Heaven's Eternal End

Chapter 11: Hanz and Crew

"It was a wild party. Kanz drank a whole keg of beer without evening moving!"

-Franz Schoberg, Historical Order Co-Minister

and Registered Sociopath

-Eighteenth of Maximum Messis

"So you are telling me that this stuffed brother of your's drank a whole keg of beer?" Kaitlyn asked, taking the party hat off of Kanz.

     "Shh!" Franz yelled, hugging the stuffed figure of his former brother. "He doesn't like when you say he's stuffed."

     Kaitlyn walked away as Franz comforted the stuffed figure, whispering apologies and resentments towards everyone who insulted it.

     The ship shook. Alarms went off as the engines cut off for a moment, making the ship fall towards the ground.

     "Grab something, Kanz!" Franz yelled, clutching onto the stuffed brother as Kaitlyn grabbed something nailed to the ground.

     The ship stopped falling for a moment. Kaitlyn let go of the object and looked out of the broadside window. She noticed that the whole ship was encased in a giant white bubble.

     A BUBBLE?! she thought to herself.

     Hanz barreled in from the back, huffing and puffing before sprawling out on the floor, coughing up spittle and trying to speak to his twin.

     "Speak up!" Franz yelled, grabbing his brother's shoulders and shaking them madly.

     "The Asian kid... he's glowing like the bubble outside," Hanz muttered before passing out.

     "Kanz!" Franz yelled, grabbing a hand fan. "Help me fan your brother!"

     The stuffed brother stood still, booze in one hand and a hat on his head. He still sported the smile from the day he died.

     Daniel walked from the back, still glowing.

     "Danny..." Kaitlyn started, "what happened?"

     "I think the artifact he showed me gave me one of those powers Laiful spoke of..." he said, inspecting the backs of his hands.

     "No kidding," Kaitlyn said, eyeing the window. "The ship is floating in a large white bubble."

     "It looks like we have company, too," Daniel said, eyeing the window.

     Outside, dozens of Homotaurus and Relativity fighters closed in, ready to take out the dropship.

     The Homotaurus fighters were brown with green-windowed cockpits. Green gas came out from the back as they propelled themselves forward. They had wings coming out from the sides, with needle-like rods strutting from under. The actual cockpit was rounded, with three rods coming from out of the top, each one glowing a different color.

     The Relativity fighters were a shiny white, with golden bands wrapping themselves around the needle-nosed, blue-windowed cockpits. They had no wings, but instead had small discs coming from the back, which used dark matter to help them move around as freely as they could. They looked like little orbs flying in the sky.

     The fighters were barreling through the sky, priming up their cannons for their attack run. As more and more fighters appeared, they broke up into smaller squadrons of manageable units, as many, many more appeared. This was, at this point, absolutely necessary.

     "Franz!" Hanz yelled, eyes blasting open as he continued to lay on the floor. "Enemy fighters are a coming!"

     "Are they here for a party, brother?" Franz asked, running towards the front of the dropship. He ran back with something in his hands, opening up one of the side hatches and aiming the object at the fighters.

     "Ready for the latecomers?!" Hanz yelled, jumping from his spot on the floor and grabbing the other side of the object.

     "Ja, brother!" Franz yelled, aiming his sights.

     They each pulled a trigger.

     Large balls of colorful metallic shards exploded from the sides as the main piece shot something that looked like... beer. The metallic balls burst end like if confetti and flak had merged and made the perfect union.

     The fighters shot through the air, seemingly tearing apart the fabric of time as their respective weaponry ignited across the nighttime skies above the now apt "graveyard" of a planet.

     "What the fuck?!" Kaitlyn yelled, watching the twins launching colorful flak as if shooting off confetti poppers.

     "DO NOT INSULT THE SACRED KRAUT!" the twins yelled out loud, getting their teeth as they continued their unholy onslaught of both booze and ticker tape.

     Daniel moved back, looking around before eyeing his katana on his belt.

     "Kaitlyn!" he yelled, running towards the hatch of the window, "get close to a swarm of fighters!"

     "Don't fucking kill yourself, Danny!" she yelled, running towards the front of the ship, grabbing onto the throttle, and pulling it to the left.

     "Turn on the music, FRANZ!" Kanz yelled.

     "Ja!" Franz yelled, twisting a knob on the weapon, turning on some sort of dramatic music detailing the contemporary era of music from the SO many, many years ago.

     At that moment, Daniel's pupils disappeared as he extended his katana and jumped out of the dropship, landing on the windshield of one of the fighters. He started glowing as he raised his sword above his head, stabbing the pilot through the cockpit before jumping to another ship, from mid-air, and doing the exact same.

     An unholy rain of distraught fighters fell to the ground in an instant while the speakers of the dropship played the fanfares of dramatic matrimony.

     Daniel continued to jump from ship to ship before barely anymore were still flying, jumping back into the dropship and passing out, his glow fading away.

     "That was a great party," Franz said, putting the gun down.

     With the craziness of the day, Kaitlyn could had sworn the stuffed brother agreed in a similar German accent to his unfortunately-alive brethren.

     As Kaitlyn confused lay stood silent at the controls of the ship, Hanz grabbed the controls and shot the ship up into orbit.

     At that moment, the ship rocked, alarms blared, and everyone dropped towards the ground in a spiral of black smoke and screeching metal.