Guess who's back~?

A steady hum echoed through the metal machine, and an ever expanding space of blue spanned before Jerry’s eyes. For once, the Overlord was happy was was not alone in the ocean. Not this time. No, this time he had Albert take him, and his Seamoth, on a trip towards the Storm King's realm, feeling that now was a good time to move in and start scoping the place out.

He wanted to have that Armor before going there, but Jerry had nothing better to do, and he didn’t feel like wandering in the icy wilderness anymore. According to the prototype drones Magic and Pyro were testing? Things were starting to get a bit too dangerous for him to go galivanting about.

So now it was just him and Albert, the scientist being more than nice enough to fairy him over the much larger ocean towards the Storm King’s realm and drop him off in some easily managed shallow waters. If 200 meter or less depths could be considered shallow.

Jerry wasn’t sure how Albert could see that as ‘shallow’, but looking at the scientist half humming to himself and tapping his fingers away on the helm, Jerry admitted the guy was as eccentric as he was smart. That and he had gone to much deeper depths that Jerry himself felt were too much. How anyone could go over 200 meters and be comfortable in pitch black waters puzzled him.

Stretching a bit, Jerry walked up by Albert as he said. “Thanks again for giving me a ride to the Storm King place. It certainly save me the trip of going to it alone...and trying to survive against those Reaper Leviathans.” shuddering a bit as he still had memories of one trying to eat his Seamoth while he was stuck in it. Taking a moment to push that away, he was certainly happy that Albert, despite being eccentric, could handle these creatures a lot more easily than Jerry was willing to admit.

Keeping an eye on everything before himself, Albert said, “it’s not a issue. To be honest, I did this half because we’re going over waters that are very deep. Deep enough that going it alone in a Seamoth isn’t completely recommended.” Which made Jerry worry a little. “A seamoth is faster, and you could have certainly made the trip. But I’ve mapped the waters near this area. Some are deeper than what even the Prawn can go at and keep going. There’s also other Leviathan creatures here’s I’ve noted and haven’t documented. I felt it was saffer to fairy you there with my enhanced Cyclops.”

“Well...crap baskets.” said Jerry, as he glance to the seas as he soon remark. “Something tells me that if I did try to do this alone in that Seamoth? I would probably be dead by unknown creatures.”

With a glance, Albert commented, “maybe. But it’s also likely they could of left you alone.” Getting a look of disbelief from Jerry. “Not all huge sea creatures are interested in eating people. Reefbacks are one good example, they are leviathans, but are harmless. So are a number of whales that rather have micro sized foods. There’s even a shark that does something similar.”

While it was a reminder not everything was out to get him, Albert prattled on, “but I don’t doubt there’s other things out here that would try. Though most I’d say live in deeper parts of the ocean. For example, the Seadragons. They live over a thousand meters down, and they don’t come up often. Pressure difference can be irritable for deep sea creatures. Come up too high or low and they start having trouble.”

Shuddering, Jerry told. “Oh yeah...those were utterly terrifying to see when they destroyed the ships…” recalling vividly of the large creatures just talking out the ships as if they were nothing. He shook his head out of that and switch topics. “How’s everything with the zombie probe project? Any word from Magic before we left? “

“We were having some issues with magical interference with the first probe.” Informed Albert passively. “The second and third one’s had similar issues, though for different reasons. I’ve reinstalled and made new formats for each one, and then a few others. Magic and Pyro are putting them through their paces as of now while I get you to the Island.”

Pondering over the project as a whole, Albert said, “all in all? It might be a short project. We had all the tools needed, all we’re doing in tweaking the magic and tech to work cohesively and also send feedback from a distance the probes I have weren't made for. But magical advances are a wonder to be sure.”

“Tell me about, Magic got it advantages that's for sure.” agreed Jerry as he chuckle. “Like using it to grow things, or to use runes.” then joked with a grin. “Although some of the researchers are still trying to figure out how to make a self-sufficient coffee maker.”

“Ask Twilight. She might have a good idea.” Albert joked with a slight smile. “She uses the coffee makers in Citadel-1 more than anyone else. She might have something that could help make a half-decent Coffee maker.”

“I think I will when I get the chance to talk to her.” then added in mild amusement. “Unless I didn’t interrupt her talking with Mortis, apparently she’s been making a biography on my Minions. Should be a nice read on a ‘new species’ in a way.” Recalling a brief moment where he saw Twilight and Morits talking within the spawn pits, he was utterly taken back from Twilight utter hunger for knowledge. Even more of a few lessons of magical defenses from the Dark Arts while she and Magic were in the Dungeon to train.

Then again, from what he heard from Shadow, Twilight was smarter than most ponies, was Celestia former student and utterly powerful. Even more was the ‘youngest’ royal before the whole Caribou invasion, or rather became one at all.

Jerry internally admit, he never met anyone like Twilight...and he was utterly glad he saved her now. He knew that if he ever gotten on her bad side somehow? She could turn his ass into grass and literally as she was able to transform a apple into a orange from what Shadow told him. He did add to Albert. “I think Mortis may meet his match in knowledge hunger.”

Chuckling to that, Albert said, “Twilight’s a bright mare. I often see her and Magic, even Periodic, having debates while we’re conducting tests. She’s a very well versed learner in Science, technology, biology, magical theorems-- a real prodigy in a lot of respects.” Which was boggling to hear.

“Granted, she still has a lot to learn.” Admitted the scientist while refocusing ahead. “She still lacks Magic’s raw experience in the magical arts, even more when it comes to handling dark magic. Her skills in chemistry is extensive, but Pyro easily out does her with his own pure knowledge and skill in that area. In short? She has a huge potential, but won’t reach her zenith for a while due to how spread out her learning is. It will take time, but I see a very intelligent mare later on. It might help her later on as a Princess.”

Puffing out a breath, Jerry said. “You're telling me. I seen her in practice with Magic in the Dungeons. She’s going to be powerful in the future.” Shaking his head he went on. “I think she might even outdo anyone else in a few years. She's like the jack of trades in terms of knowledge and research.”

“Given she’s an alicorn and with no foreseeable end-lifespan? That is very likely.” Agreed Albert, throwing jerry for a loop and being reminded that Unicorns were sort of immortal. Celestia and Luna were proof of that, both being 1000+ years, but still looking well in their 20’s.

