Chapter 43

 

            Author’s note: This chapter presumes that you are familiar with Kelvin’s Choice’s story, Tamers and uses characters and situations from it with his permission. If you have not read it, you are very naughty and need to remedy the situation immediately. It is well worth the time.

 

            Undine glared at him. “I do not want to go into my pokeball.”

            Iain exchanged a glance with Ninhursag and considered drawing his pistol, but while shooting the Neo Iczel in the face might give him a fleeting moment of personal satisfaction; the noise would undoubtedly draw unwanted attention to the alley. Besides, the bullet probably would only piss her off.

            There were a lot of pokegirls that could be killed with small caliber bullets. Neo Iczel pokegirls were not on that list. Privately Iain admitted that they were almost as tough as they believed they were.

            Not that he’d ever admit that to one of the breed.

            He shrugged and tossed her the pokeball she’d come in. “Catch.”

            Undine juggled it for a second before getting a firm grip on the ball and gave him a surprised look as she cradled it in her hands. “What is this?”

            “That is your pokeball. I’m right in the middle of something important and I don’t have time to deal with an attitude right now. So, you take that and get the hell out of my sight and the next time I have a couple of spare minutes I’ll write up your manumission paperwork. Then you’ll be free and I won’t ever have to see you again.” His smile vanished. “So you just run along like a nice little girl and let the grown ups get back to work.”

            He wasn’t sure who was goggling at him more, Undine or Ninhursag, but the Elfqueen recovered first. She suddenly grinned nastily, moved up behind him and draped her arms over his shoulders so she could gently press her breasts against the back of his neck. “That would be the best thing for everyone,” she said silkily. “You get your freedom and we don’t get you.”

            Undine’s face paled and then flushed with anger. “Why wouldn’t you want me?”

            Ninhursag snorted. “We’re professionals. You’re not. Oh, I suppose that Neos can be useful in some of the fights we encounter, but what’s required at our level of play is teamwork because our foes are just as tough as we are and you have already proven you’re not a team player by arguing over something as trivial as going into your pokeball.”

            Undine’s retort was instantaneous and almost snarled. “I can be a team player, if I find a team worth playing on.”

            “You’re not good enough. We play on a field littered with legendaries and gods.”

            Iain looked up at her. “Gods?”

            The Elfqueen’s silver eyes glittered as she kissed him on the top of his head and her breath was warm against his skin as she murmured to him softly. “Indeed, gods. I’ve seen Micah’s and Kelvin’s letters. Both are coming to similar conclusions about the nature of your kind from different directions. You respect them, so they’re not idiots and therefore there might be some truth in their thought experiments and observations, especially when you consider how well some of them mesh with your own speculations.”

            “I don’t believe you!” Undine’s voice started to rise.

            “Shut up!” Ninhursag glared at the Neo Iczel. “What you believe or don’t is not important. You have no idea what’s going on. Right now we’re on a mission to save the Blue League and we don’t have time for this. You can either get in that pokeball or get the fuck away from us and miss out on the adventures we’re on.”

            Undine looked at her for a second before handing Iain her pokeball. Her voice was toneless as she continued staring into Ninhursag’s eyes. “If I find out you are lying then I will beat you within an inch of your life.”

            “Undine?” When her eyes flicked down to Iain, he gave her a cheerful smile. “If you attack anyone in my harem for any reason that I think is unwarranted, I and the rest of my ladies will kill you. Pregnant or not, carrying a human baby or not, you are dead meat if you pull anything like that.”

            “You think you,” she started to say hotly and then trailed off as she continued to stare into his eyes. When she spoke again her voice was almost conversational. “I believe that you believe that you can kill me.” She shook her head slowly. “You know what I am and you still believe that. Why?”

            He raised the pokeball. “Why I am that confident is something you’ll have to wait to learn. Ninhursag is right, we are in a hurry.” He activated the ball and the Neo Iczel disappeared into it without a struggle. He tucked it into his belt and pulled out his pokedex to activate the map function again. “We go that way.”

            As they headed deeper into London, the crowds began to thin out as the businesses gave way to residential blocks which then gave way to individual homes. Finally Iain checked his pokedex one last time and put it away. “It’s down this street.”

            Ninhursag looked around slowly. “This isn’t what I pictured for the Minister of Defense. The homes here aren’t mansions.”

            “Mansions as status symbols started declining when it was realized that flying ferals liked to break into them to lair and what the repair costs were. However, don’t be fooled. These aren’t cheap places and owning any home in Old London is a sign of how much you’ve come up in the world, especially if you’re the daughter of a poor Irish farming family. We couldn’t afford anything here without spending all of our cash reserves and maybe not even then.”

            “Ok, we’ve found the place, what now?”

            “Dominique knows how the surveillance teams work and the Order has made a study of how to defeat them. She can get us or at least herself past anyone looking for Cherry.” He checked the number on the gate to the nearest house. “We’ve got a couple of blocks yet, so it’s still safe to release the others.” He began pulling pokeballs from his belt and activating them.

            “Why would it be dangerous?”

            Dominique answered as she finished materializing. “The Beshemoth, Lawfoxx and Littletit all have electrical affinity and they can be trained to sense changes in the electrical fields around them. It’s one of the BLSF’s little secrets that their surveillance teams have those particular pokegirls in them and use them to track electrical pokegirls if they’re careless. The best ones can detect pokeballs releasing or recalling pokegirls and even pokedexes when they’re active. I helped train some who could feel a pokeball activating at a hundred meters or more and pinpoint the location to within less than ten centimeters. Their magic types can often detect magic in a similar fashion, although most of them use spells instead of any sort of innate power.”

            “What about other leagues? Do they have pokegirls trained to do that sort of thing?”

            Dominique shrugged. “I haven’t seen the intelligence reports on other leagues, but for the most part I doubt it. Most leagues are obsessed with technological sensor gear or straight magic and don’t try to see what their pokegirls can be trained to do above and beyond what’s already known about them. Blue realized almost from the beginning that Jahanna and the other large foreign corporations were just that, foreign and therefore any supplies coming from them could be interrupted for political or other reasons, so while working to build their own electronics manufacturing infrastructure they were also seeing what pokegirls, which they already had on hand, could do. The results of some of the experiments were rather remarkable, if cruel to some of the pokegirls involved.”

            “Cruel?”

            The Archmage nodded. “The operative phrase for some of the experimental protocols was ‘test to destruction’. It was the only way to see what limits pokegirls did or didn’t have. It wasn’t nice, but it was effective.”

