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Victories Without Cripto
#8: Subway Showdown
Considering the bald eagle is the country's national animal, one wouldn't stop to think or understand why the nation's biggest celebrity (if you could call him a celebrity) is a lion, an animal that generally represents the empire from whom we won our independence: the British Empire. Yet Leo the Patriotic Lion, in the short time he's been our President so far, has made some excellent progress. I'm one of the group who preaches he deserves to win the 2024 election, and there's a chance he may do it without even campaigning. (Unlike almost all politicians of the day, he tells the truth.) Why do I say that? Because I live in Washington, D.C., and I have seen too much drama as it is. Yet the only reason I live there is because I serve as a transit and traffic cop.
I am Payton the Patriotic Eagle, although I also go by Pedro, because Leo the Tiger's friend Blue keeps proclaiming there should be a television series about me, and if it were to be dubbed for Spanish-speaking countries, I would be known as Pedro. So far, that hasn't happened. What has happened was the fact I had previously served in the U.S. Army, but not in the same unit as Super Slash (he and Membranophone Mouse are the other major G-52s that are still associated with the Army). When I'm not in uniform as a police officer, you can see me in uniform as a soldier; this is because while I'm no longer active military, I played the trombone in several military bands. Sometimes I join Leo the Tiger and that Blue kid when they have their music time, and I'll humor Blue by wearing my Army helmet, or a green military-esque shako, and we'll march together.
As a police officer, I have taken a lot of guff from those who hate me and my job, and I am easily disgusted when someone of the same occupation abuses it; there's been too many police shootings in the news lately, and as seems to be the case with everything, when it's humans that are doing this, they're getting replaced by Forsythians. Why Forsythians? I think it's just a coincidence, but the public doesn't seem to think so. This is the age of the anthro animal, and it's the humans who want their own kind out and us in.
The worlds of politics and show biz are suffering the same problem. If you are a human being who cannot or will not do your job, or you do it but won't do it without showing bias in political or personal views, you get replaced by Forsythians. Show biz is dying anyways; WBC continues to reign supreme as the nation's most-watched network, and reruns of shows like "The Andy Griffith Show" as a result are getting 10 times larger ratings than newer shows such as "The Conners" (which is a spin-off of "Roseanne" airing on ABC; the original show ran from 1988 to 1997, and had a brief revival from 2017 to 2018; it was cancelled in the wake of Roseanne Barr's unacceptable comments on Twitter). Part of this is the fact that all of WBC's original programs, all game shows, are also getting large ratings. (This is banking off the huge popularity that Cripto has attained; when a show he hosts is on the air, literally the entire nation tunes in because they want to see their hero.) This also shows that WBC does a mix of originals and reruns of classic TV, but does that tell you how huge Leo the Patriotic Lion's influence is?
Anyways, my duties as a cop when it comes to directing traffic alternate between the streets (especially when a huge parade like Leo's inauguration, or the parade celebrating the heroes that helped during the recent Colorado weather crisis, and supervising our subway system. More and more big cities had many subway systems as a result of Zachary Chandler's reign as dictator, and it helped to show there were actually more positives than negatives. When this happened, it created thousands of new jobs in the world of law enforcement. It certainly benefitted me. (I prefer to keep it secret, but I did help behind the scenes in fighting against Zachary, and I witnessed the duel between him and Chuong, which he lost, ultimately freeing our nation. Moon Moon has since been considered just as American as he is Vietnamese, his true nationality, and he is welcome to visit us anytime he wants, even more so now as an embassy guard protecting Luong the Hidden Lion. Luong serves as Vietnam's ambassador to the States.)
Today's case wasn't going to do me any help, however. Why not? It would only add to the temptations of brainwashing people into believing all cops are evil. I'll tell you why down below.
