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Day 24 - 1130 Hours / 11:30 AM – Fort Hope (Sanctuary Hills) - Personal House
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Rewards: +741 'Summoned Soldiers' Numbers have been increased!
Level Up! +241 — Specialized 'World Mission' Unlocked! – Sub-Ability Unlocked! Specialized Sub-Ability: That allowed him to fully control the vehicle from within— and outside of it as well.
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Jake's Updated HUD:
'Summoned Soldiers: 327/2,654'
'Summoned Combat Nikkes: 1/200'
'Summoned Vehicles: 57/255'
'Summoned Combat Robots: 33/110'
'Summoned Civilian Nikkes: 80/145'
'Vehicles Made: 27/¿Infinity?'
'Power Armor Made: 15/¿Infinity?'
'Exo-Skeleton Armor Made: 8/¿Infinity?'
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The first action Jake took was to radio Miller & inquire about his well-being. After receiving Miller's affirmative response, Jake instructed him to undergo a thorough check-up at the Military Medical Building to ensure his health and safety.
The blue light of the holographic interface cast long, Flickering shadows against the walls of Jake's personal quarters in Fort Hope. After ensuring Miller was in good hands at the medical wing, Jake sank into his chair, his eyes fixed on the World Mission Tab.
The HUD shimmered, Presenting two primary gateways to worlds beyond the Commonwealth. On the left, The recruitment mission for 2B. The data stream attached to it was a chaotic mess of "Machine Lifeforms" & "Goliath-Class" threats. Jake hovered his hand over it for a moment, then pulled back.
"Not yet…" He muttered to himself, His voice raspy. "That's a death trap for someone at my current level. I'd need a full division of Power Armor just to breathe in that atmosphere."
He turned his attention to the right: World Mission MLP.
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Time: 1200 Hours / 12:00 PM
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A surge of nostalgia hit him. My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic – Gen 4 'Remade'. It was his favorite show back in the old world—a bit of a guilty pleasure for a guy with a military mind, But the lore had always been surprisingly deep. However, This wasn't a cartoon anymore…
"Neo." Jake called out. "I need to Batman this shit. Give me the deep-dive intelligence report on the political climate of this Equus."
Neo's avatar flickered into existence on his desk, Her heterochromatic eyes scanning the data streams. "Right away, Boss. Analyzing the geopolitical landscape of the year 1011. It's... not looking pretty."
Jake leaned in… The data revealed a brewing storm. On May 18, Year 1011, "Queen" Chrysalis, leading her Changeling Lands & her Puppet Nation of Olenia, was scheduled to declare total war on Equestria & the Crystal Empire. Her objective? Total Control of Equus.
"Look at these numbers, Neo…" Jake pointed to the screen, His mind already calculating the logistics.
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Changeling Armed Forces:
83 Divisions
1,075,000 Ground Forces
4,335 Tanks
3,820 Artillery
2,150 Aircraft
Naval Fleet: 126
2 Carriers
6 Battleships
28 Cruisers
45 Destroyers
45 Submarines
United Pony Lands Forces (ULAF):
47 Divisions
707,000 Ground Forces
2,115 Tanks
2,506 Artillery
1,241 Aircraft
Naval Fleet: 165
6 Carriers
16 Battleships
41 Cruisers
91 Destroyers
11 Submarines
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"They're outnumbered nearly two-to-one in manpower and armor." Jake noted, His brow furrowing. "And the tech level is stuck in the late 1930s—early WWII. My Panther Gs & Tiger II (H) Sla.16s wouldn't just be an advantage; They'd be a nightmare for them. Their anti-tank rifles wouldn't even scratch the paint on a Panther's glacis plate."
He looked at his inventory. Eight of his heavy hitters were disabled from deployment: The Panther variants (G, GM, F, FM) And the heavy-duty Tiger IIs, including the Super Tiger II (M) Sla.16 with its enhanced diesel engine.
