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>The War For The Milky Way Galaxy (Public information)
The war for the Milky Way Galaxy, or more simply the Minecraftian Civil war, was started over an internal schism in the Minecraftian Government. The rebels disagreed with the proclamations of our glorious leader, and such have declared war on our very way of life.

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Each of the wars participants claim they are the true Minecraftian Empire, as such they both operate under the same name. It is suspected that the original Minecraftian government will beat the rebels unless they can get serious help. The only likely candidate would be the Robloxians, but the Fortnite Alliance also has something to gain from a Rebel victory.
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Doc was somehow allowed to fly, under heavy surveillance by Mumbo. They talk faintly about the latest models and mechanisms of various items, idle chatter to fill the yawning void of reality; if Joe didn't join them, he'd have to die.

It didn't have to be said, it was part of their basic training. If an asset was compromised beyond return, the asset had to be eliminated.

The group pushed that from their minds, but the truth of the matter couldn't be erased.

"We're almost there," Doc called back. "We're all clear on the plan, yeah? But I want it to be snappy. We're being tracked no doubt, if this beauty gets scratched I swear to god-"

"It's not even your ship!" Someone called out.

"Silence from the peanut gallery!" Doc growled, "this ship is my baby if anyone dares to-"

"We get the point, Doc." Cleo stated, bluntly with a bit of anger and frustration. She was serious about this.

"Yes ma'am!" Doc mock saluted.

Cleo drew in a breath through her teeth but stayed silent. Anger lead to mistakes, she would deal with Doc later.

"Approaching the drop point. Get ready." Doc said, tapping a few things on the ships display.

"Remember, in and out. Send out a distress beacon if anything goes awry. It's not my problem if someone ends up in medical." Xisuma barked.

"Ok, get ready.. three.." Doc started.

Cleo and False were going, it was decided that False was best suited for this kind of mission. Sneaking around was more her forte than brute strength.

"Two."

Xisuma got ready to open the portal that would drop them off.

"One, go."

A portal was formed and the two women were dropped in some back alley near Joe's house.

They made quick work of walking, knowing they would be tracked in minutes. They didn't exactly blend in.

Cleo wore an outfit straight out of a video game. A long, airy, navy dress, with strips of fabric dropped out of the back, attached to her wrists with wide metal bracelets. On her midsection was a metal fixing meant to hold the dress to her body. She wore sandals that might as well have been from Greek mythology, and there were no shortage of rings on her fingers.

False too looked out of place. She wore a top that functioned like a short sleeve shirt of light armor that looked like it wouldn't do much to protect, but the reinforced material could block a bullet. She wore regular pants, but she had metal knee guards and military boots. Under her top she had a long sleeve shirt and a metal bracelet that functioned as a communicator.

The real kicker was the sword sheathed over her back.

They walked quickly, breaking into a sprint by the time they were within a block of his house.

They spent no time checking their makeup before ringing the doorbell. A cross looking Joe answered.

"I thought I told yo- I'm calling the BSC." Joe said, frustrated.

"Don't bother, they know we're here, which gives us about two minutes. Hurry." False said, drawing her sword and standing guard.

"Joe, I know you don't want to. You're comfortable where you are, but we aren't on a diplomatic mission anymore. This is war. War has casualties. So please reconsider. I don't want to kil- hurt you. You or your family. Please come back to us." Cleo sounded a bit desperate and heartbroken, pulling Joe's heartstrings- however unintentionally.

"What?! I thought this wa-" Joe was startled, "you can't be serious."

"Afraid I am. We need you Joe." Cleo spoke with a sense of urgency, chewing the inside of her cheek. "If you don't join, we'll be forced to eliminate you and your.. I'm sorry.." she whispered the last two words.

"Has the leader approved this?" Joe spoke softly, considering the proposition.

"We asked for approval on the airship here. We have the go-ahead." Cleo nodded, knowing the one thing that could get any real Minecraftian to do anything was to have the approval of the leader.

"I- if it's what the leader wishes. But I want one thing: my family gets protection." Joe looked back into his house, sad.

"Done." Cleo said quickly. She had the authority as an army general, so she decided to use it.

"We have to go- now!" False put her hand over her eyes as two airships shined their lights down over the house.

"Wait do I even get to say goodb-" Joe was cut of by the sound of a speaker.

The ships' commander's voice boomed through the whole block.

"Surrender or die, filthy superhuman scum." The tough sounding woman boomed.

