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Save State Hero 3 -ch 22-
🕑 Added 2025-06-24 06:06:35 +0000 UTCChapter 22
Iren shook herself pulled off her sports bra and short-shorts, kicked her shoes off, and then just left it all on the ground. She was naked in all her glory once again.
âDoes he really spend that much time in a bed with you?â asked Dot, looking at the Dragon. She didnât seem bothered anymore and really just sounded curious.
At least to Edmund she did.
âYeah, he does,â Iren said with a wide grin. âHe needs a new name like Duncan McOkiner when it comes to me I guess. Half the time I push, half the time he pushes. I have no idea why itâs this way but I really like it.â
Iren walked into the elevator shaft, grunted, then sighed.
âThis is going to be a really damn tight squeeze. Just come up behind me and weâll figure out what to do at the top,â Iren stated, then suddenly laughed. âHa⌠he likes to come up behind me for a tight squeeze. Last time he even told me so. Maybe Iâm not all clapped out after all.â
âDuncan⌠what?â Harper asked, shaking her head. âDuncan⌠Duncan?â
Iren was shifting into her full Dragon form inside of the elevator shaft. Dot, Edmund, and Harper all moved tot he door to wait.
âDunking my cock in her. Duncan McOkiner,â Dot mused dryly. âI hate how amusingly witty she is because even I end up laughing at her jokes.â
Iren only laughed and started crawling her way up the elevator shaft. Her body didnât quite fit and she was forcing her way through it. Her shoulders, back, and hips knocking everything and anything off that stuck out in the shaft.
âDunking⌠ugh. I really should have seen that one. It is funny though,â Harper admitted with a smirk. âDoug Inher? Neil Onâmae?â
Dot only sighed, pressed a hand to her head, and then entered the elevator shaft. The blue shield sheâd been holding out in front of them was now above them. Another appeared below her with a strange hand flipping gesture.
âHeh, dug in her and kneel on me? Nice,â Edmund said and joined Dot in the elevator with Harper.
âYou did kind of kneel on me, Teddy honey. Or the backs of my knees? Hm. Well, it was interesting at least,â Harper mused and looked up.
âHe does do that doesnât he,â muttered Dot and then lifted her hand up. All three of them began ascending upward.
âOz? Srit? Either of you wake up?â Edmund tried, wanting to change the subject away from the fact that if all the women he slept with compared notes, he likely wouldnât be able to hide much about his preferences. âOr are we still too deep in Zeus territory?â
There was as of yet, no response.
âI suppose that also tells us that you wonât be able to use Save-states yet,â Harper remarked as they were moving up behind Iren as she slamed, climbed, and battled her way upwards. âIâm thankful Iren is with us because she can obliterate her way through everything but in the same breath⌠she looks like she canât even take a full breath.â
âI-canât,â panted Iren above them, her tail hanging limply down toward the shield.
Wither her speaking, Edmund realized what he was staring at.
He was quite literally gazing straight up into Irenâs undercarriage and all it entailed Edmund looked down instead.
âUh, yeah,â Harper said, looking down as well. âSorry, Iren.â
âSâfine,â she got out as she continued to push upward. Itâd be at least another three hundred feet. âThis is-for my Teddy!â
By this point, Dot had looked down as well. Not one of them wanted to look up into Irenâs backside.
It took an entire minute of Iren grunting, crawling, and taking massive chunks out of the shaft as she went, but they ascended out of the depths. Iren leading the way through the shaft with a single mindedness that Edmund had to admire.
âAlright, the elevator box⌠cab⌠thing is above me. Iâm going to tear it open and get moving. You can handle everything falling, right?â she asked.
âYes, weâll move to your left side just in case as well so you can toss it down to the right,â Dot said and quickly herded Harper and Edmund to one side. Moving the two of them to the wall and doing the same herself.
All three had their backs pressed to the wall and Dot quickly shifted the shields. Everything was angled down and away.