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Time: 1500 Hours / 3:00 PM
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The soft hum of the holographic projectors shifted in frequency as Jake adjusted the simulation parameters. The room temperature seemed to drop as the "World Simulation" prepared to render a digital Equus, a world he was now studying with surgical precision.
"Boss, you're really going in for a marathon, aren't you?" Neo chirped, her mismatched eyes reflecting the scrolling lines of code. She twirled a digital umbrella idly. "Four runs in two and a half hours? That's going to be a lot of virtual lead flying around."
Jake didn't look up. His fingers danced across the console, setting the clock. "If I'm going to drop into a world on the brink of a world war, I need to know how the MCDF handles different force distributions. We aren't just fighting for survival anymore, Neo. We're fighting for a continent."
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The World Simulation Log — Time: 1210 - 1436 Hours / 12:10 PM to 2:36 PM
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Scenario One: The Iron Fist (1210 - 1245 Hours)
Force Composition: 20 Divisions (200,000 Ground Forces), 5,164 Tanks, 1,000 Planes, 0 Artillery.
Tactical Summary: Jake focused on a pure Blitzkrieg strategy. Without artillery to soften targets, He relied on the M1A2 SEPv3 Abrams & Leopard 2A7V units to punch holes through the Changeling front lines. The 1,000 planes, A mix of F-15E Strike Eagles and A-10M Thunderbolts, provided "Flying Artillery" via Close Air Support (CAS). The simulation ended with a decisive breakthrough at the Olenia border.
Outcome: Overwhelming Victory.
Scenario Two: The Grand Army (1248 - 1320 Hours)
Force Composition: 80 Divisions (1,200,000 Ground Forces), 2,372 Tanks, 3,724 Planes, 0 Artillery.
Tactical Summary: A massive scale-up. Jake tested the logistics of managing over a million men. The lack of tanks was compensated by absolute Air Superiority. The sky was thick with F-22M Raptors & F-35 Lightning IIs, Creating a "No-Fly Zone" over Equus. The ground forces, primarily Mechanized Infantry in M3A3 Bradleys, Swept through the hives with relentless efficiency.
Outcome: Total Continental Control.
Scenario Three: Total War (1325 - 1410 Hours)
Force Composition: 140 Divisions (2,100,265 Ground Forces), 5,164 Tanks, 2,632 Planes, 0 Artillery.
Tactical Summary: The "Endgame" scenario. Jake deployed the full weight of the MCDF. The Field Army structure was put to the test. He utilized MTF Nu-1 (Hammer Down) for urban pacification while the T26E3-2M Ultra Pershings spearheaded the desert campaigns. The sheer manpower allowed for a multi-front assault that the Changeling "Hive-Mind" logistics couldn't track.
Outcome: Absolute Dominance.
Scenario Four: The Rearguard (1415 - 1436 Hours)
Force Composition: 9 Divisions (127,522 Ground Forces), 732 Tanks, 248 Planes, 0 Artillery.
Tactical Summary: A "What-If" scenario where resources were depleted. Jake focused on Asymmetrical Warfare. He utilized MTF Epsilon-1 (Nine-Tail Fox) for high-stakes infiltration & Night Stalkers for surgical strikes using MH-60 Black Hawks. It was a grueling test of micro-management and unit veterancy over raw numbers.
Outcome: Strategic Victory (High Casualties).
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Time: 1436 Hours / 2:36 PM - Simulation Exit
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Jake pulled the neural interface goggles from his head, Gasping as the real-world air hit his lungs. He was drenched in sweat, His heart hammering against his ribs. Beside him, Twilight Sparkle—in her sleek, advanced Nikke body—was already waiting with a nutrient-rich drink and a digital tablet.
"Your vitals spiked during the third scenario, Jake." Twilight said, Her violet eyes showing a mix of professional concern & the innate loyalty of her programming. "Managing 2.1 million lives, even in a simulation, is a heavy burden for a human mind. You need to pace yourself."
