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Victories Without Cripto
#4: Hear Ye, Hear He
You've all heard about the adventures of the Marching Wonder, Leo the Tiger, particularly with his new friend Blue. I don't mind not getting any air time because I couldn't be prouder of him, and I couldn't ask for a better son than him. There's a reason he is the greatest Krieglandonian that ever lived, and not His Majesty, King Leo V. (King Leo considers him the greatest as well.) But yes, it's true that even I can contribute to the whole stash of victories without Cripto, and he needs the breaks, anyway. He can't do it all, so why does the world expect him to do all of it?
I'm Drake the Tiger, Leo's father. The creepiest aspect to my life is that I have something in common with Bendraqi: we both died and came back to life. The difference is that Bendraqi came back from the underworld's actions, whereas the heavenly works of Queen Junira brought me back from the dead. Bendraqi took his own life by accident, whereas I died in battle. What was I doing when I died? I was a military drum corps tiger beating signals to my fellow soldiers. After all, even the drummers gave their lives for a country's cause, so I don't want to see Americans leaving them out when speaking of the nation's history. The battle I died in was a battle against Golbarkan pirates, and I had to ultimately take charge when one of our top generals died, so he never got to witness the victory, sadly. When I died, I knew victory was at hand, because the last thing I saw was a detonation of what I thought was a nuclear bomb, which sent the pirates to their own deaths. (Note I had also served as a palace guard drummer for both Leo V and his father, Leo IV, so that also helped.)
Queen Junira chooses 10 dead beings to resurrect every 10 years, and on this occasion, she had selected me after determining I was worthy of it. It took a while, but eventually I was back to normal, and C.K./King Leo wasted no time in awarding me Kriegland's equivalent of the U.S. Medal of Honor, which is a mouthful to say: Stupendously Superiorly Shiny Medal of Superiority and Bravery, or SSSMSB for short. (My son has won it; Cripto has won it, Leo the Patriotic Lion has won it, Super C has won it, and many others have won it over the years. Even the legendary cowboy lynx of Texas, "Callahan Cody" Belachman, has won this prestigious award.) I'm also happy to say that like my son, I was knighted as a Sir by His Majesty, Leo V, but the difference is that in a different regard, Junira also hailed him as a Sir, and I haven't had that happen yet. If Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II, makes the decision to knight my son a Sir, it would really make his resume impressive, no doubt.
What was my victory without Cripto, then? Well, it has a summary of two words: town crier. Though we have multiple ways to spread the word, Wildcat City is the parade capital of the world. Often when we have a parade, I march with my own rope snare drum and beat it while a tiger next to me shouts announcements, so in the case of Leo the Patriotic Lion winning all those awards, he would say, "Hear ye, hear ye! Hail to the lion of virtue who nearly died for the world!" Today, however, he was shouting, "Hear ye, hear ye! Take safety precautions, for the hated villain is back!" I wasn't drumming, though; I was instead locking up the museum of which I am curator, the Krieglandonian Museum of History, so that it would be safe from the new version of old nutso fatso.
Though it was Junira's acts that brought me back to life and made me immmortalized as an Eternal, it was the fact black CNG had an effect on me that boosted my abilities. When Bendraqi's robots terrorizing the city led those to sound the alarms and get people to hiding, people did ask, "Where are the G-52s? Where is Cripto?" Cripto was in Eterna resting on orders from Super C and Junira. Super C was being held prisoner. So I decided to take action, and fate was kind to me, because black CNG fell out of the control central robot that Bendraqi was driving, and it enhanced me. I have a black belt in karate anyway, but here it really got out of control, because I was doing kicks, punches, and other moves. The things I was doing apparently impressed Leo's Cambodian parallel, Leng, so much that he thought about teaching me how to do the deadly martial art of bokator, of which he is the absolute master. (Yes, I was wearing karate clothing, and yes, I actually am a Taiko Tiger. So I dressed appropriately before I took to the fight.)
It took a high jump and a kick in the center of the robot to bring it to its fall, and fortunately, it didn't take any innocent lives or buildings. It did do damage to the street, but there was already damage, so Tim Jabowitz, the deputy mayor serving in Leo Clarkson's absence (because Clarkson is on Richard Jones's cabinet), had to figure out how much to raise tax rates by to pay for the repairs (after calculating in the cash that Cripto sent to the city, because Cripto had sent millions of dollars to the city in advance). It turns out it was literally a 0.001% increase, so prices didn't really change when you round up or down. And yet, when I delivered the final blow, Super C was able to escape and take Bendraqi prisoner so he could be arrested, which led the media to at first assume it was him, not me. I don't want the publicity, anyway; I'd rather be an unknown. As a result, I did run and hide.
The media ended up reporting that Bendraqi had simply ran out of power and self-destructed, but because he had gotten smarter, the overall raid lasted four times as long as it would have been when he was still stupid and obese. But this didn't bother me, because, as I said, I didn't want the spotlight and limelight. I'd rather do my victories in secret. As a result, only Super C knew what was happening at the time.
