'Freedom Storm-the destruction of Lord Achilles'-Chapter One:

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"I don't why you moved us to this ranch, now." Mandy Murphy told her husband. "Our son was doing just fine as an MFP[Motor Force Patrol]officer, and he liked it, too. Now, he works but his heart is broken. He never laughs or smiles any more, either." "He needed to learn honor." John Murphy replied. "JOHN! That was justifiable mass homicide. Both the evaluation board and jury decided that." "He killed frontier royalty."

Cutting Fluid. Devised by the Followers of the Apocalypse in 2282, it rapidly discovered afterwards that marijuana based rubber, fuel, medicines, and plastics could be mass produced. By 2283, it was found that marijuana could be refined. Motor vehicles and horses began to prowl the wasteland. And the Wasteland Rangers and other law forces needed help policing the roads, the republic of Oklahoma, Texas, Kansas, and Louisiana created the MFP.

 

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"I don't why you moved us to this ranch, now." Mandy Murphy told her husband. "Our son was doing just fine as an MFP[Motor Force Patrol]officer, and he liked it, too. Now, he works but his heart is broken. He never laughs or smiles any more, either." "He needed to learn honor." John Murphy replied. "JOHN! That was justifiable mass homicide. Both the evaluation board and jury decided that." "He killed frontier royalty."

Cutting Fluid. Devised by the Followers of the Apocalypse in 2282, it rapidly discovered afterwards that marijuana based rubber, fuel, medicines, and plastics could be mass produced. By 2283, it was found that marijuana could be refined. Motor vehicles and horses began to prowl the wasteland. And the Wasteland Rangers and other law forces needed help policing the roads, the republic of Oklahoma, Texas, Kansas, and Louisiana created the MFP.

"Well, he did fully reactivate that tornado bunker. And maybe he can find happiness here." Mandy grunted. Long assumed to contaminated, Jaxon used his PIPBOY'S geiger counter to find it wasn't contaminated. In fact, it was a U.S. army recon bunker abandoned in 2010. Jaxon made it his own. He used a borrowed Mr. Handy to clean the place. Afterwards, he kept it up. The sole flooring covering was the doormat. The rest was cleaned with a sweeper. And he'd decorated the concrete walls with MFP symbols and images. The icy stare from her husband ended the conversation.

Mandy remembered the day which her husband considered to be infamous. The family's battered Land Rover pulled over to the deserted roadside park. A mother, father, and the little boy and his chihuahua dog mix. They were travelling to Tulsa from Brownsville. Sans air conditioning, they drove at night and rested during the day. The boy played happily with his little dog as the man and woman made camp. Encamped alongside a boulder, Maxon and his partner, Chris Henderson both parked. They were on CEDAR[Crime Defense And Rescue]patrol. Unlike pre-war police forces whom had discontinued rural road patrols over fuel costs, the MFP simply stationed officers in rural areas with no onsite law enforcement. While the two cops had eighty felony arrests to their credit, but they took more pride in the people, dogs, and cats they helped, too.

About twenty horsemen rode up to the man and woman. The little boy stopped playing as his wee dog hid behind him. Jesse James the 38th sneered at the adult male present. "You're trespassin' on our turf." "We'll leave then." "Too late for that!" Cole Younger the 279th began to draw a lever action shotgun from it's scabbard. The little boy reacted. He drew a Joplin Spring Pistol from the war bag. The boy had customized the straight pull revolver with a laser sight he'd traded some holotapes for. The red dot was on Cole's head when he fired. TWANGGG!

CRUNCH! Cole fell lifelessly from the saddle, a .50 caliber steel ball bearing having demolished part of his brain. "YOU DONE A'MURDERED OUR BROTHER!" yelled Belle Star the 88th as she jerked a Remington 1875 replica .357 magnum for its holster.

"CHRIS, LET'S ROLL!" "YA KNOW IT, JAXON!" Siren blaring and blue light flashing, the MFP race buggy roared towards the unfolding scene of chaos. Chris blared the traditional police announcement over the buggy's P.A. "MOTOR FORCE PATROL! STOP VIOLENCE NOW!"


John Wesley Hardin the 108th fired a action carbine at MFP vehicle. The .357 magnum struck Chris in the lower arm. "THAT'S IT, YOU HONORARY CITIZENS!" screamed JAXON. He hit the gas and plowed his car through the mob of horsemen. Men, women, and horses were knocked flying as the MFP vehicle did the Lord's work.

