fight off an invasion of demons, but you can’t respawn.”

She’s right, of course, but I can’t have more people getting into a fight they can’t win. “But you can’t fight them. I at least have my switches, and my sister makes me stronger. No offense, but what can you do?”

“I won’t sit on the sidelines, and be your cheerleader,” Shanna says heatedly, and I turn to look back at her. Her blue eyes are smoldering icicles (I didn’t even know that was possible), and her wonderful lips are compressed into a tight line. “I’ve been talking with Leslie, and—“

“Wait, what? What does she have to do with this?” I splutter.

“You didn’t let me finish,” Shanna complains. “She’s an expert martial artist, and I think,” I raise my eyebrow at this statement, and she rushes on, “that with your help, we could be trained and be able to fight as well.”

Well, that would explain how Leslie was able to so deftly dodge me the other day. . . Or was that this morning? Anyway, that doesn’t really help.

“How do martial arts translate into a space battle, and how am I supposed to help you get trained in only a few days?” I almost feel smug in my logic. There’s no way they’ll be able to answer those questions.

Why are they all smiling?

“Away teams, of course,” Shannon says, at the same time her sister says “Your switches, of course.”

I look back and forth between the twins, trying to figure out which one to answer. I turn to Shannon first. “How do you expect to board their ships? Lela doesn’t have shuttles. And no amount of martial arts training will stand up to a gun. Besides, you’ll be outnumbered.”

“Leslie already thought of that,” of course she did. “She’s already recalibrated the teleporters, and is fairly sure she can get us onboard one of their ships. Then we can take it over, and use it against them.”

“Fairly sure?” I ask, trying to keep the derision out of my voice. With Leslie’s super genius and conceited personality, if she’s only fairly sure, then that can’t be good.

“Lela’s been talking with the other aliens, and they’re going to try some practice runs with inanimate objects tonight,” Shanna’s eyes grow distant, and she smiles. “Or rather, they just completed the trials, and were successful.” Apparently she is communicating with someone on the ship.

“That still doesn’t answer the question about you being outnumbered on their ships,” I remind them.

“Oh, come on,” Julia says. “Haven’t you seen enough Stargate episodes? A small team, well prepared, and well armed, will stand a better chance of getting on board, and taking over the bridge.”

“Weren’t you the one that just used Doom as a bad reference for why that wouldn’t work?” At least she has the grace to look embarrassed.

“We’ll have weapons,” Shannon says, “and we can use these light-suits, my sister’s told us about, for protection.”

“Those suits haven’t helped too much in the past, against the demons,” I point out.

“Leslie,” Shanna says, and truthfully that seems to be answer enough. Apparently she’s figured out a way to make them more protective as well. Once again I’m glad the Asian woman is on our team.

“Well,” I say, trying to come up with something to change their minds, “I can’t make you martial arts specialists with my switches. There’s no switch for kung-fu master.”

Julia laughs, and I turn back to her. “Shanna told us that you made her smarter and her memory stronger before one of her finals. All you have to do is increase our muscle memory, and agility, and we’re good. Those nanites should do the rest, with training from Leslie.”

I really have no answer for that. They’re right. It could work, and with Leslie helping, I have no doubt she could guide them to the bridge. My heart plummets, as the thought of them in danger worries me.

‘Give up, brother. You won’t win this.’ Somehow I’m not surprised Summer is watching this.

“But, it’ll be dangerous,” I say weakly, still not wanting to relent.

“Any more dangerous than being down here, if a ship makes it past you?” Shanna asks, and I drop my head in defeat. Yes, I could use a switch to make them change their minds, but I won’t. This is their choice, and they’re doing what they can to help. What right do I have to deny them that?

Shanna’s fingers under my chin lifts my gaze to meet hers. “Thank you,” she says softly, knowing that she’s won. Her lips brush mine, and then she’s hugging me tightly. Then all of them are hugging me.

I’ve never known three such people who were happy to be put into harm’s way. Hell, I wish I could get out of it, but as I’ve already thought numerous times since I’ve learned about Earth’s impending fate: ‘Duty is heavy as a mountain; death is light as a feather.’

Hell, I’m too young to die, and thinking about the three women with their arms around me, too lucky.

Shanna is the last to pull away from me, and her blue eyes are nearly dancing with joy. “I know this isn’t easy for you, but thank you.” Her lips are then pressed to mine, as she kisses my passionately.

I’m breathless by the time she pulls away, and before I can suck in a whole breath, Shannon is kissing me. I swear I’m blue by the time she pulls back with a whispered “Thank you.”

Thankfully Julia doesn’t immediately kiss me, and I’m able to suck in a couple breathes.

“Aren’t you thankful, Julia?” Shanna asks, and I can hear a smile in her tone. I have just enough time to look from my grinning girlfriend to a suddenly squealing Julia, before her lips are pressed to mine, as she moaningly kisses me.

