Jeremy grinned as he ended the call. “Alright, team, the Saints are on their way.”
Rose chuckled, shaking her head. “The Saints are back to their old ways. This is going to be a sight to see.”
On the other side of the portal, Johnny Gat rounded up the Saints. “Listen up, everyone! We’ve got a friend who needs our help protecting the planet. And we’re not fighting the Zin this time—it’s these Dominion goons, the Jem’Hadar.”
The Boss grinned, cracking his knuckles. “So, we’re talking full-scale destruction and no strings attached?”
“Hell yeah,” Johnny smirked. “These Dominion types don’t know what’s about to hit ’em.”
With that, the Saints readied themselves, gearing up with weapons and their usual unbreakable swagger. Within moments, Johnny opened the portal and led them through to Jeremy’s side. As they arrived, Jeremy and the others watched as the Saints marched in, fully armed and radiating confidence.
“Now this,” Discord said with a sly smile, “is going to be chaos.”
Jeremy welcomed Johnny with a fist bump. “Alright, Saints, let’s show these Jem’Hadar what real trouble looks like.”
Johnny smirked as he bowed to the princesses, giving them a slightly exaggerated flourish. "Princesses," he said, a bit more politely than his usual self, "honored to be here."
Celestia smiled gracefully, nodding in acknowledgment. “So, you’re the infamous Third Street Saints. I’ve heard quite a bit about you and your… unique approach to dealing with enemies.”
Before anyone could reply, Pinkie Pie enthusiastically yelled out, “Soo-woo, motherfuckers!”
Twilight gasped, mortified. “Pinkie!”
Jeremy shook his head, stifling a laugh. “Pinkie, wrong gang. That’s for the Bloods.” He gave her a playful nudge. “I love the enthusiasm, though! But let's keep it to Saints style, alright?”
Pinkie giggled, slightly embarrassed. “Oopsie! Got it—Saints style only!”
Johnny shook his head, smirking a bit but still serious. "Pinky, no offense, but if you had finished that statement… I might've had to set you straight."
Pinky's eyes went wide. “Oh! I had no idea what it meant! I just heard it in a Tech N9ne song while we were on the USS Samuel W. Bell!”
Jeremy couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, Tech N9ne can get you hyped up, but we’ll leave the gang lingo to the pros, Pinkie. Besides, I think the Saints are all the hype we need right now!”
Johnny cracked his knuckles, looking around. “As long as we’re all on the same page, let’s show these Jem’Hadar what it means to mess with the Saints.”
Jeremy took a step back, admiring his team's readiness. "Alright, everyone, just try to keep the collateral damage to a minimum. The Jem’Hadar are gonna do enough of that for us."
Johnny gave a knowing grin. "You got a point. But where’s the fun if we can’t blow a little something up?"
Jeremy chuckled, tying a purple bandana around the neck of his armor for that Saints touch. "Well, I'm all in on this," he said as he pulled out an Annihilator RPG, holding it up with a smirk.
Johnny raised an eyebrow. “Hey, now, that’s my line about blowing stuff up!”
Celestia and Luna exchanged amused glances, stifling laughs as they watched Jeremy’s crew gear up. Zack, who was still adjusting to his slightly improved eyesight, accepted the RPG with a nod, while Rose grinned as she took the Dubstep Cannon from Jeremy, testing it out with a spark of excitement.
Discord snapped his fingers, suddenly donning a purple do-rag and wielding a sleek, glimmering Black Hole Gun with an exaggerated bow. “Well, I simply had to dress for the occasion!” he quipped.
“Alright, Saints—and allies!” Jeremy called out, rallying everyone. “Let’s give these Dominion goons a fight they won’t forget.”
As Jeremy scanned the battlefield, his eyes zeroed in on a particular Jem’Hadar soldier—one he recognized instantly. A flashback hit him: this was the same soldier who had coldly taken out a defenseless dog during the first Dominion War. Rage flared up within him, and without a second thought, he activated the jets on his suit, propelling himself forward.
He landed just inches away from the Jem’Hadar, his voice a low growl. “That will teach you to pick on a poor, defenseless dog,” he said, his tone dripping with vengeance. Before the soldier could react, Jeremy ignited his jets in a fiery burst, engulfing the Jem’Hadar in flames.
As the flames died down, Jeremy took a breath, feeling a grim sense of satisfaction. Celestia, watching from nearby, gave him an approving nod, understanding the personal weight behind his actions.