Though I am a police officer, I don't carry a gun or club; instead, I'll either let out typical eagle screeches, or I'll use the superpowers CNG gave me, which are my wing blast attack and my gust attack. Nobody knows how CNG got to me or what colors it was. Not even I know, because I didn't feel a thing. But I knew it had immortalized me, because I have not aged past the age of 35. This makes one of the few rare G-52s that is older than our President; he and his parallels all froze at 30. Our oldest of allies include Tom the Patriotic Tiger's famous father, SSG Benjamin Wilder of the Hellcats of West Point, who froze at age 45, and the original Samson Bros., two retired lion superheroes who froze at age 55; their five offspring serve as the Sons of the Samson Bros.
A wing blast can summon a tornado or other such type of wind, although it is not the type of tornado that destroys buildings and kills people. I wouldn't be a G-52 or a police officer if it did. Anyways, a gust attack allows me to adjust the strength of the winds before I let loose with a wing blast. These two things have often led people to joke that I'm always on duty even if I am technically off-duty, because I work a daytime shift. Yet I have been known to thwart the plans of bank robbers or potential Presidental assassins at night, and one embarrassing moment came when I was to discovered to have been sleepwalking, and I was using my powers; upon awakening, I discovered I had thwarted the intentions of a murderer in my sleep by blowing him all the way to Riker's Prison. (He was plotting to kill his mother so he could inherit the family fortune faster; now, instead of being rich, he's in jail.)
At the time, our President was Barack Obama, and he declared that, "While you may have done this in your sleep, it is actions like this that still qualify for you to win the Presidential Medal of Freedom." He awarded to me two weeks later.
Today, Leo is our President, and occasionally I'll act as extra security, even playing my trombone as a distraction. On this occasion, however, I didn't have my trombone on me, even though I sometimes wonder if it would have helped if I did. I didn't need it, though.
"So what happened?" you ask. I do apologize because I do tend to ramble when I get chatty, but I'll cut to the chase now. I was on patrol underground in the subway system, chanting a simple "Hup, 2, 3, 4!" to myself. I do have a tendency to march. I didn't get far into the drum cadence I was imagining in my head when I suddenly heard gunshots. As it turns out, nobody got shot, so nothing was graphic. Yet there were two very vocal gunmen, demanding every woman in the subway bankrupt themselves and give them their money. One woman even asked, "Well, what would you do with it?"
"DON'T ASK QUESTIONS, {BLEEP}!" the robber snarled. (Cripto's powers bleep-censor bad language for us, but I swear more of these criminals are high school dropouts; there's no excuse for profanity, but there's more crooks I am dealing with who are using these words. Even if you're a smart person, shouting profanities just make you sound stupid, bereft of manners, and uneducated.)
"Hey!" someone shouted, trying to defend me. "He's a cop! Don't talk to him like that!"
"What? You think he's going to kill me?" said the second of the two robbers. "You know you can't trust the cops!"
"Nobody argue," I ordered. "Just get out of the subway!" Everybody complied and ran to one of the shelters to hide; these same shelters were built for bomb threats, incliment weather, and if Lennart the Viking Lion was to have another meltdown. (If he does have another embarrassing meltdown, he'll live the rest of his life in solitary confinement; the world will then be forced to pretend he died in absentia.) Then I managed to use my wings to knock the weapons out of the hands of the robbers before wrestling with them (because they chose to jump on me), and by the time we got out of the subway, my eagle screeches were too loud for them to handle. I then decided to flap my wings and start a wing blast, sending the robbers out from underneath the subway and right into the clutches of my fellow police officers. Instead of handcuffing them, however, they chose to thrust them into a recall pod (T2's brilliant invention) and send them to prison that way.
The press had trouble getting this on film because my wing blast was blowing them away, and it didn't help that I didn't even see them. There were no charges pressed on me, however, because it was an accident, and the media knew Leo hated them more than the rest of our Presidents put together. One guy tried to get dirt on me and start more anti-cop propaganda, but his boss fired him because he was, as the boss put it, "so darn stupid, he's too blind to see the eagle didn't have a gun. He's a superhero."
When the news reached Leo, his first reaction was, naturally, "You shall have the nation's gratitude for this! I know there's people who hate the police, and I'm just as angry as you over the times when police officers are guilty of absuing their powers and even murdering other people. But what doesn't help is how the media blows it out of proportion. That was one of the reasons the last time I lost my temper at them, I said, 'All you care about is making money and ensuring the left-wing liberals will always control the White House!' What's happened is the opposite, though."