Oh how it was now he realized that in a sense? He made a really smart move in making nice with the ponies. It was bad enough to be reminded that Celestia and Luna MOVED the sun and moon. But now that he thought over it? Twilight was possible over any unicorns average power, and Cadence was possibly the same…

Yeah, making friends with the ponies was good. Even more that they had a magical harmony nuke called ‘the tree of harmony’.

I dodged the bullet with ignoring Gnarl on helping the ponies. Even more getting him to think of me betraying them, which won’t happen. I like being alive. I even like it of staying alive and not get nuked by the harmony tree. That tree still scares me! internally thought Jerry, knowing that making friends with the ponies, and even ensuring they got their strength back was going to be good in his favor…

But he knew that sooner or later his crimes would catch up. Even more with of what he did with spreading the virus, or even unintentionally letting the Windegos loose.

With a frown, he thought on the future and soon asked. “Albert? Do you think I’ll be brought into trial of everything I’ve done as of late? Technically this was all my fault things got out of control.”

Giving a glance, Albert said, “maybe.” Then looked on ahead. “Maybe not. Because we’ve all done something, Jerry. This isn’t all on you. I introduced the idea of setting off a Virus. So I’m at fault for that. Grain and those at Citadel 1 chose to go with the idea. They are at fault too. You are at fault for going through with it. The Rebel leaders were at fault for allowing possible slaughter of children, even if they were Caribou. Or at least not correcting their troops that did the deed.”

“Everyone’s done something terrible, Jerry. Even the Caribou under your rule.” Told Albert. “And we’re already paying for it, in consequences. That’s how things work out. Karma get’s back at you, because you made a cause, and the effect leading up occurs because of that first action. It’s in a odd sense, a sort of equilibrium of balance.”

Going on, the scientist said, “now does this mean you’ll be put to trial and jailed for war-crimes?” Eventually shaking his head, “probably not. You’re turning into a King with his own nation. At the moment, Equestria isn’t under the rule of the Princess’s, meaning that as of this point in time, your crimes can only be held accountable by your laws or the Caribou laws. And since you do not reside with the Caribous, you can be viewed as guiltless, currently.”

It was all one big answer Jerry was trying t work out in his head, and even then Albert didn’t stop. “I’m a third party member that hardly interferes too directly into the fights or into affairs concerning the ponies-- only when they are in my sea-base, which is in unclaimed territory, ergo lawless lands. But since I have, in a sense, made the base mine and share it willingly, then my rules and ideals somewhat apply, meaning I can be seen as guiltless as I am doing what is necessary.”

While Jerry tried to process this all, Albert wrapped it all up with, “your question doesn't have a direct answer in short. It’s all debatable and even political levels of debate, maybe even philosophical to morals-- but in short? It’s possible a trial won’t happen. Mostly because we’re not citizens of Equestria at all, and don’t fully go under their laws. Not conventionally anyways.”

Slowly nodding, Jerry work it in his mind. In technicalities, we’re guiltless, but Karma's going to come calling...and it’s going to come at me the most. already knowing that even if things were ‘great’ with him having a home, a herd, and kids on the way? It was a matter of time before something happened to him, because he knew sooner or later Karma would demand of him of his deeds. Mostly the evil ones.

Being silent, Jerry thought over and soon sigh out. “Alright...here’s a hypothetical one…” crossing his arms as he glance to Albert to ask. “Should I try to make a ‘official’ story to the world? In terms of Equestria I mean. I know we both know that I rather give the land back to the ponies and let them grow it back to what they had. But, well the human pragmatic part of me thinks that the other nations, or at least those not fully affected by the Khara virus would try to lay claim on it. Sure it’s a wasteland now, but there’s a profit to the land in term of the long game.”

While it was a concern, Albert was very quick to point out, “and what can the other nations do? The Storm King we’ll be dealing with, possibly sabotaging all the while. Enough damage to his own internal civilization will cause him too many issues to just do as he wants.”

“The griffins are now recovering from the Khara, so they are out. The Yaks are allies, the Arabians are allies, the Hippogriffions are allies. I’ve talked with Celestia and it’s possible that the Zebra’s will become allies too. So in short, with Equestria and those additional three or four others? One would have to be both cleaver and powerful to contest with that much.” Which, the sickly man made a extremely good point.

“And then there’s you.” Finished Albert, much to Jerry’s bemusement. “If you ‘hypothetically’.” Saying it in such a way as if to suggest he knew Jerry would do it, “give Equestria over to the ponies out of the mere idea of ‘its too much trouble’ as of that time? Then even if you left them alone, everyone will know you more or less tore the Caribou’s out by yourself for the most part. The only reason you didn’t conquer?”

Albert seemed to play with a few thoughts before finishing, “well, you could always take the evil route and make it all like some game. ‘I have beaten the caribous, now I am bored. I’m going to go raze someone else before finishing you all off’ or something along those lines.”

“Personally, I would say the only reason I didn’t conquer it, is because the ponies owe me a life-time debt. That I rather have them have the land is because it’ll means they would work for me to pay back the debt.” then shrug. “Or something along the lines, I’m trying to be a ‘benevolent Overlord’ after all. Being evil for the right reasons.”

Albert cracked a small smile to that, but said nothing more while piloting the large sub onwards. It left them both in a sort of silence for a moment, cruising along.

Or, right up until the scientist said, “how are you holding through all of this, Jerry?” Making the other human give a look of confusion. Yet Albert spoke on with a perception that still made Jerry wonder just how much he knew. “You’ve been fighting on and off, and things have been changing drastically. I know for a fact that even with everything going fine, on field combat and seeing things you’ve never experience can have a heavy impact on one’s mind.”

Being silent for a moment, Jerry was trying to think of what to say properly. After a moment, Jerry let out a sigh and sag a bit, leaning on the wall as he admit. “I think I’m starting to go mad, Albert. I know I got PTSD at this point, and it’s just increasing with each horror I seen, or how much I fight. At this point I’m just trying to hold it all together mentally and emotionally.”

“Do you suffer from sudden panic attacks?” Making Jerry confused. “Do you get sudden triggers of flight or fight during situations outside of combat? Do you experience high amounts of anxiety when facing a stressful situation? Do you suffer violent night terrors?”