            “Oh.” Ninhursag shook her head. “I spent those years with my first tamer in Indigo.”

            April gave her a curious look. “What was it like?”

            “Quiet. There weren’t nearly as many ferals then and you could still run across the occasional animal, although they were getting rarer unless the locals were actively breeding them. The cities were rotting then, too, and the humans were very busy learning the skills they needed to survive after the cities died. It was the time that the historians today call the Changeover. Back then it was just something to be endured. Those of us who lived through it sometimes call it the Hungry Years since there never seemed to be enough for everyone to eat. Plant types that could grow crops were very popular then. I almost ended up being confiscated by the Indigo government to go to one of their plantation farms. It was because of that ever-present threat that after Kenneth died I ran away and hooked up with the Sisterhood. They tried to recruit me, but I wanted my freedom too much to go from being owned by Kenneth to being sworn to Lucifer and so instead I became a mercenary for them.” She looked in Iain’s direction where he was reviewing something on his pokedex. “It’s funny, but I don’t feel less free here. I guess it’s because I’m not treated like I was with Kenneth and his family. They didn’t treat me like newbie tamers often treat their pokegirls, but Kenneth’s dad remembered the war and to them we pokegirls were a conquered race who tried to destroy humanity and failed. I was born after the war, but that didn’t matter to them.”

            “And here?”

            Ninhursag chuckled. “April, I know you’re the beta and you think everyone should talk to you about pretty much everything. You’re wrong.” She headed for Iain.

            Behind her, April stared at her back before suddenly sticking out her tongue. Dominique chuckled softly. “You showed her.”

            April laughed.

            Eve joined Ninhursag on her way to Iain. “Good fight.”

            “Thanks but I could have killed Raquel and he didn’t want that. I’m sure you’ll point out all of my mistakes during one of your review sessions.”

            “I will, but it was still a good fight.” She rested a hand on Iain’s shoulder and he glanced up. “I’ll also review his part in the battle and critique it, too. He wasn’t paying attention during the negotiations or we wouldn’t have a pregnant Neo Iczel to deal with later.”

            He smiled cheerfully. “I look forward to you pointing out what I did wrong so I can change what I’m doing and keep this from happening again.”

            “Are we going to go back and do something about May or Sean?”

            Iain’s smile faded. “May’s actions suggested that there weren’t any laws broken, which kind of limits my legal options and right now I’d be a viable suspect in any attacks on either of them.”

            “And later?”

            He shrugged. “Later I’ll probably be over it. Undine will have been dealt with somehow and she’ll either be a valued member of our little group or a fading memory.”

            Dominique waved a hand to get everyone’s attention. “I’ve checked and there aren’t any magic detection spells active in our area, so we’re far enough away for me to get started. I’ll need someplace private so we’re not disturbed.” She adjusted her glasses and scowled slightly. “I hate these things.”

            “Take them off,” April suggested. “We’re in darkness and if someone asks, you’ll put them on if there’s a chance of attack.”

            Dominique pulled the sunglasses off and stuck them in her pocket. “Is logic allowed?”

            Ninhursag flashed a smile. “That depends on the league. In Blue, yes it is.”

            April snorted. “That’s only true if it doesn’t involve pokegirls being people.”

            The Elfqueen shook her head. “Believe it or not, Blue has gotten better over the centuries. It’s never been the most pokegirl friendly league, but it’s a damned sight better than some.”

            Iain had been looking around and pointed towards the sculpted grounds of the first house, visible though an old fashioned wrought iron fence. “That’s the best cover. Eve, have it checked for sentries or security systems.”

            The Megami-sama disguised as a Tyamazon nodded. “April, use your constructs to sweep the area but keep them low powered and don’t let them stray too far.”

            April summoned her cyber falcon and nin-ken dog. After binding the construct’s senses to her own, she sent them silently into the night. Everyone became silent while she closed her eyes and concentrated on the constructs. Finally her eyes opened. “It’s clear. The house is alarmed and has cameras aimed outward, but the trees and bushes start only a few meters from the house and block their view out here.”

            Eve had been watching the street. “There’s nobody out here but us right now, so move.”

            “Keep magic use to a minimum,” Dominique said sharply.

            Iain put his back against the fence and cupped his hands. “Who’s first?” April put her foot into his hands and he boosted her up so she could grab the top and slip over the fence.

            Eve was the last over and she perched on the fence, reached down and grabbed Iain’s hand. Using her enhanced strength, she easily lifted him up and over the fence to dangle him on the inside before letting him go to drop heavily to the ground. He grunted at the impact and looked up just in time to catch her as she hopped off the fence. She grinned and gave him a quick kiss before wriggling out of his arms. “Do it, Dee.”

            One of the things Nightraven had taught him to do was see magic. It was an internal power and wasn’t detectable by magic detection spells, so Iain activated the ability as Dominique began murmuring a spell. He “saw” as a black thread invisible to normal sight sprouted from the top of her head and grew several centimeters into the air before spreading out in a curtain that dropped to the ground all around her at a distance of twenty centimeters from her body as the spell was completed.

            “Ok, what I’ve done is,” she broke off as Iain reached up and traced the curtain with his fingertips. Her eyes widened slightly. “Kerrik?”

            “You’ve set up a directed magic sink that absorbs magic crossing it, but it’s so faint that it has no magical signature of its own. It can’t be very powerful.”

            “It’s not,” she said as she watched him. “It only blocks weak active magic. How do you know it’s there?”

            “Nightraven taught me how to see magic. She does it all the time, but it gives me a headache when I try that so I don’t do it constantly. What you’ve done is ingenious.”

            She smiled. “Thank you, but I didn’t come up with it. It is, however, a secret that belong to the Order and has never been revealed to anyone else until now. The leagues have no idea we can neutralize their various abilities to detect magic.”

            “Why is it in the shape of a curtain and not just a field? You could make it more powerful as a field.”

            “It’s a curtain because if it were a field I couldn’t cast spells inside it. It would absorb the magic as I released it and the spells wouldn’t work. Even then, you’re cut off from the magic in the environment and only have available what is personal to the caster.” She smiled slightly. “Since the next step is to become undetectable, I still need to be able to use magic.” She started another spell and quickly faded from view. I am now invisible to the electromagnetic spectrum, including radar or sonar. I’m also inaudible and have no scent. I will proceed and investigate Chambers’ home while you wait here. I want everyone to look through my eyes. You might see something that I missed. Fortunately, except in the case of some very specific ceremonial spells, delta bonds cannot be detected.