In the last micro seconds of his life, Jesse James 38th screamed hideously just before the race buggy's wheel splattered his head. The other horse folk present began blasting away with Remingtons and Winchesters at the MFP. Jaxon spun around and yanked his Taurus 617 service revolver and dumped it's seven round cylinder into the mob of horsemen by firing out the window one handed. He got two more outlaws and wounded three more, too.

The Joplin Spring Pistol TWANGED again. CRUNCH! A female outlaw fell dead. Texas John Slaughter the XXIII snarled. "You don't touch an outlaw, whore." As he back shot the fleeing woman. "A hero from 75 meters !"snarled Jaxon as he yanked a fiber optic sighted 1911A1 .45 pistol from its holster. Meanwhile, the Land Rover's driver produced a Lightning Tech electro-blunderbuss. He fired at Deacon Jim Miller the 401st. The gun's power pack was drained in one shot. But Miller and his horse were instantly vaporized by one gigawatt of artificial lightning. The driver dropped down to reload the breech loading weapon. "Should have gotten a Neo-Beretta SMG or a Multiplas rifle instead." murmured Jaxon he dumped a full ten round mag instead into four more outlaws. A storm of bullets riddled his vehicle's trunk. Chris had meanwhile given himself combat first aid. Later, he'd need three operations to fully repair his wrecked arm.

The outlaws were disarray as the MFP vehicle stopped. "MOTOR FORCE PATROL" yelled Jaxon as he dismounted and retrieved a replica Beretta Model 3 SMG by ARMSTEK. The weapon was an improved hybrid of MP40, Beretta 1938, and Greasegun SMG features. He chose it over the RHINO-15 assault carbine. He figured the SMG was better up close than an assault carbine. The RHINO-15 was a gas piston solid conversion of the Ruger AR556, too.

The revolver was on his left hip and the 1911A1 was on his right hip, also. A medical kit was slung over his right shoulder. He checked on Chris. He rebandaged Chris's arm, and put a pressure splint on it. He checked the woman. "Dead." The man, the boy, and the puppy were now in a culvert.

"LAWMAN! WE GON' KILL YOU FER BUSTIN' UP OUR FUN!" yelled Texas John Slaughter XXIII. All the remaining outlaws lined up for a cavalry charge. Jaxon jumped in the culvert along the three would-be victims. He extended the folding stock to his shoulder. "CHARGE!" yelled Texas John Slaughter XXIII. Jaxon aimed through the submachinegun's front sight hood. A shotgun wielding outlaw's image filled the front sight hood, and Jaxon stroked the trigger. Three bullets knocked the outlaw from his saddle. A Winchester cracked but its bullet sailed harmlessly overhead. Jaxon got him with another burst. A saber wielding outlaw charged him on horseback. A burst taught him what century it was now.

Dismounting his horse, an outlaw screamed. "You die now, lawman!" He foot raced towards Jaxon's position, and he was firing twin revolvers as he ran, too. A burst from Jaxon's smg killed him. Jaxon reloaded as the outlaws now regrouped.

 

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"Well, he did fully reactivate that tornado bunker. And maybe he can find happiness here." Mandy grunted. Long assumed to contaminated, Jaxon used his PIPBOY'S geiger counter to find it wasn't contaminated. In fact, it was a U.S. army recon bunker abandoned in 2010. Jaxon made it his own. He used a borrowed Mr. Handy to clean the place. Afterwards, he kept it up. The sole flooring covering was the doormat. The rest was cleaned with a sweeper. And he'd decorated the concrete walls with MFP symbols and images. The icy stare from her husband ended the conversation.

Mandy remembered the day which her husband considered to be infamous. The family's battered Land Rover pulled over to the deserted roadside park. A mother, father, and the little boy and his chihuahua dog mix. They were travelling to Tulsa from Brownsville. Sans air conditioning, they drove at night and rested during the day. The boy played happily with his little dog as the man and woman made camp. Encamped alongside a boulder, Maxon and his partner, Chris Henderson both parked. They were on CEDAR[Crime Defense And Rescue]patrol. Unlike pre-war police forces whom had discontinued rural road patrols over fuel costs, the MFP simply stationed officers in rural areas with no onsite law enforcement. While the two cops had eighty felony arrests to their credit, but they took more pride in the people, dogs, and cats they helped, too.