While Jerry was pondering on the last one, Albert said, “people suffering PTSD often gain it after the fact. I was explaining a few signs to it, and while they can and will form? You can advert it from being an issue. One simple matter is just getting some council or having another person listen in.” While Jerry shifted to that, unsure if he could do it… Albert seemed to have an answer to that. “But since you don’t like to admit things, I figured a recording device would be the next best solution.” Stopping Jerry at the… memory of that.

“Wait...you mean that recording device when I was in frozen Equestria?” said Jerry, as he recalled using that...countless of times as he glance away to admit. “I may had...used it a lot more than needed. Like more than reports...I, still used it even when I don’t travel in the wasteland.”

Nodding, Albert told, “to be honest, that was it’s real purpose.” Making Jerry stop on that. Just… stop to think on that. “You would talk to me, at times. But you always hesitate. When you gave me the initial data, you also gave me a few of your rants with it. I had to skip over them for the research notes-- but I listened regardless.”

It made the overlord feel… a little embarrassed and angry all the same. But Albert continued on undaunted. “And you still using it is fine. I even encourage it, because if you don’t get your feelings out? You might be suffering more than just the beginning of PTSD.” Making Jerry slowly pause to that.

“Humans are social creatures, Jerry.” Albert seemed to tell. “We don’t deal with loneliness as well as we like to think. We’re capable, but sometimes it can have adverse effects. And you don’t have to be in the middle of an ocean to be alone. Being different and alienated among hundreds, can still cause the same effect.”

The reasoning kept Jerry silent, and unsure how to respond. Even as the scientist went on. “You needed a emotional output for your own sanity and psychological health. Otherwise you might of had a meltdown from all the stress and frustrations that have been building up for the last year. And if you weren't going to be honest with anyone? I figured you would at least try to be honest with yourself first.”

Sighing deeply, with a hand moving up to rub his forehead, Jerry asked dryly. “Was my self-destructive thoughts as obvious too in my rants?” figuring that Albert would put two and two together with how he listen to his recordings.

“I’ve found hints around.” Once more responded Albert in a near cryptic manner. Which… wasn’t wholly surprising. It seemed like whenever there was a ‘hint’, he would figure something out in time. “You should talk to them.” Making Jerry at first confused. “Your wives.”

“....I’ve…” started Jerry as he wanted to say, ‘not bother them’ or ‘make them worry’. But hesitated as Albert himself was slowly turning to look at the larger man, with a single slowly raising brow as Jerry went longer in his hesitant silence. With a deep breath in, Jerry admit. “I want to...but I’m too much of a damn coward, Albert. I could of told them earlier, I could of try to tell them about the Eyes of Fate, hell I could of even told them part of me wants to be scorn by the world before shit went down hill.”

Then rub his forehead as he said. “But I’m too much of a coward to even admit it to them, Albert. Even trying to tell them of something simple as me having a problem was too hard for me to admit.”

Some long momentary look from the man, Albert once more returned his focus forwards. “You feel guilty, don’t you?” It was poised more as a question than a accusation. “That’s why you asked that question about a trial. You feel guilty of everything.” It almost felt like the sickly man took a sledgehammer to Jerry’s walls.

After a while, Albert said, “fear is a natural response.” Which surprised him. “You don’t know how they’ll react, and because you feel guilty, you hesitate. You tell yourself every reason they have to hate you, to turn on you because you didn’t tell them. And that makes you scared, so in result, you don’t say anything to keep things the same and stable for yourself.” Making Jerry want to scoot away.

“You have to remember, you’re not just a coward. You’re also human. And fear, is a natural human response. It makes people do things they logically wouldn’t.” Albert proceeded to tell on, “did you know that when fear kicks in, it overrides the brain's ability to rationally think?” and while it was a random fact tossed out, confusing Jerry, Albert proceeded on. “Fear is a response. And you react to it without thought. You might think you’re a coward, but you’re doing what any human would do.”

“Self preservation.” It was said with such a simplicity from the scientist. “Since you’re scared of a unknown response that might be negative, your self preservation makes you fear and push away from trying something risky.” Breathing in, Albert spoke out. “But, you can’t think of that. They might be disappointed, but by logic, it’s because they would be disappointed you didn’t tell them sooner so they could help you.”

Half shifting to a new position, Albert went on, “I’ve never married. I’ve never gone out on a date. Never had any romance. I might like how women look, even the mares, I never actually pushed for it. Never had a reason to. But part of the point of a spouse, is to have their support, while you also support them.” Then with a glance, Albert quirked a smile to tell, “but maybe you don’t need reasoning. Maybe, you should do something unscientific, and just have faith, they will be there for you.”

“Have faith, huh?” mused Jerry, looking to the waters in slight thought of Albert words.

Gazing at the same deep blue water, Albert elaborated, “by all reasoning? I was doomed to die in a gigantic ocean all alone. The only thing that got me out, was faith in my own self, that I can pull through.” glancing down to go on in thought, “your own worst enemy, is yourself. When you doubt, and get desperate… that’s when you will die. That’s when you lose. When you give in and give up. Hope isn’t logical, not at all. But neither of us can dispute, having faith, love or hope, can pull you through most anything.”

Being silent for a moment, Jerry took in his words. Hope...like when Dulsion blade was about to end me, but I had hope...I had loved ones waiting for me. They...they gave me strength to stop that blade. Granted the only reason that arm work was due to the whole ‘emergency’ thing...but still. It work because of the magic of my gauntlet, where most of my power comes from. All it really took was my strength, my will...and all I had to move it.

Jerry recalled very descriptive of how heavy his old armor was, even without the exo-suit aiding him. By all rights he shouldn’t have moved it at all, by logic he should be dead. But at the same time, Albert was right. When someone has hope...has something to hold themselves together with? They could get through. And both knew their history of how humans went through harrowing times.

With a breath in, Jerry said. “I’ll...try to work up the courage to say it to them. It won’t be easy, but...I’m sure I’ll be able to admit to the girls of my problems.”

Albert gave a firm nod to this and told, “until then. Keep using the device. Or talk to me.” Giving a slight glance to tell, “I am one of the only people you talk to over these things. And I know how to keep a secret.”

Chuckling a bit, Jerry said. “That you do.” he was silent once more, thinking o himself...and said. “Which bring me off-topic subject, do you get annoyed of how Harmony magic takes control of you whenever you start singing?” giving a look to Albert as he went on. “Because I had it done with me twice, and I didn’t noticed a thing.”