            “April, you’re on watch. Ninhursag, help me and Kerrik.”

            Iain closed his eyes and watched Dominique as she climbed back over the fence and headed down the street at a slow walk. The view swung constantly as she surveyed her surroundings and Iain was surprised at how disorienting it was after living a decade with his 360 degree perception.

            Her hearing was superior, both in quality and the width of range, to his and he made mental notes as he listened through her ears. His hearing could be adjusted to match and he intended to fix that just as soon as time permitted. He also made a specific note to ask Canaan if she could let him experience the senses of other pokegirls as a baseline for improving his own. The ones that didn’t require him to attempt to grow new organs should be worth exploring to see if he could duplicate them.

            Dominique paused in front of the entrance to Monica’s home so she could sneer at the gate. It was closed but not locked. This is a common trick. They leave the gate unlocked in the hopes that anyone invisible might try to ease it just open enough to squeeze through and thus reveal themselves to anyone watching. It’s a definite sign of surveillance on this place. She ignored it and headed to the next property down the street. This place had a stone wall and, using her magically augmented strength she easily leapt up and caught the top of it so she could pull herself over in smooth motion that took less than a second.

            Dominique silently moved to the wall separating this property from Monica’s and paused to pull a dark colored, slender, telescoping rod from a pouch on her belt. She took off her sunglasses and closed her left eye before touching the tip of the rod to her eyelid. The dark view of her closed eye lit up and she could see as if the tip of the rod was her left eye. She extended the rod and slowly raised it up above the level of the fence.

            Iain’s magic vision worked through Dominique’s and he was surprised to see the invisible curtain surrounding the Archmage deform ahead of the tip of the rod, moving to stay above it so the rod always stayed inside the curtain.

            The view showed a well kept lawn leading to the side of a fairly large older home. Security lights glowed along the wall of the house, but the interior was dark. Dominique twisted the rod slightly so she could look more down and get an idea of what awaited her on the other side of the wall. A large thorny rosebush was there and she pulled the rod down and moved along the wall for a couple of meters before trying again.

            This time the area under the wall was nothing but grass and Dominique dismissed the spell and opened her left eye as she put the rod away. Then she scaled the wall and dropped onto the Chambers property.

            She crouched there for nearly five minutes before moving with agonizing slowness towards the house. When she made it to the building, she ghosted along beside it until she reached a door. From her pouch she produced a tiny vial of amber liquid that she uncapped. She stuck out her tongue as she carefully tilted the vial to drip a single drop of the liquid to fall on her tongue. Keeping her tongue extended, she recapped the bottle and put it away without moving her head. Then she pulled her tongue back into her mouth and swallowed. Her vision instantly went blurry and she strode forward, passing through the door to emerge in a room. Her vision stabilized less than a second later. If I’m too slow, I’ll be caught in the door as the effect ends and I’ll die. That’s why I risked using a door. Going through a wall has too many chances of ending up stuck in furniture or an interior wall.

            The Order has some nice tricks, Eve thought at her.

            That’s not an Order produced magic. It’s made by the BLSF for their spies and is incredibly expensive. Nobody knows how it’s produced, not even Vale or Nuevo Ten. The Order has been trying to found out how it’s made for a very long time. I only have some now because I was issued a supply of it for a couple of missions I was sent on. I was supposed to give back any unused portion, but I lied and said I used it all up during them. It can allow humans to phase without a pokegirl and it allows access to places that have standardized phase blocks. Only specialized phase protection will stop it from working. Now it’s back to work. Her vision moved around and Iain saw a panel next to the door. It had three lights on it, all of which were white. The security system is active but not turned on. If someone has been here, they either didn’t have the codes to reset the system or didn’t want to in case they had to enter in a hurry. It means I don’t have to worry about internal security on doors and I can open a window to leave when I’m done here.

            Dominique began a methodical sweep of the house, working her way through the bottom floor before heading upstairs. It was neat and well kept in that slightly sterile way that made houses look more like a shop or museum instead of a home. I can’t find any signs that the place has been searched, but I suspect that it was. If I lived in this home I suspect I’d find things slightly out of place. It has that feel to it. It may mean that they think Monica might return and don’t want her on guard if she does. It could also mean she has a cleaning service or other outside staff who come here regularly even if she’s gone and the searchers don’t want them to realize the place has been picked over.

            Eve’s thought echoed through them all. Or it could be that the house looks normal in case someone breaks in who might lead the hunters back to Chambers and they don’t want them to panic and escape before the exits can be blocked.

            They’d put up a teleport block and I’d feel it going up, which I have not. If one does, rest assured I’ll be screaming for rescue. Iain watched through Dominique’s eyes as she opened the door to Monica’s office and went inside. I don’t see any sign that Monica was attacked in the house. There’s no blood and no sign of anything being disturbed. She paused and looked the desk over. Her pokedex is here, which is odd. Retired tamers either carry their pokedexes with them as a memento of their taming days or put them away in a display case or closet. Anyone know if Monica still used hers?

            Do you have the equipment to bypass the security protocols on it? It was April. If so, please do so and see when the last activity was. If it was after the attack on her, its presence becomes very interesting.

            Without moving the pokedex from where it lay, Dominique carefully inserted a data plug into it from a small device she pulled from her pouch. Ok, I’ve bypassed the security lockout. She operated the pokedex from the device, reading the pokedex’s display as she manipulated it. She or someone with a bypass like mine or the access codes did use this pokedex after she was attacked, if the information Harris has is right about the date she went on vacation. Whoever it was emptied the onboard currency supply, presumably onto chips, and sent a text only email. Let me pull it up.

            Through her eyes, Iain read the address header and anger spiked through him. I knew she was an idiot, but she might have thought to mention this to me. Dominique, can you read the message she sent?

            The screen changed and the message appeared. Lindsey, I wanted to let you know how relieved I was to hear that you survived the attempt on your life and that nobody was seriously injured. I know that Kerrik will take good care of you and that you’ll be safe with him. As for me, I’ve decided to take some time off and go back to the beginning to see my old homestead. I haven’t been there since my family moved during my time in OCS, but I think the place is still standing. It’ll be fun to find out. If the place is too damaged to stay at, I think I’ll visit the home of the true power on earth. Be well, my old friend and give the Wolf a hug for me. Monica.

            Dominique, get out of there as fast as you safely can. They could all feel Iain’s mind racing behind the delta bond. We’re done here. Chambers isn’t coming back and I know where she is.

