~~~By Mosgem~~~

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"Are those…. Genetically engineered hounds?" Otto asked, tilting his heads quizzically as he watched the swarm bound down the halls. In the corridor to his right, the PolFi students had realized that they weren't built for fighting and had instead taken to ducking behind rubble and yelling useless threats at the Alpha's.

"I believe so," Wing nodded. "And a lot of them, too."

"Yeah, these guys have some pretty cool stuff," Otto admitted, casting a quick glance to where Cassie and Shelby were battling it our in their respectable suits of death.

"I suggest letting me handle this," Wing said, stepping forwards. His axe had snapped a long time ago (as had the head of the Henchman he had been aiming for), but Otto had been able to find a substitute for him.

Because really, what kind of child-super-genius-who-could-rival-Artemis-Fowl would he be if he hadn't tried to invent a lightsaber? Okay, his first attempt may have ended in a very mad Shelby and a very dead test dummy, and the second attempt may have put a wall in Nero's study, but Otto felt sure he had nailed it this time.

Sure enough, when Wing thumbed the button a three-foot long ray of pink… stuff burst into existence and sliced through the nearest hound. He would have to work on the colour later.

The rest of the hounds met their end, leaving an unnaturally calm-looking Wing and a lot of blood pooled on the ground. He put away the lightsaber.

"Not bad," he told Otto. "Although the colour isn't the greatest, I would have to say."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm working on that," the Albino said irritably. This whole war thing was interfering with his commitment to memorize the Library of Congress. By the time they were over and done here, he would be at least five shelves behind. What a waste of one day.

"NO!" Otto turned to see a very mad Cassie glaring at him. "YOU INSUFFERABLE BOTTLE OF GUINESS! YOU DESTROYED MY HOUNDS! I'LL RIP YOUR TONGUE FROM YOUR MOUTH AND SHOVE IT INTO YOUR EYE SOCKET! I'LL TEAR YOU UP LIMB BY LIMB AND FORCE YOU TO EAT YOUR OWN LEGS! I'LL—" her next threat was cut short as Shelby used her own robot to drop-kick Cassie through the nearest wall.

"ALPHA'S FOR THE WIN!" she screeched, turning towards where the henchmen were gaining ground. "COME AT ME NOW, ASSHOLES!"

"I'm not too sure who's more insane," Otto commented as he watched her crush the unfortunate thugs with unhidden glee. "Her or Cassie."

"I would be inclined to agree," Wing frowned. "Even though I probably shouldn't."

In his pan—er, safe room, Nero listened to the sounds of battle while trying to estimate how much it would cost the school. G.L.O.V.E was going to kill him when he spent their whole savings fixing it up.

"Good news, Max!" Raven's voice came over his cell phone (the new Blackberry Q-10, for infamous evil leaders had to be on top of technology). "I found the weapons dump!"

"Natalya, we don't have a weapons dump," he snapped. "Would you get back here and help me figure out how to escape?"

"Sorry, Max!" she said cheerfully. "Can't here you over the sound of my laser cannons charging up!"

Uh oh. Nero hit the floor as the whole school shook. Little pebbles rained down from the roof of his panic room.

Nero was seriously contemplating taking out the emergency supplies and building himself a pillow fort.

From inside the tank, Raven laughed maniacally as she watched SciTech students scatter before her.

Heh. Laser weapons. Another burst fired off. Even simpler than tanks, once you get used to them.

Amidst the numerous battles of HIVE, Tom Ransom sat across the table from a nameless PolFi student, his brow creased in concentration as he studied the cards in front of him. He had never actually played poker before, but caught on quickly enough and now the pile of money in front of him seemed to be growing rapidly. Grinning slyly, he glanced down at the forty-six aces that were hidden in his boot.

Ha, poker. Easier than beating Shelby in chess.

Somewhere else in HIVE, Laura had snuck into Shelby's room, grabbed her stack of relationship magazines and was skimming through them with rapid speed.

A livid SciTech student burst through the door and she shot him through the chest without even looking. They had just reached the part about how to drop subtle signs of your love.

Relationships. And I thought they were easy.

At exactly twelve-oh-nine, a ceasefire was agreed on between Dylan and Otto. There was to be no more fighting until tomorrow, for the new Sherlock episode was airing tonight and there was no way in hell Otto would miss it.

Then, of course, he would need at least eight hours to cuddle up with his blanket and cry with all the feels that came with watching Sherlock.

Raven, of course, received no notice of the ceasefire and was happily blasting her way through HIVE, looking for any loose students to, erm, discipline. The hallways were completely empty, although she did manage to trade her Panzer for a Sherman. (They had better steering on them)

Her phone started singing bad romance, and she picked it up.

"Natalya, could you please come to my safe room?" Nero all but begged.

"Eh, sure," she shrugged, gunning up the tank and turning towards the nearest hole in the wall (probably created by her). "All the students are missing."

"It's the season premiere of Sherlock," Nero explained, and Raven felt her stomach drop.