Jeremy turned to see Rose’s eyes blazing with fury as she activated the plasma whips on her armor. The edges crackled with fierce energy, their glow mirroring her rage. "Which one of you fuckers killed a dog?" she shouted, her voice echoing across the battlefield.
Zack took a cautious step back, whispering, “Whoa… Rose does not mess around when it comes to dogs.”
Celestia observed Rose’s transformation with wide eyes. “I see that,” she murmured, both impressed and a little startled by Rose’s intensity.
Without a second thought, Rose pulled a Pokéball from her belt, her face a mask of vengeance. “Houndoom, burn these motherfuckers!” she commanded as she released her Pokémon.
With a snarl, Houndoom appeared, flames licking at the edges of its jaws. The Jem’Hadar soldiers hesitated, but only for a moment before Houndoom unleashed a torrent of fire in their direction, the searing blaze scattering the ranks.
The others stood in awe, watching Rose and Houndoom bring their kind of justice to the battlefield.
Chrysalis, watching with a mix of awe and caution, muttered, “I’ve never seen the angry side of Rose. She’s… fierce.”
Jeremy nodded, a knowing look on his face. “That Pokémon she’s using, Houndoom… its fire doesn’t just burn skin—it leaves a pain that never truly goes away. Those Jem’Hadar might recover, but they’ll remember that pain every single day.”
As Houndoom’s flames died down, Rose recalled it with a quick flick of her wrist. She reached for another Pokéball, her eyes blazing with wrath. “Houndoom, return! Houndstone, come out and drag these motherfuckers to hell!”
The eerie shape of Houndstone appeared, its spectral eyes gleaming with the same rage as Rose’s. With a deep, guttural growl, Houndstone lunged forward, sweeping through the ranks of Jem’Hadar soldiers, each step echoing with an otherworldly chill.
Johnny stared wide-eyed at the fading white powder left by Houndstone’s path. “What the hell is that?!”
Jeremy chuckled. “That’s Houndstone, a ghost Pokémon. It doesn’t just hit hard—it leaves a mark.”
Johnny shook his head in awe. “Whatever it is, it’s powerful. Those Jem’Hadar it passed over… they’re just dust now. Some kind of… ash?”
Jeremy nodded. “That’s Rashee. It’s what happens when a soul is extracted from a living body. The body turns to Rashee.”
Johnny raised his hands, backing off a bit. “Alright, alright. That’s enough info for me.”
As Rose took a few deep breaths, she returned Houndstone to its Pokéball. Her tense expression softened a bit as she looked at Celestia.
“Rose… are you alright?” Celestia asked gently, placing a comforting wing around her.
Rose nodded. “Yeah. I’m okay now. I just… I can’t stand hearing about dogs getting hurt or killed. It brings out the worst in me.”
Rose sat down, feeling the weight of the battle lift slightly as she called out her Hisuian Growlithe from another adventure. The moment it emerged from its Pokéball, it sensed her stress and rushed over, licking her face affectionately. It yipped, its warm presence soothing her frayed nerves.
At that moment, one of Jeremy's Pokémon, Yamper, popped out of his Pokéball, eager to join the scene. “Sorry, Yamper, not now!” Jeremy said, trying to call it back.
But Yamper dodged the retraction beam, determined to stay by Rose’s side.
“Yance Jay Dillahay,” Jeremy said firmly, raising an eyebrow. “I said get back here.” The Yamper froze at the sound of its full name, realizing it was caught.
Jeremy picked up the electric pup, cradling it in his arms. “You need to stop thinking that Growlithe is getting more pats and scratches than you,” he teased, giving Yamper a gentle scratch behind the ears.
Meanwhile, Rose took a deep breath, trying to rein in the anger that had bubbled up inside her. “I just— I can't believe there are creatures out there that would hurt innocent beings,” she admitted, her voice wavering. “It makes me feel so helpless.”
Jeremy nodded sympathetically, his grip on Yamper tightening as he sought to comfort both his Pokémon and Rose. “I get it, Rose. But you’re not helpless. You’ve got a whole team ready to fight alongside you.”
Yamper yipped in agreement as if to say it would always be there to support her.
Twilight watched in awe, her eyes wide. “Man, Ghost Pokémon are powerful. It turned those Jem'Hadar soldiers into white powder,” she remarked, trying to process the scene before her.