"I didn't want them to create any scandals that didn't happen," I said. "That's why I blew the robbers away with my wings."
"Well, you also blew away the press, leading me to wonder how many people were accusing you of trying to get them fired. Only one got fired, but he wasn't blown away by your powers, so you should be forgiven."
When the media later interviewed me about the situation, they also confirmed that they forgave me, because, in their words, "it was an accident, after all. You were only trying to take down the robbers, and that's what you did. It was our fault for getting too close, even though we wish you had given us a word of warning."
"That's why I was sorry," I replied. "I worried there wasn't enough time to say something because they would take their guns out and start shooting at me. Plus, I didn't even know you were there."
"Which is why we forgive you and say it was our fault for getting too close."
My deed was the top story on the following night's editions of the nightly news on all networks (CBS, ABC, NBC, CNBC, etc.), and the networks actually worked together on the story, taking advice from WBC on how to report it so that I would be seen as a hero, not a villain. I, meanwhile, paraded with my trombone around the White House Lawn, with our beloved President beating stirring rhythms on his rope-tensioned snare drum, and his Vice-President (Tom the Patriotic Tiger) triumphantly tooting his fife. "After all," said Leo, "if you've got time to do your duties as the most powerful being in the world, you've got time for music." Most of the tunes were standard fife and drum tunes, such as "Yankee Doodle" and "The Girl I Left Behind Me," and in some cases, I just marched. At other times, I'd add to the music with my trombone.
Leo concluded our little parade with a drum roll, and Tom and I played the national anthem, vividly imagining our great flag, Old Glory, flying high in the sky. Then the three of us gave a big salute towards the imaginary flag. We then silently marched in step back inside the White House and prepared to call it a night. Appropriately, I ended my day by playing a trombone version of "Tattoo" before I went to bed, and no, it's not a song about tattoos, people. It's a nighttime military bugle call signaling for all lights to be turned off.
The good news for all of us is that there was no CNG involved in this case. These crooks were genuinely stupid people because they chose to behave that way. I don't understand it. Why is the world getting so dumb? Why do people live as if it is illegal to use common sense? Whatever happened to "if it ain't broke, don't fix it?" I'll never know the answers to some of these questions, but that's the reality we live in.
It's not going to stop me from doing my duty as a cop, but I guess what I've been trying to say this whole time is that not all cops are bad. That's just what the national news media wants you to think. If we do defund the police, then who is left to save us if not the G-52s and their allies? Nobody! Think about that as you go to sleep tonight, and promise me you will wake up grateful that the concept of police officers exist. Laws need to be obeyed, and people need to enforce those laws as well as obey them. That's my sermon for today.
The next day, the force let me have the day off so the other officers could help get the subway back up and running again.
There you have it. That's my victory without Cripto.
THE END
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Victories Without Cripto
#8: Subway Showdown
Considering the bald eagle is the country's national animal, one wouldn't stop to think or understand why the nation's biggest celebrity (if you could call him a celebrity) is a lion, an animal that generally represents the empire from whom we won our independence: the British Empire. Yet Leo the Patriotic Lion, in the short time he's been our President so far, has made some excellent progress. I'm one of the group who preaches he deserves to win the 2024 election, and there's a chance he may do it without even campaigning. (Unlike almost all politicians of the day, he tells the truth.) Why do I say that? Because I live in Washington, D.C., and I have seen too much drama as it is. Yet the only reason I live there is because I serve as a transit and traffic cop.
I am Payton the Patriotic Eagle, although I also go by Pedro, because Leo the Tiger's friend Blue keeps proclaiming there should be a television series about me, and if it were to be dubbed for Spanish-speaking countries, I would be known as Pedro. So far, that hasn't happened. What has happened was the fact I had previously served in the U.S. Army, but not in the same unit as Super Slash (he and Membranophone Mouse are the other major G-52s that are still associated with the Army). When I'm not in uniform as a police officer, you can see me in uniform as a soldier; this is because while I'm no longer active military, I played the trombone in several military bands. Sometimes I join Leo the Tiger and that Blue kid when they have their music time, and I'll humor Blue by wearing my Army helmet, or a green military-esque shako, and we'll march together.
