You think your rights are sacred. You think you live in a bubble. Well I’m here to tell you they don’t exist or persist without a keen eye standing guard. You swear an oath to uphold the constitution. To freedom and its dilution into the humanities. It’s a heavy pill for some to swallow to understand that all their sorrow is rooted in a struggle outside their hands. 

So here I am a hidden shield. Black as night that never yields. Always looking for a fight. But don’t think it’ll be fair or clear were and when it’ll happen. I’ve done this too long to be so misguided to think that lines of opposition against opposition stop anything. I’ve delved deeper. I’ve seeped into the wounds. Climactic battles are for the gods the knives and daggers for the royalty and here I stand unphased by the atrocities.

For I am a defender of the light. Backbreaker of the blight the tries to seep in between the cracks and take from us what we’ve created. Too lazy to do it themselves…

General Nimitz is ruminating again in his office overlooking reports from his many lines. He doesn’t exist. He’s a fiction of your imagination. Still he persists. Behind the scenes. Dealing with interdimensional beings. Outsiders and in-betweeners, even the undererers..”

If he had a gavel he’d be a judge but instead he’s a full armed forces contingent of forgotten men and women destined to keep this state of America free from invasion of indivisible things. For an infection is invisible to all but a doctor and the infection of the mind is a possibility to stripe humility from humanity. Head cede no ground. 

Dealing with these dwarves and demons and kreations… exhausting. 

So to his alarm it draws his attention an impotent imp under inspection from one of many of his hidden arms does confess.

“A summoner has come to be, a portal crafter to united to two realities.” It screamed in its captivity. 

“Eleven king moves his forces, lizards set their courses and insects hum with the divine at the prospect of the banquet yet to be met.” 

He reads these things his fist clenches. 

“I swear, there was a dare, to see if lady could fare.”

What am I to do with this information? I can’t just release it to the nation. Not even to its simple generals. Something’s looming on the spindle. 

I will not watch a new holocaust and be named impotent. I've devices to obliterate such things collected over these many years. Gifted. Stolen. Taken. Whatever. 

Chosen? Hardly. I am a man of war. I do the hard things for the soft things to continue. At my finger a push of a button could lead to all destruction and yet here I am idling watching and waiting. Baiting this entity to try me.

I wonder how it’d look in the press. General Nimitz does divest. 55 and still kicking, champion football quarterback. Safety on defense honorable mention. What do you think the tip of the spear should be made of? Something soft like play dough?

I’ve my eyes on these kids and their parents. I’ve got my eyes on this new summoner slave baren. I will not see a new age of slavery pervade even if it means demon invasion. I have the fighting power to repel both and I will enact it when the time is right. I fear no star for I can make one on the planet's surface or in a vacuum.

This king of diamonds can have his wish, a dying people, could be saved if they can play but I am not a person to push or test. Nuclear is an option and atoms can be parted and diamonds do not last forever…

So the general sits there sulking. As the news comes in and developments develop. He’s going to keep things under his thumb. He doesn’t have to inform anyone. Black lists. Back door deals. In the shadows. For our ideals. He’ll be the villain, he'll be the saint. He is the man you ain’t.

Fortitude and obligation to keep this great nation together when it’s given free reign to freedom’s endeavor. 

Assign someone he will, recruit someone to shill. It always happens, it's all under control. The only question is for what toll? He thinks he may have an answer. 

Let them play their little games. I’ll be here with the US of A’s black out army for handling underhanded unimaginable enemies. A gift present from the Queen of England. Such is the responsibility of a super power. It doesn’t just defend itself it defends against everything, hell itself. Should the hour come he’ll have an answer under his thumb.

He’s stuck in a loop now of thought. Good. Now I can get into the grimy details. You’ve got my attention kids. Let’s make this something worth these badges on my chest. I want to meet my ancestors and be known as the best. 

The general picks up his phone. A land line. In his office deep within the crevices of the earth away from things that listen or care to know. 

“New assignments. New directive. Summoner Nora Nebula is our prime objective.”

Obstacle 37. Do Dragons Go to Heaven?