 

***

 

            They appeared and Iain took off the wig. “Somebody burn this fucking thing for me. It itches and I never want to see it ever again.”

            Harris had been sitting in front of the fire with a cup of soup. “You’re in a foul mood. I take it the mission was a failure?”

            Iain gripped the wig in both hands and, with a convulsive movement, ripped it in two. His voice was that false calm that said he was furious and trying not to let his anger escape his control. “Lindsey, I’m really pissed right now and I’m trying not to take it out on you. Considering that you’re the real reason I’m unhappy, you being mouthy right now is not a healthy idea.”

            Harris gave him a slightly disgusted look. “Oh, and what did I do this time?”

            “You didn’t tell me about the message you got from Chambers.”

            “That? It didn’t make any sense.”

            His voice rose and Zareen grinned savagely as he rounded on the human woman. “Of course it didn’t, you blithering idiot! That message was meant for me! If I’d known about it, we wouldn’t have just spent all fucking night traipsing around London!”

            Sofia took his hand. “You’re scaring me,” the Peekabu whispered in Spanish.

            Iain took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Sorry about that,” he replied in the same language. Then he switched back to English and continued calmly, as if he hadn’t just been working up to a full blown rage. “Lindsey, that message would have told me to look in two places and that Monica would be in one of them.” He looked at Canaan. “I suppose it shouldn’t be surprising, but apparently the Blue League got its hands on a copy of the stories that Kelvin brought with him and Monica has read them.” He turned to Eve. “Dismantle the camp. I want to get out of here just as fast as possible.”

            She nodded. “April, take charge. Ninhursag, you’re with me and Kerrik.” She took his arm and led him away from the camp, noting with annoyance that Sofia didn’t let go of his hand. She decided to ignore the behavior for now since Iain didn’t seem the slightest bit bothered by it. Finally she stopped and turned to face him and the Elfqueen while pretending the Peekabu wasn’t standing there too. “Where are we going?”

            “First we’re going to Plymouth. While we’re doing that, I’ll be putting together the directions for the next leg of our journey.” He looked around him. “So, have either of you been to Plymouth before?”

            “I have.” Dominique came out of the woods. “I went down to the recruit training facility outside Plymouth once in a while for some interviews of potential recruits to Department Six before they closed McDermott.”

            Iain blinked. “You’ve been to the base?”

            “I just said I had. Why?”

            “That’s where we’re going.”

            “Please explain.”

            He nodded. “The message mentioned me to get my attention and then discussed how Cherry was going to return back to her beginning. She was referencing New Beginnings, which was the story I wrote where she was introduced. She and Jamie went to boot at Camp McDermott and that’s where she went first. It was her beginning in the story.”

            Dominique shook her head. “She said she was going back to the old homestead. That’s her home, right?”

            “That was a dodge to throw off pursuers when they read her mail. Her parents were killed and her home destroyed by criminals while she was at OCS. Their pursuit and capture was going to be a major plot arc in New Beginnings before I changed the story into the flight of the Wolf family from Prime. Trust me when I say she’s going to McDermott while her hunters are staking out the ruins of a farm. If the base was completely gone, she was planning to go to the western side of Caomh Sith.” He grimaced. “I mean the island, not that fucking prison facility the Alliance has set up. Jamie took her there once and that was where she first saw the true power of the sea.”

            “Why go there?”

            “Because she needs help and she’s hoping I’m smart enough to figure out what she means. Cherry’s counting on the fact that I wrote about her and can tell what she’s thinking about.” He turned to the Archmage. “You said they closed McDermott?”

            “The decision was made to move the recruit training to Ireland. McDermott was stripped, the buildings sealed and the site was abandoned.”

            Iain grinned. “Were there contingency plans to reactivate it?”

            “There are always contingency plans for any sealed site. Why?”

            “I was wondering if they left the military storage units and the transporters.”

            Dominique snorted. “They would have taken all of the pokegirls out of them. You won’t find anything there.”

            “No, not there, but we could take the equipment. The transporters are standard models with software limiters to keep their range short. However, as to pokegirls, Dominique, did you know McDermott was an active base from before the Revenge War? More importantly, it was a cache site for the Saxony Program.”

            Dominique’s mouth dropped for a second. “It was?”

            Eve looked at Ninhursag. “What are they talking about?”

            “I don’t know. Kerrik?”

            “Pokegirls pack a lot of power into a small package and pokeballs make that even truer. The Blue League has always been aware that someone could use that to decapitate the league government and try to take over, so they set up caches of military hardware in secret locations around the league in case the league had to be retaken from invaders. It existed under several names, but Project Saxony was one of them. McDermott had a Saxony cache and it’s very likely that nobody serving there knew about it.” He shrugged. “I had a lot of interesting ideas about where New Beginnings was going to go before I had to change it since I was blazing new ground with a canon story set after the normal current time period of Prime. At the time, part of my plans involved making Blue less pokegirl neutral and more pokegirl friendly, which would require a rather radical realignment of the upper echelons of the league.”

            “What’s in the cache?”

            “If it wasn’t moved with the base there will be an armory with weapons and ammo, explosives, some technological items that were pretty advanced when it was put in and maybe a small storage unit with pokegirls in it. The pokegirls volunteered for the duty understanding that they’d get new tamers when the time came and that the people they knew might well be long dead the next time they were released.”

            Eve blinked. “How did they get volunteers for something like that?”

            Ninhursag snorted. “You of all people here should understand we can be loyal to an ideal just as much as a person. They would have to have been Blue patriots or fanatics.” She looked at Iain. “It means they’d be of limited use to us even if you wanted more pokegirls in your life.”

            “I know. I’m hoping that among the stuff in the cache there will be information on access codes, programming information and locations for the hidden nuclear arsenals. I would really love being able to nuke Sanctuary if I have to.”

            “Iain!”

            Dominique punched Eve in the stomach, making the Megami-sama gasp and drop to her knees. “Kerrik, you idiot,” she snarled.

            Sofia jumped away from all of them and watched fearfully, her ears flat and her tail quivering.

            “That’s enough, Dominique.” Iain pulled Eve to her feet. “It was a momentary lapse and she didn’t deserve that.”

            Eve clung to him for a minute before standing without aid. “Dominique was right to correct me,” she said as she rubbed her belly gently. “Even if I think she enjoyed the opportunity to hit me a little too much. Would you really use a nuclear device against the High Council?”