Jake took the drink, Nodding. "I had to see it, Twi. I had to know if the System could handle the scale. Look at the rewards."
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The HUD flared to life, Gold text scrolling across his vision:
'World Simulation' One Reward: +1000 'Summoned Soldiers'
'World Simulation' Two Reward: +1000 'Summoned Soldiers'
'World Simulation' Three Reward: +750 'Summoned Soldiers'
'World Simulation' Four Reward: +500 'Summoned Soldiers'
Bonus 'World Simulation' Reward: +555 'Summoned Soldiers'
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"Nearly four thousand new boots on the ground." Neo whistled, Her hologram form leaning over Jake's shoulder. "The Commonwealth is starting to look less like a settlement & more like a superpower."
"I wouldn't say that…" He thought before saying. "The New California Republic (NCR) probably have a population of 500,000 or 370,000… Maybe more but their population is higher then us." Jake said to Neo.
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Jake's Updated HUD:
'Summoned Soldiers: 327/6,459'
'Summoned Combat Nikkes: 1/200'
'Summoned Vehicles: 57/255'
'Summoned Combat Robots: 33/110'
'Summoned Civilian Nikkes: 80/145'
'Vehicles Made: 27/¿Infinity?'
'Power Armor Made: 15/¿Infinity?'
'Exo-Skeleton Armor Made: 8/¿Infinity?'
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Jake stood up, His joints popping. The data from the simulation was still fresh in his mind. "Twi, And her sisters should know of this World Mission…" Jake said to himself, As he tell Neo to tell his Six Sisters to Meeting Room in Headquarters.
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Day 24 - 1530 Hours / 3:30 AM – Fort Hope (Sanctuary Hills) - Headquarters, Meeting Room.
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The air in the high-tech briefing room of Fort Hope's Headquarters was hummed with the low thrum of servers and the soft glow of tactical displays. Jake walked in, His boots echoing against the polished floor, feeling the phantom weight of the millions of simulated lives he had just commanded.
Seated around the heavy, Dark-wood conference table were his "Sisters"—the women who had once been ponies in another life, now standing as elite human Nikkes.
Twilight Sparkle sat at the head, Her fingers already dancing across a datapad, while Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, and Fluttershy looked on with varying expressions of curiosity & concern.
"You all are probably wondering why I had Neo call you all… Well besides Twi, here using her datapad." Jake says teasing Twi, As Twilight then blushes & covers her face with the datapad well the other chuckles lightly.
Jake leaned against the edge of the table, His expression shifting from the lighthearted teasing of Twilight to a more somber, command-oriented gravity. He tapped a command into his wrist-mounted interface, And the center of the table erupted into a massive, rotating holographic globe of Equus.
"Alright, everyone, listen up…" Jake began, His voice steady. "What I'm about to show you stays within this room. As you know, The System provides me with 'World Missions'—gateways to other realities. I've spent the last several hours running simulations on a specific destination: Equus, Year 1011."
Rainbow Dash leaned forward, her eyes narrowing as she studied the map. "Equus? That's... that's home. Or at least, a version of it."
"A 'BS-Equestria at War'." Jake clarified. "The inhabitants are indeed ponies, Their tech is roughly mid-20th century—think World War II era—and right now, it's a powder keg. Queen Chrysalis is preparing to launch a full-scale invasion of Equestria and the Crystal Empire. If we don't intervene, the casualties will be in the millions."
Jake explained to his sisters that they seemed curious about his terminology. He described how he was calling this world 'BS-Equestria at War' because of its resemblance to the TV show My Little Pony, Especially when characters summon elements from his old world.
He mentioned a strategy video game, Hearts of Iron 2, which features various mods to alter gameplay, one of which is named Equestria at War. Over time, A documentary about Equestria at War was produced by Bounty Maps, further illustrating its visual similarity to his world.