Thinking on it, albert admitted, “I don’t mind.” Making Jerry boggle. “It reminds me of my days out at sea and practicing theater and dance in my own sea base before an audience of Peepers and Amp-Eels.” Aaaand it was there Jerry lost ‘smart reasonable’ Albert, to ‘eccentric and half mad’ Albert.

Shaking his head, Jerry remark. “Well, unlike you, I had two different villain songs. One was the Once-ler, and the other was some other song, something about ‘bad guys gonna win’.” making a questioning face, Jerry went on. “I think since I’m a bad guy, I tend to sing villain songs…”

“Or it fit’s for your wants.” Albert mused out. “I know had a few musical numbers.” Finger raised to name out, “I’ve got this Feeling. She blinded me with Science. Stronger, Harder, Faster, Better-- just to name a few.”

“Ever remembered singing those?” Asked Jerry in slight curiosity, as he knew he couldn’t recall his own musical numbers, which was annoying since he wanted to remember what exactly he sang for the second song. Plus he was utterly curious of what it does to another human.

Shaking his head, Albert told, “not the first few times. I never noticed. But once Magic came around and he began to go over the magical theory behind it, I began to tinker. Test and what not.” then seemed to smile, “once you’re aware of it, and have a grasp of how it works, you become more aware of when it happens, or can trigger it. I can now somewhat trigger it to happen for myself now, rather useful actually.”

Raising a brow to Albert, Jerry asked. “Is it possible for anyone to trigger it?” going on to elaborate. “I asked Joy on it, and there was a magical theory on it, something about Harmony magic being into play.” scratching the back of his head as he admit. “I know I doubt I could even have harmony magic to even use it, part of me was hoping to know how to, well actually use the music since villains got big music. And it would be, nice if I used it for dramatic moments.”

To that, the scientist nodded his head. “It’s more than likely. Other’s can trigger it by starting a beat or radiating enough harmony musical magic if close enough. Normally within the same rage it’s sung. You could do it too, possibly. Though to do so, you need to have form of ‘tuning’ for it.” And answering without needing a question, Albert elaborated. “Harmony is a balance of things, so if you can strike a balance at that moment in time, or need to rebalance yourself, that’s how it will trigger. The later is often more likely than the former, as the former takes a bit of practice and understanding.”

Humming to this, Jerry remarked. “Meaning it wouldn’t matter for me, since I don’t have much time to do the former, and in all reality I’m not exactly balanced.” sighing to this, the man went on. “Then again, it’s a miracle that I managed to have enough balance to do two songs in the first place.”

For it to happen would suggest a imbalance.” Albert reminded. “As I said, the later is to re-balance. Meaning that there was something that off-set you current mood or being at that time, so the Harmonizing begun to help rebalance.”

Thinking back, Jerry recalled the first song. “Well...the first time was when progress was going well in the Dark Castle. When I really was starting to have more people coming and living at my place. The other time was when Mortis told me on what a Overlord really was. Someone the Minions follow be it malicious or benevolence…” thinking as he remarked. “He mentioned he had memories of me being benevolence, which means he and most of my Minions came from the two games where I lean to ‘good’ in a sense…” frowning in thought as he added.

“Or was it a form of ‘kind tyranny’?”

Giving a glance in thought, Albert told, “or it’s a simple grey. Right now, you’re in the position where ‘good and bad’ are placed into a tricky spot. And there’s rarely ever a correct answer.” Though seemed to tell, “unless it’s about dessert choice. Because personally I think the right choice would always be the ice cream.”

“Eh personally I’m more of a browny guy.” said Jerry, he did however grin and comment. “Join the darkside, we got cookies.” recalling that meme very clearly.

Dramatically, Albert told, “I will never join you, for I have ice cream!”

Playing along, Jerry curse. “Curses, you have foil my evil plans.” then raise a finger as if he had a bright idea. “Then I shall ask Jasmine and the other's, for they will surely join the dark side for our delicious cookies!”

“Join you for the cookies?” Questioned Albert while passing a almost leery gaze. “No… no it will never be so. They will resist, fight back! They will see that Ice Cream is the only way to go. Surly they won’t give in.”

“Fool, no one could resist the temptation of double chocolate chip!” proclaimed Jerry with a wide grin. “We have cookies of all kinds!”

“What?” They heard and with one glance back, Jerry blinked and recalled… that young mare Deft was here.

He honestly forgot she was here, having been in the back of the ship doing… something. But now that she had opened the bulkhead and was walking in to no doubt tell Albert something? Well, she was now looking at both men as if they had lost their marbles.

And yet, albert went on, “Deft, you’re here!” And called out, “show this wicked man his errors, convince him that Ice Cream is the way and only way to go!”

Deft scrunched her face up slowly and eventually shook her head. “I…” Glancing between Jerry and Albert before sighing under her breath, “the insanity’s spreading…” then told in a normal tone, “I thought to let you know, Albert, that Grain wants to talk to you about things… later…” Then turned and left out on the bridge, closing the hatch behind herself.

Albert was quick to tell Jerry, “she’s still learning.”

“On how to embrace a meme and insane people?” asked Jerry.

“No, on how to relax.” told he infected man. “After losing everything, Deft has next to forgotten on what it’s like to just live life.” Making Jerry go quite. “I let her around my labs. She’s a bright young mare. Like Twilight. But scared. I keep an eye on her, teach her things. I’m pretty sure she would see me as a friend, if she wasn’t so bothered by her past. She’d only so cold, because she doesn't want to let people close to hurt her.”

Being silent as he glance from Albert to the hatch door, Jerry sigh as he admit. “I’ve honestly got nothing to help on this front.” knowing that while he could sympathies to Deft, and know a bit on the mare position, there really was not much Jerry could do, since they never really talk much. He doubt she would even give him a chance, even more with him focus at the castle and with Skyward.

“I’ll ask for your help if I need it.” Albert seemed to inform. “I’ve got things covered so far. And Glint is around too. Closest person she might have to a sister, even if she would never admit it.” Seeming partially amused. “You should do a last check on your equipment and supplies. We should be nearing the drop off zone for your Seamoth within the hour.”

Nodding, Jerry turn to check on his things, mostly on what he would be having within his Seamoth, but he did pause to glance back to Albert. Thinking a bit before he spoke. “Hey Albert?” gaining the man attention to glance back as Jerry sigh as he told. “Thanks. For being a friend, and for helping me out in more than one way. Without you, I would probably be dead a long time ago.”