"That was you?" he exclaimed after one of T2's inventions cleared out all the robots.
"That was me," I said. "Yes, sir."
"I'm impressed!"
"But note I don't want the press. I'd rather stay out of the public eye."
"That you don't have to worry about; the media thinks Bendraqi just self-destructed, and thus, karma is going to strike back."
"That's good."
The next day, I went back to my drumming duties as the tiger town crier (and he was using a megaphone, by the way) proclaimed, "Hear ye, hear ye! Good has triumph as the karma bites back! Bendraqi will never be the same, but he will never be victorious!" This time I had my son and his three bands backing us up. It was a lovely day for a parade, and what better reason to have one than for the purposes of proclaiming victory against Bendraqi? To keep traffic flowing freely, however, we kept the route short, and we spent most of the time performing at Marching Greens. In no time at all, delivery trucks were able to get to their destinations on time. The truckers just had to tell their bosses that it's Wildcat City, so a parade was happening. Naturally, we went to the G-52 Diner for lunch, and I bonded closer to my son than ever before.
That's my victory without Cripto.
THE END
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Victories Without Cripto
#4: Hear Ye, Hear He
You've all heard about the adventures of the Marching Wonder, Leo the Tiger, particularly with his new friend Blue. I don't mind not getting any air time because I couldn't be prouder of him, and I couldn't ask for a better son than him. There's a reason he is the greatest Krieglandonian that ever lived, and not His Majesty, King Leo V. (King Leo considers him the greatest as well.) But yes, it's true that even I can contribute to the whole stash of victories without Cripto, and he needs the breaks, anyway. He can't do it all, so why does the world expect him to do all of it?
I'm Drake the Tiger, Leo's father. The creepiest aspect to my life is that I have something in common with Bendraqi: we both died and came back to life. The difference is that Bendraqi came back from the underworld's actions, whereas the heavenly works of Queen Junira brought me back from the dead. Bendraqi took his own life by accident, whereas I died in battle. What was I doing when I died? I was a military drum corps tiger beating signals to my fellow soldiers. After all, even the drummers gave their lives for a country's cause, so I don't want to see Americans leaving them out when speaking of the nation's history. The battle I died in was a battle against Golbarkan pirates, and I had to ultimately take charge when one of our top generals died, so he never got to witness the victory, sadly. When I died, I knew victory was at hand, because the last thing I saw was a detonation of what I thought was a nuclear bomb, which sent the pirates to their own deaths. (Note I had also served as a palace guard drummer for both Leo V and his father, Leo IV, so that also helped.)
Queen Junira chooses 10 dead beings to resurrect every 10 years, and on this occasion, she had selected me after determining I was worthy of it. It took a while, but eventually I was back to normal, and C.K./King Leo wasted no time in awarding me Kriegland's equivalent of the U.S. Medal of Honor, which is a mouthful to say: Stupendously Superiorly Shiny Medal of Superiority and Bravery, or SSSMSB for short. (My son has won it; Cripto has won it, Leo the Patriotic Lion has won it, Super C has won it, and many others have won it over the years. Even the legendary cowboy lynx of Texas, "Callahan Cody" Belachman, has won this prestigious award.) I'm also happy to say that like my son, I was knighted as a Sir by His Majesty, Leo V, but the difference is that in a different regard, Junira also hailed him as a Sir, and I haven't had that happen yet. If Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II, makes the decision to knight my son a Sir, it would really make his resume impressive, no doubt.
What was my victory without Cripto, then? Well, it has a summary of two words: town crier. Though we have multiple ways to spread the word, Wildcat City is the parade capital of the world. Often when we have a parade, I march with my own rope snare drum and beat it while a tiger next to me shouts announcements, so in the case of Leo the Patriotic Lion winning all those awards, he would say, "Hear ye, hear ye! Hail to the lion of virtue who nearly died for the world!" Today, however, he was shouting, "Hear ye, hear ye! Take safety precautions, for the hated villain is back!" I wasn't drumming, though; I was instead locking up the museum of which I am curator, the Krieglandonian Museum of History, so that it would be safe from the new version of old nutso fatso.
Though it was Junira's acts that brought me back to life and made me immmortalized as an Eternal, it was the fact black CNG had an effect on me that boosted my abilities. When Bendraqi's robots terrorizing the city led those to sound the alarms and get people to hiding, people did ask, "Where are the G-52s? Where is Cripto?" Cripto was in Eterna resting on orders from Super C and Junira. Super C was being held prisoner. So I decided to take action, and fate was kind to me, because black CNG fell out of the control central robot that Bendraqi was driving, and it enhanced me. I have a black belt in karate anyway, but here it really got out of control, because I was doing kicks, punches, and other moves. The things I was doing apparently impressed Leo's Cambodian parallel, Leng, so much that he thought about teaching me how to do the deadly martial art of bokator, of which he is the absolute master. (Yes, I was wearing karate clothing, and yes, I actually am a Taiko Tiger. So I dressed appropriately before I took to the fight.)