âOkay! Here we go! Remember to reward me lots, Teddy dear,â Iren growled and then her whole body shuddered to one side, and jerked to the other. âLots and lots! Several clutches!â
Followed immediately by a resounding boom and clatter.
Debris, hunks of steel twisted electrical components, and what looked like wiring, were all tossed to the side. Falling down the elevator shaft into the darkness below.
People above began screaming even as Iren continued to reach up, tear things out, and drop it down to her side. Then gunfire came.
âFrickinâ itches! Fuck you!â Iren shouted, the âyouâ becoming a breath of fire that absolutely lit up the entirety of the shaft and partially roiling down it.
Pushing past the shield that Dot had put up it billowed partly down the shaft.
âBitch, thatâs my eye,â hissed Iren punching at the elevator above her. Then threw her clawed hand to the side.
Edmund watched a woman tumble past. Wearing what looked a lot like a security uniform, a rifle held in front of her by a strap, she cartwheeled into the darkness of the shaft below.
Iren shifted upward, then she curled oddly. Her whole body pitching forward.
Only to start leaving the shaft, clearly she was pushing her body through the elevator doors now and exiting out to wherever it went.
âTeddy, weâre just trying to get out far enough that you can utilize this as a Save-state, right?â Dot asked. âBecause⌠because you can tear out branches from Save-states and put it elsewhere?â
âYeah,â Edmund agreed. âThatâs the point, yeah. I just need a Save-state I can use so I can rip out the cube from it and put it elsewhere. Iâm⌠at this point it really feels like Iâm just looking to construct a single Save-state out of the myriad Shadow-states that will never exist.â
âBut there are also places that arenât Shadow-states that are just alternate worlds, right?â Harper pushed as Iren squeezed through the elevator doors. Her large body just too big. The walls were shattering, breaking, and steel was screaming as her body violently pushed it apart. âCan you tell the difference between an alternate world and a Shadow-state?â
Edmund raised his eyebrows at that.
Harper wasnât wrong, there were indeed alternate worlds, but he hadnât really been to them or looked into them. Mostly because he had no Save-state to get into in them.
âYeah, I donât exist in them,â Edmund said, crystalizing his thoughts as Dot began moving them up to the elevator doors now that Iren had wriggled through it. âIf I donât exist in the world, itâs an alternate world. A paralell world. If I exist in it, itâs a Shadow-state. Thereâs only one of me, after all.â
âThat makes a lot of sense,â Dot said as they reached the elevator doors. The shield shifting around to block the entry as the platform was settled.
Lifting his rifle up, Edmund began moving forward no sooner than it was stationary. Walking into the elevator bay that Iren had gone into only moments ago.
What he saw was a wide elevator lobby and waiting area. There were large glass doors on the far wall and no windows at all. The wall was solid and secure looking without the possibility of getting light into this location other than the doros.
There was also a large number of security personnel here as well as what he could see outside. People lining up on the street and waiting with weapons raised.
Well that exit is fucked. Maybe we can figure out another way out.
The big Green Dragon was currently low to the ground to the point that her belly was scraping the floor. Her shoulder blades were too high for the room and she once again was size restricted.
It didnât seem to slow her though. She was using her neck and head to kill at the moment since her arms and claws were somewhat limited use at the moment.
A coiling of her neck, shifting forward, then lashing out with her head. Her jaw catching up a security force officer, and dispatching them with a grizzly clench of her teeth. Several chewing motions as she drew her head back followed by a flick of her jaw, flinging the remains of the person off to the side.
The bloody and broken body slamming into a wall and then piling up on the floor. One arm mostly chewn clean off and most of the body mangled beyond recognition.
Shit.
Iren is terrifying. Sheâs only gotten stronger and stronger.
Moving forward Edmund put the barrel of his rifle right up to the shield and glanced to Dot, who nodded her head at him. Looking ahead Edmund sighted up on the nearest of the security guards and fired.
