Chapter 11 - Diplomacy
Amanda attempts to negotiate between the Warrior Queens and Matriarchy of Blood.Here's the next chapter. It's rather short. I wanted to make it longer, but realized if I did. The chapter would be incredibly long. So I decided against it. I was thinking about how much is left of this story. And I think there's only about 3 or 4 chapters left of this story. I'm quite happy. It's nearing completion. I have some awesome plans for Amanda's next origin stories.
Hope you enjoy!
Protector
by capta
So far…
Marie is the second-in-command for the Warrior Queens. She kidnapped Amanda and brought her to her boss, Irene. Leader of the Warrior Queens. A fight breaks out, but Irene intervenes to stop it. Amanda tells her how she would like them to stop making and distributing Liquid Amazon. Irene tells the Indagator she'll stop if the Matriarchy of Blood stops. Amanda goes to the opposing gang and talks to them. They tell her the same thing. To resolve the impasse, Amanda offers to negotiate with them. Both gangs agree.
Chapter 11 – Diplomacy
Officer Craig gawked at Amanda, stunned.
“You want to arrange a meeting between the Matriarchy and Warrior Queens?”
The Indagator nodded.
Craig shook his head in disbelief, “you’re goofy.”
“I’m serious,” she responded.
Craig stood up and peered at his corkboard. Several grainy, black-and-white pictures covered it, every photograph connected with red yarn, “skirt. I gotta say. This plan's baloney. What makes you think this'll work? We're deal'in with hoods.”
“I got them to agree.”
“Applesauce.”
Amanda rolled her eyes, “I did.”
A sigh, “dame. We’re working with goons here.”
“I know,” the Indagator responded.
“Do you though? Do you understand what criminals are?”
Amanda sighed, “please officer. I want to fix this problem.”
He turned around and faced her, “look, Dame. I don't-” he stopped and thought. Then, with a resigned sigh, he spoke, “this plan's baloney. I don't think it'll work.”
“How do you know if you haven’t tried?”
“Look. Indagator. I deal with alotta goons. It’s impossible to negotiate with them.”
“Are these your typical goons?”
The officer stared at Amanda. Then sat down, “if you want to do this. We'll need to make arrangements with more officials. I'm talkin', governor or his cohorts.”
“Can you help me with it?”
“I can try. Al Smith is campaigning right now. Elections are in November. It’s risky.”
“Please, do what you can.”
Amanda didn’t know how. But Officer Craig made the arrangements. She stood in the Gas House District, by the docks. Her steel sword was strapped to her back. It sat sheathed in an open scabbard. Holstered pistols hung from her belt. Craig was with her.
“Don’t you think bringing weapons was a bad idea? I want a negotiation. Not a battle.”
Craig looked at the mare, “Indagator, we’re deal’in with hoods. Mutated, super-strong hoods. I'm not taking chances.” Two policemen accompanied Craig.
A short while later, giant amazonian women appeared on either side. A moose anthro and a deer anthro approached Amanda. She identified Marie and Martha. Irene and Rita, leaders of the Warrior Queens and Matriarchy of Blood, were absent.
“Bluenose.” Marie stared at Martha, her gaze venomous.
“Pushover,” Martha grumbled back, harshly.
Marie’s face twitched, “dope fiend.”
Martha narrowed her eyes, “dope peddler.”
Marie clenched her fist, “you’d look better with some chin music.”
“Do it. Dumb Dora.”
A step, “excuse me,” Amanda spoke up, “there will be no need for that.”
Both amazons glared at her. They stood a distance away from Amanda. Their enormous endowments demanded it. As did Amanda’s own gargantuan genitalia. Despite this, Amanda was obviously shorter.
“I would like the two of you to stop making and peddling Liquid Amazon.”
The policemen looked downright puny behind Amanda. She smelled their unease, tinged with fear. Both amazons backed off.
“I’ll stop when they stop,” Marie glared at Martha.
Martha scoffed, “I’ll stop when they stop.”
“Can both of you stop simultaneously?” Amanda asked.
“Maybe. As soon as we stop. These saps,” Marie motioned to Martha, “will just make more.”
“Applesauce. If we stop these pikers won’t,” Martha retorted.
Marie clenched her fist.
“I asked if both of you could stop at the same time.” Amanda reiterated.
“How's a pushover like you going to assure that?” Marie spoke, her voice boiled with odium, “the Matriarchy of Cowards is nothing but a bunch of baloney.”
“Says the professional lily-livers,” Martha shot back.
