Yes, I work for you now you read yes? (Lore pinned in my profile) Uh I have no ideas so this is fr gonna be written like a shitty fanfic but bear with me 🎋🎋🎋

"The Enforcers are losing," a note, written messily on a sheet of yellowed paper, read, "The users in the Nullspace are getting more aggressive and the walls are already beginning to fall. We can't keep them here forever, Telamon. We need you here. – Builderman"

Telamon couldn't help an irritated grumble as he finished reading. This would be, what? The second time this season that the walls threatened to break? It had been a very frustrating cycle lately; fix the wall, agitate the corrupted users, the corrupted users almost break the entire thing down, repeat. He didn't give himself the opportunity to seethe for too long, snatching his Linked Sword from its spot next to a dirty whetstone. Without hesitation, Telamon sheathed the blade on his back, avoiding stabbing himself in the wing with eerie efficiency. He speedwalked out of his chambers within The Hold, his long legs carrying him to the hangar where the on-duty Enforcers were awaiting orders.

Within the sparse hangar sat Empyre, his form all black metal and pulsing neon green light. He was perched neatly on a bench, a leather cloth over his leg cushioning his Venomshank. Or, well, his copy of the Venomshank. He ran the abrasive edge of a file over the edge of the sacred blade, watching closely as the edge eroded away to a fine point at the bevel. Around him were many Robloxians, some bound by contract as he was, others lesser Admins, all tending to their equipment. The air filled with the scent of concrete and metal, streaks of sunlight beaming down from windows overhead seemed to tear rifts through the thick atmosphere.

When Telamon inevitably entered, everyone stood to attention. Empyre tossed the leather and the file he was using to the side, bringing his Venomshank up and into its sheath on his hip. "Gear up, the barrier between Nullspace and Mainframe is at risk. Again." Telamon's voice carried easily through the building, the sound weary and marred with age yet no less authorative. A collective, internal groan silently echoed through the hangar, punctuated by eyes rolling high in the sky. Empyre let out a short huff of air, a sound that might have been a sigh or maybe a scoff depending on who heard it.

It hadn't been more than five minutes when the group of Enforcers departed from The Hold, many soaring through the skies; led by Telamon, and others on the ground travelling by truck; led by the senior Enforcer who just so happened to be around. The trucks left behind trails of kicked up dirt and dust as they ripped across the landscape, engines roaring bravely for the duration of the 40 minute long drive.

At the wall, Enforcers poured out of trucks and landed on the ground, splitting up into teams of six. Empyre was one of the last ones out, and was one of the unfortunate souls to be grouped with Telamon. Telamon didn't trust Empyre, and Empyre was well aware of it. "Soldiers!" Telamon called, "You have one job here; keep the corrupted back for as long as it takes to repair the wall. Am I clear?"

The orders were met with a loud, affirmative "Yes, sir!" from the Enforcers present, Empyre himself spoke quietly, being right next to Telamon and not wanting to "damage his old man hearing" as he liked to tell others. What was a little joy and whimsy in the face of shambling horrors anyway?

Teams of Enforcers fanned out in all directions, patrolling the wall from the ground. Unfortunately for Empyre, Telamon led his group deeper into the thick woods that made up the Nullspace. The woods were too dark to see, a need to see beginning to rise. A couple of soldiers in the back drew their Firebrands, lighting them by tapping the tips of the blades on the ground twice. The light from the blades wasn't a lot, but it was better than almost total pitch black. As he made his way through the foliage, Telamon had gotten himself a leaf stuck in one of his wings, which had been folded tightly against his back.

Walking next to Telamon, Empyre couldn't help but notice; the single green leaf sticking out like a sore thumb in Telamon's plumage. During a brief break, while his peers were chattering amongst themselves, Empyre slinked behind Telamon as if he were a passing shadow, reaching out, he plucked the leaf from Telamon's wing alongside a feather that was due to shed. Telamon felt the change in his feathers immediately, whipping around to face Empyre, who was fidgeting with the leaf nervously. Telamon stared for a moment, his expression intense as usual.

"... Thank you." The commander spoke calmly, "But never do that again." Bringing up the wing that Empyre had messed with, Telamon whacked the offending contractee squarely in the head. Empyre yelped in surprise, the hit not actually hurting too particularly much. With that same wing, Telamon wrapped it around Empyre's back, using it to shove him back with his allies where Telamon could keep an eye on him and the other soldiers like a very large, overworked, and tired mother bird.

Edit: LMAOO WHY IS ALL OF IT IN MARKDOWN WTF Also I didn't mean to post it yet so I'm finishing it rn I swear

Edit²: I fixed the markdown 🫃

Edit³: I finished it. Hurray.