About twenty horsemen rode up to the man and woman. The little boy stopped playing as his wee dog hid behind him. Jesse James the 38th sneered at the adult male present. "You're trespassin' on our turf." "We'll leave then." "Too late for that!" Cole Younger the 279th began to draw a lever action shotgun from it's scabbard. The little boy reacted. He drew a Joplin Spring Pistol from the war bag. The boy had customized the straight pull revolver with a laser sight he'd traded some holotapes for. The red dot was on Cole's head when he fired. TWANGGG!

CRUNCH! Cole fell lifelessly from the saddle, a .50 caliber steel ball bearing having demolished part of his brain. "YOU DONE A'MURDERED OUR BROTHER!" yelled Belle Star the 88th as she jerked a Remington 1875 replica .357 magnum for its holster.

"CHRIS, LET'S ROLL!" "YA KNOW IT, JAXON!" Siren blaring and blue light flashing, the MFP race buggy roared towards the unfolding scene of chaos. Chris blared the traditional police announcement over the buggy's P.A. "MOTOR FORCE PATROL! STOP VIOLENCE NOW!"


John Wesley Hardin the 108th fired a action carbine at MFP vehicle. The .357 magnum struck Chris in the lower arm. "THAT'S IT, YOU HONORARY CITIZENS!" screamed JAXON. He hit the gas and plowed his car through the mob of horsemen. Men, women, and horses were knocked flying as the MFP vehicle did the Lord's work.

In the last micro seconds of his life, Jesse James 38th screamed hideously just before the race buggy's wheel splattered his head. The other horse folk present began blasting away with Remingtons and Winchesters at the MFP. Jaxon spun around and yanked his Taurus 617 service revolver and dumped it's seven round cylinder into the mob of horsemen by firing out the window one handed. He got two more outlaws and wounded three more, too.

The Joplin Spring Pistol TWANGED again. CRUNCH! A female outlaw fell dead. Texas John Slaughter the XXIII snarled. "You don't touch an outlaw, whore." As he back shot the fleeing woman. "A hero from 75 meters !"snarled Jaxon as he yanked a fiber optic sighted 1911A1 .45 pistol from its holster. Meanwhile, the Land Rover's driver produced a Lightning Tech electro-blunderbuss. He fired at Deacon Jim Miller the 401st. The gun's power pack was drained in one shot. But Miller and his horse were instantly vaporized by one gigawatt of artificial lightning. The driver dropped down to reload the breech loading weapon. "Should have gotten a Neo-Beretta SMG or a Multiplas rifle instead." murmured Jaxon he dumped a full ten round mag instead into four more outlaws. A storm of bullets riddled his vehicle's trunk. Chris had meanwhile given himself combat first aid. Later, he'd need three operations to fully repair his wrecked arm.

The outlaws were disarray as the MFP vehicle stopped. "MOTOR FORCE PATROL" yelled Jaxon as he dismounted and retrieved a replica Beretta Model 3 SMG by ARMSTEK. The weapon was an improved hybrid of MP40, Beretta 1938, and Greasegun SMG features. He chose it over the RHINO-15 assault carbine. He figured the SMG was better up close than an assault carbine. The RHINO-15 was a gas piston solid conversion of the Ruger AR556, too.

The revolver was on his left hip and the 1911A1 was on his right hip, also. A medical kit was slung over his right shoulder. He checked on Chris. He rebandaged Chris's arm, and put a pressure splint on it. He checked the woman. "Dead." The man, the boy, and the puppy were now in a culvert.

"LAWMAN! WE GON' KILL YOU FER BUSTIN' UP OUR FUN!" yelled Texas John Slaughter XXIII. All the remaining outlaws lined up for a cavalry charge. Jaxon jumped in the culvert along the three would-be victims. He extended the folding stock to his shoulder. "CHARGE!" yelled Texas John Slaughter XXIII. Jaxon aimed through the submachinegun's front sight hood. A shotgun wielding outlaw's image filled the front sight hood, and Jaxon stroked the trigger. Three bullets knocked the outlaw from his saddle. A Winchester cracked but its bullet sailed harmlessly overhead. Jaxon got him with another burst. A saber wielding outlaw charged him on horseback. A burst taught him what century it was now.

Dismounting his horse, an outlaw screamed. "You die now, lawman!" He foot raced towards Jaxon's position, and he was firing twin revolvers as he ran, too. A burst from Jaxon's smg killed him. Jaxon reloaded as the outlaws now regrouped.