After a bit of her powerful kissing, Shanna speaks up, “Okay, that’s enough thankfulness,” and Julia pulls away with a sheepish grin on her pretty face. “Oh, don’t pout,” Shanna tells the other woman, “You can help me suck his dick.”

Julia squeals in delight again, while Shanna begins undoing my pants. Flashes of my earlier dream, about not being able to get it up flash through my mind, but I shove it forcefully to the side. With these two hot women, and I can see Shannon is getting undressed, I have no doubt that I’ll be hard in no time.

Sure enough, as soon as my member is free, Shanna swallows the engorged head between her lips, making me moan. Julia’s lips start to work on my scrotum, and I place my hands on the backs of their heads.

‘Why did you change your mind on Julia?’ I mentally ask Shanna.

Her answer is awhile in coming, and I just enjoy the sensations the two women are giving me. In fact, Shannon’s feet are planted on both sides of me, and her fragrant cunt is on my lips, before her answer arrives.

‘Because you’ve been so good to me, and I know I can trust you. You have a lot on your shoulders, and I’m more than happy to offer whatever distractions I can.’

How did I ever get so lucky? I wonder, as I continue to moan into my girlfriend’s twin sister’s cunny.

‘I hope you know, I love you,’ I tell her in response to her answer.

‘Gee, what took you so long?’ She must have felt me stiffen, well, more than my member at least, as she continues, ‘You were broadcasting again the other day.’

‘wha—Dammit!’ I think. Why can’t I seem to keep my mind in my own head? ‘Well, that’s one way to ruin the moment. . .’

Shanna starts laughing so hard, she has to pull away from my phallus. Julia immediately replaces her, and I have to admit that she knows how to give good head.

I try to send my disgruntlement to Shanna, but she only laughs harder.

“You’re the only man I know that can be getting head from two women, while sucking on my sister’s clit, and be upset about telling me you love me!” my girlfriend exclaims, and this time I have to laugh as well. She really does have a point.

Since she’s talking out loud, I might as well too. “Well, you’re just going to have to put up with my grumpiness, because I do love you, and love you dearly!” I try to sound gruff, but can’t hide my smile as I say it.

Shanna’s eyes brim with tears, and I think I’ve overdone it, but when she shoves the other two women out of my lap, and kisses me again, I know they’re tears of happiness. She must have disrobed after pulling away from me.

‘Was this the response you wanted?’ she asks.

For answer, I grab her rear, move her above my rod, and shove her down while I thrust up. She feels fantastic, as I slide up into her warm velvety folds. Her kiss turns into a moan, and then she has to place her head on my shoulder as I work my way in deeper.

My girlfriend’s right earlobe in near my mouth, and I use my tongue to pull it between my teeth, and give it a little nibble. Someone grabs my left hand, and I look over to see Julia, now completely naked, as she guides my fingers towards her cunt. My middle two fingers slip in with ease, and I crook them to rub firmly against her front wall, making her moan in delight. She starts to twiddle with her clitoris, and I watch as her eyes roll back in her head in pleasure.

Shanna’s moans change in pitch at the same time I feel her womb strangle my cock, and another presence between my legs. Looking down her back, I can see Shannon’s face buried in her sister’s ass.

Julia is the first to cum, thrashing on the couch next to us, as I pick up the pace with my fingers. As she comes down from her orgasm, she pulls my fingers from her, leans over, and gets Shanna’s attention. The two women start sucking on my fingers, sharing Julia’s cum, and sending me to new heights of lust. I start pumping my hips harder, and I feel Shanna’s vagina grip me hard as she cums on my pole.

My girlfriend rolls off my lap, and onto Julia, but my cock isn’t free for long, as Shannon sucks it in between her lips, and cleans her sibling’s cum from it. The other two women are hungrily kissing, fingers buried in each other’s pussies.

“Now it’s my turn for this beast,” Shannon states as she stands up and turns around. Sitting back in my lap, my cock between her legs, she starts to rock her hips, as my penis rubs along her slit. It feels good, if different, but I definitely prefer to be inside a woman. Thankfully she doesn’t do this for long, before shifting her hips and standing up a little, then sinking back into my lap, this time with me inside her.

“Oh, fuck, Shanna,” Julia cries beside us, and I look over to see that my girlfriend has her whole fist inside Julia’s sucking cunt, a tit in her mouth, and the other tit getting rolled between her fingers. “Fuck, right there! Yeah! Oh, god, your making my cum again!” The erstwhile rival starts shuddering again in bliss.

“Their pretty hot to watch, aren’t they?” Shannon asks, and I can only nod. “If you’re done watching them, I could use a bit more attention.”

Embarrassed, I turn back to the brunette, and turn her head to kiss her passionately, while I grip her thighs, and force her fully down on me. I slip into her womb, and she cries out into our kiss.

