I feel so darn sad. I'm sorry for not updating for months now, guys. I just thought that this wasn't going in the direction I want it to be – but I'm going to give you guys a choice. Review your opinion.

Should I update once a week 2k chapter, or update everyday 500 words. The 500 words option is better in my opinion, because it's easy for me to write and you get 3,500 words a week! This chapter will be 767 words, and it will probably not be Percabeth, purely because of the amount of reviews asking me to do another paring. I'm not seeing any for the foreseeable future (next 5 chapters or so). Also, it will mainly be Percy's POV, unless you lot particularly want someone else.

I walked slowly down the long corridors, to my suite. It was insanely futuristic and useful – he also had a personal handmaid whom he had made friends with.

She looked at his face and said, "Rough day?"

"Tell me about it," I sighed, "Anyway, can you help me pack my stuff? We and one hundred of the Service are going to Earth to help with some miscreant. Should be easy enough – the odds are majorly different – but what's life without a little odds?"

Susan (that's the handmaids name) smiled, a vacant adoring look in her eyes.

I smiled back, and went outside to choose my one hundred. On the way to the canteen, he saw Jack with some girl.

Dragging him with me, I continued walking to the canteen, briefing him on the situation.

"Huh – sounds fun, Commander, anyway, you don't worry about the one hundred, I'll deal with that. You just get some sleep, you look like you need it, sir."

Percy just grinned, and walked back to his suite.

TIMESKIP – ON THE WAY TO CAMP HALF BLOOD

A fleet of medium sized airships broke through the atmosphere and light speed, and continued to fly above the Atlantic Ocean. To viewers who saw, it looked like a scene from Star Wars – but of course, they just forgot about it a minute later do to the mist.

THE EMPIRE STATE BUILDING 600th FLOOR

"We are assembled, blah blah blah, get to business, anyone have anything to report?" Zeus spoke lazily, as if he had done this several thousand times.

Chaos, whom was watching behind the shadows, thought this would be a good time to make himself known.

"In fact, Zeus, I do."

Faces of the deities of Greece whipped to the right to catch a glimpse of the face of the person whom dared speak without being an Olympian.

"You shall not survive this war, Great-grandson. Gaia shall crush your armies, and then your seats of power if you do not train seriously. The past 100 years, since Gaia last attacked, you have been lucky. Few attempts have been made to your rule. You have become relaxed, fearing nothing. Apart from you, Artemis," he turned his head to her, and then to the left, "and you, my dear Poseidon. Your armies have not become lax since the last great war, and for that, I am proud."

Athena finally spoke up, "I assume you are Chaos?" she questioned, only to receive a nod, "What do you get out of helping Olympus? Wouldn't you want to help Gaia – she is your daughter."

"I understand your question, and shall do my best to answer it, my child. Gaia has long become lost to insanity and arrogance. Some people in these seats have become arrogant too," he spoke, looking to specific people, "but I believe that this Age of the Olympians has been the most peaceful, and therefore I shall help you maintain it. Not directly of course, because I have forbidden myself to help directly in the wars of my offspring – but I have an Army. The Service of Chaos. They keep peace throughout the galaxy," he said to many shocked faces, "surely you did not think that you were the only planet? Never mind, we must hasten – one hundred of my service shall appear at your camp in an hour or so. It would be wise to inform them of the changes that will appear at your camp. Artemis – I'll be grateful if you send your hunt to Camp Half Blood, and Poseidon, I shall be grateful if you send 200 hundred of your massive army to Camp Half Blood. The camp shall be able to accommodate them – it is pretty big."

They all readily agreed, and bowed at the being before he disappeared in a burst of starlight.