ON THE MARX

Entry 44

3 Brahma

Penetration Police.

The god damned penetration police.

“Hands up Sir,” a Sargent said as he walked into the room.

“You know, son I could kill all of you and no one would know.” I said as I put my hands up. I gauged the room.

There was 8 of them.

They all looked terrified.

Even they all had helmets on, I knew they were all terrified.

These were the 8 guys who came into the room.

There had to be at least 15 more guys outside of the room guns aimed in my direction.

I think there was probably at least 80 outside of my apartment building.

Why?

Because they were all terrified of me.

Each, and every one of them.

Utterly terrified.

Why?

Because I was the Berserker for one.

I was the one who defeated the Tiger.

The supposed super soldier and leader of the Black Knights.

See the Black Knights were said to be able to defeat a group of at least 500 soldiers.

By themselves.

And yet I defeated one of them.

That meant I could beat someone who could beat 500 soldiers.

That meant I was dangerous.

Aside for that, I knew they all had heard the rumors.

When this stupid Penetration Police bullshit started, they had sent 2 soldiers.

They both left on stretchers.

Then they sent 4, and from what I heard they were in an intensive care unit.

“Listen,” I said.

The Sargent gulped as he looked at me.

“Yes sir,” the Sargent stuttered.

“Did you hear what happened to the last ones?” I asked.

“I heard that they can’t find their bodies…” the Sargent said as one of his soldiers hands started shaking next to him.

“How many did you bring with you Sargent?” I asked.

“There’s 80 here sir,” the Sargent said.

“And outside?” I asked.

“250, total sir,” he said.

“You are the Brevet Rank?” I asked.

A Brevet Rank is given to a Junior Soldier when a higher rank is needed for it.

“Yes sir, Captain.” The soldier said.

“So, this is how it’s going to go, Captain.” I said I motioned my head towards the door behind them. “See that door. All of you are going to walk out of here scot free.”

“I can’t do that sir,” the soldier said.

“Did I say you could talk?” I asked.

“No sir,” the soldier shut up.

“Right, so you know the Black Knights were all supposed to be able to beat up 500 people a piece.” I said and saw that the shaky guy shaking even more.

“And I beat up their leader,”

Shaky guy looked like he was about to pass out.

“Killed him in fact.”

The captain gulped nervously.

“You heard how I did it right?”

“Made his heart stop.” The captain trembled.

“Did more than that,” I said. “See I’m a bit of a heart stopper.”

Shaky guy screamed and dropped his gun and ran out of the room.

This caused at least 5 maybe 8 people to run out behind him immediately.

Then there was a pause.

More guns fell.

More soldiers ran.

There was a panic in the air.

More guns.

More boots.

More soldiers running.

Terrified of the Berserker.

Terrified of me.

The captain looked like he was about to poop his pants if he hadn’t already.

“So, this is what is going to happen.” I said.

The captain shook in fear

“You are going to walk out of here, walk back to your bosses. Tell them that the Berserker killed your whole lot, before breaking a sweat.” I said the captain nodded and gulped. “Tell them to not f**k with me because I will kill them before they even know what hit them.”

The captain nervously nodded.

“And tell them if the dare come anywhere near me, or my midwives, they will wish that I was a lot nicer to then than they had been to me. And if they think there is no way I know who they are, you can tell Sucrose that he is full of s**t, and that I know he is siphoning money from the Marquis and when the Marquis finds out. Let’s just say that he will not be too happy.” I said.

The rest of the soldiers ran at some point long ago.

The captain gulped.

“Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes sir,” he nearly screamed in utter terror.

“Get the hell out of my space.”

With that the captain was gone.

All 250 men had run in terror.

So, in case you have been living under a rock and have no idea what the hell the Penetration Police was, well…it was just that. Police that are in charge of making sure that there was for a lack of a better word, penetration happening in a relationship.

It had started about 2 months ago when the bullshit they pulled off saying that there was a worst version of the Sigmosis plague that was released upon the masses. It was just retarded simply retarded. See for whatever reason the Fakirs were suddenly trying to breed us, I had no idea why, but it was something that they were trying to pull for months now.

I was sure it had to do with Project Rho.

I am sure that it had to do something with whatever the f**k they were up to.

In the couple of months that I had been over the Black Knights I managed to keep myself and friends of mine off of this stupid mandatory Penetration Police BS. I managed to make it so that Heather, Olga and Olivia were safe from being probed and god knows what else by the penetration police.

I knew that they at least checked all the females in a relationship, for penetration, for exchange of liquids and for the acquirement of semen from the male.

“God damned Penetration police.” I thought as I watched them run away from my apartment yet again.

“I think you have too much fun doing that,” a voice called behind me.

I turned back and saw Olga come into the room and looked around.

“I do,” I shrugged.

“Its funny that none of them think your bluffing,” she said.

“Who said I was?” I asked.

