Chapter 1: The Fight

"Crap, Crap, Crap, CRAP!" a man in blue armor said and said unrepeatable things. The other, older man said "Quit yer yelpin'.We'll be out shortly.

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"They just fell through the portal! I swear!" an aqua armored man said. I'd go through after them, but my armor gets covered by black stuff after I go through any portals."

"Don't worry, I'll fix it," the one in maroon said. He rolled his eyes and bent over to the panel and started rewiring it. A pink-clad private asked "Need any help?"

"Please don't!"

…..

Zeus, Ares, Athena, Poseidon, and Artemis, were decorating the hall for the holidays. Ares was hoping to meet Aphrodite under the mistletoe. Athena was decorating the table, Poseidon was making lights in the pools, Artemis was tacking up wreaths, and Zeus was overlooking it all. Suddenly Athena looked up, a far away look on her face. Then she blinked and spoke in an urgent tone. "Two intruders, fighting their way through Olympus."

"Let's saddle up," said Ares, a wicked grin spreading on his face.

MEANWHILE…

The young man in cobalt was fighting along with the red-armored old man. His shot gun ripped through multiple guards, as the young one's battle rifle was blazing. They were suddenly blinded. 5 men and women, about 7 feet taller than themselves, stepped out of the light. One, who was wearing a replica of Ancient Spartan armor, charged them. The blue rolled out of the way as the older man shot him head on. The shot gun bullet hit the man in the leg. Golden fluid leaked out. The blue one muttered, "What the f—k?" He quickly took out his other leg.

The 4 Olympians split into 2 teams. Artemis and Zeus took on the old man, and Athena and Poseidon took on the young man. Athena was having some trouble taking down that man; she got hit in the stomach multiple times. Poseidon finally ensnared him in a net. The god slung Athena over his shoulder, and dragged the kicking man away to the Olympian interrogation room.

"Send word to the demigods. Have them come help us," Zeus called after him. Poseidon gave him a nod of acknowledgement. The old man was more of a challenge. He certainly was proficient with his gun. He took Artemis easily and he was shooting at Zeus. The man put two fingers to his helmet and spoke in a southern drawl, "Simmons, rally our old friends. These people are raising of some type of god." Zeus realized that he was calling for reinforcements. Zeus summoned a lightning bolt and shot it into the man's chest. The man fell back and was apparently knocked out. Zeus just sighed and dragged him back to the jail.

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Simmons received the call and sighed, calling the best mercenary for the job. 'Let's see, what's the number for the evil lair…'

TO BE CONTINUED!