“Oh god, I’d forgotten how deep you go,” she yells, breaking our kiss. Reaching around her body I grip a firm breast in each hand, and lightly twist her nipples. After a few seconds of this, I drop my right hand down to her crotch, and it only takes me a second to find her clit, and then she’s cumming fiercely, her juices dribbling down my balls and onto the couch. I don’t let up on her cunny, until she pulls my hand away, still shuddering, and mumbling, “No more. . . No. . . more.

Looking over to the other two women, I see their looking at me wide eyed.

“What?” I ask.

“You don’t normally last this long,” Shanna says, and then before I can answer, she turns to Julia. “Are you ready for that?” Shanna asks, nodding to my sloppy genitals.

Julia squeals again, and I realize she likes her squeals, as she turns and kisses Shanna some more. Her rear is in the air, and I stand up, to get behind her. Between how wet my cock is, and her dripping slit, I slip into her, up to the hilt in one slide. I’m surprised that I’m fully seated inside her, without feeling her womb wrapped around the tip of my phallus, until I remember her getting fisted a bit ago. Up until this point, I’ve only been able to sink fully into women who’ve had kids, or into their wombs, so slipping into a babe this hot, and this young is a nice experience, despite her not being as tight as the other two women in the room.

“Ungh,” Julia grunts, and turns to look at me, “It feels like I’m being fisted up to my chest!” She turns back to Shanna, and tells her, “Thank you. I love you too.”

‘Looks like you’re quite the loved woman tonight,’ I send to the dyed red-haired woman.

‘Jealous?’ she sends back, and I can see her smiling at me. My girlfriend slides up the couch, until her cunny is under Julia’s lips, and the girl I’m fucking hungrily attacks my girlfriend’s labia.

‘Not at all,’ I send back to Shanna, ‘you deserve to be loved.’

Love you, she mouths back to me, then her face is covered as Shannon sits on it.

How did I ever end up this lucky? I wonder again. Here I am, fucking a beautiful blonde, doggy-style, while she brings my girlfriend to another orgasm. Meanwhile, my girlfriend is sucking on her own sister’s clit.

I can feel that familiar churning in my scrotum, and pull out of Julia. Stepping up to where my girlfriend is bringing her sister to another orgasm, I slip my cock between them, and start firing off. Julia dives up Shanna’s body, when she hears me grunt out my ejaculation.

I stumble back, a little weak after coming down from my orgasm, and sit on the floor, admiring the way Shanna and Julia bring Shannon’s orgasm to a whole new level, while licking up my sperm.

My phone rings, and groaning, I crawl over to my pants, to see that it’s Dennis calling. I glance at the three women on the couch, and smile as they’re sharing a three-way kiss.

I decide to ignore the call, but my thumb swipes the Android screen the wrong way, and I accidently answer it.

Oh, well. “Dennis, what’s up? How are the mountains?” It doesn’t occur to me until after I ask that he shouldn’t have cell service up there.

“Umm, yeah. Hey dude, listen, Robin and I’ve been talking, and we don’t feel right about running for the hills.”

“Uh-huh,” I say, already knowing where he’s going.

“Well, you see, it’s like this: we made a few calls, and so far, mostly everyone agrees with me. We want to help.”

Mostly everyone? “Who’ve you been talking to?” I ask him, and am surprised by the answer.

“The entire football team, most of the basketball team, and Robbie said that his girlfriend, Nicole can get the cheerleaders to help too.”

The silence in the room is so loud, I look around to see Shanna, Shannon, and Julia all looking at me worried.

‘Is everything okay,’ Shanna asks me mentally, and I nod to her.

“And they all believed you?” I feel my lips asking, but don’t remember sending them the command.

“Dude, you’re kinda a celebrity on campus. Everybody’s been noticing odd things happening around you, and after that scene with Robbie and Gina in that basement, well, let’s just say that the football team took no convincing.” I’m speechless. Robbie had bullied me for years, and now he’s an ally? I knew he was no longer hostile towards me, but to actually risk his life to help. . . “Dude, you there?”

Blinking I come back to reality. “Yeah, yeah,” I reply, slightly breathless, “have everyone ready at our place before sunrise. Make sure they know this’ll be no picnic. Their lives will be at risk.”

Dennis agrees and hangs up. I tell the three women about the new development, and they’re all hugging me excitedly. We might not have an army now, but we have more than a squad to take over the other ships.

A small part of me still twinges at the thought of my friends putting themselves in harm’s way, but this really is their fight too.


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Ch 28

All told, my task force comes to seventy-two. I’m shocked at the group that stands outside my dorm in the wee hours of the morning. The moon is still high in the sky, and there are still a couple hours until the sun decides to peak its bright yellow head above the horizon.