Jake pulled up a side-by-side comparison table of the local forces versus the MCDF's projected deployment.
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Changeling Hegemony (CAF):
Manpower: 1,075,000
Primary Tank: Light/Medium (WWII Era)
Air Support: Propeller Fighters/Bombers
Tech Level: 1930s-1940s
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United Pony Lands (ULAF):
Manpower: 707,000
Primary Tank: Medium (WWII Era)
Air Support: Propeller Fighters/Bombers
Tech Level: 1930s-1940s
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MCDF Expeditionary Force (Projected):
Manpower: 15,000
Primary Tank: M1A2 SEPv3 / Leopard 2A7V
Air Support: F-35 / A-10M / AH-64
Tech Level: Modern/Post-Modern
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"Wait, Sugarcube?" Applejack said, scratching her chin. "You're sayin' we only send fifteen thousand against over a million? That sounds like a suicide run."
"Normally, Yes…" Jake replied, a faint, confident smirk playing on his lips. "But their anti-tank rounds will bounce off our Depleted Uranium armor like pebbles. One of our Abrams can engage targets from two miles out before they even know we're there. Our A-10Ms will treat their armored columns like a scrap yard. It's not a fair fight—it's an execution." Jake explained & continued to say.
"But as you can all see in my report when I went into the 'World Simulations' I used modern vehicles of war & as you all may or may not know when I went into the World Mission into the Marvel Universe I was given Restrictions, Debuffs, Or whatever term you want to use…" Jake said.
Jake tapped the holographic display, Causing the shimmering map of the Changeling Lands to turn a cautionary amber. He looked around the table, Meeting the eyes of the women he considered his family. They were focused, Their Nikke-enhanced senses taking in every scrap of data he presented.
"As you all know, When I want into the Marvel Universe & as you know when I went there I was restricted to only Ten Summoned Soldiers & Four? Summoned Vehicles." Jake explained them.
Rainbow Dash crossed her arms, A restless energy radiating from her. "So you're saying we may have to fight with one hand tied behind our backs? Jake, Those are our people down there. Well, Versions of them… We can't just let Chrysalis steamroll them."
The tension in the briefing room was thick enough to cut with a combat knife. Jake looked at the holographic display, The amber glow reflecting in his dark green eyes. He knew the weight of his next words. In the Marvel mission, the restrictions had been a handicap; Here, Against a million-strong horde of Changelings, they could be a death sentence if not managed with surgical precision.
"Precisely, Dash." Jake said, His voice dropping an octave as he keyed in a final sequence. "The System doesn't like 'I-Win' buttons. If I drop a full Armored Division into the heart of Vesalipolis, there's no 'Story' no 'Challenge.' It wants us to earn the recruitment rewards."
Twilight Sparkle leaned in, Her amethyst-streaked hair catching the light. "If the restrictions are similar to the Marvel excursion, We're looking at a force-multiplier problem. We'll have to rely on the quality of our assets—our Nikke capabilities and the advanced tech—to overcome the sheer quantity of the Changeling Hegemony."
Fluttershy, Usually the most soft-spoken, bit her lip while staring at the troop movements on the map. "A million soldiers... Jake, Even if they are 'Fictional' versions of people we knew, the suffering will be... it will be real, won't it? If we go, we have to make sure we don't just win, but that we protect those who can't protect themselves."
Rarity adjusted her collar, Her expression one of high-stakes concern. "And the logistics, darling! If we are limited in what we can bring, every bullet, every ration, and every spare part for those tanks of yours becomes worth its weight in gold. We can't afford a war of attrition."
Pinkie Pie, for once, wasn't bouncing. She was staring at the 'Simulation Log' Jake had left open. "Scenario Four showed high casualties with only 127,000 troops. If the System cuts us down to a hundred or less? That's not a war, Jake. That's a suicide squad."
"…I want you all to rest for now, I'll not be going for Two to Three Days…" Jake told his sisters.