"THAT'S TONIGHT?" she shrieked, gunning the tank up and racing for his panic room. "HOW COULD I MISS IT? THERE ARE NO TV'S LEFT IN HIVE! I WON'T BE ABLE TO WATCH IT FOR AGES!"

"Well…" Nero said tentatively. "I made a blanket fort, and there's popcorn in the microwave. We could watch it in my safe room if you wanted to."

Raven took a moment to consider her options, before shrugging. It sounded as good as any other thing, and if she really tried she could pretend they were on a date. "I'll be there in five," she told him, turning off her phone. She definitely did not study herself in the windshield of the tank, nor did she flatten her hair and adjust her sweater before revving the tank up.

Because it was not a date.

Inside grappler cavern nine, a very heated debate was going on between the PolFi students and the SciTech ones.

SciTech were screaming that Sherlock was obviously the better of the two brothers, while PolFi were arguing it was obviously Mycroft. The henchmen were content to sit back and watch the violence awaiting to erupt in hopes there would be a punch throne. It would, of course, be a very weak and misplaced punch, but a punch was a punch nonetheless.

Dylan turned towards Cassie, who was healing her wounds by watching more naked Wing videos. She seemed to have an endless supply, even though everyone else only had two.

"Do you want to break that up?" he asked. She didn't even look up at him.

"Not really," she replied, rolling her eyes as a weaker-minded girl caught a glimpse of the videos and collapsed, twitching and groaning. "I have no interest in the show, anyways."

"Are you saying it's bad?" Dylan demanded, getting ready to punch her, but she shook her head.

"Actually, I've never watched it," she clarified. "Conan Doyle-bah. Boring. I'm not fond of the 'classics', as they're called. Much like I'm not too fond of Darcy over there." She gestured to where the makeshift PolFi leader had an eight-foot script ready to rile up their troops tomorrow. "The screenplay is good, I guess."

"Sherlock reminds me a bit of Fanchu," Dylan threw in, and her eyes went wide.

"Where's that TV remote?" she demanded, rewinding the PVR and shutting off her Wing videos— for now, of course. "SHUT UP, YOU LOT!" she roared at the arguing PolFi students. The first shots started playing, and she frowned in disappointment.

"They look nothing alike!" she said, and Dylan shrugged.

"Don't they? My bad," he smirked. "At least the groups stopped arguing, yeah?"

Cassie would have glared at him, but three seconds into the show and she was hooked. Screaming the words "SPOILERS!" over and over again, she put her headphones inside her ears, began playing the first episode at full volume on her iPad and began her Sherlock education marathon. On the TV screens, the latest Sherlock episode was still playing and an eager group of viewers had gathered around the TV screen, intent on watching the seasons première.

The lights all flickered at once, before dying all together. The TV shut down a moment later, leaving a storm of angry protests and confused yells in its wake. Darcy looked up from her script writing with a frown as Cassie (reluctantly) paused her A Study in Pink video to address the matter at hand, in the most diplomatic way possible.

"What in the royal flying fuck happened to our power?"

Yeah, that was about as subtle as she got. All around flashlights were being pulled out and questions were starting to form. Dylan was opening his mouth to say something when the screen lit up, revealing a certain chubby German boy wearing a huge smile.

"Hello, SciFiMen!" he said cheerfully. "I am being the Franz Argentblum of the Alpha stream and you re surely being knowing me, ja?" Without giving them time to respond he forged on. "I am being aware that you are deciding to be fighting the Alpha's, and while I myself am having no dispute against you as the SciFiMen, I am being in an Alpha and have been reading up of the letters you sent me. They are very offensive, ja? For this reason, I have been deciding to cut your financial assets that are being funding your war, so that I may go back to a peaceful Sherlock and my midnight munchies. Be having a good day, ja?"

And then the screen flickered out.

It was happening now.

This was it. WWIII, the Trojan war, War of the Worlds, Star Wars 1-6, 300, The Avengers had nothing on this battle that was about to take place. On one side of HIVE's main cavern the Alpha's were lined up, wielding pink light-sabers as well as an assortment of medieval and high-tech weapons. On the other side, the PolTechMen (or SciFiMen) were lined up, carrying bats and axes and ray guns and campaign flags respectively.

The PolTechMen, realizing how they wouldn't last without a source of income (for no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't find the money that had been taken by Franz), had moved all of their troops to the main cavern and were prepared to storm the Alpha's, getting rid of them once and for all. The Alpha's had quickly countered and now were ready to end the war.

Nero and Raven had gone on a Community marathon to dull the feels that came with Sherlock.

Darcy was standing on a raised podium reading off of her ten-foot-long script as she riled the PolFi students into action. Cassie was enjoying the last few moments of Wing videos, every now and then pausing to offer an "I agree with her" when Darcy delivered a particularly powerful line. Dylan was holding his sword above his head and quoting Troy.

"You know what lies past the army?" He demanded of the assembled Henchmen. "IMMORTALITY! It's yours, take it!" Thrusting his blade high, he basked in the screams of the bloodthirsty henchmen.

