December Twilight: A Winter Fairytale - Sieggy (2024)

Chapter 1: Auley Grimm 1

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It was cold and nearly dark,
On the evening of Christmas Night,

A poor little pup, with rugged hide and numb heart
Curled and shivered just out of sight

Lights were shining from every window,
Their flame looked so warm and bright

In his box were a bundle of matches,
He drew one out- “Scratch!” It gave a warm, wonderful light

The little pup seem to sat by the hearth, with stockings hanging from the mantle overflowing with candy
And Elves singing him of joy, of merriment, of good tidings and of companionship

The Christmas spirit warmed his hide and thawed his heart
But when the little pup reaches out to them, there remained nothing but unlit black

So he rubbed another match and burned the winter light
To keep away the cold, dark night

The luxurious black sedan purrs along the snow-laden road, flanked on all sides by armored military vehicles. Their convoy cuts a stark line through the pristine white landscape, dark against the bright snow.

Auley meekly looks up at Makinen as he speaks, his mismatched amber eyes meeting Makinen's gaze for a brief moment before darting away.

"O-Once again, I express my deepest gratitude for allowing me to accompany you today, Senior Presidential Secretary Makinen."

His voice comes out slightly quiet and reserved as he speaks. One of his furry ears twitches nervously as he glances around the interior of the luxury vehicle. His paws are folded neatly in his lap, claws retracted, unsure of what to do with himself.

The soft black fur on his arms and legs contrasts sharply with the bright white fur of his torso. A few old scars are visible through the thinner fur on his forearms and thighs. His bushy tail is curled neatly around his legs, the tip just barely brushing the floor of the vehicle.

Makinen chuckles amiably at Auley's nervous demeanor "Please, no need to be so formal. I'm delighted to have some pleasant company for the ride. My personal guard there is not much of a conversationalist, I'm afraid." He gestures towards the stoic white wolf sitting silently beside him"I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you before. Is this your first visit to Lapland?"

Auley fidgets with the hem of his jacket, glancing briefly at Makinen before lowering his gaze once more "Ah, well, since I enlisted with RED - that's our central command - I haven't been stationed anywhere outside of headquarters before now."

He leans back casually in his seat, steepling his fingers as he regards Auley thoughtfully "I see. As I was saying, I make frequent trips out here myself to oversee Cloud's operations. The government has invested quite heavily in that company, so I like to keep a close eye on things."

"Which makes your situation all the more fascinating. An outsider brought in to help run such a vital military asset. Highly irregular, I must say. What prompted Miss Gertrude to appoint you, I wonder?"

Seeing Auley shifting uncomfortable in his seat, Makinen chuckles lightly and waves a paw in a placating gesture "Now now, no need to be so tense, my young friend. I've heard Major Owen runs quite a rigorous training program for new recruits there. You should relax while you have the chance."

Auley glances down at his lap as he fidgets with his paws "Ah…y-yes, Sir."

Clearing his throat, he looks back up at Makinen, meeting his gaze more steadily this time "As for why General Gertrude appointed me here… Perhaps the General thought my skills would be of use in Project Helvetti's development."

Makinen closes his eyes, a look of bliss crossing his features as he mimes savoring an imaginary spoonful of soup. "Mmm… It is a terrible shame most of the local establishments around here have closed down. What I wouldn't give for just a small taste of their hearty burbot soup or tender arctic char right about now." He smacks his lips, eyes still closed as he seems to relish the phantom flavors. "Just thinking about it is enough to make my mouth water.”

Auley frowns slightly, his ears drooping at Makinen's words "Has the situation around Cloud really deteriorated that much, Sir? I was under the impression that with the new weapons development contracts, resources for the region would be improving…"

"I'm afraid the situation has taken a turn for the worse in many regions, not just here. While Cloud itself remains stable for now thanks to the new weapons contracts, the surrounding areas have suffered."

He pours a measure of brandy into two glasses, passing one to Auley before continuing "People are afraid, you see. Afraid of the monsters, yes, but also of those sworn to protect them - your kind especially, I regret to say. Well, I suppose it would be more accurate to say everyone but you." He gave the young wolf a wink, taking a slow sip of brandy.

"An invisible protector is a frightening thing to the common beastman. They cannot see you, cannot understand you…so they fear you. Such is the nature of the masses we protect." His words are tinged with pity rather than scorn.

"Now drink up, my young friend. The brandy will warm you on our walk." He raises his glass in a sort of toast before downing the contents.

Auley’s ears flattening slightly against his head as he hesitates. After a brief pause, he shakes his head politely "Ah, no thank you Sir. I…I don't drink alcohol. It's just a personal preference of mine."

Makinen chuckles and waves a paw dismissively "No need to deprive yourself so. Life's little pleasures are a balm to the spirit in trying times."

The vehicles slow to a stop and Makinen peers out the window "Ah, it seems we've arrived."

Auley steps out of the vehicle behind Makinen, his boots sinking into the soft snow with a crunch. His mismatched amber eyes widen slightly as he takes in the sight of the Cloud facility standing stark against the pristine winter landscape.

"Cloud…no, the Lapland Christmas Division…" he murmurs under his breath, a note of awe in his voice.

As a snowflake drifts down to land on his outstretched paw, Auley's lips quirk up in a small smile. He inhales deeply, the crisp arctic air stinging his lungs. Exhaling in a frosty puff, his smile turns wistful "I was rather hoping it would be colder…"

Makinen turns to look at Auley, a slightly concerned expression crossing his features as he regards the young wolf "Auley"

Auley turns to face Makinen, his ears perking up attentively "Sir?"

Noticing the sudden seriousness in the Secretary's expression, the young wolf averts his gaze, staring down at the snow beneath his boots.

Makinen smiles gently at Auley, his expression kind "For many of the soldiers here, this base is the only home they have ever known. I hope in time you will come to see it as your home as well, and find camaraderie with your new brothers-in-arms."

Auley smiles softly, a hopeful gleam entering his mismatched eyes "That is my wish as well, Sir."

Chapter 2: Nicholas Briant 1

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Nicholas' powerful back muscles flex beneath the straining fabric of his tailored shirt, the outline of each ridge and valley clearly defined.

A playful smile tugging at his lips as he gestures to his untucked shirt "Owen, darling, would you be so kind as to help me tidy up back here? I seem to be having a spot of trouble getting my shirt tucked in properly."

Owen's ears twitch at Nicholas' teasing tone, a faint blush coloring his cheeks beneath his fur "Must you always be so brazen, Sir?" Despite his chiding words, Owen steps closer and begins neatly tucking in the back of the polar bear's shirt.