The weight of the impending conflict hung heavy over Fort Hope. Jake's decision to delay the deployment for two to three days wasn't just about rest; It was about strategic calibration. He knew that while his modern armor could turn a Tiger II into a scrap heap, The "System" rarely allowed such a clean sweep. If the restrictions from the Marvel mission—limiting him to a handful of assets—applied to a continental war, he'd need more than just firepower; He'd need surgical precision and unconventional tactics.
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Day 24 - 1800 Hours / 6:00 PM – The "Gilded" Training Grounds
Location: Northern Perimeter of Fort Hope
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As the Mane 6 headed to the residential quarters to process the news of their "Home" being at war, Jake walked toward the training fields. He found Natasha Romanoff & Laura Kinney in the Commonwealth air. Natasha Romanoff was currently sparring with Laura Kinney (X-23), A blur of red-tinted auburn & jet-black hair.
The setting sun dipped below the jagged horizon of the Commonwealth, casting a long, amber glow over the "Gilded" Training Grounds. The air was thick with the scent of ozone & kicked-up dust as the rhythmic thud-crack of hand-to-hand combat echoed off the reinforced concrete walls.
Jake stood at the edge of the observation deck, His arms crossed. Below him, Natasha Romanoff & Laura Kinney were locked in a dance of lethal efficiency. It was a study in contrasts: Natasha was the scalpel—precise, calculated, and utilizing every inch of her peak human physiology to redirect momentum. Laura was the whirlwind—raw, relentless, and possessing a feral speed that even the Black Widow's serum-enhanced reflexes struggled to track.
"You're overextending the left hook, Laura." Natasha's voice was calm, Even as she slid under a kick that would have decapitated a normal man. She swept Laura's standing leg, But the girl flipped mid-air, landing silently like a cat.
"I'm faster than your sweep." Laura countered, Her green eyes fixed on Natasha with predatory focus. She didn't use her claws—this was a test of form—but her movements carried the weight of someone who knew exactly where the jugular was.
"Speed is a resource." Natasha replied, resetting her stance. "Don't spend it all in the opening act."
Jake leaned his elbows on the cold steel railing of the observation deck, His gaze lingering on the two women below. Despite the tactical gravity of the "Equestria at War" data swirling in his head, His biological instincts were currently waging a separate campaign.
Jake stood there for a moment, His throat feeling unusually dry. As Natasha walked toward the railing, The late-afternoon sun caught the sheen of perspiration on her porcelain skin, making her look like a living sculpture of marble & fire.
She wasn't wearing a tactical vest or even a basic sports bra—just a thin, Grey ribbed tank top that clung to her curves like a second skin. Every breath she took was visible, The fabric straining against her medium-large breasts, and without the support of a bra, the natural sway & weight of her chest were distractingly apparent.
Beside her, Laura remained a statue of lethal grace. Her own tank top, a dark obsidian black, offered no more modesty than Natasha's. Though her build was slighter—her small-medium breasts firm and high—the lack of undergarments left little to the imagination as her chest rose and fell with her steady, rhythmic breathing.
Jake felt a familiar, Frustrating heat rise to his cheeks. He was a commander, a soldier, and a man carrying the tactical burden of several worlds—but he was also twenty.
"I'm a guy... God... But why now?" Jake thought to himself, a heavy, internal sigh that was half-exhaustion & half-suppressed desire. He looked away for a split second, Trying to recapture his professional stoicism, but the image was already burned into his retina.
Natasha, Ever the master of situational awareness, didn't even need to look up to know she was being watched—or how she was being watched. She caught Jake's gaze and offered a knowing, Feline smirk before signaling for a break. Laura stood down instantly, Her chest heaving slightly, though her breathing remained remarkably steady given the intensity of their bout.