"Joe?" Cleo stated calmly, "status?"

"Two ships, a highly trained squad in each. Your odds aren't excellent." Joe's power allowed him a sort of vision over everything in a fifty foot radius. He described it as 'just kind of knowing.'

"Ok." Cleo nodded. Her eyes rolled back, leaving just the whites.

A truly strange sight greeted everyone who could see. Lavender tinted ghosts rose from the ground, nothing but ribcage, skull, emptiness and fear. They grew in number, climbing onto the ships. You'd expect them to phase through the ship, but instead they started banging on every bit of it. With surprising strength they started to tear the ships to pieces.

"Let's go," Cleo said, her eyes reverting to normal. She broke into a sprint, followed closely by False and Joe. "The extraction point is just near here."

Joe kept looking over his shoulder, blinking away tears. He didn't even get to say goodbye.

"Joe!" False barked. "You'll talk to them after the war."

"Yeah." He said, focusing his energy on running. Despite his appearance he was almost comparably fit to the other girls, and was able to keep up all the way up to the pick up location.

When they reached the location, False started to yell into her bracelet.

"Xisuma, any day now!" She yelled, skidding to a halt on the pavement along with the other two.

"On it," the bracelet responded on a garbled Xisuma voice.

Underneath their feet, a portal opened up, and they were dumped inside their airship.

All three smacked into the floor of the ship, belly first. False was the first to get up, but not before yelling at Doc to punch it.

Doc obliged, pulling up and taking off as quickly as the ship would let him.

"We don't have interstellar capabilities, but this runs off a uranium core so we don't have to worry about fuel. We're heading to one of Jupiter's moons, I don't know about you but I can't wait to get my hands on my normal gear again." Doc clicked a few buttons and flicked a few levers on the console.

"Jumping into hyperspace, were only doing a short burst so get ready." He watched the calculations roll by through his mechanical eye, hand on the hyperspace handle.

When he was in position, he pressed it forward.

The shuttle lurched, and everyone who wasn't seated stumbled forward. A few seconds later he pulled the lever back and the ship exited hyperspace.

Almost instantly a transmission request was sent, Doc parched it through.

"This aircraft has been reported missing by the government of Ear-" a man was cut off by doc.

"This is General Doc, confirmation code M-77, requesting docking bay access and ship change." Doc killed the engines and waited for the man on the other end.

"..we're happy to have you aboard, sir! On behalf of the commander, welcome. Docking bay three is open, and I'll see what I can do about a new ship." The man on the other end said.

Doc smiled a bit, "good man.." he murmured. "Thanks," he said while firing up the engines and docking.

All of the hermits filed off, leaving the ship for a much sleeker one with inter-stellar capabilities.

"I don't know about you, but I'm really hurting for an advanced Elytra.." False spoke, "and I think we could all do with some gear."

A few chorus of agreements chimed in.

"The Earthborns are really strict about off planet goods, yet their still a trade hub. A great mystery.." Xisuma agreed. "I say we go shopping for a bit. We all have our bracelets. Anything breaking happens we get back here ASAP. Meet back in three earth hours?"

Everyone nodded, walking off to catch a ride to the shopping district.

Every high ranking military official in the Minecraftian army got a bracelet that allowed them to do several things. Chief among them was their ability to pay for goods out of the governments wallet.

The hermits made good use of them as they entered the shopping area, and after three hours they were all decked out with the latest gear and weapons.

Get ready earth, you've got a big storm coming.

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A bit of a filler chapter but yeah

I have a few requests I want to do before I finish this- but online school started for me and that might take up some time.

I have to write an op-Ed for English, and I decided to try and fix public school funding in my city.

Trying to track 34 billion dollars of government money is really fucking difficult. Turns out trying to navigate DOE websites is annoying.

-yours, PLEASE MAKE YOUR PUBLIC FINANCES EASY TO ACCESS US GOVERNMENT MAYBE LIKE PUT IT IN A SPREADSHEET NOT A PDF WITHIN A LINK WITHIN A LINK WITIN A LINK WITHIN A LINK ON YOUR BROKEN ASS WEBSITE WHYYYY YOU KNOW ITS NOT JUST OUR TAXPAYER MONEY THATS HARD TO TRACK ITS MY BODY PARTS AFTER I JUMP OFF A BRIDGE TRYING TO DECIPHER WHAT YOU CALL 'FINANCES'

sorry for yelling I just had to get that out.