Besides the football, basketball, and cheerleading teams, the hockey, and swim teams have joined us as well, including various friends from around campus. There’s even a gray-haired gentleman with a military hairstyle, and an AR-15 strapped to his shoulder.

“Sergeant Major Wilson, retired, at your service,” the older man salutes me. Clumsily I return the salute, as I stare at the group around me. Shanna, Shannon, Julia, and even Gina are all standing behind me, with Dennis and Robin talking with Robbie off to my side. “I understand you’re the man in charge,” Wilson states more than asks.

“Um, yeah, I guess.” Great job, I think to myself. Way to act confident.

I can see that the one-time soldier has his doubts in me, but he doesn’t voice them. I like him already.

“Mind if I get this group in some kind of order?” I nod, and he turns and starts yelling out orders. The sports teams ‘Fall-In’ in quick order, likely because they’re used to taking orders from coaches. The various friends see what’s happening, and figure it out as well. Once everyone is lined up in loose rows, Wilson turns back to me and salutes. “They’re all yours, sir.”

I return the salute better this time, and say, “Thank you, Sergeant Major.” I look past him, and see that 144 eyes are looking back at me. In the back of my mind, I realize that that’s twelve squared, but focus on the right now.

Yeah, right now, with all of those people waiting on me to say. . . something. My mouth goes dry, and I have to swallow to get enough moisture worked into it to speak.

“I don’t know what you’ve been told,” I start out, and think that as far as speech beginnings go, it sucks, “but an alien race of demons will be here in a few days to destroy the human race.” Murmurs break out, and I have to lift my voice to be heard over them. “Another race has come to help us, and has already helped us. Some of you may have heard, or seen things happening around me, that didn’t make sense at the time.” Everyone grows quiet, and waits for me to continue. “I have the ability to change the quantum state of things around me, and I plan to use that ability to stop the demons, before they get to Earth.” Thank you Jesse for that terminology.

“Prove it!” someone yells from the crowd, and there’s a general sound of agreement from many others.

Wilson seems embarrassed from the behavior of his formation, but I know that they’re not trained soldiers.

“Who said that?” I call out, and people start to shuffle, but no one moves forward. “If you don’t have the courage to face me after yelling that, how will you find the courage to fight the demons?” Calling someone a coward is the best way to stiffen their backbone.

A large man, who I think is from the hockey team, finally steps out, and I look him up and down. He is easily twice my width and a good foot taller as well. He’s also ugly as sin.

“What’s your name?” I ask, smiling up at the big man.

He glares down at me, trying to intimidate me, but he doesn’t scare me.

“Jared Albrecht,” he growls.

“Are you by any chance related to Special Agent Albrecht?” I ask, already able to see the resemblance. He grunts affirmatively. “Good,” I tell him, and uncertainty enters his eyes. I’m tempted to do something mean to him, in retribution for the way his mother treated me, but I know that she was only doing her job. “Your voice sounds like you’re a basso.” He nods again, and I make an easy switch, and flip it up. “Why don’t you tell everyone about that great win in your last game, and how you helped pull it off?”

Getting a jock to brag is the easiest thing in the world, I think, as he turns to the group.

“Johnson passed me the puck. . .” he trails off, as his new falsetto voice comes out. “What did you do to me,” he literally squeaks.

I flip his voice box in the opposite direction, further than where it had originally been, and say, “I’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

Grabbing the front of my shirt, he actually lifts me off the ground, and brings my nose up to his. His brows are knit together, and I know he’s angry, but I don’t let my smile slip.

“I want you to change my voice back!” a very deep baritone rumbles from his chest, and he drops me in surprise.

I change his voice back, well, maybe keeping it a little deeper, just for the embarrassment I’ve caused, and tell him to get back into the formation. “Anyone else want to test me?” I ask, and am met with only silent, wide-eyed stares. “Good. Now, then, as I was saying, I’m going to use my ability against them. What I want from you, are boarding parties. Your job will be to infiltrate their ships, and take them over.”

“How do you expect us to do that?” someone else yells.

“With the help of these other aliens, you will be trained, and become proficient in what you’ll need to do, within a couple days.”

“Like, how do we know we can trust these other aliens?” A feminine voice rings out, and I recognize Nicole Hama’s snobbish tone. I also hear Robbie trying to shush her, but she has a valid question.

“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. Some of her race have returned, to help in our fight.”

“Who is ‘she’?” Nicole asks.

“Her name is Lela, and her sister Harana 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 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 Wilson, and what I say feels right. “Sergeant Major, 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 Lela.

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 Major 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,” 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 fucker’ sir,” the grizzled man laughs, and I join him.

I look out over the crowd, and see that Gina, Shanna, Shannon, Dennis, Julia, and Robin are helping line people up in the formation.