“Yeah, that’s Rashee,” Jeremy explained, his voice steady. “It’s produced when a soul is removed from a living human body, and a Mod Soul isn’t put in its place. Houndstone did as you asked, Rose. It sent all those Jem'Hadar soldiers to hell.”
Rose nodded, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over her. “Good,” she said simply, her anger fading into resolve.
Johnny leaned closer, his expression a mix of admiration and trepidation. “Miss Rose, if you feel the need to do that again, could you please let us know in advance? You scared the shit out of us,” he admitted, his voice laced with humor to lighten the mood.
Rose chuckled softly, the tension in the air dissipating. “Sorry, Johnny. I just... I got carried away. But I’ll try to give a heads-up next time.”
“Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that,” Jeremy said, a smirk playing on his lips. “But with our luck, it probably will.”
Twilight shook her head, still amazed by the raw power they had just witnessed. “If we’re going to keep fighting these Jem'Hadar, we’ll need to be ready for anything.”
With a nod of agreement from the group, they began strategizing for the next wave of attackers, their camaraderie stronger than ever in the face of adversity.
Rose smirked, a playful glint in her eye. “You think I get angry? Just wait until Jeremy loses it. He can really intimidate people when he’s riled up.”
Zack chimed in, his tone serious. “Yeah, but you all know what happens when he taps into that Hollow side of his.”
“Hollow side?” Luna asked, confusion etched on her face.
Celestia nodded, concern in her expression. “Yes, I did some research. Jeremy is what’s known as a Visored—a Soul Reaper with Hollow powers. He tries to keep that side under control because it can overwhelm him.”
Jeremy's attention suddenly snapped to the commotion nearby. “Wait, what’s happening over there? Who are those tied to those wooden crosses?!”
His heart raced as he recognized the captives. “Oh no! That’s Sharon Garland and Bryan Belin! Those guys are in trouble.”
Fury ignited within him. “They’re about to face some serious consequences.”
With a surge of determination, Jeremy felt his Hollow self beginning to emerge. The air thickened with energy as his mask materialized over his face, his eyes shining with intense resolve. “Cero Fuego Azul!” he declared, his voice resonating with a powerful edge.
A concentrated blast of blue energy erupted from him, surging toward the Jem'Hadar. The force of the energy struck the wooden crosses, splintering them apart and sending the Jem'Hadar soldiers stumbling back. The shockwave freed Sharon and Bryan from their restraints, knocking them to safety.
As the dust began to settle, Jeremy stood tall, his presence commanding attention. The Jem'Hadar, now realizing the gravity of the situation, hesitated, their confidence shaken in the face of Jeremy’s unleashed power.
“Get ready!” Jeremy warned, his voice steady and resolute. “This is just the beginning.”
Jeremy's smile widened as he raised his arms to the sky. “Cero Relámpago Infinito!” A brilliant lightning beam erupted from his fingertips, lighting up the night and searing through the sky with infinite arcs of electricity. The storm of energy struck hundreds of Jem'Hadar at once, sending them reeling and leaving them momentarily incapacitated.
With a swift motion, Jeremy pulled out his twin katanas, their blades glinting in the light of the chaos. “Howl at the pale blue moon, Koriokami!” he called out, the spirit of the blade resonating with his command. “Claw at the angry red moon, Kazanganokami!”
The air crackled with energy as the two katanas pulsed with power, ready to engage in battle. Jeremy felt the rush of adrenaline surge through him, igniting his resolve to protect his friends and vanquish the threat before him.
“Let’s finish this fight!” he declared, charging forward with fierce determination, ready to confront the Jem'Hadar head-on.
Hollow Jeremy licked his lips and went apleshit as he sliced the gem hadar in twain, he bit one on the neck causing it to become a hollow, and then he killed it.
At the end of the battle, one of the Vorta approached cautiously and spoke, "Please, return our commander to us, and we will leave."
Jeremy crossed his arms and replied with a cold smile. "Oh, we don’t have him here anymore. He’s on the Ceretos, currently undergoing some... questioning. We moved him off the flagship—figured keeping him here would make things a bit too tempting for you."
The Vorta’s face tightened, realizing their bargaining chip was out of reach.
Jeremy's eyes narrowed as he addressed the Vorta. "Now, your Founders are dying. What will you do without them?"
The Vorta looked unsettled, glancing nervously at his fellow soldiers. "You underestimate the Dominion's reach," he replied, though his voice wavered. "We have contingencies. The Founders are... irreplaceable, but the Dominion's strength is its adaptability."