            “The things Dominique and I have come up with so far are worse, Eve. And to protect our family I’ll kill until I can’t lift my arms and then rest until I can again. So, yes, I’d nuke Sanctuary. I wouldn’t lose any sleep over it either. Whether they brought us through because they were the dupes of the Celestial Alliance or not does not forgive them of what they did and what they planned to do. Even though bringing me here allowed me to meet you and the others, something for which I will never be able to properly give praise, they have made themselves into monsters. If Micah can beat me to them, fine, but someone has to stop them.” He frowned and turned to look at Sofia speaking in Spanish. “I thought you were going to wear clothes?”

            She looked away from his gaze. “I have not had clothes in a long time and they feel strange on my body. Also, all of the clothes I was offered belong to you and it would not be seemly for me to wear your clothing.”

            “Do you want clothes?”

            She nodded, still carefully looking away. “I would like some.”

            “Then we’ll get you some, although it may be a day or two before we can get to a village for you.”

            “I understand that what you are doing is much more important than I am. I am not hungry and I do not hurt. I am content.”

            Eve summoned a long floral print dress in her arms and held it out to Iain. “Hold this up, please.” He took it and held it up by the arms. Eve summoned a knife and quickly cut the dress into strips of varying thickness. The knife vanished. “Sofia, come here.” The Peekabu cautiously approached and stopped in front of her. Eve reached around Sofia and slipped a narrow strip around her back and under her arms, pulled it together over her breasts tightly and tied it in a simple knot. “Now you’ve got a bandeau.” Then she pulled a wider strip around the girl’s waist, nodded and removed it to tear a line up the back for the tail. Then it got fastened around Sofia’s waist, becoming a makeshift skirt that dropped halfway down her thighs. “Is that better?”

            Sofia looked down at herself and impulsively hugged Eve before catching herself and backing up several steps. “Thank you,” she said quietly.

            “You’re welcome. It is going to feel strange against your fur, but you only have a light coat and should adjust quickly. If it gets too bothersome, take it off and keep it for when you feel like trying to wear it again.” She held up a finger. “However, if you lose it, don’t be upset. It’s easy to replace and no trouble. Later we’ll get you more of them and the skirt in other colors.” She glanced at Iain. “I want the harem back together for this base. We have no idea what’s there and the idea that it’s part of some program to win the league back from attackers is unsettling.”

            “You’ll get no argument from me. Let’s get out of here.”

 

***

 

            Vanessa dropped an envelope in his lap. “You’ve got another letter from Daisy.”

            “Bloody hell. Is there a time differential I don’t know about or does someone have a lot more free time than I do?”

            She shrugged. “You’re the author and you can answer questions like that better than I can.”

            Iain flashed a grin at her and opened the letter.

 

 

            He offered the letter to Vanessa and reached out to Eve while she was reading it. We’ve gotten another letter from Kelvin.

            I’ll be there in a moment. True to her word she came up less than a minute later. “Hi, Vanessa. How are you?”

            “I’m fine, the house is fine, the gardens are fine and the tree killed some pokegirls who tried to nest in it. I checked and none of them were merely dying, so I didn’t bring any filled pokeballs along.” She offered the letter to Eve. “Read it and then Kerrik can explain what’s being said to me.”

            Eve finished reading and sat down on the other side of her husband from Vanessa. “He can explain it to me, too.”

            Iain took the letter back and opened it. “The beginning is pretty self explanatory. You’ve read the site rip we have. As for the next part, he’s been told that the Drummond ID’s communications have been compromised and that it may prove troublesome for Kirabo. He also thinks that whoever did it may be an author, or at least an offworlder of some stripe.”

            “Who is B-Smart?”

            “He’s the man who wrote the Orange League primer. He’s very creative, on a level with me, Kelvin and Micah. I don’t think they have him, though. B-Smart’s creativity made him want to take his league in directions that conflicted with what the establishment wanted and eventually he got frustrated and left the genre where I just laughed at them and went AU. I think he’s safe from them. I hope he’s safe from them. I feel he’s safe from them. To be honest, if Sanctuary could snatch B-Smart, then I’d expect them to have grabbed Gorgo or maybe Fanfic Fetishist. Gorgo was the guy who created Sanctuary and FF was the one who wrote the WAPL stuff, where he involved Sanctuary rather intimately with the ruling bodies in some of the WAPL leagues. I think he also made Jahanna sympathetic to their goals, too.” He looked thoughtful for a second. “However, there’s no reason that Orange didn’t manage to get a copy of the site rip and I wouldn’t put it past them to make people think they have their own author to keep up an appearance of strength. That definitely sounds like something they’d do.”

            “What about Capitol’s attack on the Daisy Mae?”

            “They screwed up with Micah and now they want an author of their own, or, barring that, they don’t want Sunshine to have what they don’t.”

            Eve scowled. “If that’s the case, we will need to be alert for an attack from them, too. Linda McMahon met you and can give your description to her people if someone on her side didn’t make a video record of them recovering the Kite.”

            He reread a potion of the letter. “Kelvin’s theory that perhaps the prison has different rules of science is intriguing, but he’s right that it’s all just speculation until more information about the place comes to light.”

            “What weapon is he talking about?”

            “I don’t know. I can come up with some ideas, including the conversion of matter to energy to make some pretty powerful bombs that can be carried in a pocket. Or maybe he’s plagiarizing some novel that I haven’t read. He’s as creative as I am, if not perhaps a bit more and that means it’ll be something fun. The moralizing part is in response to my last letter where I cautioned him that his people and the Daisy Mae were too important to throw themselves away over what’s going on. They aren’t planning to lose, but sometimes victory still looks a lot like you got your ass kicked by the other side. It also seems that apparently they have a submarine force of some kind, but it may need some kind of repairs. Submarine duty was known in our time and place as the silent service and it was hazardous enough without water pokegirls.”

            Vanessa frowned. “I wonder what they meant by a barbecue competition. I don’t cook barbecue.”

            Eve smiled. “Apparently someone heard about what we put together for the housewarming party. I don’t know about a contest, but if there’s a party I’m sure we can work something out.”

            Vanessa frowned. “I know who the redhead Sif is, but what’s the comment about golden hair?”

            “In Norse mythology, Sif was the wife of Thor, the god of thunder. Another god, a trickster named Loki, cut off her hair as a prank that nobody appreciated. In order to keep Thor from smashing him into pudding, he commissioned some hair for her. Her original hair was black, but the new hair was made from real gold and was enchanted to grow out as if it were alive.”