Stepping around to face the Commander, Owen meets his gaze steadily despite the lingering heat in his cheeks. "I cannot help but notice a certain…tension in your bearing today, Nicky. Not the usual easy confidence I have come to expect from you."

Nicholas sighs, running a paw through the thick fur on his head in a gesture of frustration "You're right to be concerned, Owen. Securing Project Helvetti has been a major coup for Cloud, but Gertrude's direct involvement is…troubling, to say the least."

Owen's ears perk up at Nicholas' troubled tone, his brow furrowing in concern "Santa Gertrude? Is there some issue with her involvement?"

He hesitates, seeming to choose his next words carefully "I do not always see eye-to-eye with the General's methods. She can be quite ruthless in pursuing her ambitions."

Nicholas then shakes his head, as if dismissing an unpleasant thought "But let's not dwell on that now. We have more pressing matters at hand with Secretary Makinen's visit today."

Turning to face Owen directly, Nicholas adjusts his tie for the third time, a hint of nervousness creeping into his usual easy confidence "Our last meeting with the Secretary was merely a formality to get the weapons contracts signed. But this time, I expect he'll drive a much harder bargain. Got any ideas on how we should approach the negotiations, Owen?"

Owen nods thoughtfully at Nicholas' question, folding his arms across his broad chest as he considers their options "Hmm…you raise a fair point, Sir. Secretary Makinen stands to benefit politically if this weapons development deal goes through. He likely won't want to sever ties completely." Owen frowns, his brow furrowing. Owen knows that Nicholas has poured his heart and soul into this project. He would hate to see all that effort wasted over politics. "Perhaps we should highlight the mutual benefits. Remind Makinen that our successes here reflect well on him too."

Nicholas nods, his expression thoughtful as he considers Owen's words "I confess, part of my eagerness for Project Helvetti is the potential to improve our soldiers' quality of life here at Cloud. This base has seen far too much hardship already. If we can secure more funding, I aim to change that."

His eyes meet Owen's, determination glinting sharply behind his spectacles "Our men deserve better. Come what may with Makinen, I intend to fight for it."

Owen nods, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth "And we could finally procure the equipment needed to better protect our men in the field."

He pauses, glancing away with a conflicted expression "Perhaps then we would lose fewer soldiers to those monsters…" His voice trails off, fists clenching at his sides.

Nicholas wraps his burly arms around Owen's waist, resting his head gently between the reindeer's antlers. Owen sighs contentedly, reaching up to tenderly scratch behind Nicholas' ears.

Nicholas smiles warmly, nuzzling his face into the soft fur between Owen's antlers "Once Project Helvetti is up and running, perhaps I'll set up some recreational workshops - give the men a chance to unwind and discover new hobbies beyond their duties here."

He pulls back to meet Owen's gaze, a hopeful gleam in his eyes "You should join too, darling. Might help ease some of that tension you're always carrying on those broad shoulders of yours." Nicholas punctuates this with a playful squeeze of said shoulders and a cheeky wink.

Owen sighs, shaking his head though a hint of amusem*nt tugs at his lips "Come now, Sir. You know as well as I that this office would fall to pieces without my oversight."

Nicholas tilts his head forward, sea-green eyes meeting Owen's intently as a playful smile tugs at his lips "Well then, it seems you leave me no choice but to bring my paperwork along to your recreational activities. Can't have my hero feeling neglected, now can I?"

Owen's ears flatten slightly against his head, a faint blush coloring his cheeks "Nick, please…we must be mindful of propriety around the men." He glances away, clearing his throat.

Nicholas laughs heartily, his eyes glinting with mischief as he gently cups Owen's cheek. Slowly trailing his paw up and around one of Owen's antlers, he carefully draws the blushing reindeer into a deep kiss, their tongues dancing together passionately.

As they finally break apart, a thin trail of saliva briefly connects their parted lips. Owen's blush deepens beautifully at this intimate display, bringing a delighted smile to Nicholas' face.

Just then, a sharp rap at the door heralds the arrival of their expected guest. Hastily straightening their disheveled clothing, the two put some professional distance between themselves.

"Come in!" calls out Nicholas in a steady, authoritative voice - no hint of their prior indiscretion present.

Makinen strides into the office, an easy smile on his face as he greets the two officers "Ah, Nicholas! It has been far too long, my friend. You're looking well - much more upbeat than during our last meeting, I daresay."

Nicholas smiles warmly at Makinen as he enters, gesturing to the empty chair across from his desk "Secretary Makinen! Please, come in and have a seat. It's been far too long since your last visit. Owen, would you kindly brew some coffee for our guest?"

The negotiations between Cloud and Secretary Makinen over Project Helvetti stretched long into the evening. As the last rays of the setting sun filtered through the office windows, casting the room in a warm orange glow, Makinen and Nicholas finally shook hands - the deal now finalized.

"Always a pleasure doing business with you, Commander. I look forward to seeing the fruits of our partnership."

He casts a sly glance to his right, where he knows the ever-vigilant Major Owen stands guard over his superior.

"Well gentlemen, I believe our business here is concluded." He strides towards the office door, pausing with his paw on the handle. "You may come in now."

The doors part with a quiet creak as a young wolf beastman timidly enters the room. He turns and carefully closes the doors behind him before straightening up and facing the assembled group, offering a sharp salute.

"W-Warrant Officer Auley Grimm, reporting for duty Sir!" Despite his efforts, Auley's voice comes out quiet and nervous as he addresses his new commanding officer. One of his furry ears gives an anxious flick as he meets Nicholas' gaze for the briefest moment before quickly looking down at the floor. His stance is rigid, almost painfully straight as if he's trying very hard to make a good first impression.

Nicholas smiles warmly at the nervous young wolf, despite Owen's obvious disapproval at his sloppy salute "At ease, Officer Grimm. I am Nicholas Briant, Commander of this facility."

His tone is friendly and approachable as he continues "General Gertrude speaks quite highly of your skills - particularly with drone operations, if I'm not mistaken?"

Auley's ears flatten slightly against his skull as he glances down at the floor, a faint blush coloring his cheeks beneath the silvery fur "I-I specialize in robotics and automation, Sir, with an emphasis on drone operations and AI integration. G-General Gertrude assigned me here to oversee the development of Project Helvetti."

Nicholas looks down at the young wolf standing nervously before him. Auley is shorter than Owen but not quite as diminutive as Secretary Makinen. Still, his slender build makes Nicholas wonder if he will be able to handle the harsh conditions here at Cloud.