“I noticed you trust that group, so I put them in leadership positions,” Wilson 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 a bunch of men and two women get out. Some of them are in old green camo, and each has a rifle over one shoulder. Wilson goes to greet them, and then brings them over to me. “These pieces of chicken shit 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 Simpson, 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 move out of hearing range.

It takes nearly another thirty minutes until I decide that we need to get started. Anyone else, who shows up, will have to watch from the sidelines.

Wilson gives the formation to me again, and I face them. “I’m about to make some changes in you,” there is a large audible gasp as a flash of light occurs behind me. My sister has just arrived. I don’t even turn to look at her, able to sense her through my switches. “I going to make you smarter, faster, stronger, and increase your muscle memory.”

‘Are you up to doing all that?’ Summer asks. ‘There are a lot here.’

‘I’ll have to be, if the plan is going to work.’ I respond, and she takes my hand. Immediately I feel my ability expand, if only minimal compared to when we’re—

‘Focus, little brother, we can do that later.’

Damn my broadcasting mind!

‘Lela, the healing light please?’ and that quickly, I feel myself being energized. Too late I remember the changes Leslie made in the light, as I grow a raging boner. With my girth, there’s no hiding it either, and I receive no shortage of stares at my midsection. Everyone else is gasping at the light surrounding me, with no apparent source.

Without waiting any longer, I start forming the switches, making each individual switch, cover the entire group. The strain is huge upon my mind, but at least I’m not trying to change their very nature. Even so, by the time I’m done, I find I’m on my back, head cradled in my sister’s lap. Before I black out, I notice one other thing. My sister is completely nude.

* * *

A warm pleasant feeling brings me slowly awake. It’s not until I hear the sound of slurping, that I realize I’m getting head, and at that point, come fully awake.

There is no mistaking Leslie’s black hair, as it bobs up and down in my lap.

‘About time you came to,’ the Asian woman sends to me, through the nanites.

“What? Aren’t you supposed to be training everyone martial arts?” My head feels stuffed with cotton, and it’s hard to think. I really overdid it with those group switches.

‘I created a self teaching program, that’s playing on all of the ships. I can’t be everywhere at once. Two people abandoned us after going through the pain of the nanites. The rest are learning exceptionally fast, thanks to you. They should all be proficient by the end of tomorrow.’

I shake my head, and then moan as Leslie does something with her tongue around my sensitive rim. Only lost two? That’s better that I could have hoped for.

“How many do we have?” I keep talking out loud, since there’s nothing in my mouth.

‘222,’ she informs me, and my jaw drops. That many? ‘Now do you want to keep asking questions, or take care of this erection you’ve had ever since you came aboard?’ Her question is emphasized by the slight touch of her teeth.

“Well, since that is technically your fault, I feel it’s only fair for you to take care of it,” I tell her in an off-hand manner, that’s ruined only by another slight moan. How has she improved so much at giving head, in such a short time?

‘I learn quickly,’ she informs me. ‘Now give me some attention, or I’m leaving.’

I laugh, but pull her nude body around, and she places her slender legs on either side of my head. Lifting up, I touch the tip of my tongue to her slit, and enjoy the tangy flavor of her crotch. I wonder what her diet is, to give that flavor. This time I make sure the thought stays in my own head.

Inhaling, I suck in one of her lower lips, and enjoy the sensations her moans send along my phallus. I twiddle her labia around between my teeth and tongue, until I know she’s really warmed up, then reach one hand around, and force her hips down, while I suck hard on her clit, nibbling a little as well. My left hand goes to one of her tiny titties, and I start thumbing a miniscule nipple.

It only takes a couple seconds of this, before my mouth is flooded with her juices. I swallow all that I can, while her vagina bucks against my mouth. She spins around, and quickly has my penis head positioned at her tight entrance. Despite how wet she is, it takes a little effort before my head slips in, and her brown eyes roll back at the invasion to her snatch.

After a couple seconds of holding still, I ask, “Are you just going to sit there, or are you going to take care of this erection?” I’m smiling, and am greeted with her warm, if animalistic smile, in return.

“Well, since my current state is your fault, why don’t you take care of it?” I laugh at the turn in our play, and get an idea.

Turning off the gravity in our room, I hunch my back, lifting us slowly up, only to turn the gravity back on, and falling to the soft surface below. When I land, I can feel myself forced into her tight cunny a little more.

“I have created a monster,” she tells me, but then she turns off, then back on the gravity, forcing me even deeper into her.

“Just call me Frankenstein,” I grin, and on the next drop, my hands are ready on her hips, and I pull her down as my back slaps the floor. My prick hits bottom on her, and she grunts at the impact. Looking down, I can see that I’m only halfway inside her. I’m tempted to do like I had with my sister, and loosen her womb, but back off. If she pushes to have more inside her, I will, but not until then.