For once, Albert seemed to give a honest smile. “It’s my pleasure, Jerry.” Inclining his head some before turning his gaze once more forwards.

Giving a low smile of his own, Jerry turn to enter through the hatch. Already planning to check on his things as he knew that if Albert wasn’t around? Then Jerry would be killed one way or another. Like with that problem with the Empire, or the suit of armor he used constantly, or even the talks he had with the man to help with his own mentality. He really did owed Albert so much, and Jerry felt...well, felt bad he couldn’t give as much as he can to Albert.

I doubt I can give as much as Albert can...or can I? thinking a bit, Jerry was trying to figure out what Albert likes the most...and one thing came to mind was things to research. Another was anything sea related...there was also something about cat posters…

Wonder if the Storm king got any? thought Jerry as he went down to get to his Seamoth, as he figure to grab something for Albert. Mostly to give to the man that gave so much. He figured it was the nice thing to do for the man, especially since he probably hasn’t gotten much of a gift before.

Jerry wasn’t sure what he expected of the Storm King’s little island. But he wasn’t expecting… rocks. Lot’s of rocks. The beach was hardly sandy, more like full of pebbled and loose rocks and gravel more than sand. He spent a bit of time looking for a place to make a hidden gate, and later have his minions drag the Seamoth inside. And also get his armor rather than be in his divesuite.

But otherwise? The place was full of rocks. And sure, while there were storm clouds often overhead, not a hint of rain. Though more than once he realized that a storm-cloud wasn’t a cloud at all, but another ship making its rounds for a patrol, or leaving out for some mission.

This place felt a little oppressive from that alone.

Jerry almost felt the irony in that, as he a Overlord was criticizing on how another ‘villain’ was running their place. But on the other hand, he felt that the Storm King was either was keeping a firm grasp onto his territory, or just didn’t want anyone entering or leaving without his knowledge. For a brief moment, Jerry could understand such thoughts. Since no one would like if it someone sneak in without his knowing at his place.

But on the other hand, Jerry had to get to work, as while he would summon his horde? He needed to be in hiding, as he wanted to be ensure he wasn’t spotted. So his plan? Was to summon Greens, lot and lots of Greens. Granted there wasn’t any greenery for them to sneak into, but he was sure their natural stealth would ensure they hide well...to a extent.

But Jerry realize something. He had no idea where the closest town was at. Which meant he would either need to wander to find a town or city, or track one of the ships...He would be honest he was leaning to the latter, as with the later, he had a chance to find a place than wander aimlessly. With that in mind, he tracked a airship or at least waited till one pass for him to follow it at a distance. He was suppose to be incognito after all.

He found this plan… dull. The first few to pass by were either a patrol over sea, or a outgoing ship. And when one did come in? He was unsure if he could follow in. For one? It went over a rock face he wasn’t sure he could climb with his armor on. And for two? Well.. it half vanished near other storm-clouds in the area.

So, that plan sort of busted first go.

Well crap...well, plan B. Try to trailblaze. thought Jerry, as he was sure he could figure out where the closest town or city was. Or at least he hoped so as he began moving inland, however he heard a voice in his helmet.

“Greetings oh Master!” spoke in Quaver.

“Quaver, what are you doing on the line? Where’s Mortis?” asked Jerry as he had to stop walking to figure out which direction he should go in terms of climbing up a rocky area.

“The Minion Resurrector is currently being held hostage by Pinkie Pie, oh the joyful mare has certainly wish to make him smile, Sire!”

....Yeah I can see that. thought Jerry as he found it kinda amusing for Pinkie to attempt to make Mortis smile, even a small one at that. He did however asked. “So, are you planning to give me any tunes while I’m trying to find the nearest town?”

“Oh Master, while it would bring me joy to give you something merry to hear, I must give you info so you won’t be fill with fear! The Dark Castle has a new upgrade, one that will make your Minions swayed! More Minions, more carnage, even better! More Minions to command under your banner!” Jerry nearly stopped at this and asked.

“Wait, are you saying I can have more Minions, when did this happen and what is it called?” feeling a bit of surprised that this actually was the first he heard of it. Since this never happened in the game, or both of them at all.

“Minion Commander is what is called, the power to have Minions command other's! Better hurry soon, because you’ll have minions that won’t be stalled!”

For Jerry, he thought over on what Quaver said, and couldn’t help but mutter. “Okay, things are really changing from what I know.” knowing that while there a few things that were new and weren’t part of the game logic of the two games? This was just pushing the envelope of breaking the rules of how things were supposed to go. Then again...he didn’t mind as it means he had more Minions to help do things for him. Maybe he could have teams of Minions doing his bidding.

Something to consider about. thought over Jerry, as he refocus back on finding the nearest town...or at least he hope he’ll find it, as part of him considered he might be lost sooner or later if he didn’t find a road anytime soon. Although Jerry would admit that it would take him time to even find a town. At best, he would wander as much as he could and explore to the best of his ability…

Or at least until it became night and head back to his home.

Working it over, Jerry figured that maybe he could head home and then come back tomorrow to figure out what his plans will be. Maybe have a few greens come through first and map things out for him? Because there were a lot of patrols it seemed like. And while he could hide? The Greens would be just more effective.

Thinking over this, Jerry soon told to Quaver. “Get Grubby to send a Waypoint Gate here for me. And get the Greens ready, they’re going to be scouting for me.”

“But of course Master! I shall bring Grubby on it!” spoke Quaver, as within a few moments a Waypoint Gate was set up just a few feet from Jerry, along with a Green Spawn pit. With a turn of his body, he told to the Greens that were with him. “Alright, listen up. You lot, as well as other Greens that will spawn from here, will travel the lands in groups. Make sure you aren’t caught, you aren’t seen, and gain intel for me. Do what you can, but try not to be caught. Got it?”

“Yes Master!” “We’ll be very sneaky for you!” “No one will see us!” told the Greens as Jerry nodded, letting the Greens handle this as he transported back to his throne room. Giving a exasperated sigh, mostly of how much walking he did and trying to evade patrols. As much as Jerry wanted to get his armor off and enjoy the time off, he was curious of this ‘upgrade’ that Quaver mention. Turning he pass by some of the minions, there wasn’t much ponies that pass by in the throne room to be honest.

Mostly since they started to live in the stone community that was made outside the Dark Castle.