Nicholas stares intently at Auley, his brow furrowing as if trying to place some half-forgotten memory. The young wolf seems strangely familiar, though he's certain they've never met before. Nicholas opens his mouth to inquire further but Makinen smoothly interjects, gesturing towards Auley with one paw.

"I took the liberty of bringing young Auley along for the ride today. He's proven to be quite the engaging conversationalist during our trip." Turning back to Nicholas and Owen, he continues "I trust you gentlemen have been apprised of Mr. Grimm's unique situation?

Nicholas Briant scratches his chin thoughtfully, his brow furrowing as he tries to recall the details "I was only made aware that Officer Grimm's assignment here was part of the arrangement with General Gertrude to secure her backing of Project Helvetti."

He glances between Makinen and Auley quizzically "Have I been left out of the loop regarding some other aspect of Mr. Grimm's circ*mstances?"

Makinen chuckles, a sly grin spreading across his muzzle as he glances between the two officers "It would seem that General Gertrude has been keeping a few cards close to her chest regarding our young friend here."

He gestures towards Auley, who shifts his weight uncomfortably under their scrutiny "You see, Mr. Grimm is a rather unique case - he possesses the singular ability to perceive those afflicted with Elf Syndrome, despite not being one himself. A fact which I imagine could prove quite useful here at Cloud, given the high concentration of such individuals, no?"

Owen's eyes widen in shock as he stares at Auley, his usual stoic demeanor momentarily shaken "Impossible… A non-Elf who can perceive us?" He glances sharply at Nicholas, who seems equally taken aback "Is this some manner of jest, Secretary Makinen? Surely what you claim cannot be true…"

Makinen chuckles, waving a paw dismissively at Nicholas and Owen's shocked reactions

Makinen chuckles, waving a paw dismissively at Nicholas and Owen's shocked reactions "I assure you gentlemen, this is no jest. Young Auley here may lack the unique energy signature of one afflicted with your condition, but he possesses the ability to perceive Elves nonetheless."

He smiles genially at Auley, who shifts uncomfortably under the scrutiny "A rare gift indeed. Or curse, depending on one's viewpoint I suppose."

Turning back to the two officers, Makinen's expression grows more serious "Due to his..ah…uniqueness, Mr. Grimm may face certain difficulties integrating with your men. I trust you will endeavor to make his transition here as smooth as possible."

It was sometime later, Owen entered Nicholas' office, his usual stern expression even more grim than normal. He stands at rigid attention before Nicholas' desk, hands clasped tightly behind his back.

"Sir. I have completed the diagnostic tests on Officer Grimm, as ordered." He pauses, shaking his head in disbelief "I still can scarcely accept it, but Secretary Makinen's claims appear genuine. The wolf shows no trace of Elf Syndrome, yet when I manifested he was able to perceive me - and only through his right eye, no less."

Owen's brow furrows deeply, this revelation clearly troubling to his orderly worldview

Nicholas leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers thoughtfully as he considers Owen's report "Hmm… An intriguing development, to be sure. If General Gertrude saw fit to disclose Officer Grimm's unique talents to Secretary Makinen, then she clearly intends for this information to reach us eventually."

He meets Owen's gaze, a calculating gleam behind his spectacles "The good General always has her reasons, though they are not always readily apparent. For now, we should keep Auley's abilities on a need-to-know basis."

Nicholas taps a claw on his desk absently as he mulls it over "Still, a beastman who can perceive Elves without being one himself… Fascinating, and potentially quite useful here at Cloud."

Owen's ears flatten slightly in disapproval, his stern gaze meeting Nicholas' across the desk "Hmph. The wolf seems woefully underprepared for duty here. Sloppy salute, no concept of military discipline or bearing."

He shakes his head, brow furrowing "I cannot fathom why Miss Gertrude would foist such a green recruit upon us, no matter his…unique talents."

Nicholas sighs deeply, removing his glasses to rub at his tired eyes "You make a fair assessment, Owen. The boy clearly has no place on the front lines. But his technical skills may prove useful, given time."

He replaces his spectacles with a wry smile "I suppose some of Gertrude's eccentric whims must be tolerated, for the good of the project."

His expression grows more serious "The men will be wary of an outsider, especially one with such an…anomaly. I would ask you to take Auley under your wing for now - show him the ropes, as it were. Your guidance could help ease the transition."

Owen gives Nicholas a sharp salute "Understood, Sir. I will escort Officer Grimm on an orientation of the facility and assess his capabilities."

Nicholas smiles warmly at Owen "Of course, darling. I know today has been taxing for us both. Once you've finished with Officer Grimm's orientation, you should turn in early."

Owen smirks slightly at Nicholas' words, a hint of amusem*nt glinting in his eyes "We shall see about that, Sir. If you insist on working yourself to exhaustion, then I will remain to ensure you don't collapse atop your paperwork."

Nicholas tilts his head slightly, a playful smile tugging at his lips as he regards Owen "My my, someone has gotten quite cheeky as of late. I suppose I should be glad my second-in-command feels comfortable enough to talk back to his superior." He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers "Though I can't say I mind overmuch. I've appreciated this newfound fiery spirit of yours, Owen."

Owen smirks playfully at Nicholas, a hint of amusem*nt glinting in his eyes "You gave me the courage, Sir. I'll see you soon."

Owen turns on his heels and strides purposefully out of Nicholas' office, closing the heavy oak door firmly behind him.

Nicholas leans back in his chair, a content smile on his face as he watches Owen depart. His gaze drifts down to the now-cold cup of coffee on his desk, the bitter dregs reflecting his own happy expression back up at him.

"I never imagined I could find such warmth and comfort in this frozen place…" he murmurs to himself, shaking his head in wonderment.

Closing his eyes, as he recalls that first heartfelt conversation with Owen about his devotion to the soldiers under his command. He remembers the surge of elation when Owen finally returned his advances after much gentle persistence. And the warmth that filled his chest seeing Owen sleeping peacefully in his bed for the first time.

But then.

Nicholas' smile freezes as the image of General Gertrude flashes unbidden through his mind, his grip on the coffee mug tightening reflexively until…

Crack!

The ceramic shatters, shards scattering across his desk. Nicholas blinks, shaking himself from his reverie as he regards the broken mug ruefully "Ah, damn… That was careless of me."

He begins carefully gathering up the larger pieces, dropping them into the waste bin as he tries to banish the nagging sense of familiarity regarding the strange wolf.

