What’s worse than an enemy that doesn’t play fair? An enemy who brings bullshit to the table. I mean seriously. Have you ever been aboard a war blimp? You know, a zeplin? It’s like being on a giant flying fortress of pain. It’s like a battleship and a zeppelin got together and had a demonic child of a baby. I swear, if this is winter, it’s more fucked up then I thought it was.

“Oh for the love of Luna! Why? Why did it have to be goddamn war blimps?!” Drake yelled as he looked out at the blimps in the sky.

“Not sure, don’t care, but we need to do something about it now.” I said.

“Why?” Drake asked.

“Because of that.” I said, pointing at the barrier.

“Well… fuck all kinds of wrong sideways… guess there’s no choice” Drake said as he walked over to the unicorns. He held his gauntlet out. “Twilight. We got a problem in the sky and I need all the magic you all can spare to decimate them” he said.

The unicorns seemed tired, but they agreed nonetheless as their horns started to light up before my eyes. Beams of magic came out and all channeled into some weird, large, grey gem in the palm of his gauntlet. As the magic flowed into it, the gem started to glow and shift till it looked like three separate pools of liquid, one green, another blue, and the final one red.

Drake stopped the process by closing his gauntlet. “I thank you for your power. Rest easy” he said. As he turned, he looked at me. “You want to see something cool?” he asked with a grin.

“What are you going to do? Magic them to death?” I asked sarcastically.

Drake smirked. “In a way, yes. You see I have no magic whatsoever. My gauntlet though, uses magic like a unicorn’s horn, but different in a sense” Drake explained. He turned the gauntlet to show me the palm as he touches the red pool and the red takes over, showing different images on the gauntlet. “Okay…. need a flyer...”

“And preferably someone who can blow up things.” I said to him. “But I still don’t understand, are you summoning someone or what?”

“Just wait and see.” Drake told me. He gets an idea as he switched the red to green and picks a gnome looking image. The green comes out of the gauntlet as it washed over him like a wave of magic as sounds emerged from it. A running motor, the swoosh of blades, as soon enough, the mist fades as Drake is gone and instead is replaced by some gnome in a makeshift helicopter. “Gyrocopter!” it yelled as the gnome grinned. “You like?” it asked.

“The. Absolute. Fuck.” I said. “Who do you think you are? Ben Ten?”

“I wish, but that’s how my gauntlet works. With enough magic, I can transform into a hero from a game called DOTA 2. Now if you excuse me, I need to go Red Baron now” Drake said. Drake soon took off into the sky as his small helicopter started to shoot out missile barrages. Some of them collided with one of the war blimps’ propellers and sent it colliding into another war blimp.

“... Again, the heeeeellllooo.” I said suprisedly.

“Drake! It’s not down yet!” I screamed at him as the blimps started to open fire on him. “Watch out!” I screamed as I threw off my cloak and shot an arrow at one of the missiles fired at him, just barely hitting one of the fins and knocking it off its course.

Drake laughed as he looked at the blimps “Prepare for domination!” he yelled as he flew around to the front windows as he gets his cannons ready “Flak cannons ready” he said as he stopped to dodges some crossbowmen. Some arrows got stuck to the vehicle as he flies away “Damn Griffons!”

“Get back here!” I screamed as I shot an arrow with a hook, which latched onto the back of his helicopter. Unfortunately, I didn’t expect what would come next and got pulled away after him. “FuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

“Will you stop messing around?!” Drake yelled as he reached back to try and pull me closer to the helicopter.

“We can’t just go in without a plan.” I said. “You shitlord, that’s how you always lose. Have you not learned strategy from ANY of the games you’ve played? We can’t just Leroy Jenkins this!”

“Look! I know what the hell I am doing! I’ve done this before and I’ve never lost. I know how Gyro works and how he is faster than their armaments” Drake said as he flew past a war blimp, firing his Flak Cannon into it, effectively hitting the bridge of it and wiping out any of the griffons controlling the blimp.

“Why did you do that?” I questioned. “What, did you think it was just going to explode?”

“I didn’t. I just wanted to get rid of one nuisance from the sky…. besides. Whose to say we can’t use it against them?” Drake asked as he looked at me.

“Well, you just blew up the controls and sent it hurtling towards the ground.” I pointed out. “So there’s that.”

Drake looked over as he groaned. “Well… let’s grab another one then. I maybe powerful, but enough rounds and even this copter will fall. Be nice to see what ordnance those griffon’s have right?” he asked with a chuckle.

“I say we take out the propellers, then.” I proposed. “Then we could infiltrate the blimp and take them out from the inside.”

Drake groaned. “If we do go in, I will need to change again since we’ll be in close quarters” he said as he flew through the skies with me. “Where are they?” he asked, looking for the propellers.

“You just shot one out earlier!” I screamed at him. “Why are you asking me? What, did you shoot some kind of homing missile?”

Drake chuckled nervously. “I was actually shooting blind. The missile locked onto something important and blew it up” he admitted. He looked around and stopped as he got in position to fire, but something stopped him from firing. He groaned, “Damn it! Ammo’s stuck!” he yelled.

“What do you meant it’s stuck?” I asked.

“It means the damn ammo belt is jammed…. take the controls!” Drake yelled at me as he hopped up and held the controls so I could take over.