But he did pass by one of the clones while going up the stairway, the unicorn name Patty if he recalled. He didn’t see much of them since they’ve been working around the Castle. Plus he was certain Shadow was purposely making sure the clones aren’t being seen by him. He gather she wanted him to be around actual mares than just clones. Something he admittedly didn’t mind, since the clones partially reminded him of those he touched with his own magic.

Shaking those thoughts off, he refocus his thoughts as he was nearly at the end of the flight of stairs. Reaching in the Private Quarters, he pass by several Servant Minions as they move around the Arcanium armor male. To be honest, Jerry wondered on how many servants there were, since by now he had so many Browns, that there should be enough to fill the entire Castle, right?

It was a question that Jerry ponder, at least before he ignored it once he reached into his room of ‘research and upgrades’. Walking closer to the device and letting the mini-castle showing up, he looked over the new upgrade in thought. .

Let see, ‘Minion Command Structure’. Apparently this allows me to have Minions to lead small groups of minions base on Tribes...Hrm, not bad. Let see what the first one is. Hrm, ‘Squad Leader’. Lead up to 10 minions of their colors, with special armor added. Cost is two Dark Crystals...Worth it. Letting it activate as he look at the second level to the ‘Minion Command Structure’.

Hrm, okay so the second is called ‘Raid Band Commander’. Ouch, three Dark Crystals...I should have enough, but I should probably saved the rest of what I got before getting more of this upgrade. Let see what I can gain...wow, up to 20 minions of their own color, with special weapons...Alright, I can work with this. making the adjustment to pay as he knew he should wait on spending till he had more Dark Crystals.

Since he didn’t knew where to harvest more of the stuff anyway.

He look at the third, and felt his eyes widen. ‘Mess Commander’, who can lead up to any combination of 25 minions, with a unique spell for them...wow. That's, that's impressive. And it cost 3...okay I should probably wait till I got more. I haven’t figure out where to get more anyways. Looking at the last one, he couldn’t help but laugh a bit of the name. “S-Smartypants Hoard Leader? Oh wow!”

Chuckling a bit as he shook his head as he look into the description, then felt his mind blown. Wow...able to lead any combination of 45 minions, their stats are boosted by 3X, and are at the top tiers! That's what I’m-, then pause as he saw the cost. 5 Dark Crystals, per Minion? Okay hang on...Said that the only way for me to get this, is if I give 5 Crystals per minion to make a ‘stone’ of sorts for them to control the other Minions, and be able to improve power. But I have to use it for each Minion, as it isn’t like the previous upgrades for ‘all’ of them. Frowning to this Jerry knew that he would not only needed to get five to activate the upgrade, but also five more to get each minion to reach the final level.

But on the other hand, he was getting a lvl 4 leader minion.

He let out a sigh as he moved back, mind thinking of the costs he did pay for with this upgrade. I got to be careful on who I choose, as well as make a ‘leader’. I mean, with how powerful the lvl4 is? It would be like a second Overlord on the field...okay that’s a scary thought. Having someone else to lead them beside me. Then again...they will still be loyal to me.

Looking a bit at the information, he was visualizing it in his mind, that the lvl 1 were just normal Minion, lvl 2 lead the lvl 1 and the normal minions out into the field. The third level were anything under them, and if he add in the lvl 4? They lead anything under them...And he would lead all of them.

He was putting in the math as his eyes widen. Wait...if each first are a 10, and if I get at least 45 lvl1, then I get 450 of them all...but if I add that with 45 lvl 2? That would increase the number. Which would even increase further if I keep adding them… Mind blown even further as this upgrade? This simple upgrade...was in a sense, a means to have him form a army. Not just a horde of Minions under him, but a organize structure of different leaders, of field commanders, of even ‘mini-overlord’s out in the field fighting for him.

A army of Minions that could spread onto the field to do serious damage. He also knew that if the lvl4 were ‘mini-overlords’? They would technically be independent of him, not needing the normal means of being called on through him and the pits. It would only mean that he could actually not only lead them, but let them lead his forces to hit at the enemy in all fronts. Now that is a scary thought...wonder if I should tell Albert? He might see the potential of having lvl 4 Minions...but wonder if I should call them something else than ‘mini-overlords’? Eh, I’ll figure it out later.

For now? I just to wait and see the results of this upgrade itself. thought Jerry as he consider on getting out of his armor...then maybe checking on his girls. Maybe even mentally getting the courage to admit to them of his issues before his Greens tell him of any use?

Sure he told Albert he’ll try to get the courage to tell them, but it wasn’t easy. Especially since he didn’t tell them for a long while up to this point. But he hoped that things would go well enough, especially when he was trying to fight off his own doubts about it.

Throughout the entire day, Jerry was occupy by paperwork, reports, and had to check over his Minions as apparently even though he may bought the upgrades? He had to go straight to to the Minions in the Spawn pits to figure out who was the best, or ‘brightest’ in this case. Thankfully Mortis devoted his time to aid the Overlord to find and ordered Giblet to make ‘special armor’ for the ones that Jerry --under Mortis advice on the Minions themselves-- would be deserving of the rank up.

He picked five Minions that earned special armor, knowing a bit of each for their talents and ‘smarts’. Already he made a list and made Giblet prepare their armors, however Mortis directed him to Raid Band Commanders materials as there were four that earned their own weapons too. Granted he could of made all of them as Raid Band Commanders, but Mortis advise that the Minions should be in their places for now.

Although while Jerry was glad Mortis assist him, Jerry wondered on where he could find more Dark Crystals. But he knew the answer to that was the dungeons on his island. He couldn’t get more of the Dark Crystals yet, as he would need the new armor, which would take a while. What he did knew? Was that he would have Mortis, maybe Quaver made in to the final level, mostly since he would have ‘generals’ to assist him and he was sure those two can make the cut.

But he couldn’t go through with it yet, mostly as he didn’t had enough Crystals, or time as when the next day came as he was about to attempt to talk to his mares on what he assure to Albert, one of his Greens reported that they found something. So he had to leave in his armor and headed off to go on the new lead of what his Minion founded.

Thankfully what he did found was a pathway on the other side, apparently there was a means to travel in the landscape. Just...not the usual means. But Jerry was just glad he didn’t had to wander around in finding a town or city, all he had to do was sent his Greens out. Which reminded him, to get more Greens out in the field to do his task of gaining info, and maybe going to the Dungeon later on to gather more Greens.