Nicholas sighs deeply, looking out the window to watch the snow fall. His brow furrows in concern. "I pray I'm simply overthinking things…”

Chapter 3: Owen Brayden 1

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The mess hall is filled with the usual chatter and clatter of soldiers on their meal break. At one table, a lively discussion seems to be underway. A snow-white wolf slams his fist down emphatically.

Candyman: "I swear it's true! I saw Major Brayden giving some scrawny new recruit the grand tour. For three days straight now!"

Nathan: chimes in from across the table "Yeah, I was on sentry duty when the pipsqueak first showed up. Name's Grimm or something like that."

Connor: "Weird that he arrived alone instead of with the usual batch of new blood." he shovels another heaping spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth "Mmfph-maybe he's shome kinda shpeshial cashe."

Candyman: glares at Connor "Ugh, don't talk with your mouth full, it's disgusting. But you might be onto something…" he leans in conspiratorially "I bet this Grimm guy is gonna be the new head honcho around here. Why else would Major Hard-Ass himself be showing him around?"

Gracia leans in, a mischievous grin spreading across his muzzle "That’s not the point! You said our mysterious newcomer is a real looker, eh? You gotta give me the details, Nate! What's he like in person? Pretty-boy face? Nice ass? I bet he's a total twink under that uniform."

He nudges Nathan suggestively "C'mon, throw me a bone here! Inquiring minds gotta know!"

Candyman cuts Gracia off with a dismissive wave of his paw "Yeah yeah, we all know the Lieutenant here is thirsty for anything on two legs.”

Nathan chuckles, scratching his chin thoughtfully as he recalls his brief encounter with the newcomer Auley "Heh, yeah…the kid was pretty easy on the eyes, I'll give him that. All slender build and soft features - kinda has a feminine look about him. Though he seemed real nervous talking to me. Poor guy must've been scared outta his mind."

Gracia makes obscene groping gestures, chuckling lewdly "Oh yeah, we got ourselves a nice pair of tit* on the Major, that's for damn sure. But now there's fresh meat too! A sweet young thing, all nervous and needy. Mmm I bet he'd squeal real nice bent over my desk."

He waggles his eyebrows suggestively at the others, but notices they've gone oddly quiet, some wearing disapproving frowns.

Gracia turns around to see Owen glaring down at him, arms folded sternly across his broad chest. The Major's usual stoic expression is twisted into one of clear disapproval and contempt.

Gracia flops back in his chair with an exaggerated groan as Owen strides off, shooting mocking glares at his snickering comrades "Oh ha ha, laugh it up why don't ya! Some friends you jerks are."

He nudges Elmo roughly with his elbow "C'mon buddy, back me up here!"

Elmo gives Gracia a playful smile, his thick fishmonger accent coming through as he speaks "In me 'umblest opinion, Sir…ye totally deserved that one!" He punctuates this statement with a hearty laugh, giving Gracia a friendly slap on the back.

Gracia returns Elmo's grin with an exaggerated scowl, throwing his paws up in mock frustration "Oh sure, laugh it up! Some friend you are."

He leans back in his chair, folding his arms with a huff "And I only made you my aide 'cause the Major insisted I needed a babysitter to keep me in line." Despite his complaining tone, there's no real bite to his words.

Elmo chuckles heartily at Gracia's grumbling, giving him a friendly slap on the back "Aye, ye be needin' someone te keep ye focused-like, lest ye chase after anythin' on two legs again!" He punctuates this with another hearty laugh.

Gracia leans back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head "Still though, it is pretty weird that Major Hard-Ass is taking this new guy under his wing personally. Maybe the kid really is important."

He glances sidelong at Elmo with a sly grin "Either that, or the Major’s finally loosening up that stick up his ass." Gracia barks out a loud guffaw at his own joke.

Elmo shifts his gaze over to where Owen and Auley are seated, squinting to try and make out their blurry forms across the crowded mess hall. He watches them for a long moment before turning his attention back to his meal.

Auley walks alongside Owen as they make their way back to the barracks after completing his orientation tour. His posture is tense but attentive, ears perked to catch Owen's instructions "That should cover everything I needed to see around the base, Sir. I appreciate you taking the time to show me around."

Owen nods curtly at Auley's thanks, his usual stern expression unchanged "It was necessary to provide you with a proper orientation of the facility since you'll be living here."

He pauses, glancing down the empty corridor before looking back at Owen "I see. Though I am surprised more soldiers haven't been questioning my presence here. Shouldn't word have spread about my…situation by now?" His brow furrows slightly in confusion.

At Auley's confusion about the lack of questions from the other soldiers, Owen's brow furrows slightly "Commander Nicholas and I agreed it was best to limit knowledge of your…situation for now. Too much idle gossip would only hamper operations here."

He pauses outside the barracks, gesturing for Auley to enter "I have arranged for the quartermaster to outfit you with standard field gear. Report to the logistics department once we have concluded here."

Auley glances down at the notepad in his paw, his ears flattening slightly in embarrassment "Ah, apologies Sir. I was just jotting down some notes about the facility layout and personnel. I, um, find writing things down helps me remember details better."

Owen raises an eyebrow curiously at Auley's admission "Hmm, most technicians I've worked with rely entirely on their devices for note-taking. A pen and paper is rather old-fashioned."

Auley fidgets with the pen in his paws, glancing down briefly before meeting Owen's gaze again "Actually, I-I was wondering if I might request permission for a small side project? Just a personal drone modification I've been tinkering with. I'd like to have something to demonstrate when the investors arrive."

Auley fidgets nervously with the document in his paws, glancing between it and Owen as he speaks "W-well, in layman's terms Sir, it's a proposal to develop a neural interface for our unmanned drones. If successful, it would allow the operator to control them using just their thoughts and reflexes."

He clears his throat, meeting Owen's gaze more steadily despite the nervous flick of his tail

Owen's ears flatten slightly against his head as he regards Auley, irritation simmering beneath his stoic facade. The wolf's overt enthusiasm grates against his sense of discipline and propriety.

"Such a side project could detract from your primary duties overseeing Project Helvetti's development." He taps a finger on the document in emphasis, meeting Auley's gaze sternly. "I must advise against splitting your focus, especially so early into your tenure here."

Auley fidgets nervously with the document in his paws, glancing between it and Owen as he speaks in a quiet but firm voice "I-I believe I can manage both projects concurrently, Sir."

Owen's frown deepens, his ears flattening against his head in irritation "I must question whether you truly comprehend the scope of your responsibilities here, Mr. Grimm. Project Helvetti is Cloud's top priority. We cannot afford any distractions from its timely completion."