            “How do you know all of this?”

            “Apparently Kelvin and I share a lot of the same tastes in reading. It’s still available here, but prewar stories have never really been all that popular.” Iain looked down at the letter again. “Do I have time to write a quick response or should I wait until we get to the base?”

            “I’m sure we have a couple of minutes for your correspondence, my love.” Eve rose and pulled Vanessa to her feet. “Zareen is watching him, so you and I have time so I can bring you up to speed on what happened in London.” She led the legendary off as Iain released some paper and a pen from his pokepack.

 

 

            He sealed the letter and sent a mental message to Eve letting her know he was ready for both the delivery of the letter and transport to their next destination.

 

***

 

            Vanessa was delivering the letter to Kelvin and Eve looked at the rest of the harem. “Dominique and Ninhursag will be on point with April and Pandora behind them. Canaan and I will be the ready reserve while Zareen and Sofia are with Kerrik and Harris. Kerrik and Lindsey will be on Zareen’s back while Sofia is on foot.” She looked at the Peekabu. “There’s not enough room on Zareen for you too, but if you’d prefer you can go into your pokeball.”

            While Eve had been speaking, April had been quietly translating her words into Spanish for Sofia and the Peekabu’s ears flicked as she hitched up the bandeau. “No. I will be out so that I can see what happens. I will run away if we are attacked, but I promise that I will come back.”

            Iain nodded. “And if we have to leave, we’ll come back and try to find you. Dominique, please cast a locator spell on Sofia so we can find her if we get separated.”

            Dominique nodded. “No problem.” She quickly cast a detection spell similar to the one Iain had seen her cast before. “Ok, this one is keyed to me and Eve, so we both know where Sofia is. I’ve been keeping an identical spell on Harris ever since she came to stay with us and I just tied this one to that one since it was faster than an entirely new spell.”

            Iain turned to Harris. “Your steed awaits.”

            “I thought you salvaged a Rapitaur.”

            “I did, but she hasn’t been brought into the harem yet. Until then, she’s not trustworthy.”

            Lindsey sighed and let Zareen pull her up onto the Nightmare’s back. “You know you get a hard-on every time you ride behind me. I can feel it poking against my butt and I don’t like it.”

            Iain climbed onto Zareen’s back. “I know it happens. Trust me, the disinterest is mutual. My ladies keep me well sexed and all you’re getting is an automatic reaction from my body.” He looked at Eve. “We’re ready.”

            Zareen laughed and she looked over her shoulder at him. “I am ready. You are sitting on your ass, as usual.”

            “Fine.” Iain started to slip off her back.

            “You are where you should be.” Zareen shook her head, making her hair flare in a golden corona. “We are ready, Eve.”

            The Megami-sama waited until Iain was settled behind Harris again. “Dominique, Ninhursag, go. April, keep a ten meter interval on them.” Dominique and Ninhursag moved out and when they were ten meters ahead, April and Pandora followed.

            Before the war, this region had been mostly bog, but three hundred years had returned it to the dense forest that the British Isles had been before man came. It made Dominique and Ninhursag’s progress slow, although to be honest, the Elfqueen only moved slowly so as not to outdistance her harem sister. The woods accepted her, even welcomed her by letting her pass without so much as an errant vine touching her boots. She could have sprinted through the woods just as easily as she walked with Dominique. It was not her forest, but no Elfqueen laid claim to it and that meant she was the queen here as long as she remained.

            They had emerged from the teleport a few kilometers away from the base and the hike took a couple of hours. Finally Dominique’s mind touched theirs. We can see the outlying buildings from the camp. There’s a lot of damage to them, but some of the buildings farther back look in decent shape.

            April, Pandora, stay put and we’ll move up to join you. Dominique, you and Ninhursag do a counterclockwise turn around the base.

            Ninhursag looked back at the group. Eve, I can move faster without Dee and I have a better chance of avoiding contact if discovered. Should I get into trouble that I can’t teleport away from, you’ll know and can join the fight.

            Eve glanced at Iain, who shrugged. She nodded. Do it, but I want you to keep a running commentary to Dominique so we’ll know if you get taken out without warning.

            The Elfqueen nodded, took two steps and disappeared into the forest.

            April, you and Pandora move up with Dominique. We’ll join you in a moment. Eve looked at Iain. Would you brief Harris and Sofia?

            He kept his voice low. “Lindsey, we’re at the base. Ninhursag is going to make a circuit around the perimeter to see if there are any signs of danger before we move any further. We’re going to wait here until she gets back.”

            “Is there any sign of the minister?”

            “We haven’t gotten that close yet. I don’t want to get hit from behind while looking for her so we’re going to attempt to secure our flanks first.”

            “That makes sense. Why am I here?”

            “I wanted my entire harem for this little operation and I don’t have enough of them to guard you and do this safely.”

            She looked around. “You’re still one short.”

            “Vanessa is running an errand for me.”

            “She seems to do that a lot.”

            “Yeah, she does, which is what I want her do to.” He switched to Spanish. “Sofia, we are going to wait here while Ninhursag scouts the area so we don’t get attacked from behind.”

            The Peekabu nodded. “How long will she be gone?”

            “As long as it takes her to safely go and come back. I don’t want her to get hurt more than I want her to hurry.”

            “Do we have time to eat?”

            Zareen chuckled. “You’ve still got some bread. Eat that.”

            “I won’t have any then.”

            The Nightmare gave her an amused look. “You’ll get more.”

            “When are you going to teach her English?” Lindsey shifted on Zareen’s back. “Don’t you have a speech T2?”   

            “We’ve been a little busy and T2s sometimes result in a fugue state that can last for quite a while. I’m not going to risk it until things are quieter.”

            Harris just grumbled beneath her breath, something Iain could easily ignore.

 

***

 

            Elf magic was such that members of the breeds could pass unseen and unheard in any rural terrain if they so desired. Forest, swamp, farmland, desert or mountains, it was all the same to them, even if some of the terrain wasn’t someplace that any decent elf might want to be. Ninhursag moved through the woods at a ground eating lope that she could keep up for hours at a time. Nothing noted her passage, not bird or rabbit or insect. Even her scent was muted and hard to detect.

            But not impossible.

            To Ninhursag’s ear, the footfalls racing to intercept her were as distinct as gunfire and the computer in her brain immediately recognized that whoever was coming had enhanced speed that she couldn’t outrun. So she stopped and turned to face the noise, knocking an arrow to her bow as she waited.