As a police officer, I have taken a lot of guff from those who hate me and my job, and I am easily disgusted when someone of the same occupation abuses it; there's been too many police shootings in the news lately, and as seems to be the case with everything, when it's humans that are doing this, they're getting replaced by Forsythians. Why Forsythians? I think it's just a coincidence, but the public doesn't seem to think so. This is the age of the anthro animal, and it's the humans who want their own kind out and us in.
The worlds of politics and show biz are suffering the same problem. If you are a human being who cannot or will not do your job, or you do it but won't do it without showing bias in political or personal views, you get replaced by Forsythians. Show biz is dying anyways; WBC continues to reign supreme as the nation's most-watched network, and reruns of shows like "The Andy Griffith Show" as a result are getting 10 times larger ratings than newer shows such as "The Conners" (which is a spin-off of "Roseanne" airing on ABC; the original show ran from 1988 to 1997, and had a brief revival from 2017 to 2018; it was cancelled in the wake of Roseanne Barr's unacceptable comments on Twitter). Part of this is the fact that all of WBC's original programs, all game shows, are also getting large ratings. (This is banking off the huge popularity that Cripto has attained; when a show he hosts is on the air, literally the entire nation tunes in because they want to see their hero.) This also shows that WBC does a mix of originals and reruns of classic TV, but does that tell you how huge Leo the Patriotic Lion's influence is?
Anyways, my duties as a cop when it comes to directing traffic alternate between the streets (especially when a huge parade like Leo's inauguration, or the parade celebrating the heroes that helped during the recent Colorado weather crisis, and supervising our subway system. More and more big cities had many subway systems as a result of Zachary Chandler's reign as dictator, and it helped to show there were actually more positives than negatives. When this happened, it created thousands of new jobs in the world of law enforcement. It certainly benefitted me. (I prefer to keep it secret, but I did help behind the scenes in fighting against Zachary, and I witnessed the duel between him and Chuong, which he lost, ultimately freeing our nation. Moon Moon has since been considered just as American as he is Vietnamese, his true nationality, and he is welcome to visit us anytime he wants, even more so now as an embassy guard protecting Luong the Hidden Lion. Luong serves as Vietnam's ambassador to the States.)
Today's case wasn't going to do me any help, however. Why not? It would only add to the temptations of brainwashing people into believing all cops are evil. I'll tell you why down below.
Though I am a police officer, I don't carry a gun or club; instead, I'll either let out typical eagle screeches, or I'll use the superpowers CNG gave me, which are my wing blast attack and my gust attack. Nobody knows how CNG got to me or what colors it was. Not even I know, because I didn't feel a thing. But I knew it had immortalized me, because I have not aged past the age of 35. This makes one of the few rare G-52s that is older than our President; he and his parallels all froze at 30. Our oldest of allies include Tom the Patriotic Tiger's famous father, SSG Benjamin Wilder of the Hellcats of West Point, who froze at age 45, and the original Samson Bros., two retired lion superheroes who froze at age 55; their five offspring serve as the Sons of the Samson Bros.
A wing blast can summon a tornado or other such type of wind, although it is not the type of tornado that destroys buildings and kills people. I wouldn't be a G-52 or a police officer if it did. Anyways, a gust attack allows me to adjust the strength of the winds before I let loose with a wing blast. These two things have often led people to joke that I'm always on duty even if I am technically off-duty, because I work a daytime shift. Yet I have been known to thwart the plans of bank robbers or potential Presidental assassins at night, and one embarrassing moment came when I was to discovered to have been sleepwalking, and I was using my powers; upon awakening, I discovered I had thwarted the intentions of a murderer in my sleep by blowing him all the way to Riker's Prison. (He was plotting to kill his mother so he could inherit the family fortune faster; now, instead of being rich, he's in jail.)
At the time, our President was Barack Obama, and he declared that, "While you may have done this in your sleep, it is actions like this that still qualify for you to win the Presidential Medal of Freedom." He awarded to me two weeks later.