He taps the document sharply for emphasis "We cannot afford any distractions from its timely and successful completion. Cloud's future funding and upgrades hinge on this."

Sighing irritably, Owen folds his arms across his broad chest "Now then, let's move this conversation back on track: What prior military or technical training do you have to qualify you for this position?"

Auley's ears flatten against his skull as he avoids meeting Owen's stern gaze, one paw coming up to nervously scratch behind an ear "Ahh, well…b-before enlisting I did some freelance technician work and, um, a brief stint as a mortician…" he trails off at Owen's sharp interjection.

"I asked about your military training, Mr. Grimm."

Auley hastily straightens his posture, standing at rigid attention before Owen "O-of course, apologies Sir! I completed one year with the 2nd Infantry Brigade before entering the warrant officer program for an additional two years."

Despite his efforts, Auley's voice comes out slightly quivery as he reports his credentials to the imposing Major.

Owen mentally collects himself, forcing his voice to remain steady despite the simmering irritation "I see. And what other major military research and development projects have you spearheaded prior to this appointment?"

Auley fidgets nervously, his ears flattening in a submissive gesture as he glances down at the floor "J-just some minor R&D projects the presiding Santa assigned me during training, Sir. I was m-mostly focused on physical conditioning under G-General Gertrude's command."

Owen's ears flatten against his head as irritation simmers beneath his stoic facade. This greenhorn with barely three years of service now oversees a vital project for Cloud's future, based on nothing more than Miss Gertrude's say-so? The very thought makes Owen's head throb.

The pup's slender physique tells Owen all he needs to know - Auley clearly lacks the constitution to withstand Cloud's harsh conditions, much less take charge of vital operations. Entrusting the future of this base to this green recruit seems the height of absurdity! Owen is about to burst out in frustration before he catches himself, remembering that despite his misgivings, Auley has Gertrude's endorsem*nt.

As much as it grates on him, for the sake of the chain of command he must hold his tongue…for now at least. But Owen is determined to keep a very close eye on this newcomer. One wrong move and he'll recommend immediate disciplinary action to the Commander.

"Warrant Officer Auley Grimm." Owen's voice comes out a key deeper, straining on Auley's nerves. "As you have said yourself, conditions here at Cloud border on inhospitable. We have sacrificed much to bring this facility to where it stands today."

Owen steps closer, his imposing frame looming over the slender wolf. He places a heavy hand on Auley's shoulder, grip tightening meaningfully "Every soldier under my command is as family to me. If Project Helvetti fails, it is they who will suffer for it."

His piercing gaze bores into Auley's, brooking no argument "Your duties overseeing Helvetti take utmost priority. Should you require assistance, you are to request it from myself, the researchers, or Commander Nicholas. No exceptions."

Owen pauses, letting his words sink in before continuing in a low, stern tone. "I understand this assignment comes directly from Central Command, but make no mistake…" His grip on Auley's shoulder tightens painfully "If your inexperience jeopardizes the project or endangers my men, I will not hesitate to recommend your immediate removal. Am I clear, Mr. Grimm?"

Auley's eyes narrow slightly, "Do you know the tale of the changeling, Major?" his voice taking on an eerie, steady cadence as he begins recounting an old fable "They say that one day a mother went to her baby's crib, only to find that the fair folk had spirited away her child, leaving one of their own in its place."

He tilts his head, regarding Owen with an unblinking stare that seems to pierce right through him "This creature resembled an infant, but had a grotesquely large head and coal-black eyes that stared back at her. It did nothing but eat ravenously, befouling itself constantly."

Auley's voice remains perfectly calm and measured despite the macabre subject matter "Distraught, the mother went to her neighbor begging for help with the vile creature that had replaced her beloved babe."

Auley straightens up, throwing one paw up in a dramatic gesture, a strange gleam entering his mismatched eyes "And so, following the neighbor's advice, the mother was finally able to trick the fair folk into returning her real child."

Owen's ears flatten against his head, his eyes narrowing suspiciously at Auley's strange shift in demeanor "What exactly are you implying with this little fable, Mr. Grimm?" he asks sharply, folding his arms across his broad chest.

Auley's smile turns malevolent, his mismatched eyes piercing into Owen's as he continues "It would be quite an unfortunate turn of events, wouldn't it Major Brayden, if the well-meaning neighbor's advice proved false?"

He tilts his head, regarding Owen with an intense, unwavering stare "The poor mother would be left at the mercy of the foul changeling with no hope of reclaiming her stolen babe."

Owen's eyes widen in realization, his muzzle agape. It took several seconds before his expression became one of scorn as he bared his teeth at the wolf.

"You have a lot of nerve speaking to a superior officer in such an insolent manner, Warrant Officer Grimm." Owen growls, his voice low and threatening as he takes a step closer, using his imposing height to loom over Auley.

Auley smiles innocently up at Owen, his eyes wide and guileless "No offense intended, Sir! I was merely reminiscing about an old fairy story from my childhood."

His tone is light and cheerful again, with no hint of the strange intensity from moments before. It's as if a mask has slipped back into place. Auley co*cks his head, regarding Owen curiously "Still, I do think the moral was rather apt, don't you? After all, I'm sure we both want what's best for the soldiers here at Cloud."

Owen narrows his eyes, his ears flattening against his head as he regards Auley. The wolf's strange shift in demeanor has only intensified Owen's suspicion - he is now certain this newcomer has been sent by Central Command to sabotage Cloud.

"Let me make this perfectly clear, Mr. Grimm." Owen growls, looming over Auley intimidatingly "Project Helvetti takes absolute priority here. I expect you to devote your full attention to its oversight and timely completion per orders from Commander Nicholas. Have I made myself clear?"

Auley smiles brightly, giving Owen a cheerful salute "Yes sir! You can count on me to get Project Helvetti completed on schedule, no matter what!"

His tone remains light and amiable on the surface, but there's a sly gleam in his mismatched eyes belying his friendly words.

Owen looms over Auley intimidatingly, his stern gaze boring into the young wolf "I intend to keep a very close eye on your activities here. One misstep that threatens this facility or her personnel, and I will not hesitate to recommend your immediate removal. Do we understand one another?"

There is a tense moment of silence as the two stare each other down. Finally, Owen pushes past Auley and strides off down the hallway without another word, his footsteps echoing sharply against the concrete floors.