"You look like you're carrying the weight of a continent, Jake." Natasha said, Wiping a thin bead of sweat from her brow as she strolled toward the railing, her movements fluid & deliberate. "Or maybe just a very large horse-themed one?"
Jake let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, rubbing the back of his neck. "Is it that obvious?"
"You have your 'I'm calculating the trajectory of a million lives' face on..." Natasha replied, Leaning against the support pillar below him. "And given that you just spent three hours locked in a simulation chamber with Neo, I'm guessing the 'Horse-Themed' joke isn't too far off the mark."
Laura looked up, Her expression neutral but her eyes sharp. "Is there a threat?"
"A big one…" Jake admitted. He vaulted over the railing, Dropping the few feet to the training floor with a practiced thud. He looked at both of them, His expression hardening as he forced the distractions to the back of his mind. "I just ran the numbers on a new World Mission. It's a place called Equus. It's currently in its 1940s era, And it's about to explode into a world war. One side is a hive-mind of shapeshifters, and the other is... Well, It's a version of Twilight & the girls' home."
"Changelings…" Laura muttered, The word sounding like a curse.
"Exactly. But these aren't just pests. They have tanks, planes, and over a million soldiers under a single queen." Jake stepped closer, his voice lowering. "Because you two aren't... exactly from around here, I can be blunt. This mission might have restrictions. Like when I saved You two, The two Others, And The Scientists." He explained to them.
Natasha's green eyes danced with a predatory glint. She traded a silent, Knowing look with Laura—a wordless communication between two of the most dangerous women Jake had ever encountered. The air between them hummed with a different kind of energy now, One that wasn't just about the impending war on Equus, but the immediate, physical tension radiating from their commander.
"You're wound tighter than a clock spring, Jake." Natasha said, Her voice dropping into a purr as she unzipped her tactical boots & kicked them aside. "You've been staring at holographic maps and death counts for hours. Your mind is in 1011, But your body is stuck here in the Commonwealth. You need an outlet."
Laura didn't say a word. She simply reached up, Pulled her black hair into a tighter ponytail, and stepped onto the mat. She rolled her shoulders, The thin fabric of her dark tank top shifting over her athletic frame. Without the constraint of a bra, The movement was fluid & distractingly visible.
"Into the ring, Maxis~" Natasha commanded, Her smirk widening. "No rank, no systems, no 'Commander.' Just us. A three-way stress-relief session. If you can stay focused on the fight while contending with us... then maybe you're ready for Queen Chrysalis."
Jake didn't hesitate. He knew better than to decline a challenge from the Widow. He stripped off his outer tactical jacket, Leaving him in a standard-issue olive drab undershirt that clung to his 152-pound frame. He stepped onto the padded mat, Hiz Uncanny Instinct (C&SA–3) already screaming as the two women circled him like wolves.
The match started without a whistle. Laura moved first—a low, Sweeping kick designed to test his balance. Jake vaulted over it, but as he landed, Natasha was already there. She drove a palm strike toward his chest, Her movement causing the grey fabric of her tank top to shift precariously. Jake caught her wrist, The warmth of her skin a sharp contrast to the cool air of the gym.
"Focus, Jake~" Natasha whispered, Leaning in close enough for him to smell the faint scent of rain & sweat. "The enemy won't give you a moment to catch your breath just because they're... aesthetically pleasing."
He gritted his teeth, His Cybernetic Reflexes (CE–2) kicking in. He twisted away from Natasha's grip, Only to find Laura's knee driving toward his midsection. He took the hit, The impact absorbed by his JUGGER-NOG (BP-1) enhanced durability, and used the momentum to pull both women into a clinch.
It was a chaotic, high-intensity blur.
Every time Jake tried to throw a strike, He had to navigate the sheer proximity of them. The lack of attire wasn't just a visual distraction; It was a tactile one. The slide of sweat-slicked skin, the soft weight of Natasha's chest pressing against his arm as she executed a hip toss, the feral heat radiating from Laura as she locked him in a chokehold—it was a sensory overload designed to break his military composure.