Jeremy smirked. "Adaptability won't save you here. Without your leaders, without their guidance, you’re just another army running scared."
The Vorta fell silent, realizing the gravity of the situation as Jeremy’s words sank in.
Jeremy leaned in closer, his gaze unwavering. "The way I see it, you have two options."
The Vorta held his breath, listening intently.
"Option one," Jeremy continued, "You join Starfleet. Release your hold on the Jem'Hadar, let them live their own lives. Give them a chance to find a purpose beyond serving the Dominion."
He paused, letting his words settle before delivering the alternative. "Or, option two... you watch as your precious Dominion collapses without the Founders. You and your empire fall to pieces, leaving nothing but a legacy of failure."
The Vorta's face grew tense, but he knew Jeremy wasn’t bluffing.
Celestia stepped forward, her gaze calm but resolute. “Make them officers and soldiers who protect rather than destroy. They don’t have to be mere servants of war.”
Rose, Jeremy’s girlfriend, nodded. “And for heaven’s sake, give them emotions. They’re so loyal, but it’s blind, fanatical loyalty. They deserve more than that.”
Zack added, “Right. They follow orders so blindly because they don’t know anything else. Give them a chance to be their own people.”
Celestia looked to the others, inviting their input. Twilight spoke thoughtfully. “I agree with Rose. Graft some emotions and memories into their minds. Let them feel happiness, sadness, anger… something besides just duty and battle. They don’t have to be these cold, emotionless warriors.”
Rarity chimed in, a hint of sadness in her voice. “Your options are limited, darling. I’ve seen what the Founders become as their condition worsens. It’s tragic, truly.”
They all looked back at the Vorta, hopeful that he would consider these changes, allowing the Jem’Hadar a new path.
Jeremy leaned in closer, his voice challenging. "What, are you afraid the Jem’Hadar will turn on you? You’re the ones who supply them with the white. Their loyalty lies with you, not the Founders."
Johnny Gatt added with a smirk, "He’s got a point. I saw you handing that stuff out to your platoon—whatever it is. If you wanted, you could tell those Founders you’re done serving them and make them fend for themselves."
The Vorta hesitated, visibly shaken by the idea. The Jem’Hadar’s loyalty and the supply of the white had always been their main leverage, but now he was beginning to see the cracks in their control system.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDSmIlowoyL
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Jeremy pressed on, sensing the shift in the Vorta’s expression. "Think about it. You don’t need to keep them hooked on white. You could train them to live off regular food, let them decide for once what they want to eat. Give them the choice instead of force-feeding them Ketracel White."
The Vorta’s sly smile flickered, betraying a hint of unease. He quickly regained his composure, the smirk returning. "Interesting proposition," he replied, masking his concern. "Though it seems you underestimate the power of loyalty."
Jeremy’s eyes narrowed. "Loyalty’s a two-way street. Give them independence, a choice—let them live as allies instead of chained warriors. You might find it’s more powerful than any control you could force."
Jeremy fixed his gaze on Gem Hadar soldier number 12958. “Wouldn’t you rather be a trusted ally than a chained guard dog?” he asked, his voice calm but piercing.
The soldier’s rigid expression wavered slightly, the concept foreign but strangely intriguing. He glanced at the Vorta, then back at Jeremy.
“Our purpose is to serve the Founders,” 12958 stated, but there was a faint trace of doubt in his tone.
Jeremy nodded, acknowledging the loyalty bred into them. “I understand. But what if serving could mean something different? What if you had a say in that purpose—free to choose your path, to protect because you believe in it, not just because you’re commanded to?”
12958 hesitated, casting a glance at his fellow soldiers, whose disciplined facades were beginning to crack. The Vorta, noticing the shift, shifted uneasily, but Jeremy kept his focus on the soldier.
“You have strength, discipline, loyalty,” Jeremy continued. “But what if those could be channeled into something even greater? What if you were respected allies, not just controlled tools?”
For the first time, 12958’s stoic gaze showed uncertainty. The Vorta’s sly smile faded, replaced by a silent unease,
The soldier’s eyes widened as he savored the flavors, the richness of the meat contrasting sharply with the bland sustenance he was accustomed to. “This... this is incredible!” 12958 exclaimed, his voice almost incredulous. Each bite shattered the monotony of his previous meals, igniting a spark of something he hadn’t felt in a long time—enjoyment. He glanced back at Jeremy, who watched him with an encouraging smile, as if to say that this was just the beginning.