            The pokegirl who emerged nearly forty meters away was three meters tall and massively muscled. Blocky plates of leather covered her shins, forearms and torso. She snarled at Ninhursag, revealing sharply pointed teeth.

            Ninhursag gave her a bright smile and called loudly enough for her voice to carry, keeping the tone cheerful. “I don’t suppose you’re here protecting Minister Chambers.”

            The pokegirl snarled again and took two stomping paces forward.

            “That would have been so much easier if you were.” I’ve got a feral Wolf Queen here. They’re territorial, but usually not violent about it so I’ll move on until, she broke off as the Wolf Queen charged in a blur. Shit. She drew the bow and released in the last possible instant before throwing herself sideways as claws ripped at her, pain flashing as the Wolf Queen’s claws caught in her hair and tore out a large chunk of hair and scalp. She knocked another arrow as she spun to face her opponent and kept backing away from her.

            The Wolf Queen screamed as the arrow took her in the knee and sprouted, the roots burrowing into the joint and weaving together. This caused the hydrostatic pressure plants had used to shatter rock throughout time to force the bones apart, ripping the fibular collateral ligaments and disarticulating the joint.

            The Wolf Queen charged in a crawling rush, using her arms and her uninjured leg in an awkward run that was still faster than a human could move. In this angle, she was shooting down the Wolf Queen’s body. Ninhursag’s arrow hit in the hollow next to the neck and just missed the heart, tearing through lung and penetrating the diaphragm. It was questionable if even her limited regeneration could save her from such a wound and the Wolf Queen coughed blood as she fought to breath around the tearing pain in her chest.

            Ninhursag raised her hand and pulled life energy from the Wolf Queen to heal her own wound, the scalp growing scar tissue to seal the injury. Scar tissue didn’t grow hair, and she would need healing in a PPHU or healing unit to replace the scar with regular scalp and recover her silver locks. She continued draining the Wolf Queen until the pokegirl passed out and then hit her with a pokeball to capture her. She chuckled softly as the picked up the ball and stuck it in a pocket. “Mother was right. Take away their mobility and they’re easy prey.” Then she checked herself for other injures, swearing softly when she realized that she’d taken another hit on her shoulder that had cut her armor without penetrating. She rolled the arm to make sure the armor didn’t bind and then headed off to finish her circuit. The Wolf Queen has been captured and I’m moving on.

 

***

 

            Ninhursag shrugged. “She caught me with her claws. I’ve healed it and I’ll be fine until you can cycle me through the PPHU.”

            Iain suppressed a shudder. A third of the Elfqueen’s scalp was a mass of pink keloid tissue and her back and left shoulder were covered with dried blood that flaked off in tiny pieces when she moved. “If you’re sure, but as soon as things get settled down I’ll take care of it.”

            She gave him a wry smile. “Could you get used to it if we didn’t have that kind of healing for me or am I too horrendous to you?”

            “Of course I could get used to your scar. It’s just right now it’s new to me. It doesn’t change who you are or how I feel about you.”

            “Good.” She loped off to join Dominique as Eve waved her forward.

            I want Pandora and Dominique overhead while Canaan, Ninhursag, April and I enter the town. Zareen will guard Iain and Harris.

            Iain grimaced. We need to be with you. As humans, we are the only ones who couldn’t theoretically be captured and bonded to an Orange agent and betray Cherry. If she or her agents don’t see a human, and specifically me, they may either attack or try to avoid contact entirely.

            Canaan’s antenna twitched. I feel the presence of other slightly intelligent life, but they’re cloaked somehow. It could be human or pokegirl and I can’t get an accurate count. The league officials use this kind of magic sometimes.

            Iain touched his heels to Zareen’s flanks and the Nightmare trotted forward to join Eve and the others. “Slightly intelligent life?”

            The Splice smiled. “Compared to me.”

            “That would be everyone else, right?”

            Her smile broadened.

            Eve shook her head. “Pandora, you and Dominique get up there and provide cover. We’ll go in as a group.”

            “Lindsey, get off of Zareen.” Without waiting for a response, Iain took her by the arms and pulled her so she had to slide off the Nightmare’s back. “I need to be up front, Eve.”

            She looked like she wanted to scream in frustration for a second. “I know,” she said bitterly, “and I hate it.”

            “I’m not real happy about it either. I’ll be as careful as I can. Zareen, at the first sign of attack phase and get me the hell away from any fighting.”

            The Nightmare nodded. “I will. That good enough, Eve?”

            “It’ll have to do.” She watched the Archmage and Fallen Angel circling overhead. If Iain is attacked I want whoever did it dead before they can draw another breath. Nothing else is important then.  “Move out.”

            “Zareen, I’m about to make myself a very distinct target. I’m counting on you.”

            She reached back and squeezed his knee gently. “You’re as safe as I can make you.” She eased forward at a slow walk as her harem sisters slowly shifted to surround her.

            The camp itself had been abandoned for years and was heavily overgrown with weeds and young trees. Ninhursag concentrated and everything in front of them began to die and wither away to ash in an expanding wave that raced ahead of them.

            Iain raised his voice. “Cherry! Donna! Cammie! It’s Kerrik Wolf!” He kept yelling as they drifted farther into the base and around the decrepit buildings that had once thrived with activity.

            About fifteen minutes later a voice finally called back. The owner was well hidden, and the acoustics prevented them from getting a fix on where it was coming from. “When you last saw the minister, which restaurant did you take her to?”

            Iain chuckled and yelled back. “We got sandwiches and went to an island for a picnic!”

            “Wait there!” There was silence and finally a familiar figure trudged into view. One of Camille’s arms had been crudely splinted and she limped as she walked towards them. “The mistress is this way. She’s not well and needs medical care I can’t give her. You’re lucky, there’s a vicious Wolf Queen around here that attacks without warning and your yelling might have drawn her.”

            Iain blinked when he leaned over and saw the Ladyien’s back. One of her wing cases was shattered and the wing it protected had been ripped to shreds. “Eve, boost her up here. We’ll heal her once we’re with the others.” When Eve did so, he carefully gathered the Ladyien into his arms, trying to avoid her injuries. She was almost too light in his arms. “How’s Donna?”

            “She’s unconscious and has been for two days.” She raised an arm and pointed. “That building has a raised floor and I dragged them underneath it after the Wolf Queen broke down the door to get to us. She knows where we are, but every time she tries to get under it I hurt her.” Her head twisted nervously. “We need to hurry, she’s never gone long.”