“You feel like you’re fucking my very mind,” she tells me, and I love how her slight accent caresses each word.

I grin at her compliment, as I sit up, this time only lowering the gravity, and latch onto one of her small, dark nipples. Taking it between my teeth, I keep moving, forcing her onto her back. Once we’re comfortable again, I pull out of her, all but the tip, then drive back forward, until I hit bottom again. Her insides feel like they’re on fire, and every inch takes effort to move into, she’s so tight, but I don’t let up, and soon I have her screaming in ecstasy, her hands digging into my scalp. She moves my head to her other nipple, and I realize I’ve been attacking that one pretty thoroughly.

After a few seconds enjoying her left breast, she pulls my face up to hers, and kisses me passionately, as her body is wracked with more paroxysms of joy.

She shoves me off her as she tries to regain her breath. “Hold on. I need a quick break,” she says, then bends over my lap, and starts to lick her juices from my cock. Somehow the genius woman is able to angle the healing yellow light so that it only touches her, and after about thirty seconds, she’s ready for more.

I have her lie on her side, with her bottom leg straight, and her other one crooked. Straddling the first leg, I once again have to apply some decent pressure to get inside, but then slip halfway into her with ease.

“Forget about fucking my mind,” she moans, “you’re in my soul!”

I grin at her, really enjoy the obvious pleasure I’m giving her, as I saw my hips back and forth. I use my left hand to stimulate her clit, and soon have her cumming again. As soon as she comes down from this one, I turn her onto her stomach, and pull her hips up. Planting my feet on either side of her, I use my strength to hit even deeper and harder into her.

She feels so great, as I move bit by bit, striking ever deeper into her, and then without any warning I’m firing like a cannon against her womb, as if my rod is trying to break down the barrier to her baby-hole. Like a battering ram against the portcullis of Winterfell, I feel her womb give way, and my last to shot barely makes it out, past that extremely tight ring.

We’re both breathing heavily, as we flop onto our sides, and gaze appreciatively at each other.

“Even if we die in a couple days, I’m glad to have met you,” she says to me dreamily. “Thank you.”

I smile in return, saying, “Thank you. Believe me, the feeling is mutual.”

* * *

“How are things going,” I ask the retired Sergeant Major, walking into Lela’s large featureless blue room. I really need to come up with a better term for this room. The Deck? No, sounds too much like a boat. Command Center? Hmm, that might work. Okay, so I walk into Lela’s Command Center.

A hologram of Leslie is going through various martial arts forms, repeating them for a large group of people. The group is following through, and I notice that their movements become more fluid with each repetition.

“Those tiny machines we got are giving these dirtbags greater stamina. I’ll tell you what, if we’d had a setup like this during my last deployment, the war would have been over in less than a week! Hell, even I feel ten years younger.” He glances around covertly, then leans in and states, “What’s the deal with the shiny naked broads?”

Laughing I smile, and ask, “If you want, we can get you a suit like that.” But before he can answer, I send to Lela, ‘Umm, can we get enough light-suits to clothe everyone? It’ll offer a lot more protection.’

‘All ships are working on it,’ comes the response.

“Me, walk around all but naked? No thanks. Nobody wants to see my crusty old ball dangling down.” I wonder at the singular ‘ball,’ but shake it off. I think I’d rather not know.

“You may not have a choice,” I tell him. “They offer a lot more protection, and if it means saving lives, I’ll push for it.”

He nods, but asks, “Aren’t you concerned about it being distracting? I mean, I know you’re used to such things, but the rest of these kids aren’t.”

I look out over the group of ‘kids,’ and know he’s right. “I’ll leave it up to you, Sergeant Major, to organize them into groups, separate males from females if you have to, but I want them as protected as possible. Their lives are my second highest priority.”

He gives me a sharp nod, and I find it a little odd to be giving commands to the grizzled military man. For that matter, thinking of this group as a bunch of kids seems odd. I feel like I’m a hundred years old, and out of touch.

Wilson takes a couple steps away, then turns back, and asks, “Excuse me, sir, but what is your top priority?” He looks at me intensely, waiting for my answer.

“To stop the demons at all costs,” I answer, without breaking his stare.

I see the ghost of a smile split his lips, before he gives me another nod, and turns to chew out a couple of ‘lily livered yellow bellied’ kids who are taking a break, instead of working through the exercises that Leslie’s hologram is displaying.

Ha! Kids. . . When did I get so old?

I head towards Lela’s room, and find her breastfeeding one of our kids. She looks haggard, and I ask, “Is everything alright?”

‘Yes, my body is fine, but managing the ship with so many on board, and creating the suits and weapons is taxing my mind.’

I feel terrible for her. I never knew, or even understood, what she does to manage this vessel.

She looks at me, and I can see her smile appreciatively in the dim light. ‘Harana should be here shortly to allow me to recuperate.’