 

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'Freedom Storm-the destruction of Lord Achilles'Chapter Two:

Cheyenne Slaughter the 245th told her Dad. "They got a machinegun!" Texas John Slaughter was no fool. "We end this." "Outlaws, home!" The rigid, ossified western outlaw society had no word for retreat. Defeat was beyond inconceivable for them. Their level of fanaticism often approached those of WWII Japanese soldiers at Iwo Jima. Consequently, the atrocities committed by these same cultists often resembled the Rape of Nanking.

The outlaws fled, leaving their wounded and dead behind. The boy cried as his Dad held him. "Your wife is dead." The puppy was unhurt, but the boy's Dad would need stitches for the bullet wound to his lower leg. An ambulance and a hearse were called. Both Chris and the boy's Dad were placed in it. Siren wailing, it took both them to the hospital. Jaxon deployed a sign from the trunk of his MFP vehicle. It read. "Lawful looting of the dead now allowed here." Criminals had scant few rights in the MFP's world.

The little boy had cried himself out. He hugged his puppy as he sat in the passenger front seat of the MFP road buggy. Jaxon himself now looted the decreed zone. It was quite the haul he made. To Jaxon's way, it was allowed because he would help the two crime victims incarnate. He did lock up their Land Rover first, though.

Of the outlaw's, thirteen were model 1892 lever action .357 magnum rifles. Of the revolvers, eight were Taurus 617 clones, seven were .357 magnum 1875 Remington clones, and six more were S&W j-frame .38 snubbies[pocket revolvers]. Three sawed off double barrel shotguns. Cartridge belts, ammunition, holsters, and revolver belts were a' plenty. At least fifteen bowie knives and a cavalry saber were taken, too. And of the jewelry, how!

Fifty gold and diamond rings, along with ruby and gem encrusted hat bands were taken, too. Eight solid gold cigarette pocket cases were taken, as were six diamond stick pins. Caps, gold coins, and cash raised the haul to fifty thousand dollars. Jaxon stopped at his home on the way back. He fed the boy and puppy. He then cleaned the guns. Afterward, they drove to an ARMSTEK branch.

Jaxon purchased four Glock 17s, three Chinese Assault rifles, a Chinese Marsksman assault carbine, and a customized 1911-A1. Numerous ammo, magazines, cleaning kits, and tactical gear were purchased, too. Jaxon even scarfed a fancy gun belt for the 1911A1, it had a gold Texas Ranger badge placed in rad-cobra skin leather, too. The 1911-A1 had been pimped with Chip McCormick ten round Power mag, Brent Novak neon Mega-Dot green front fiber optic sight, raised rear sight, and finger groove Rad-Cobra skin grips with a gold MFP triangle with red ruby lettering in the center that read 'MFP'.

When the boy's father was reunited with the boy and his puppy, Jaxon gave them two Glocks and two Chinese assaults rifles, along with full ammo, magazines and tact vests. He gave the father $7,000 dollars and the boy $6,000, too. Jaxon paid the puppy's shots at an animal clinic and got it a harness, leash, and pet are supplies, too. He drove them back to their land rover and tailed them until they reached safer travelling zones, also.

When he clocked out for the day, he took his purchases home. The Chinese Marksman Assault Carbine was awesomeness. It was a .223 AK47, but with a muzzle brake combination hider, too. A Mission First tactical 'L'-shaped butt stock it had, also. The front iron sight was a pop up front hood sight. In its circle facing the shooter was fiber optic neon-colored green front sight post. The circle surrounding the post was painted the same color as the front sight post, too. But this was a reserve sight, also.

The scope was a fixed green dot reflex sight. Two hinged-style lens caps made sure you would not damage its lenses in transport. A padded, three piece sling meant you could sling it multiple ways, too. And it still had that nice ventilated top cover Galil-style handguard, too.

 

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The disastrous war against the Amazons of Themiscyra had culminated with Dutch Creek. Because Queen Diana the 6th had allied her kingdom with local settlers; a militia of firearm-equipped settlers had ridden up on 4-wheelers and hit the Moto-Myrmidons from the rear. Every settler had a 1911A1 .45 sidearm. But for their long guns, they had tommyguns and Chinese Assault Rifles. They even had ten light machineguns, a Fat Man MIRV and three rocket launchers. Captain Hercules remembered the destruction of ten palanxes when a MIRV attack combined with a rocket attack obliterated them. Three sons and a daughter were lost by him that day. Only the begging of Queen Theodosia had prevented Captain Hercules' resignation.