A single burst of fire sent the person to the ground. Their body locking up as if Edmund had struck their spine. Shifting his weapon to the side Edmund moved forward. Keeping pace with the shield that Dot was supplying.
Sighting up another enemy he put several rounds into them and sent them crashing to the ground.
A third, fourth, fifth, and sixth all was put do the floor. Even as some of them fired back at Edmund, their rounds mushrooming against the shield Dot had erected.
The flashes of pale blue light each impact caused caused Edmudn to flinch a bit but he trusted in her magic. The two women behind him were keeping in step with him as he himself trailed along behind Iren in her rampage through the elevator lobby.
Irenâs head flung another ruined person through a desk and pushed on toward the door. Almost as casually as could be she put one large eye down in front of the door and peered through it.
Only to immediately jerk her head away and turn around to survey the room.
Edmund was changing the magazine in his rifle as heâd lost count of the rounds heâd fired but it was willing to bet they were minimal. He stuffed the used magazine upside down into his carrier and looked around.
There were no more security assets standing.
âGoing outside looks fucked,â Iren declared.
âTear a hole in the ceiling. Letâs just go upward. Make a hole, babe,â suggested Edmund. âDot, how much does it cost you to keep that shield up?â
âNot much. Even if they shoot it, it doesnât change the cost. I have a deep well to pull on and familiars are strong,â Dot offered up quickly.
âPut the shield at the door. Harper, go stand in that doorway and take up the role of action-heroine since Iren is playing wrecking ball. We want them looking at the door, thinking weâre exiting,â Edmund ordered. âRather than us planning a secondary exit.â
âThe ceiling! Good idea. This is why I love you,â Iren stated, twisted her head around, then just slammed her horns into the ceiling.
It started giving away with a crackling and shearing noise as it was torn into.
Harper moved to the front door while cradling the machine gun appropriately. While she didnât look like someone who would normally be wielding such a weapon, she had trained just as much as Edmund had.
Legionnaire training followed a stolen mantra that fit almost too well. Every Legionnaire a rifleman was a core tenant ripped straight from the marines and made true.
Harper kicked the door open, dropped the machien gun into a hip firing position, then began letting out a stream of simple burst fire runs. She worked the weapon effortlessly and moved it from the far left, to the far right.
Her face was lit with the flash of the muzzle and the outside sun.
She was beautiful in her indifference to the situation and willingness to put herself on the line for him. Standing in that doorway unflinchingly as those outside fired back at her.
Iren slammed her head into the ceiling several more times, then rolled over onto her back. Reaching up to the ceiling with her front claws and back legs, she slashed at it in a way that reminded Edmund of a cat.
The ceiling gave way in a mess of tangled materials being flung off to the side.
Stretching upward into the hole, Iren partially vanished inot the hole.
It looked as if she were squatting now and more ceiling materials began falling to the ground at her feet. The crashing and booming of her clawing her way through the ceiling was loud.
After several seconds, Iren stood up taller. Her legs spreading out and her feet getting set wide apart and even more material began falling to the ground. Ceiling tiles, wooden beams, carpet, and even a computer of some sort.
âUh, oh! Okay! This isnât a very big building! I found the ceiling. Time to go!â Iren called and settled down onto her haunches and leaned her shoulders down. âClimb on! Hold on tight. Iâm not that magical and unless youâre hanging on tight, youâll fall right the hell off.â
Harper pulled the door shut, walked over to Iren and tossed the weapon to the side.
âHow the hell did Bastion manage to stay on top of Falkor,â she blurted out even as she started climbing up onto Iren. âIâll sit up front, Edmund in the middle, Dot at the back. Because our dear sorceress can probably keep us stuck together and on Irenâs back.â
âI most certainly can,â Dot agreed. âAnd Falkor was a luck Dragon, thatâs the answer in and of itself. Isnât it? Lookedl ike a damn dog though rather than a Dragon.â
âWait, youâve watched that movie?â Edmund asked climbing up onto Irenâs back and settling down behind Harper.