            Ninhursag grinned. “She attacked me earlier and is now in Kerrik’s backpack. She’s not a problem anymore.”

            “That’s excellent news.”

            Iain cleared his throat. “Eve, set up a perimeter. We’ll use the building as a camp. Cammie, does Cherry still have her tracking tattoo?”

            The Ladyien gave him a twisted smile. “You are the only person who calls her that, Master Wolf.”

            “Then I guess you’ll have to call me Kerrik in payback.”

            She shook her head slightly and winced. “I cut the tattoo off of my mistress when I realized how they had to be finding us. We were attacked coming out of our house and only got away by using a teleport token that the mistress had. She was badly hurt during the escape and so was Donna. I was ok, until the Wolf Queen surprised me while I was foraging for food.”

            Zareen stopped in front of the building Camille had indicated and Iain handed her down to Canaan. “April, make Cammie comfortable while Eve and I see to Cherry, I mean Monica.”

            “You may call her whatever you wish as long as you save her life, Master Kerrik.”

            Where they’d been hiding was obvious since the Wolf Queen had made at least one effort to dig them out before being dissuaded by Camille’s attacks and Iain didn’t hesitate before crawling under the building. Behind him, Eve made an angry noise and followed. “I should be in front of you.”

            He summoned a light and let it bob along over his head. “Then get faster.” He slowed. “Damn.”

            Monica Chambers was unconscious and Iain decided it was probably a mercy. She’d been shot or stabbed in the belly and he could smell the reek of decomposing flesh. Behind her he could see Donna, and the Kung Ewe looked even worse with both legs gone above the knees. “Eve, stabilize them so we can get them out of here.”

            The Megami-sama reached past him and grabbed Monica’s arm. “There’s a better way.” Then she vanished with the human.

            “Cute. I’ll bet you have to crawl back under here, though.”

            You are correct. April and I are treating Monica and I will be right back.

            Iain shook his head and moved forward. He rolled onto his back, pulled the unconscious Donna onto his chest and twisted around to begin working his way towards the edge of the building. Her legs had been bandaged, but she’d bled through them and he was filthy with blood and sand by the time Eve met him at the building’s edge.

            “Damn it, Iain, what if she’d woken up enough to hurt you?” She lifted the body away and moved towards where Cammie and Monica rested.

            “She didn’t. Now get her pokeball and put her into it.”

            “We can’t. Monica didn’t have their balls.”

            I can help her, but I need April to replace me up here.

            Iain looked up and shook his head. We need April down here. “Zareen, take Dominique’s place overhead. Watch out and follow Pandora’s lead.”

            The Nightmare grinned and bobbed her head in a nod before trotting into the sky.

            Dominique landed and dropped her pack from her shoulders. “I’ve got a B-ball in my kit.”

            Iain blinked. “A basketball? How’s that going to help?”

            She frowned. “Not a basketball. I’ve got a breaker ball. It breaks the connection between a balled pokegirl and the pokeball she was keyed to. It’s so restricted that if you’re caught with one without authorization, the police have standing orders to execute the offender on the spot, no questions asked.” She released her equipment kit. “Using it depletes the charge, so it’ll have to be recharged between uses.”

            Camille raised her head from where she was. “Use it on Donna. She’s worse off than I am.”

            Dominique looked at Iain. “I agree with her. After I use it, Donna can be put into a normal pokeball. I’ll head off and get this recharged and then return for Cammie. Any pokegirl center can recharge it for me and I’ll be careful not to be followed back here.”

            “Then stop looking at me to agree and do it.” He got out his PPHU while Dominique headed for the Kung Ewe. “How’s Cherry?”

            April looked up. “I had to open her up again to remove some bits of her clothing and debris from the wound but she’s healing nicely. She won’t even have a scar once we’re done. Cammie tried to heal her herself, but considering how much pain she’s in, it’s kind of hard to get into the mood to make honey.”

            “I’ll bet.” He took the ball from Dominique. It was heavier than usual and had a small keyboard built into it next to the release button. “Thanks.”

            She grinned and plucked a pokeball from his belt. “No problem. Hey, Ninhursag!”

            The Elfqueen turned around. “What?” Her eyes widened when Dominique raised the pokeball. “No!” She vanished into the recovery beam.

            “There, now I don’t have to look at her bad haircut.” Dominique dropped the Elfqueen’s ball next to Iain. “I’ll wait until you let Ninhursag out before I leave.”

            When the PPHU sounded, he pulled the ball out and handed it to Dominique before feeding Ninhursag’s ball into it. Dominique pressed a code into the keypad with her fingertip. “If you don’t know the codes for it, you can’t use it to capture or to release and the codes aren’t the same, either for each action. There’s no data port, so it can’t be hacked even by a Videogirl.”

            The beam lanced out and Donna appeared, still lying on her back. Instantly, she was on her feet and in a defensive posture. “What the hell?” She blinked. “Master Wolf?”

            “It’s ok,” Dominique said gently. “You’ve been healed. Your mistress and alpha are over there. Monica is getting healed while I have to go get this pokeball recharged so I can use it on Cammie.”

            Donna turned and almost ran for Monica, skidding to a halt just far enough away not to scatter dirt on her mistress.

            Iain looked around. Zareen and Pandora were flying overhead while April and Eve were working on Monica. Canaan was on guard. “Shit. It’ll have to wait until Ninhursag is done.” Just then the PPHU opened. He took the ball and released the Elfqueen.

            Ninhursag’s hair was back to its natural silver and shimmered in the afternoon sun. She looked at him as Dominique vanished. “I’ll kill Dominique later. What do you want me to do?”

            He locked the PPHU shut. “Take this off a little way with Canaan and use lightning to recharge it.” He handed her the unit. “Don’t be gone any longer than necessary. As soon as everyone is healed, we’re moving someplace more secure.”

            “We’ll be right back. Canaan!” When the Splice looked in her direction, Ninhursag jerked her head. “Come with me.”

 

***

 

Iain Grey - Tradesman

Eve - Megami-sama (maharani)

Dominique - Blessed Archmage

April - Duelist

Ninhursag - Elfqueen

Zareen - Nightmare

Pandora - Fiendish Fallen Angel

Canaan - G-Splice (Amachamp Hunter - Alaka-Wham)

Sofia - Peekabu

 

Dragonesses

Eirian - Silver

Skye - Blue

Emerald - Green

Aurum - Gold

Beryl - Red