Today, Leo is our President, and occasionally I'll act as extra security, even playing my trombone as a distraction. On this occasion, however, I didn't have my trombone on me, even though I sometimes wonder if it would have helped if I did. I didn't need it, though.
"So what happened?" you ask. I do apologize because I do tend to ramble when I get chatty, but I'll cut to the chase now. I was on patrol underground in the subway system, chanting a simple "Hup, 2, 3, 4!" to myself. I do have a tendency to march. I didn't get far into the drum cadence I was imagining in my head when I suddenly heard gunshots. As it turns out, nobody got shot, so nothing was graphic. Yet there were two very vocal gunmen, demanding every woman in the subway bankrupt themselves and give them their money. One woman even asked, "Well, what would you do with it?"
"DON'T ASK QUESTIONS, {BLEEP}!" the robber snarled. (Cripto's powers bleep-censor bad language for us, but I swear more of these criminals are high school dropouts; there's no excuse for profanity, but there's more crooks I am dealing with who are using these words. Even if you're a smart person, shouting profanities just make you sound stupid, bereft of manners, and uneducated.)
"Hey!" someone shouted, trying to defend me. "He's a cop! Don't talk to him like that!"
"What? You think he's going to kill me?" said the second of the two robbers. "You know you can't trust the cops!"
"Nobody argue," I ordered. "Just get out of the subway!" Everybody complied and ran to one of the shelters to hide; these same shelters were built for bomb threats, incliment weather, and if Lennart the Viking Lion was to have another meltdown. (If he does have another embarrassing meltdown, he'll live the rest of his life in solitary confinement; the world will then be forced to pretend he died in absentia.) Then I managed to use my wings to knock the weapons out of the hands of the robbers before wrestling with them (because they chose to jump on me), and by the time we got out of the subway, my eagle screeches were too loud for them to handle. I then decided to flap my wings and start a wing blast, sending the robbers out from underneath the subway and right into the clutches of my fellow police officers. Instead of handcuffing them, however, they chose to thrust them into a recall pod (T2's brilliant invention) and send them to prison that way.
The press had trouble getting this on film because my wing blast was blowing them away, and it didn't help that I didn't even see them. There were no charges pressed on me, however, because it was an accident, and the media knew Leo hated them more than the rest of our Presidents put together. One guy tried to get dirt on me and start more anti-cop propaganda, but his boss fired him because he was, as the boss put it, "so darn stupid, he's too blind to see the eagle didn't have a gun. He's a superhero."
When the news reached Leo, his first reaction was, naturally, "You shall have the nation's gratitude for this! I know there's people who hate the police, and I'm just as angry as you over the times when police officers are guilty of absuing their powers and even murdering other people. But what doesn't help is how the media blows it out of proportion. That was one of the reasons the last time I lost my temper at them, I said, 'All you care about is making money and ensuring the left-wing liberals will always control the White House!' What's happened is the opposite, though."
"I didn't want them to create any scandals that didn't happen," I said. "That's why I blew the robbers away with my wings."
"Well, you also blew away the press, leading me to wonder how many people were accusing you of trying to get them fired. Only one got fired, but he wasn't blown away by your powers, so you should be forgiven."
When the media later interviewed me about the situation, they also confirmed that they forgave me, because, in their words, "it was an accident, after all. You were only trying to take down the robbers, and that's what you did. It was our fault for getting too close, even though we wish you had given us a word of warning."
"That's why I was sorry," I replied. "I worried there wasn't enough time to say something because they would take their guns out and start shooting at me. Plus, I didn't even know you were there."
"Which is why we forgive you and say it was our fault for getting too close."
My deed was the top story on the following night's editions of the nightly news on all networks (CBS, ABC, NBC, CNBC, etc.), and the networks actually worked together on the story, taking advice from WBC on how to report it so that I would be seen as a hero, not a villain. I, meanwhile, paraded with my trombone around the White House Lawn, with our beloved President beating stirring rhythms on his rope-tensioned snare drum, and his Vice-President (Tom the Patriotic Tiger) triumphantly tooting his fife. "After all," said Leo, "if you've got time to do your duties as the most powerful being in the world, you've got time for music." Most of the tunes were standard fife and drum tunes, such as "Yankee Doodle" and "The Girl I Left Behind Me," and in some cases, I just marched. At other times, I'd add to the music with my trombone.