âI most certainly have. Iâve been going through all the silly movies you and Harper quote, watch, and have memorized. Ellie and Alina are doing the same you realize,â Dot stated and sat down behind Edmund. She reached around him and Harper both and locked her hands to Harperâs hips. âAnd donât act like you havenât tried to learn more about me, Alina, or Ellie, either. Weâre all looking into one another.â
âMan, I wish I could do that. But Iâm still the only one who doesnât remember. Even Harper remembers now. Itâs not fair,â Iren whined, then laughed. She bunched herself up like a cat getting ready to pounce.
Then launched herself up toward the ceiling three floors above them. She had clawed her way straight up to a point where light had begun filtering down from a hole sheâd made.
Iren jumped.
With a clattering boom she blew out through the top of the building, straight through the ceiling, the roof, and out into the gloomy day. Heavy dark clouds were overhead and were in the middle of either getting ready to rain, or had just finished raining.
It was cold, misty, and felt quite gray.
Iren started flapping wildly no sooner than sheâd cleared the building. Pumping them firmly and quickly gaining altitude. Pushing up into the sky faster and faster, moving into the bulk of clouds and fog.
âThink theyâll figure it out!?â Harper called out against the whipping wind.
âI mean itâs a giant damn hole in the building!â Edmund answered with a chuckle. âItâd be impossible for them not to figure it out. The question becomes âwhenâ really, and what their response is.â
âDragon Police,â Dot asserted. âOr Dragon military assets. This world is Dragons and Humans, remember? Theyâll be on us fairly quickly once they figure out where we are.
âThough I wonder how radar works on Dragons. Do they show up? Would magic reflect it? How does it interact?â
As if her questions had provoked more than idle thoughts, Dotâs shield reformed around Iren. It shifted into sharp angles and sloped planes that were all angled away from the ground.
Well, itâs the best we can do. The best we can try.
Itâs not as if we can do much of anything else as weâre trying to make our escape. Or at least, get far enough away that my Save-states start working again.
Edmund took that moment to open his Save-state ability and see how it was looking. If they could jump to another Save-state then this operation was all done. They wouldnât need to remain here for a moment longer.
Except his current Save-states were still red and most of it unresponsive.
He could see them all and how it all was laid out, just not access any of it.
âSomethings different!â Edmund shouted. âI still canât utilize my Save-states! Iâm wondering if Skipperâs done something! We might need to run her down and go from there maybe!â
âThat sounds impossible!â Iren called back. âHow do you find someone who can see the future and plan it out accordingly that you donât ever find them? I mean, if I were here, Iâd just hide and keep you stuck here if I had the ability to stop you from leaving!
âGet you to die of old age or just lock you here forever! Why would I try to force something to happen when all I really have to do is let time take care of you?â
Well shit.
Thatâs a really good point.
If Skipperâs goal is just to kill me, then all she really has to do is lock me in here and send the worldâs forces after me.
Then thereâs the problem of finding her, when she can see the future.
She could literally just go to any location that she wants and peer ahead to see if we find her there.
Only to just keep changing till she finds a spot that we donât find her for a while, then leave when the time grows close.
âWell, Iâd say thatâs as good a time as any to go find Farady and Cashatok!â Harper suggested. âHunker down, figure out this cube, and what to do next!â
A gout of flame washed over everyone and rolled off the shield in the next instant, followed by a bright Red Dragon flying by.
They were wearing strange armor that looked a lot like a uniform.
âIren, I have no idea what to do, canât see much, and weâve been found,â Edmund admittedly plainly. âIâm open to ideas.â
âFight free, preferably over the ocean, and then find a place to lie low!â Harper immediately interjected. âBoats are slow, planes are easy for us to pick off, and the open ocean would be a lot harder for them to militarize against us without planning!â
âI love it!â Iren said with a laugh. âWhich ways the ocean.â
No one had an answer to that as they flew through the cloud bank.