Olga sighed before she pulled out a pad and started working on it.

A moment later Olivia came, she looked around.

“Did they seriously all run away?” Olivia asked.

“They always do,” I shrugged.

It was odd living with 3 females but given the circumstances no one found it odd. Heather was the one I supposedly claimed when I overthrew Rossa Redd, Olivia fell for me because I overthrew Rossa Redd and Olga fell for me because I beat up the Tiger that was what rumors said.

“Anything?” I asked Olga who typed away at her pad.

“Only mindless garble.” Olga said shaking her head.

I sighed.

I had found out early on that Olga was on our side. She was the daughter of Otto Onyx, an old friend of the old man. She had joined GABE and was, until I showed up, the deepest leveled infiltrator in the Black Empire, now I outranked her which made me the deepest leveled infiltrator.

“They keep saying that they are trying to bring back Prince Xavier, because he has been missing for millions of years.” Olga said biting her lips and moving some of her hair away from her face.

“That in itself is odd,” I said.

Xavier Yanez Zuniga, he was the Prince and the Pride of the Fakir Empire. He apparently had disappeared eons ago. Or so the legend went. You see Xavier was a student of Ashwatama, a known Avatar of Lord Shiva, that had chased away the race of bird people called the Carrions. There were some weird things about Xavier and weird things about that whole thing. For one Xavier was obsessed with Caledfwich on Heim.

So much so that he enlisted the help of another dictator named Conrad Structhem to destroy Caledfwich, then together with Conrad and an army of strange crystalline entities, well they were closer to robots that entities, then all of the sudden he disappeared. But this was the thig about the Fakirs. Especially the Zunigas.

The Fakirs have his weird ritual where they would automatically go into a new body when they died. Some Fakir families were rich enough that they cloned themselves like 8 million times and would simply just jump to another body when they died. The thing was though when Xavier disappeared, he totally disappeared there was no signs of him.

“Not really, every like 10 years they bring it up as something,” Olga said.

“And they never do it.” Heather said as she emerged. “The Marquis thought it had to do with Baltimore actually not wanting him back because he is terrified of him.”

“Baltimore?” I asked and I scratched my chin.

The idea of Baltimore Zuniga being terrified of his own son deeply troubled me. It was however a possibility seeing how it came from the Marquis of all people who was probably even more powerful than the Zuniga Empire ever was.

“Why now though?” I asked.

“You mean bring it up again as a thing?” Heather asked.

“Yeah,” I said. “And what does it have to do with the Falcon.”

We had spent the past couple of months trying to figure out why a Carrion was in the Black Knights, in fact Olga had spent an even longer time trying to find that out. Considering she had been inside the Black Knights for about a year before I showed up, she was really working her best trying to figure out why a Carrion was in the Black Knights.

She at first had not known, like I did, that Janus Joetche was a Carrion. She actually knew Janus Joetche, originally as Janus Cobalt, a Golordian Male. His ruse soon ran its course and Olga figured out he was no Golordian Male, and she thought he was actually a Fakir until she found out he was an actual Carrion.

This being the latest revelation that she had discovered, she was still trying to figure out why. Why was Janus in the group of protectors of Jason Black who was also another Fakir, who was ruling the Golordians. The thing that really didn’t make any sense was all the crap that Carlton Sweeny Lorillard boasted about in his book, about purging the Carrions.

I looked over at Heather who looked back at me quizzingly.

“What?” she asked.

“So, they try purging your DNA, your daughter’s DNA for years and Janus is just waltzing around?” I asked kind of angry.

“Oh that,” Heather said dismissively again.

I hated that about her.

Yet I also liked that about her.

“There was one thing though Colonel,” Olga said.

“What is that?” I asked.

“They keep talking about some planet, that is on the belt of the Hunter.” Olga said.

“The belt of the hunter?” Heather said. “That is odd.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Its just chatter, I think,” Olga said dismissing it. “Background noise, probably code for something.”

“Why do you say that?” I asked.

“Are you not familiar with the belt of the Hunter?” Heather asked.

“You mean the constellation of the Hunter, right?” I asked and she nodded.

“Well I know there is a pretty amazing Nebula there.” I said. “I forgot what they jokingly call it, I think it was the nuts of the hunter.”

“Jokes aside,” Heather sniggered.

“Look,” Olga said as she tapped on her pad.

She showed me the screen and I saw the familiar set of stars forming the shape of a man holding a club. The Hunter, they called this constellation. From Golordia Prime it was usually in the northern skies in the spring. At the center of the outline of the man was three stars. Olga pinched the screen to zoom in on the three stars.

“What am I looking at exactly?” I asked.

“What do you see?” Olga asked.

“Nothing, just some stars.” I said.

“Exactly,” Olga said, and I looked at her confused. “Colonel they are saying there is a planet there.” Olga said. “Either that is a lie, or someone is going through a lot of trouble to make sure that the planet isn’t seen.”