“Do you need me to leave, so I’m not distracting you?” I look into her large silvery eyes as she shakes her head.

‘Sit with me, and keep me company. You are a pleasant distraction.’ I feel warmed by her response, and do as she asks, saying nothing as she finishes breastfeeding one of our sons, and hands him to me to rock.

I still marvel at how small he is, and can’t help but think it’s cute when he stretches and yawns, showing his two tongues. Lela gets up, and walks slowly to the other room, and returns with a daughter, latching her onto the other breast.

‘Last one,’ she sends me, and I reach over and take her three-fingered hand in mine. She looks at our hands, confused for a moment, then smiles, and gives it a little squeeze.

We sit in silence until our daughter is done feeding, and this time I get up, carrying both back to their blankets.

I lay them down gently, and am about to turn away, when the boy I’d just been holding opens his eyes, and stares right at me.

’Be at ease, father. We know your pains. Some will die in the coming battle, but we think you’ll survive.’ Their combined voices literally booms in my mind.

THINK?!? They ‘think’ I’ll survive? That’s reassuring!

I feel a hand on my shoulder, and jump, startled by Lela’s sudden presence.

‘I don’t understand,’ she tells me through the nanites.

I realize that once again, I’ve been broadcasting. Looking back to our kids, I see that they’re all sleeping. . . Or pretending to sleep.

‘They just spoke to me again,’ I send to her. ‘They said that they think I will survive the battle.’

‘They are too young to speak, and they don’t have the small machines in them to communicate. I think we’ve both been working too hard. Harana is out there, minding the ship. Let’s get some rest together.’

“But I. . . But. . .” I shake my head, confused. I woke up not that long ago. I can’t be that tired, can I?

Lela takes my hand, and guides me over to another pile of blankets. I give one last glance to the six children, and notice the boy with his silvery eyes, wink at me. I’m tempted to point this out to the angel next to me, but she’s already asleep.

I lay there, next to the alien mother to my children for awhile, but can’t sleep. Walking silently over to the six babies, I look down at them. “’One day I will understand you,’” I whisper, both speaking it aloud and sending it to just them with my nanites. They don’t even twitch.

Walking out of that room, I see Harana sitting where Lela had been, and can see she’s deep in concentration.

As I enter the Command Center— yes I think I like that term a lot better— I can see that changes have already been made in the formation. There isn’t a female in the group. Well, except for Leslie’s hologram.

Wilson spies me, and comes over to stand next to me.

“I think we’re going to pull this off, depending on their numbers,” he tells me. We stand in silence, watching them train, until they take a break in the healing yellow light. I notice that none of them get a boner!

“I’ve been thinking about what you told me earlier,” he says, breaking the silence. “About me wearing one of them nude suits.”

Annoyance bubbles up inside me, but I tamp it down. It won’t do to argue with this man in front of everyone, and everyone is watching us.

“Okay,” I reply in a level tone. Level as granite.

“Well, you’re going to need a command post back here. One that doesn’t go on attack runs. Boarding runs? Dammit, I’m from the Army, not the Navy. Anyway, unless you’re planning to control everything, you’ll need another team at the head, managing the squads that’ll be going out. And a backup command post, if the first gets wiped out.”

Thank goodness this man is here. There’s no way I would have come up with that on my own.

“Make it so,” I tell him, fighting the urge to add, ‘Number One.’ I will not pretend to be Picard.

That actually reminds me of something.

“One last thing, and this is important.” I wait for Wilson to meet my gaze. “Absolutely no one, and I mean no one is to wear a red shirt after today, until the battle is over, or we’re dead. Anyone complains, and their out.”

The retired Sergeant Major gives me a quizzical look, but says nothing, until he turns and bellows out the order. More than I would have suspected laugh, and nod agreement.


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Ch 27

The following two days are spent training up our little army, and finding what comfort I can with my various women. Every night our army goes home, exhausted, but determined, and every morning more show up to join humanity’s cause. I’m even surprised when Special Agent Albrecht appears on the second morning, and glares down at me.

“I knew there was something screwy about you, Mr. Xavier,” she tells me in her gravelly voice. All I can say is that I’m glad I won’t be anywhere near her group of females when they don their light-suits.

Donna Frankens shows up the next morning.

“It’s good to see you’re alright, Mr. Xavier,” she addresses me stiffly. “I’ve been worried when you started missing so many of my classes. Especially after getting arrested outside the math competition.” Her brown eyes bore into mine, and I can tell she has a lot more to say to me, but won’t in front of so many other people. “Is that the girl from the other team?”

I look to where she’s pointing, and groan inwardly. Leslie is amongst the others, and she’s being treated like a celebrity. Everyone wants to shake her hand, or talk to her. That’s not the problem, though. To Donna it must look like I threw the competition, to let them win.

