Evolution from the ashes of extinction

New Independence

A week after thanksgiving everything was slowing down and everyone was finishing up their projects to get ready for the Christmas season. A call came through to the fort but it was from the Caribbean this time, Barbados in fact.

Pure: This is Pure of the Destiny Fort.

Prime Minister: This is the Barbadian Prime minister speaking, as you know it is Independence Day here in Barbados.

Pure: Of course.

Prime Minster: So we would be honored if you could grace us with your presence here.

Pure: It would be an honor.

Prime Minister: See you soon.

Pure hangs up.

Pure: Guys, I got to head home.

Alisha: Home to where?

Pure: Barbados, my rightful birthplace.

Carolina: What's up?

Pure: They want me there for their independence day.

Carolina: I'm out of that, if someone recognizes me I got a whole lot of explaining to do.

Pure: Fair enough, anyone want to come?

Seth: I'll go; I want to see where you grew up.

Pure: Not much left since they burnt it down.

Randal: I'm coming to, need to stretch my legs.

Vincent: Me too.

Pure: You coming, Chun?

Chun nods his head.

Pure: Alisha?

Alisha: I'm cleaning up the last of the terrorists for the year so I'm out.

Pure: Ok, let's go guys.

Pure, Seth and Vincent left with their wings while Randal got on Chun and left with Chun flying. (Randal chose not to have wings) Once they got close to Barbados they requested permission to land, they were granted and they landed with people cheering for them and waving the Barbadian flag. The ministers and the Prime minister were waiting on the tarmac for him.

Prime Minister: Welcome back home, Pure.

Pure: Good to be back.

Prime Minister: You look different.

Pure: Had a couple of upgrades.

Minister: Who are those behind you?

Pure: These are Randal, Seth, Vincent and Chun. These are the people that are fused with me.

Minister: But that doesn't make any sense sine they are standing right here.

Pure: I'll explain later.

Prime Minister: Indeed, because we have an independence to celebrate. Since you have restored our former reputation we have more tourists than we can hold. Even with the new hotels.

Pure: The sugar cane crops?

Prime Minister: With the new plans your friend Sandra sent we can produce more than triple our quota now.

Pure: Good, I would hate to see my home back in turmoil again.

Prime Minister: Indeed.

Pure: Mind if I show these guys something for a little while?

Prime Minister: Go ahead, but we will need you back in an hour.

Pure: This won't take long, come on guys.