“I’ll show you who’s weak!” Marie moved.
“Excuse me!” Amanda shouted and got between the amazons.
CRUNCH! Amanda’s breath left her. Her bones shattered. Her massive breasts compressed underneath the simultaneous blows. Amanda’s absorption pads got soaked in mere seconds. The Indagator’s eyes shot wide. She staggered back and collapsed. Her vision blurred, her breathing grew labored. A dull ache throbbed. She watched blurred images pummel each other. The policemen panicked and got out of the way. Craig looked at Amanda. His mouth moved. But she heard nothing. Her arm moved, sluggish. And grabbed a vial off her bandolier. She drank it; her body stung. And quickly mended.
“Indagator! We gotta scram!”
Amanda’s vision returned. Amazon’s brawled.
Amanda scowled, “not if I can do something about this.” She got to her hooves, pulled out her pistols, and pointed them at Marie and Martha, “STOP THIS RIGHT NOW!” She shouted. But got ignored.
An amazon punched her. Amanda winced and stumbled, “Shit!” she shouted and quickly moved. Her bones, which had just mended. Broke again. Blood soaked her armor. The policemen joined her. She ripped another vial off her bandolier and downed it. She shuddered and healed. Fire burned her veins. She grabbed another vial labeled “Indagator” but stopped.
“Indagator! What bunk plan do you have?! We need to get out of here!” Craig shook her.
Amanda tucked the vial away and stood. She sprinted behind cargo containers, firing at the amazons. Then, moved behind a wall. Marie and Martha charged her. Amanda holstered her pistols and drew her sword. A strike narrowly missed her. She pirouetted around with her blade but pulled it. She didn’t want to kill them. Still believing in diplomacy. A fist landed on her back. Her bones caved. She sidestepped and spun. Amanda held another attack. Her back flared, she grimaced, and staggered into another blow. CRACK! Her skull fractured, vision blurred. Another blow landed squarely on her spine. She collapsed and dropped her sword. Thud! She fell like a log. Amanda couldn’t feel her legs. She crawled. Her legs dragged behind her like a rag doll.
Two amazons towered over her, cracking bloodied knuckles. Bullets skipped off their swollen muscles. The amazons turned and left. Craig rushed over, “Amanda! Can you get up?!” Men screamed and bodies snapped. Craig looked. His eyes shot wide, and he shakily drew his gun. The man shook like a leaf. “Indagator! Please!” he hollered desperately. He fired. Amanda grabbed another vial and downed it. Her organs broiled. She clenched her jaw and held back a scream. Her body knit together. The feeling in her legs returned, and she grabbed her sword. She readied her blade. Marie and Martha quickly approached.
Around her, giant amazons lay on the ground bleeding. While others barely stood, bruised and beaten. Numerous amazons fought. A quick assessment told the Indagator to flee. She sheathed her sword with a flourish and threw Craig over her shoulder. She bolted. The amazons didn’t pursue her. She stopped and set Craig down.
“FUCK!” she angrily punched the wall. It cracked. “I’m a lily-livered piker!” she kicked the wall, enraged. “I walked in like I had it and failed!” she continued to yell.
“Amanda!” Craig shouted, “Beat’in the wall like a palooka won’t fix your mistake!” his voice turned somber, “or mine.”
Amanda froze and looked at Craig. Tears stained his eyes.
“We made it out alive,” he mumbled.
“Because we fled like cowards!” Amanda raised her voice. Tears ran down her muzzle.
“DO YOU THINK MY MEN DIE FOR COWARDS?!” He screamed at the top of his lungs.
Amanda’s rage evaporated. A deep sense of empathy silenced her.
“We survived Amanda. We set up a meeting. It blew up, and we made it out alive.”
Amanda pressed her back against the wall she hit. She slid down, “we survived, but at what cost? I failed.” Her head hung limp, “what kind of protector does that make me?”
Craig sat next to her, “one that makes mistakes.”
Amanda looked at him, weak.
“Listen, I've been a police officer for a while now.” He motioned to white wisps of fur on his muzzle, “I've failed more times than I can count.”
Amanda listened.
“It’s painful. Especially when people die. Doesn’t mean everything’s over.”
Amanda looked at Craig. She recalled her time at the breeding center. When she encountered the various versions of herself.
“Come on, Amanda, let's stop these goons,” he said, extending his hand.
Amanda took it, careful not to put any of her mass on it, and stood.
“Find another solution,” he patted her on the back, “let me know if I can help.”