He felt he should get more numbers just in case. Mostly in reviving minions and getting more to gather information for him.

In any case Jerry hurry off on the path, with hope on gaining a idea of how things operate in the lands of the Storm King. But on the bright side, he did manage to get his Minions to form small groups to spread out. Specifically the Greens, as he wanted them to get information for him, learn of how the Storm King operates his land, how his people were, and even more importantly? To gather information of any types for Jerry to learn. Mostly since he had no idea if what could be ‘meaningless’ could be of use to him sooner or later.

Especially if he cause enough trouble to the Storm King to the point that he could increase guards and security all over. But he was sure he’ll figure something out, or at least until he reach to the end of this road with his Green leading him.

It was a long and rigorous trip over harsh rocky grounds, but once a road was found and used? Jerry had less of an issue getting around. As for the first stretches of land found? There was very little in the way of plants and agriculture. In fact, more than once he had seen many mines and little village like places around mines. Each one heavily guarded, watched and even secured by at least one ship in the area.

Security was tight. It took a green to even sneak in and scope out the place, informing that a large amount of metals were being mind. Each location having different amounts of metals and rare items. Gems, Gold, Iron, Silver-- it was no wonder the Storm King had such a strong military, he had the raw materials to make a strong army.

Plans for raiding any caravans was tossed out the window, mostly upon discovery that they transported goods by way of small ships. Which, made sense. The roads were far from smooth and often were just a hassle to maneuver. So in short, if he wanted to raise a village mining place? He’d have to deal with a stone wall, guards all over the place, and at least one battle able ship in the air….

Ugh...there's no way I can raid it, much less sneak through. Or make a siege into the village, the security is tight enough that I’ll be swarmed all over… thought Jerry as he look over the town, mind in thought as he consider his options. He could easily get his Greens to sneak in, but the problem is how long till they were detected? Even more on trying to get in himself undetected.

He also was thinking of making a Main Gate, or at least one that was hidden away for him to make a foothold. He didn’t trust the fact of having one in the open. But he also consider of making a Waypoint Gate, as a Main Gate could be easily spotted by the airships. What to do, what to do… thought over Jerry, letting his mind think of this situation as a D&D session.

Which admitedly was working wonders for him, as it made planning so much better for him to think and consider. Granted he didn’t had all the information he liked, but it was better than winging it. He did consider on stealing a ship...but the problem was not only getting one without trouble, but getting a crew. Jerry thought on it and snap his fingers. Looking to one of his Greens, did he knew it was Odd.

Mostly due to the light ninja armor on the Minion as he ordered. “Odd, I want you to sneak in and try to find anything for me to sneak into, or at the very least, a hidden place for me to set up a Waypoint Gate.”

The Green, all covered in the ninja armor bow his head lowly to Jerry. “Yes, Overlord-sama!” turning as the Green Minion rush off, letting Jerry to sit on a rock as the Arcanium covered man sigh briefly. Part of him wonder if he should talk to Odd of embracing too much of those comics, but figure it didn’t hurt anyone. Beside, it did allow his Minions to do something else beside bashing, going into the Dungeons to fight, or just wander aimlessly around the Castle or in the Isle.

Although I should probably figure out if I should seek other Minions to not only bolster the ranks, but find certain Minions to be fit of the third levels...once I get enough crystals. Maybe I can make Giblet into lvl 3? Sure he’s my Minion Smith, but he’s also old enough to be consider a leader. Plus it’ll give him something to do since that whole ‘carry the Tower Heart’ thing.

Tapping his helmet, he spoke. “Anyone listening on the Tower Heart?” mostly wondering if anyone was on the other side, however he did heard a voice back.

“I’m here, Jerry.” He was a little surprised it was Spree, but the mare asked, “What’s up? Need a extra opinion on something?”

“I wouldn’t mind.” admit the man, as he went on. “But I did want someone to pass the word to Giblet that he’s going to be promoted to Raid Band Commander.” Shaking his head as he went on to tell. “But as for now? I got Odd to sneak around this place, and let me tell you Spree. This place? It makes the Caribou defenses look like child play.”

“I can see it from your helmet.” spoke out the mare, reminding him she could see what he could from his helmet. “And you’re right. Reminds me of some places in Equestria that needed to be really watched over. But the ship? A bit much.”

He then heard, “Dappy! Come here a moment. Jerry wants you to pass along a message to Giblet: you’re promoted to Raid Band Commander.” Then after a moment, Spree seemed to say, “well, message sent…. But ‘Raid Band Commander’? What’s that all about?”

“Apparently it’s something Quaver discovered within that room of mine, you know the one with the miniature castle that pops up from that stand? Well, I found out there are means to make a Minion stronger than most other's. Giving them certain rights to not only wear unique armor or equipment, but command other minions for me. But to a extent really.”

He heard Spree give a whistle to that and tell, “you should of told me, Jerry. If I knew about this, I’d be taking up whoever gets promoted and running them drills to be even better!”

“Well here's the problem. I need to thoroughly go over the Minions to even promote them, as for now I got 5 Squad Leaders, and four, well five Raid Band Commanders. The level goes higher though actually. The next level for the command structure is ‘Mess Commander’.” but soon told. “But, here’s the problem. I need to sacrifice my Dark Crystals in order to acquire this, and I’m not made out of the stuff.”

She seemed to think it over, while Jerry continued to sit on the rock in thought. “Well.” Began the mare, “that still doesn't change what I said. And if you want to have a group of able minions for leading? Let me handle that. I can go to Mortis, talk it over with him, and start drilling a group that would be good for promoting-- that way they’ll be twice as good!”

Thinking over it, Jerry knew it might actually be beneficial, as he nod his head. “I’ll allow it.” he then soon add in a joking tone. “But just make sure you don’t bleed them dry, Mortis may revive them, but who knows how long till he get annoyed of the revives if you accidentally kill them, Spree.”

“Fine, I’ll use the kiddy gear.” joked back the mare. “Ah, right, and Jerry?” Seeming to tell in a semi serious tone, “be careful. I’ve been talking to a few ponies I know in the Equestrian forces. The Storm King ain’t a guy to rumble with lightly. Watch your back.”