Jake activated Combat Focus (CE–3). Time slowed. He saw the trajectory of Laura's elbow & the shift in Natasha's weight. He broke the hold, swept Laura's leg, and pinned Natasha against the mat in one fluid motion.
For a heartbeat, the room was silent, save for their heavy, synchronized breathing. Jake was pinned between them—Laura's legs locked around his waist from behind, and Natasha beneath him, her auburn hair fanned out across the blue padding, her chest heaving against his own.
"Not bad~" Laura grunted, Her breath hot against his ear. "You're faster than you look."
Natasha just smiled, Her eyes searching his. "The tension is still there, Jake... But it's different now. Shifting from the mind to the muscles."
Thirty minutes later, The three of them were in Jake's private quarters. The atmosphere was still thick, though the immediate adrenaline had cooled into a simmering, intimate energy. Natasha had thrown on a sheer silk robe over her sparring gear, While Laura remained in her damp tank top, seemingly indifferent to the cold.
Jake activated the primary holographic table. The map of Equus bloomed into life, Casting a sapphire glow over their faces.
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Strategic Review:
Changeling Hegemony:
Infantry Doctrine: Hive-Mind Swarm / Infiltration (Maybe?)
Armor Capability: Panzer III/IV Equivalents
Air Dominance: Propeller Stukas/Bf-109s
Key Weakness: Logistic Overextension
MCDF Expeditionary:
Infantry Doctrine: Combined Arms / Precision
Armor Capability: M1A2 SEPv3 (Overwhelming)
Air Dominance: F-35 / A-10M (Absolute)
Key Weakness: Manpower Restrictions (50/50 Chance)
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Natasha leaned over the table, Her robe falling open slightly as she studied the troop movements. She didn't seem to notice—or perhaps she did, testing if Jake's Mental Fortification (C&SA–4) was holding up after the shower.
"So… What are your hoping for? Maybe you'd have enough luck that it may happen?~" Nat said more to tease that as an actual question. "Also, I heard you can summon more troops. How much can you now?" She asked him.
"Well… If I do get Restrictioned, I hope that it's only because I can still access/summon tech & utilize WWII resources without any issues." Jake said, Before continuing to say. "As for Summoning Numbers… We already have 327 & besides the 327 we already have I can summon 6,459 more soldiers." Jake explained.
The holographic blue light of the map table danced across the room, illuminating the damp, post-sparring sheen on Natasha & Laura's skin. The air in Jake's private quarters was heavy with the scent of ozone, spent adrenaline, and the faint, floral musk of sweat.
Natasha let out a low, Appreciative whistle as she leaned over the display, her silk robe draped loosely over her shoulders, revealing the sharp, athletic lines of her collarbones and the deep, shadowed valley between her breasts.
"Six thousand, Four hundred & fifty-nine…" She repeated, Her voice a low purr that vibrated in the small room. "That's more than a brigade, Jake. In the old world, you'd be a warlord. Here... you're a small army. But against a million Changelings?" She looked up, Her green eyes piercing through the holographic glow. "You're a speed bump unless you use that tech to rewrite the rules of engagement."
Laura stood by the window, her silhouette dark against the Commonwealth moon. Her black tank top was plastered to her skin, the damp fabric outlining the firm, small-medium peaks of her chest with clinical clarity. She turned, her expression unreadable. "Numbers don't matter if they can't hit what they're aiming at. We're ghosts. We should hit the Hives before the first shot is even fired."
"Well, I told the girls. I wouldn't be going to Equus for Two to Three Days…" Jake told Natasha & Laura, As they both nodded at the idea.
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1 A/Comment: How did you like this Chapter? A little preview for a future 'World Mission'! This I have planned! And I hope you all loved it! Remember, The last (A/Comment) though ok? Cya Later!
2 A/Comment: One question… Spider, Or No Spider.