The investigation afterwards revealed that the Moto-Myrmidon Icarus had panicked when his car was hit by machinegun fire. In attempting to spin his dune buggy around he had jammed up a narrow pass facing the plains were the battle was ongoing. When Amazonian Phalanx sword play crushed Myrmidonian Phalanx sword play; Captain Hercules had no choice but to order a retreat to save the entire army. The killing of Icarus and twenty two other Moto-Myrmidons by the enraged families of the regular army men and women. Swords, sledgehammers, battleaxes, knives, javelins, and firearms had been the tools of massacre.
Only the threatened resignation of the entire general staff prevented the king's wrath from befalling these same perpetrators.

The warrior dismounted the car. He marched up the pavilion and knelt facing the king. He wore sandals, greaves, vambraces, a red diaper, goggles, and a red cape. Else, he was naked. The rest of the moto-myrmidons were exactly equipped so. It was Lord Achilles, originally born Prince Achilles. "My Liege Father, I have raided the Volsci of Western Creek We captured fifteen women. What is your bidding?" "Do with them as you will." There was a murmur from the crowd. Captain Hercules sent Royal Guardsmen to disperse the crowd. Afterwards, Lord Achilles left. "My liege, may I have a word with you?"

"Yes, Captain Hercules." "What have the Volsci done to deserve this? They have never attacked us. Furthermore, they have no automatic weapons or motor vehicles. Our scouts reported they have only shields, swords, axes, and spears. No hoplites. I urge the immediate freeing of these Volsci women, along with full restitution." "Captain Hercules, I close this matter. I wish to hear nothing more of it." "Yes, my liege." Suddenly, screaming and cruel laughter filled the air.

As Captain Hercules raced toward the scene the clash of sword play followed by a squeal and voices filled his hearing. His daughter, Laura stood over a fallen Moto-Myrmidon. Her double-edged sword was caked with his blood. "Father! They were gang raping a Volsci woman." "My baby, they hurt my baby." Captain Hercules ran up to a bloody pile of rags. "This child is dead." Moto-Myrmidon Skador snarled. "Ten of us to one of you!" From behind him, a voice said. "I wouldn't if I were you." Robert, Captain Hercules' adoptive son covered them with a RHINO-15 rifle. Furthermore, a loaded revolver and two self loading pistols were visible upon his personage. Thought Robert was a librarian, but he was a very good shot whom helped fight off super mutant attacks, raiders, and deadly wildlife, too.

Robert had been a Junior National Guardsman Lieutnant whose detachment been wiped out by the Neo-Saracen. Of the thirty whom fell, they killed three thousand Saracen before they were wiped out. A patrol of the Royal Guard had found him badly wounded and Captain Hercules had carried him back to Myrmidon. The Saracen Army had retreated to Mississippi, where an Amazon, MFP, and Wasteland Ranger combined force obliterated New Islamica.

To the amazement of the Royal Guard, he had organized a militia of firearms-equipped settlers he called the Land-Sturm. This crown-loyal militia had saved the kingdom from invasion twice, by rear ambushing the Comanche raiders. The Land-Sturm symbol was a Chihuahua with a Nazi helmet, a tactical vest, and a Chinese Assault Rifle. It's creed "Standing With Our King Is Strength". It turned out Robert had been a lieutenant in the Junior National Guard. His troops held off the Neo-Saracen Army for a week. Their arms: SKS carbines, Molotov Cocktails, and 1911A1s.

"I claim this woman as mine!" said Laura as she took the abused Volsci woman. "Robert, take her to the Royal Hospital and then home. Kill any Moto-Myrmidon whom interferes.' "Yes, sister." Robert obeyed. Robert held her. "Nobody will harm you, dear." He took his own jacket to cover her nudity and helped her to the Royal Hospital. Captain Hercules then turned his attention to the homicide. "Whom murdered the baby?!" "I did it!" snarled Skador. "The little brat was ruining our fun with his crying, too." Two Royal Guardsmen arrested him.

"Take him to the Landsturm. Convene a tribunal." "Yes, Captain." The next dawn, Skador was shot by a firing squad as a child murderer. Prince Achilles accepted it, surprisingly. "My Moto-Myrmidons are not above the law."

However, the rest of the Volsci captives were taken to the slave market. It was then Robert acted after he'd taken the other woman to the hospital. The slave master was tired. Today had been a busy day. The Slave Market closed in three minutes, and he was late for an appointment at the cancer clinic.