Sighing, Jerry agreed. “I will. I saw how heavily the defenses were with airships alone. This guy is a grade-A villain, Spree. He ain’t taking any chances for anyone to step a foot in his turf. I doubt I can even face his guards without heavy casualties.” Thinking along, he knew that he can’t take any chances, as with how he saw things? He had to take the stealth approach with this place. His usual means of hit and run might work...but to a extent.

He didn’t knew why though, but put it up with a gut feeling. He did however told. “Oh and Spree, ask Mortis to get the list of the Leaders and Commanders that are already in.” knowing that would help the mare know what to do with certain minions and their means to fight. Jerry however thought on something else, mostly on how long Odd would take, he knew the Green could sneak in, but who knows how long till the Minion would return.

Honestly, Jerry had to play it careful, as his usual means of getting around might not work. Sure he had his Greens try to make hidden Gates, but it would be a tight fit in terms of sneaking around, even more with the chance of the Gates being spotted by airships. Sighing, Jerry couldn’t help but snark. “I can’t help but feel the irony that a villain is trying to take down another villain.”

“Really?” Asked Spree in amusement, “you were kinda doing the same thing to the Caribous. And I was sure that ‘bad guys’ always picked fights with the other. That’s what happens in books and stories, right?” Though she sounded more joking than serous.

“Well technically you aren’t wrong.” said Jerry, recalling various of stories where ‘bad guys’ usually fight the other, or even the Overlord games themselves. “But unlike the Caribou, the Storm King is a different type of villain. With how he set up things around here? He almost remind me of a…” thinking a bit as he told. “A Dr. Doom type. He got airships all over the place, that I doubt he doesn’t have a eye on everything in his territory.” Knowing that takes a step further of a villain, but one that was calculated, cunning, and overall able to manipulate things to the degree of Dr. Doom could.

“Overlord-Sama.” Jerry nearly jumped and glanced to the side where his darkly clad ‘ninja minion’ was now kneeling. “I return with news.” Odd having somehow snuck close without even the slightest hints of being seen. And considering how he could often spot a green of his coming up-- or at least hear or smell them? It was… almost impressive of Odd.

I am considering of giving him a promotion if he keeps this up. thought Jerry as while it was a bit unnerving of the Green to just pop out of nowhere? He would have to give Odd credit he was doing his job as a ‘ninja’ extremely well. “Alright Odd, whatcha you got?” turning his attention to the Green as the minion spoke with a bow head.

“Overlord-Sama, there’s a place for you to sneak through, behind a bar there is a passageway that leads outside of the town.”

“Okay, okay, so we can use this as a means to sneak in through the bar, right?” Odd shook his head.

“No Overlord-sama, passageway entrance is hard to get into.”

“And why is that?” asked Jerry as the Minion told.

“It’s cover in pig shit, Overlord-Sama.” giving a look to the Minion, Jerry almost felt like giving it a blank look as he asked.

“But couldn’t we just go through the pig shit and enter through the passageway?”

Odd shook his head negatively to that. “No, better for Overlord-Sama to use Waypoint Gate to get into the town, than trudge through gross, disgusting, filthy,” then shudder in disgust. “abhorred amounts of pig stench!”

Staring at Odd, Jerry just ask in a confuse tone. “I’m sorry Odd, but I thought sneaking through shit is what I generally do? Like the time I sneak through under that city?”

Bowing his head, Odd told. “You are much too brave to take such horrid conditions, Overlord-Sama.”

Jerry roll his eyes as he said. “Just lead me to where it is, I’ll just make sure I won’t breath too deep into it.”

With the most subtle of nods, Odd got up and moved to lead. While Jerry himself almost wanted to rub his face at… the quirkiness this Green had gotten. He could hear Spree trying really hard not to laugh, but her snickering was slipping through.

Sighing, Jerry told. “Go ahead and laugh Spree, might as well get it out of your systems.” following the minion as he heard her barking in laughter. Utterly howling at the ridiculous of the situation. Jerry couldn’t blame her, a Green that despise going through shit and prefer to be clean as possible? Unheard of.

Granted he knew it was going to stink badly, but Odd was certainly a, well a odd one...He almost swore that could be made into a pun somehow. Shaking his head, he knew when he got through this whole thing, he would need the Minions to clean his boots as they would be cover in pig shit. Better make sure I’ll breath through my mouth. thought Jerry as while he would prefer to use a Waypoint Gate, he know that the best way to sneak, is without the use of magic. Beside, he can try to ensure his mask would dull the smell.

Shaking this off, Odd lead him to the cavern, and just by getting near it, he almost wanted to puke. “Oh, oh wow that's…” trying his best to not breath in as he told to Odd. “Go and...go and keep scouting around in the town. I’ll do my best to reach to the bar you mention.” the Minion bow his head and left, as Jerry couldn’t help but mutter as he stare into the abyss of pig stench in the air.

“The things I do for you ponies…”

This had to be one of the most grossest things he had done. Suddenly, Jerry… semi-understood why Odd was so reluctant on this path. It was utterly disgusting, and a heavy scrubbing sounded good. Maybe use some of that Bleach Albert traded to him. He felt his armor-- and everything, could maybe use it. His boots the most.

There was plenty of space though, and after getting through much of the much, he had found a few things. Like a cavern system that lead to a small trickling stream, another that was fairly spacy and open… a old abandoned and unstable mine from the many warning signs. Then lastly… one cavern tunnel that lead to what looked to be a hidden door.

Okay a hidden door, hrm...well, time to burst it open! thought Jerry as he headed towards the tunnel with the hidden door, trying to open it, but figure to hit it with his axe. It gotten attention rather quick, as when the hidden door was open, a minotaur stare down and questioned. “Who the Tartarus are you?” narrowing his eyes to the armored male.

Jerry himself look to the minotaur and told. “Someone who’s damned thirsty and want a stiff drink.” the Minotaur eyed at him before Jerry added. “And looking for mercs to work for me.” which brought the Minotaur to lowly grin as he move aside and told.

“Well, you’re in the right place. Welcome to the Stinking Hole.”

...oh wow. thought Jerry as he climbed up the stairs to the trapdoor, reaching to the top as the Minotaur snout scrunch of the smell of Jerry boots.

“Ugh, you really did walk through the shit field, did you?”

“Yeah well, not my first option, let me tell you that.” told Jerry as he asked. “Now where can I get a drink?” While the minotaur lead Jerry through, part of him partially wonder on the whole recruiting thing. Especially if they can take a airship as well.