Leo concluded our little parade with a drum roll, and Tom and I played the national anthem, vividly imagining our great flag, Old Glory, flying high in the sky. Then the three of us gave a big salute towards the imaginary flag. We then silently marched in step back inside the White House and prepared to call it a night. Appropriately, I ended my day by playing a trombone version of "Tattoo" before I went to bed, and no, it's not a song about tattoos, people. It's a nighttime military bugle call signaling for all lights to be turned off.
The good news for all of us is that there was no CNG involved in this case. These crooks were genuinely stupid people because they chose to behave that way. I don't understand it. Why is the world getting so dumb? Why do people live as if it is illegal to use common sense? Whatever happened to "if it ain't broke, don't fix it?" I'll never know the answers to some of these questions, but that's the reality we live in.
It's not going to stop me from doing my duty as a cop, but I guess what I've been trying to say this whole time is that not all cops are bad. That's just what the national news media wants you to think. If we do defund the police, then who is left to save us if not the G-52s and their allies? Nobody! Think about that as you go to sleep tonight, and promise me you will wake up grateful that the concept of police officers exist. Laws need to be obeyed, and people need to enforce those laws as well as obey them. That's my sermon for today.
The next day, the force let me have the day off so the other officers could help get the subway back up and running again.
There you have it. That's my victory without Cripto.
THE END
Victories Without Cripto (#8): Subway Showdown
This 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.
Payton the Patriotic Eagle, a bald eagle who serves as a police officer in our nation's capital, takes on a pair of robbers holding a subway full of passengers up at gunpoint.
G-52s © me and me alone; parallels of Leo joint-owned by me and Chuong.
Zachary Chandler and UN1024s © Chuong alone
Blue © BlueMario1016
Payton the Patriotic Eagle, a bald eagle who serves as a police officer in our nation's capital, takes on a pair of robbers holding a subway full of passengers up at gunpoint.
G-52s © me and me alone; parallels of Leo joint-owned by me and Chuong.
Zachary Chandler and UN1024s © Chuong alone
Blue © BlueMario1016
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Chuong: I never thought I'd be seen like an American since defeating Zachary that day. But as a noncitizen of America, I have less access of what I'm allowed to see there.
Zachary/Zihao: You brought us hope and demonstrated heroism when you defeated me. Even though you are not a citizen of America, you are still on the federal government's VIP list where you can visit many federal government buildings. Not many people have that privilege. Heck, you're not bound by visa restrictions in America so you're free to visit and do what you want in America as long as you want.
Zax: Meanwhile, I wonder if Payton saw those diapered protestors over what could've been Leo reinstating the capitan gains tax on stocks.
Mechayote: I'm sure he's seen worse as a member of the capital's police department. He's seen it all really. Still disturbingly gross though.
Zachary/Zihao: You brought us hope and demonstrated heroism when you defeated me. Even though you are not a citizen of America, you are still on the federal government's VIP list where you can visit many federal government buildings. Not many people have that privilege. Heck, you're not bound by visa restrictions in America so you're free to visit and do what you want in America as long as you want.
Zax: Meanwhile, I wonder if Payton saw those diapered protestors over what could've been Leo reinstating the capitan gains tax on stocks.
Mechayote: I'm sure he's seen worse as a member of the capital's police department. He's seen it all really. Still disturbingly gross though.
Payton: I did see that. I'm amazed I didn't get sick! But as you said, if you've seen one stupid thing, you've seen them all.
Leo: Still, hats off to you to apprehending those crooks.
Payton: Thank you, Mr. President.
*The two salute one another, and then Payton salutes Chuong and Zachary.*
Leo: Still, hats off to you to apprehending those crooks.
Payton: Thank you, Mr. President.
*The two salute one another, and then Payton salutes Chuong and Zachary.*
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