Chapter 4: Christmas

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Auley drags himself back into his room, his body swaying side to side before collapsing onto the bed with an exhausted sigh "Haaa…"

He chuckles mirthlessly to himself as he reflects on his tense confrontation with Major Owen. It's only been a few days and he's already made an enemy of the base's Executive Officer. But Auley feels no regret over his bold words and veiled threats.

For the sake of his ambitions here, he is prepared to get his hands as dirty as needed, no matter who tries to stand in his way.

Auley sits up on the bed and reaches for a small wooden box on the nightstand, turning it over thoughtfully in his paws. The box has a sliding tile puzzle lock on one side, giving it a unique and intricate appearance. He runs a claw along the carved grooves, deep in contemplation as he unlocks it with practiced movements.

From within, he retrieves a small cardboard matchbox. Opening it delicately, Auley pulls out a single matchstick capped with red phosphorus.

Scratch!

With a practiced flick of his claw, the phosphorus ignites with a sharp hiss and crackle, bathing his face in warm flickering light.

Auley cups a paw around the fragile flame, shielding it as he stares into its glowing heart. His mismatched eyes reflect the firelight, a strange longing in their depths. The smile that crosses his muzzle now is soft and wistful, unlike the false cheer he shows to the soldiers here. For a long moment he simply gazes into the tiny fire, some memory or vision playing through his mind.

“Hm?”

Auley's ear flicks towards the door as he hears a knock, interrupting his quiet reverie. He quickly snuffs out the match, hiding away the matchbox before calling out "Come in, it's unlocked."

Nicholas ducks his head slightly to avoid hitting the doorframe as he enters Auley's quarters, his imposing frame seeming to fill up much of the available space "Pardon the intrusion, Mr. Grimm. I hope I'm not disturbing you?" His tone is polite yet authoritative befitting his station.

Auley snaps to attention, his ears perking up in surprise "S-Sir Santa Briant! What an unexpected honor." He gives a sharp salute, only to wince slightly a moment later "Ah, apologies for the mess, I haven't had a chance to fully unpack yet."

Turquoise eyes glance around the sparse room, lingering on the matchbox poorly hidden behind the lamp before focusing their piercing gaze on Auley. "I wanted to check in and see how you were settling into your new position here. Major Owen informs me he gave you quite the extensive tour of the facility. I trust it was informative?"

Glancing around the sparse quarters, Auley hurriedly grabs the discarded uniform jacket from his bed and hangs it back up "Major Owen was quite thorough showing me around though, yes. I-I believe I have a solid grasp on the facility layout now."

He pauses, fidgeting with the cuffs of his sleeves "Was there something specific you wished to discuss with me, Commander?"

Nicholas smiles warmly, holding up a paw in a placating gesture "Please, 'Mr. Briant' will suffice - we needn't stand on ceremony here."

Auley quickly responds, ears perking up as he rushes to fetch a chair for the Commander "Of course, Sir Briant! Please, have a seat while I grab one for you."

Auley bumps into the corner in his haste, the chair clattering loudly to the floor "Ah!" His ears flatten against his head, tail bristling in embarrassment as he glances anxiously up at Nicholas

Nicholas's muzzle curved up into a smirk before he bellows out a hearty laugh, clutching his stomach as he struggles to remain upright "Ohoho, my apologies, Auley! I shouldn't laugh, but you reminded me so much of a new recruit I once had under my command years ago."

He wipes a mirthful tear from his eye, his laughter finally subsiding into residual chuckles "So eager to please, and so very clumsy! I eventually had to assign the poor boy warehouse duty just to keep him from accidentally impaling himself on a knife."

Nicholas smiles kindly at Auley, a glint of humor still sparkling in his sea-green eyes "Please, do not feel you need to trouble yourself on my account. I only came by to introduce myself properly and see how you were getting on. No need for such formality between colleagues, eh?"

Auley fidgets nervously, glancing down at the floor as a faint blush colors his cheeks "I-I apologize for the clumsiness, Mr. Briant. I'm still rather green when it comes to military decorum and protocol."

He leans forward, resting his burly forearms on his knees as he meets Auley's downcast gaze "I understand the need for discipline, especially with new recruits. But the way RED churns out soldiers…it's like sending toys fresh off the production line straight into battle."

Nicholas shakes his great shaggy head, sighing "Too much rigidity snuffs out creativity. We need soldiers who can think on their feet, not just blindly follow orders."

He smiles then, the warmth returning to his sea green eyes "In that regard, I find your refreshing awkwardness quite charming, I must say."

Auley's face flushes a deeper red beneath his dark fur as he determinedly stares at the lamp, avoiding Nicholas' teasing gaze "I-I see, Sir. Well then, what did you wish to discuss?" He glances back at Nicholas briefly before looking away again, fidgeting with the hem of his sleeve.

Nicholas smiles kindly, leaning back in his chair as he regards Auley "Please, don't trouble yourself overmuch with formalities on my account. I came by simply to introduce myself properly and see how you were settling in."

Auley fidgets nervously, glancing down at the floor as a faint blush colors his cheeks "I-I apologize, Sir Briant. I was too anxious to approach the other soldiers so far."

"It's only natural to feel some nervousness when joining a new unit. I'm sure in time you'll get to know the men here. We may keep longer hours than most, but these soldiers are good people at heart."

Pausing to sip his coffee, Nicholas continues amiably "I don't expect you to be a born leader straight out of training. Every officer needs time and experience to find their style."

"Yes, Sir…" Auley fidgets nervously in his seat across from Nicholas, ears folded back submissively as he responds in short, cautious phrases to the Commander's friendly overtures.

Nicholas notes Auley's reserved demeanor, so unlike the fiery defiance described in Owen's report of their earlier confrontation. Perhaps the young wolf is simply anxious and unsure of his standing. Or perhaps that brief flash of insolence hints at a deeper resentment simmering beneath the surface.

In any case, Nicholas feels it prudent to extend an olive branch and make Auley feel welcomed into the fold. Many who come here arrive already broken in spirit or mind; the Commander sees it as his duty to salve such wounds where he can.

"You know…" he begins conversationally, taking a slow sip of coffee "I wasn't always the confident leader you see before you today. When I first received my assignment to a northern supply outpost early in my career, I was quite overwhelmed."

He chuckles ruefully at the memory "Fresh from a desk job at HQ, suddenly expected to command soldiers in the field? It was a daunting prospect. I hardly slept a wink that first week from sheer anxiety!"

Leaning forward, Nicholas meets Auley's gaze with an understanding smile "What I mean to say is, it's perfectly normal to feel out of one's depth in a new position. Give it time, learn from those around you, and have confidence in your abilities. I'm certain you'll distinguish yourself soon enough."