“I don’t know how to control this thing!” I screamed.

“Just grab the controls and pull it close to you, but keep it level!” Drake yelled as he let the controls go for me to grab them. All I could hear was Drake bang on something and something fall “Fixed!”

“What in the hell did you just drop?!” I asked as I handed back the controls.

“Nothing. Bullet casing got lodged. Now we attack!” Drake yelled as he took aim and fired his Flak Cannon at the propellers.

“Hey, you got an extra explosive and some rope?” I asked as I readied my bow. “Maybe even a metal rod?” Drake seemed to mill around his seat for something and pulled out a small rocket for me as he grinned. “That’ll do.” I said as I strapped the rocket to one of my arrows.

Now, you would think that someone in our position would be saying the best one liner involving an explosion. Something that would be memorable for all time. Something that would make them a god in the history books, if only for their great speech ability… or something like that.

But sadly, the only thing that came out of my mouth was:

“FIRE IN THE HOLE!”

And man was that a boom. So glad I learned archery from my cousin. If I ever get back to Earth, I’m totally buying him something. Drake was just laughing his ass off from the one liner as he started to fly towards the opening. “Get ready. It’s going to get bumpy.”

“Great.” I said sarcastically. “And me without a barf bag.”

“Or we could blase a missile barrage in there before storming the place” Drake suggested as he already had the barrage ready.

“No, we want to keep it intact.” I said.

Drake simply nodded as we started to fly through the opening and into the hangar as he landed with ease…. by that I mean he crashed into some Diamond Dogs on board and into a wall.

“What did I just say about keeping the blimp intact?” I said as I pointed to the fresh hole in the hangar wall.

“You did that with the missile arrow mister grumpy!” Drake retorted as the green aura took over him and turned him to his regular self. He turned and looked at the hangar as he went wide eyed. “Uh…. how many weapons you got?” he asked me.

“I got my bow, my sword and this knife…. why?” I asked. It was then that Drake grabbed my head and turned it in the direction he was looking. “Son of a….”

The hangar was stocked with crates that were full of weapons, food, and previsions; or at least that was my guess. The main issue was that the hangar had over fifty griffon archers and twenty Diamond Dog guards that had weapons pointed at us.

I leaned over to Drake and asked, “You got another one of those missiles? Maybe one that’s not as strong?”

“I’m not Gyrocopter so all I can say is this…. you distract as I get another choice!” Drake yelled as arrows started to fall towards us. I saw him scramble to the crates that stopped most of the arrows as he searched through his gauntlet.

“Shit.” I said to myself. Then the d20 started glowing. “Oh what now?!”

I just went with it as I always did and rolled the thing. I got a 16. Why do I never understand these things?

“Will you stop messing with whatever that is and help?!” Drake yelled.

“Right.” I said. I got up and just started firing arrows willy nilly, not even looking where I was aiming. Over to my left I could hear grumbling and cursing as Drake was…. still Drake. “What’s going on over there?”

“Fucking arrows are pissing me off! I can’t concentrate!” Drake yelled as an arrow almost grazed his cheek.

“Got it!” I said. I looked over to see how many of the griffons were shooting arrows. There were too many for me to just shoot out. “UGH! I don’t know what to do for you man!”

“Just distract them!.... Fuck it!” Drake said as he made his gauntlet into a fist as all three of the colors flowed and twisted around him, till the green took superiority. Before my eyes, I saw his body turn green, but a sick kind of green with a pair of red eyes. His legs merged and twisted as it turned into a tail, like he was turning into a serpent or something. As the green faded, I saw a creature that looked like a cobra and a Predator had an unholy baby, but with the scent of death. It kinda reminded me of a naga, but the face was off and it didn’t have a torso per say. The creature looked at me as it said in a voice that made me shiver “Venomancer”

“That works! Spare me some venom, snake-boy?” I said in a slight mocking tone.

Drake simply hissed as his current forms hood, I guess it was, opened to show visible pouches of venom in them. The pouches glowed as it shot out blobs of venom that exploded and blinded a few griffons “Poison run rampant here. Fear my Wards!” it said as small maggot looking creatures came up from the floor. The creatures started to fire green blobs at the griffons, keeping them moving and unable to get a straight shot at us.

“That’s perfect!” I said. “Now it’s my turn.” I unsheathed my bastard sword yet again and charged the griffons. “Just try and keep up!”

Drake chuckled with a hiss as more wards came up to fire at the Griffons. Now it looked like it was a pointy eared nerd, a serpent, and over eight maggots taking down griffons with ease of poison and blades. Some of the Diamond Dogs tried to charge, but not before an orb of poison came at them and covered them in poison.

Let’s just say it was gruesome.

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We decided that the smart thing to do after we got out of the hangar was to get control of the blimp.

Drake slithered his way to one of the only two open doorways “We sssssplit up to cover more ground. That way we can find it fasssster” he said.

“Good thinking.” I said. “Meet you at the bridge.”

I took the left hallway. There wasn’t much down there. I saw a few more Diamond Dogs, but not much else. I did find a room full of weapons, though.

There wasn’t that many people in that room, all of them weren’t wearing armor, so there’s that. There was a guy with a tape recorder, though. I took it off of him before I continued to the bridge.

Author's Notes:

Here's the next part of the crossover.
Music and life get in the way a lot.