It took a high jump and a kick in the center of the robot to bring it to its fall, and fortunately, it didn't take any innocent lives or buildings. It did do damage to the street, but there was already damage, so Tim Jabowitz, the deputy mayor serving in Leo Clarkson's absence (because Clarkson is on Richard Jones's cabinet), had to figure out how much to raise tax rates by to pay for the repairs (after calculating in the cash that Cripto sent to the city, because Cripto had sent millions of dollars to the city in advance). It turns out it was literally a 0.001% increase, so prices didn't really change when you round up or down. And yet, when I delivered the final blow, Super C was able to escape and take Bendraqi prisoner so he could be arrested, which led the media to at first assume it was him, not me. I don't want the publicity, anyway; I'd rather be an unknown. As a result, I did run and hide.
The media ended up reporting that Bendraqi had simply ran out of power and self-destructed, but because he had gotten smarter, the overall raid lasted four times as long as it would have been when he was still stupid and obese. But this didn't bother me, because, as I said, I didn't want the spotlight and limelight. I'd rather do my victories in secret. As a result, only Super C knew what was happening at the time.
"That was you?" he exclaimed after one of T2's inventions cleared out all the robots.
"That was me," I said. "Yes, sir."
"I'm impressed!"
"But note I don't want the press. I'd rather stay out of the public eye."
"That you don't have to worry about; the media thinks Bendraqi just self-destructed, and thus, karma is going to strike back."
"That's good."
The next day, I went back to my drumming duties as the tiger town crier (and he was using a megaphone, by the way) proclaimed, "Hear ye, hear ye! Good has triumph as the karma bites back! Bendraqi will never be the same, but he will never be victorious!" This time I had my son and his three bands backing us up. It was a lovely day for a parade, and what better reason to have one than for the purposes of proclaiming victory against Bendraqi? To keep traffic flowing freely, however, we kept the route short, and we spent most of the time performing at Marching Greens. In no time at all, delivery trucks were able to get to their destinations on time. The truckers just had to tell their bosses that it's Wildcat City, so a parade was happening. Naturally, we went to the G-52 Diner for lunch, and I bonded closer to my son than ever before.
That's my victory without Cripto.
THE END
Victories Without Cripto (#4): Hear Ye, Hear Ye
This new series will showcase either solo or team battles the G-52s have embarked, without the help of their secret and way too powerful weapon, Cripto. This is in response to the haters all stating Cripto is too powerful, and should have ended all the terrorism, once and for all, a long time ago. But he didn't, because evil cannot be so easily overcome, and because it would upset the balance of order in this world.
Leo the Tiger's not-so-famous father, Drake the Tiger, has center stage here.
Blue © BlueMario1016
Richard Jones © Chuong
Eternals, Junira, and Zanta © 16weeks
Leo the Tiger's not-so-famous father, Drake the Tiger, has center stage here.
Blue © BlueMario1016
Richard Jones © Chuong
Eternals, Junira, and Zanta © 16weeks
Category Story / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
Size 104 x 107px
Listed in Folders
Solo or Team battles, huh? This I must see for future stories!
Chuong: Bendraqi has been defeated again! Not even robots are safe from martial arts; not even bokator!
Mr. Letterman: Stunning... I'm more concerned about that Krieglandonian museum; that's a hard target and it must be defended in the name of truth.
Espen: Hit T2 and us Dissidents up if Bendraqi strikes again! It's tech vs tech!
Mr. Letterman: Stunning... I'm more concerned about that Krieglandonian museum; that's a hard target and it must be defended in the name of truth.
Espen: Hit T2 and us Dissidents up if Bendraqi strikes again! It's tech vs tech!
Drake the Tiger: I'm the museum's curator; if you want to defend it, I'm more than happy to help you do so.
T2: Do you all have the G-52 app? If not, I highly recommend you get it; it's the easiest way to contact me.
T2: Do you all have the G-52 app? If not, I highly recommend you get it; it's the easiest way to contact me.
Espen: We haven't made a formal alliance yet.
Chuong: Get the app anyways; your lives need them.
Espen: Fine. No funny tricks on us.
Chuong: None at all. You'll know our important allies more; one of them is from a dimensional world. They have to clear you guys first before they let you in to see the prince.
Chuong: Get the app anyways; your lives need them.
Espen: Fine. No funny tricks on us.
Chuong: None at all. You'll know our important allies more; one of them is from a dimensional world. They have to clear you guys first before they let you in to see the prince.
T2: There's no formal alliance necessary, and no contract, either. You get it, and you can directly contact me as you would on Skype. That way, if you think a hacking job needs my help, I'm on it.
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