The Vorta, watching from the sidelines, clenched his fists in frustration, his gaze darting between 12958 and the empty plate. “You’ll regret this indulgence, soldier,” he warned, his tone dripping with contempt. “You were designed to serve, not to feast.” But 12958 wasn’t listening; he was lost in the moment, each morsel of food a reminder of what he had been missing in his life.
With the last bite, a wave of warmth washed over 12958, a feeling he hadn’t realized he craved. “What if this isn’t just a one-time thing?” he pondered aloud, glancing around at his fellow soldiers, who now appeared intrigued. “What if we could have this kind of choice every day?”
Jeremy saw the shift in the soldier’s demeanor and seized the moment. “Exactly! This is just the beginning, 12958. You have the potential for more than just mindless obedience. You could experience life, joy, and purpose beyond serving the Founders.”
The other soldiers, inspired by their comrade’s reaction, began to murmur among themselves, their rigid expressions softening. The Vorta's face paled as he realized that the loyalty he thought was unshakeable was now being questioned. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to be,” he stammered, trying to regain control. But it was too late; the seeds of doubt had been planted, and the possibility of change began to take root.
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Kael’s eyes hardened as he turned to face the Vorta, who was visibly rattled by the sudden shift in power dynamics. “You heard me,” he declared, his voice steady and resolute. “I am not going to be pushed around by you or anyone else.” The soldiers around him shifted in unison, their collective strength evident as they stood in solidarity with their newfound ally.
The Vorta commander attempted to regain composure, trying to play the authoritative card. “You’re making a grave mistake, Kael. Your loyalty to the Founders—” he started, but Kael interrupted him, a fierce glint in his eyes. “Loyalty means nothing when it’s built on chains,” he shot back. “We are no longer your instruments of war. We will decide our own fate.”
With a nod from Jeremy, Kael stepped forward, a palpable tension hanging in the air. “And just for fun,” he added with a slight smirk, “I think it’s time we showed this ‘poncy milk-drinker’ what real strength looks like.” The other Gem Hadar echoed his sentiment, a chorus of agreement swelling among them, ready to follow Kael into whatever confrontation awaited.
The Vorta’s bravado faltered as he realized the full scope of the situation—he was now outnumbered and outmatched. “You won’t get away with this,” he stammered, but Kael simply chuckled. “Oh, I think we will.”
With that, Kael launched himself at the Vorta, his movements fluid and powerful, the other soldiers rallying behind him, ready to take back their agency and forge a new path. The time for servitude was over; they were warriors reborn, and they would not be silenced any longer.
“Kael, you're in a position to start a change,” Jeremy urged, sending a drone high into the air. It projected a large hologram of Kael, the feed connecting directly to Jeremy's phone as he recorded. “Go ahead, Kael, you’re live! Your countrymen are watching all over. What do you have to say to them?”
Kael stood tall, the weight of his comrades' expectations resting heavily on his shoulders as the hologram flickered to life above him. The crowd of Gem Hadar soldiers watched with a mix of anticipation and disbelief, their expressions shifting from loyalty to curiosity. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he addressed the camera.
“Brothers and sisters of the Dominion,” Kael began, his voice echoing with determination, “we stand at a crossroads today. For too long, we have been bound by the will of the Founders, reduced to mere tools of their ambition. But no more! Today, we reclaim our identities, our autonomy, and our purpose.”
The hologram pulsated with energy as Kael's resolve radiated outward. “You are not just soldiers. You are powerful beings capable of shaping your own destinies. We do not need to be shackled to a life of servitude; we can forge alliances, build a future, and protect those we choose to stand beside. Together, we can create a new legacy, one built on respect and freedom.”
Jeremy, still filming, felt the electric energy in the air as he nodded in approval. He could see the ripple of emotion among the Gem Hadar, the fire of rebellion igniting in their eyes. “This is our moment!” Kael continued, raising his fist in the air, “Let us stand united, not just as warriors but as a brotherhood, and show the galaxy what we are truly capable of!”
The soldiers began to cheer, their voices rising in a powerful chorus, drowning out the Vorta’s feeble protests. The hologram shimmered brightly, casting Kael in a heroic light, and Jeremy felt a surge of pride for his friend. “This is just the beginning,” he thought, knowing that the tides of change were finally turning.
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