“I couldn’t see the last question,” I tell her, somewhat defensively.

“What? Oh, I know. The others told me.” She looks back to me, and this time smiles. “I guess I was just worried. I was told a little about what’s going on, but it sounds a bit far-fetched to me.”

I explain to her about my ability, and the coming invasion. Professor Donna Frankens is no fool though.

“You used your ability on me,” she doesn’t ask, but states. “That’s why I, er, we. . .” She glances around, and continues, “And why your voice still affects me.”

I feel like shit, but I don’t turn away from her gaze. I understand this woman rather well, and know she is testing my resolve.

“Yes. I’ll understand if you hate me, but I want you to know that I don’t regret it.”

Her eyebrows climb up her forehead a bit, and then she smiles sheepishly. “I know I should, but I don’t either. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d better go find a place to fit in, and quit talking to you, before I rip your clothes off.”

Laughing, I watch as she walks away, and I know the extra swagger in her hips is just for me.

The second day everyone works on weapons training. Half the day on bladed weapons, and half on manufactured rifles. I ask Lela where she’s getting the materials to manufacture everything, and all she tells me is, “I believe you call the place the Russian Tundra.”

Late on the second day, I’m summoned to one of the other ships. I face all of the matriarchs, and can feel their judgmental gazes upon my almost bare skin. I’ve taken to wearing the light-suit, as I’m mostly around other men anyway, and even though it’s petty, I know most of the jocks are jealous of my genitals. My muscled physique doesn’t hurt my standing among them either.

These alien women, however, are not impressed.

“How do we know you will not use this army to turn on us, when the battle is complete? If your plans are successful, you will possess many of their ships, and many of you humans will be aboard ours.”

“I’ve worked hard to show good faith,” I tell them, knowing that that’s no true answer. “I know we are planning violence, and some might be tempted to turn that upon you, but trust me when I say that I won’t let that happen. You are our allies in this fight. We will work hard to protect you, as you have worked hard to help us. If necessary, when we’re done here, we will help you with your people.”

“We have noticed that you care deeply for your children,” another says calmly. “We will each take one aboard our ships, and hold them until after the battle.”

Anger, white hot and ready to burst, rises up in me, and it’s only Lela’s reassuring grip on my shoulder that allows me to reign in my emotions. I can’t stop my words, though. “You’re going to hold my children as ransom?” There can be no mistaking the naked steel in my tone. How dare they? Yes, I’m protecting my own planet, but aren’t I also willing to help out their race?

Silence meets my question, and I just stare at the pink alien women in impotent furry.

’We will be fine, father,’. I gasp as my children’s words seem to come at me from all directions at once. They’ve never spoken from a distance, and the fact that their voice sounds from everywhere can only mean one thing.

They’ve already been moved.

‘Did you hear that?’ I send the question to Lela.

‘Yes, our children are being sent to the other ships. Did you not hear her?’ I wonder how she can be so calm about this.

I shake my head, but it’s no use trying to explain. No one believes me about them, anyway.

‘No, they’ve already been moved.’ The fear and alarm that widens her already large silvery eyes is all the warning I get, before she rushes forward, screaming something in her language. Maybe she wasn’t as calm as I’d thought, but rather, she’s better at keeping her emotions in check. Or was.

Fast as she moves, I’m still faster, and I hold her back as she continues to scream at the matriarchs. Looking to the older females, I can see that they’re disturbed by Lela’s actions. They’re not used to a mother caring so deeply for her young.

‘Calm down,’ I send to the thrashing alien. ‘They’ll be fine.’

‘FINE?’ That word seems to bowl into my mind, she must have sent it with so much force. I didn’t even know that was possible. ‘How can you say they will be fine? They will die without my milk.’

I’m rocked back by that thought. How will they survive? Lela has to feed them every three or four hours. There is no telling how long the battle will last, and we aren’t even going out to meet them until tomorrow.

Without warning, Lela stops struggling, and I almost fall backward as my effort to hold her back is no longer needed.

I look to the shorter alien, and see her touching her head, looking shocked. She looks at me with wonder, and I realize that our six children have just spoken with her.

The other aliens in the room, however, do not.

“It is good that you can control your emotions. We have analyzed the fluids that your body now produces, and will be able to feed them while they are away from you.”

Lela stutters something, and then seems to back down. ‘They are my children. I should be the one to feed them,’ she tells me. I haven’t realized how much she’s changed and bonded with the little ones.

We’re sent directly back to her ship, only to be confronted by a frantic Harana.

She sees us, and immediately starts babbling in their melodic language. Lela calmly places her hands on Harana’s shoulder, saying something in return, and the two hug. I can now see tears in both of their large eyes. Apparently the kid’s aunt has also become more attached than I’d thought, as well.

I spend the rest of the day talking with the Sergeant Major, and all my friends, doing what I can to block out the