There's a glint of humor in his eyes as he says this. Nicholas sits back, taking a slow sip of coffee as he regards the young wolf officer. He seems anxious still, likely overwhelmed by his new position. But the Commander senses no malice or deception from him. Perhaps Owen was too quick to judge…

Nicholas leans forward in his chair, regarding Auley with a kind yet piercing gaze "And should you find the conditions here overly taxing, I expect you to inform me directly. We've had new recruits try to simply 'tough it out' before, often with disastrous results."

He mimes shooting a finger gun at Auley, his tone gently chiding "I promise not to bite your head off for showing weakness, Auley. It's a Commander's duty to ensure his men are operating at peak condition - can't have my new Head Researcher collapsing from exhaustion, now can I?"

Auley nods, a small but genuine smile crossing his lips "The climate here is a fair bit harsher than winters in Germany, but I believe I can adapt well enough over time."

Nicholas frowns slightly, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features as Auley brushes off his warning about the harsh conditions at Cloud. But the Commander smooths his expression a moment later, deciding not to press the issue just yet.

"Very well, I'll have the quartermaster issue you a space heater for your quarters."

"Now then, there was one other thing I wished to…" Nicholas trails off, reconsidering broaching the sensitive subject of Auley's unique status as a non-Elf who can perceive them. Perhaps it would be prudent to give him more time to settle in first before dropping that bombshell on the men.

"Ah, just make sure you take some time to introduce yourself around the base when you can. As I said, we may work longer hours here, but I find simple camaraderie can make the days more bearable."

As Nicholas peers intently into Auley's eyes, he felt that same nagging sense of familiarity wash over him again. It is not an unpleasant sensation, more akin to a half-remembered song whose melody tugs at his heartstrings. And yet…

Nicholas frowns pensively, rubbing his chin as he studies Auley's features "Hmm…now that you mention it, there is something oddly familiar about you. I cannot quite put my finger on why though…"

He trails off, brows furrowing together as he wracks his memory trying to place where he could have met Auley before "Have we crossed paths somewhere previously? Your name and face do seem to tug at some long-forgotten memory…"

Auley fidgets nervously with the hem of his sleeve, glancing down briefly before meeting Nicholas' gaze again "Ah, I'm quite certain this is our first time meeting face-to-face, Sir. Perhaps you caught a glimpse of me in passing back at RED headquarters?"

Nicholas shakes his great shaggy head, still struggling to pin down the nagging sense of familiarity "No…no, I'm quite sure I would remember you if we'd met at RED."

Nicholas frowns pensively as he tries to place why Auley seems so familiar, when the thought occurs that perhaps he is simply projecting his own desires onto the young wolf. After all, Nicholas already has Owen who occupies his thoughts and affections. It would be unfair to burden this newcomer with expectations, no matter the strange sense of kinship Nicholas feels.

With an effort of will, Nicholas pushes aside his conflicted emotions, thumping a fist against his forehead as if to physically drive the distracting thoughts away. He has a responsibility now not just to a single person, but all the soldiers under his command. He cannot play favorites or allow personal feelings to cloud his judgement.

"My apologies, I'm likely just overthinking things in my fatigue after these long days." Nicholas smiles kindly at Auley, hoping his internal struggle didn't show on his face.

Nicholas begins regaling Auley with tales of his exploits in Germany, pausing every so often to ask the young wolf questions about his own experiences. Auley listens with rapt attention, his tail swishing back and forth behind him in unconscious delight at this rare friendly overture from a superior officer. By the time Nicholas wraps up his long-winded stories, Auley is leaning forward in his seat, eyes bright and a smile tugging at his lips despite himself.

Nicholas smiles warmly as he finishes regaling Auley with tales of his past exploits "Well now, I really must be getting back to my paperwork before Owen decides to tan my hide." He chuckles, standing up with a groan and stretching out his broad shoulders.

"Ah, yes…the Major certainly made his, er, displeasure quite clear during our orientation meeting. I fear I may have gotten off on the wrong foot by pushing too aggressively for my side project."

He looks back up at Nicholas, a hint of worry in his mismatched eyes "Do you…have any advice for getting into Owen's good graces, Sir? I would hate for tensions between us to affect my work here."

Nicholas fishes out the matchbox from behind the lamp, rattling it pointedly in front of Auley "You know, our good Major has little tolerance for anything that might compromise security protocol around here."

"Careless handling of flammables and open flames being one such infraction that tends to set him off. Were Owen to catch a whiff of burnt phosphorus inside these walls, I dare say he'd be liable to burst a blood vessel."

Auley's ears flatten against his skull, a nervous flick of his tail giving away his anxiety "I-I see…"

Nicholas studies him pensively "Hmm…you don't seem the type for such old-fashioned methods. Might I ask what purpose the matches serve, if not for smoking?"

Auley glances away, fidgeting with his sleeve "They…they help calm my nerves, Sir."

At this admission, Nicholas' expression softens. He sets the matchbox down, meeting Auley's gaze kindly "Well, we all have our little vices for winding down, I suppose. Though perhaps a less combustible method would be prudent under Owen's watchful eye, eh?" There's a glint of humor in his tone.

Auley's ears flatten further against his skull and he looks down, avoiding Nicholas' gaze "I…I'll refrain from lighting matches if that's what you wish, Sir," he says quietly, a hint of resignation in his tone. His tail droops limply behind him and his shoulders hunch, as if withdrawing into himself.

Nicholas lets out an exasperated groan, rolling his eyes in mock frustration "Auley, I have no intention of dictating your personal habits! Honestly now." He picks up the matchbox, glancing around "Now then, where do you normally keep this little contraband item of yours?"

Nicholas snatches up the matchbox, intending to just shove it away and be on his way. But his movements become sluggish as he stops to examine the tile puzzle lock on the wooden box's cover, curiosity piqued.

"Well now, this is some fine craftwork here. Do you do carpentry as a hobby, Auley?" He traces a claw along the carved grooves, intrigued by the intricate mechanism.

Auley's ears perk up slightly at the question "Ah, no Sir. I'm afraid I don't have the skill for complex woodworking." He smiles faintly, a faraway look in his mismatched eyes "That box was a gift, actually. From an Elf who helped me through a…difficult time about over a decade ago."

Nicholas smiles fondly as he traces a claw along the intricate carvings, memories of his early days in Germany washing over him. Back when he was still an idealistic captain trying to make Santa, never imagining he'd one day command an entire remote base.