Laura was nowhere to be seen. (She was curled up in her bed with a flashlight and a chocolate bar, reading magazines.) On the Alpha's side, Otto had contemplated an inspirational speech but had discounted the thought when he realized the Alpha's were about as riled up as one could get. Raven and her tank hadn't been seen in the past ten hours, so Otto was going on the assumption that the assassin was either dead or with Nero. He was constantly wondering why they didn't get together.

Some people are so oblivious.

Cassie had gotten bored of Darcy's endless speech and shoved her cohort off of the podium.

"My children!" she screeched. "Now is our chance to crush these inferiors once and for all! They are good at nothing! We need not them to lead us, for all they have led us has been to darkness and doom! It is time to seize control for our self! Time for us to take over HIVE! This is our moment! Let no mere Alpha stand in our way, for they are worthless scum-spawn . Iron Man suits, charge!"

With that, she dove into the crown of yelling SciTech students, nearly impaled herself on two swords and started crowd-surfing.

The Iron Man suits (which weren't quite as good as Stark's but cut a close second) swooped into the air and blasted towards the Alpha's, laser guns popping up and firing with high-pitched bleeps.

"Take cover!" Otto yelped, holding up his lightsaber as if it would protect him from the laser bullets. Wing yanked his friend to the ground the suits swooped lower and started plucking Alpha's off the ground and tossing them to the swarming mass of PolFiMen who were waiting to charge.

Suddenly a low rumbled echoed throughout the cavern and the eastern wall gave in with a loud boom, rocks showering down on the suits. A massive black submarine flew through the opened wall, one small figure standing atop of it looking for all the world like the rider of death himself.

"Yeah-ha!" Nigel Darkdoom yelled, firing up the rocket launcher that was mounted near him and blasting a hole in the awaiting army. "Look at me now, dad!" He unloaded on the Iron Man suits, blasting them to shreds in a second. Cassie cursed.

"Lets end this thing once and for all!" She bellowed, climbing down from the crowd and grabbing her liberated bazooka. The Alpha's saw the building tension and fired their lightsabers up, getting ready to charge.

Like a damn breaking the two side poured towards each other. Half the PolFi students fell right on their face, stampeded by the charging Henchmen. Otto was picked up from behind and unwillingly drove towards a wide-eyed Cassie, who was firing off her bazooka far faster than should have been physically possible.

Ohcrapohcrapohcrap.

He hadn't actually planned on, well, fighting, more just making cool weapons and watching Wing take care of it. Deciding he had no other choice, he grabbed his own lightsaber and prepared to meet the crazy SciTech leader head on.

"For Shotto!"

The battle cry rang high and clear over the din of stampeding feet. All action on the battlefield froze; Wing stopped from where he was about to behead Dylan, Otto halted his thrust at Cassie and the two armies stood still.

"Did… did I just hear that right?' Cassie asked tentatively, looking at Otto with an expression of bewilderment. The Albino looked utterly horrified.

"I'm afraid so," he agreed. The two armies were jostling around quite a bit, trying to find who had made that ridiculous call. Finally a grey-clad girl was pushed forwards as the Alpha's and the PolSciMen formed a circle around her.

Another student stepped forwards bravely.

"Raving for the win!" He declared. It took Otto a second to work that one out.

"Raven and Wing?" His face twisted in disgust. "Are there any more of those out there?"

A second of silence.

"I support Lang!" A Henchmen yelled. Cassie visibly gasped at that one.

"Otting forever!"

"Franzisco rules!"

"Wingleon is the best!"

The last one really got to Otto:

"Ottucy 4 lyfe!"

"You know what?" The Alpha asked, making eye-contact with Cassie. "Screw this war. Lets get them." He gestured to the fifty-or so students who had gathered in the middle and were prepared to fight for their shippings.

"Eh," Cassie shrugged, reloading her Bazooka. "I'm up for it."

"Do you want to do the honors?" Otto questioned, and she held the weapon of mass destruction over her head, turning to the assembled Alphas/PolTechMen.

"WE SHALL ANNIHILATE THOSE BLASPHEMOUS NO-GOOD SLIME TURDS WHO DARE TO DISRUPT THE SANCTITY OF THE SACRED SHIPS OF HIVE! CHARGE, MY COMRADES-TONIGHT, WE SHALL USE THEIR BLOOD TO PAINT A CHAMBER-OF-SECRETS-ESQUE MESSAGE AS WARNING TO THESE BRAINLESS IDIOTS! CHARGE!"

Somewhere else in HIVE, Nero and Raven made a mad dash for the Shroud hanger. The tankless, Katanaless assassin was keeping a weary eye out for attacks, although she knew that most of them were gathered in the main cavern ready to battle.

If she knew some of the shippings they were throwing out there, she would have been in the heart of the battle and killing all the Raving supporters that were ever to live.

Instead, she was running with Nero for their get-away-vacation-that-most-definitely-wasn't-a-ho ney-moon. Just like the ring he had given her wasn't to make her feel more like Frodo Baggins.