"Landsturm Commander, how may I help you?" "I wish to purchase these slaves for their own freedom." "It's late, I'll just manumit them." Slave Master Cadmus said. Robert noticed how sickly the man was. He radioed for an ambulance and Cadmus lived but ultimately was cured of the cancer. Robert supported the abolition of slavery provided it could be done without harm to people and animals, both.

He took the Volsci women to the city gates. There, clad in their leather style Roman-like armor, was a war party of Volsci. The Volsci queen, Ariana faced him. "You redeemed my sisters from slavery?!" "Yes." "Are you married?" "No" "Hectora!" "Yes, my queen?" "Be his wife!" "Yes, my liege!" Before Robert could talk, Hectora removed her helmet. She was most beautiful woman present, 6 foot nine inches tall. Green eyes and blonde, layered hair greeted him as did warmth of her smile.

Captain Hercules was astonished but pleasantly so. Hectora set up a school to train people to fight in the Volsci style. "More warriors to guard the kingdom, good." murmured the King the next day. "And my adoptive son and her seem very happy together." smiled Captain Hercules.

 

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Robert had been a Junior National Guardsman Lieutnant whose detachment been wiped out by the Neo-Saracen. Of the thirty whom fell, they killed three thousand Saracen before they were wiped out. A patrol of the Royal Guard had found him badly wounded and Captain Hercules had carried him back to Myrmidon. The Saracen Army had retreated to Mississippi, where an Amazon, MFP, and Wasteland Ranger combined force obliterated New Islamica.

To the amazement of the Royal Guard, he had organized a militia of firearms-equipped settlers he called the Land-Sturm. This crown-loyal militia had saved the kingdom from invasion twice, by rear ambushing the Comanche raiders. The Land-Sturm symbol was a Chihuahua with a Nazi helmet, a tactical vest, and a Chinese Assault Rifle. It's creed "Standing With Our King Is Strength". It turned out Robert had been a lieutenant in the Junior National Guard. His troops held off the Neo-Saracen Army for a week. Their arms: SKS carbines, Molotov Cocktails, and 1911A1s.

"I claim this woman as mine!" said Laura as she took the abused Volsci woman. "Robert, take her to the Royal Hospital and then home. Kill any Moto-Myrmidon whom interferes.' "Yes, sister." Robert obeyed. Robert held her. "Nobody will harm you, dear." He took his own jacket to cover her nudity and helped her to the Royal Hospital. Captain Hercules then turned his attention to the homicide. "Whom murdered the baby?!" "I did it!" snarled Skador. "The little brat was ruining our fun with his crying, too." Two Royal Guardsmen arrested him.

"Take him to the Landsturm. Convene a tribunal." "Yes, Captain." The next dawn, Skador was shot by a firing squad as a child murderer. Prince Achilles accepted it, surprisingly. "My Moto-Myrmidons are not above the law."

However, the rest of the Volsci captives were taken to the slave market. It was then Robert acted after he'd taken the other woman to the hospital. The slave master was tired. Today had been a busy day. The Slave Market closed in three minutes, and he was late for an appointment at the cancer clinic.

"Landsturm Commander, how may I help you?" "I wish to purchase these slaves for their own freedom." "It's late, I'll just manumit them." Slave Master Cadmus said. Robert noticed how sickly the man was. He radioed for an ambulance and Cadmus lived but ultimately was cured of the cancer. Robert supported the abolition of slavery provided it could be done without harm to people and animals, both.

He took the Volsci women to the city gates. There, clad in their leather style Roman-like armor, was a war party of Volsci. The Volsci queen, Ariana faced him. "You redeemed my sisters from slavery?!" "Yes." "Are you married?" "No" "Hectora!" "Yes, my queen?" "Be his wife!" "Yes, my liege!" Before Robert could talk, Hectora removed her helmet. She was most beautiful woman present, 6 foot nine inches tall. Green eyes and blonde, layered hair greeted him as did warmth of her smile.

Captain Hercules was astonished but pleasantly so. Hectora set up a school to train people to fight in the Volsci style. "More warriors to guard the kingdom, good." murmured the King the next day. "And my adoptive son and her seem very happy together." smiled Captain Hercules.

Hectora truly loved Robert. They were married within a week. But there was a darkness looming: the forthcoming clash between Jaxon Murphy and The Moto-Myrmidons were brewing.