"It really does take me back to my first years stationed overseas," he muses aloud, more thinking out loud than actually addressing Auley. "So much optimism and enthusiasm back then to affect real change." His smile turns wistful. "These days it seems paperwork and regulations sap away much of that old passion."

Studying the carved grooves, he quickly deduces the sliding pattern and begins working at the lock, deft claws clicking tiles into place. If this was a gift to a child from one aspiring to be Santa, it would have such playful puzzles worked into it.

Glancing over at Auley as he works, Nicholas' curiosity is piqued. The young wolf would have been just a cub when he was stationed in Germany. What tragic circ*mstances led an innocent child into RED's auspices?

"It took me hours to figure that out my first try…" Auley murmurs in amazement.

"Ah yes, I recall fashioning a similar puzzle box for a child during my early days stationed abroad." Nicholas smiles fondly at the memory "We were trapped together for a time after a building collapse, so I tried to lift the boy's spirits with some impromptu toymaking."

His expression grows distant, lost in the bittersweet recollection "I remember being quite proud of that little trinket…though we sadly lost contact after the rescue teams dug us out." He sighs, shaking his great shaggy head. "That's the trouble with this job - one gets shuffled around so much, faces come and go…"

“...Trapped?”

Nicholas sighs deeply, a faraway look entering his eyes "It was over a decade ago now, during my early days as a junior captain stationed at a remote northern base. We'd received intelligence about an illegal Elf experimentation ring operating in the Christmas Base in the outskirts of Germany,"

It was a dilapidated room the size of a classroom, lit only by the harsh fluorescent lights overhead reflecting off the yellowed padded walls. A young wolf pup sits alone amidst a sea of worn and tattered children's toys. Yet rather than playing, he clutches a bundle of crumpled papers to his chest, ears flattened against his skull and eyes downcast with a haunted look no child should bear.

The door creaks open and Nicholas enters, still a junior captain at this time. He pauses just over the threshold, the funereal atmosphere hitting him like a physical blow. Dread coils in his stomach even as one of his men radios to confirm they've located the last child captive. Shaking off his unease, the captain steps inside, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"Child, are you alright? My name is Nicholas and I'm here to save you."

Nicholas cautiously introduced himself, but the child's unfocused eyes remained downcast, clutching the bundle of papers protectively. As the captain drew closer, the pup tensed, ears flattening against his skull - a wounded animal bracing for more pain.

Slowing his pace, Nicholas carefully stepped over the scattered toys, removing his mask and goggles before kneeling to meet the boy's eyes. His voice was gentle yet firm as he spoke "There's no need to be afraid, I'm here to take you someplace safe."

There was no response. Upon closer look, Nicholas noticed that the fur on the boy’s chest was practically hugging his ribcage. The bear decided to switch priority.

"Are you hungry? Here, you can have some of mine." Nicholas held out his canteen, then unwrapped his ration bar for the pup, but there was still no response from him. It was like dealing with a sculpture.

Nicholas frowned slightly, concern creasing his brow. This lack of reaction was deeply troubling.

Just as Nicholas was at a loss, the boy opened his muzzle for the first time.

Boy: “Death, are you breaking your word?”

"…Huh?"

Boy: “Did you not promise me that you would send your messengers to me before coming yourself?”

Boy: “I have not seen a one of them.”

Nicholas frowns in confusion as the boy finally speaks, his words eerie and disjointed. It feels less like the pup is addressing him, and more reciting lines from some tragic play only he can see and hear.

"Death? Messengers? I'm afraid I don't…"

A certain realization dawns on Nicholas. He waves his paws in front of the pup and sure enough, there is no response. The boy is not an Elf. He can hear Nicholas, but he cannot see him.

Which makes this a bit of a tricky situation. How could he gain his trust? Nicholas combs the room for a solution when his eyes land on a red Santa hat tucked amidst the scattered toys. An idea forms…

Nicholas places the diminutive Santa hat atop his head, the red fabric and fluffy white trim sitting just outside his manifestation range. From the boy's perspective, it would seem a disembodied Santa hat was now hovering in the air before him.

Nicholas smiles kindly at the boy, keeping his voice warm and gentle like in his early days playing Santa "Ho ho! No need to be afraid, my child. I am not Death, but Santa Claus himself! It may not be Christmas yet, but when I heard tell of a brave young lad enduring such hardship all alone, why, I simply had to come meet him in person!"

He reaches into his pack, rummaging around theatrically "Now let's see here…ah! No self-respecting Santa would arrive without presents to deliver!"

Nicholas pulls out his precious Mannerheim Cross, feeling no qualms about gifting it away in this moment to lift this child's spirits. He gently pins it to the boy's gown where it glimmers like a star come down to earth just for him. The kindness and sympathy in Nicholas' voice is genuine, his only wish to offer some small comfort after all the pup has endured.

Nicholas smiles warmly as the medal seems to spark a glimmer of interest in the boy's sullen eyes. Sensing an opportunity, he gently prods "Might a brave young hero such as yourself honor this old Santa by sharing your name?"

The pup hesitates, then speaks in a small, raspy voice "I…It's…Al-"

Heart pounding, Auley interrupts "Was this in Germany, Sir?" His voice wavers ever so slightly despite his efforts to steady it.

Nicholas smiles fondly, lost in the bittersweet memory "It was. My last mission as a junior captain in Germany, in fact, before I entered the intensive training program to become a full-fledged Santa."

As Nicholas works on the puzzle lock, his eyes light up "Oh! I think it's about to come loose!" With a few more clicks of the carved tiles, the lid pops open. He peers inside curiously. "What a shame the decorations on these tiles have faded so much. I still remember the little scene I carved into the puzzle box I gifted that boy-"

Auley stares at Nicholas, his body trembling slightly as he speaks in a quiet but intense voice "The Christmas Tree Cluster. That's what you carved into the puzzle box…right?"

From the puzzle box, Nicholas drew out a small bronze insignia wedged between his shaky digits. Nicholas stares down at the small bronze insignia pinched between his trembling fingers, the serial number and initials a perfect match to the medal he gifted that traumatized pup over a decade ago. "There's…there's no way this could be mere coincidence…" The image of that small, haunted child seems to flicker and overlay itself onto the young wolf now standing before him.

"A-"

"Allen?!"

Auley's eyes widen in shock, his body trembling as he stares at the medal pinched between Nicholas' fingers. Tears begin trailing down his cheeks as he whispers in a choked voice "Santa…"

He starts to reach out a shaky paw towards Nicholas, then seems to catch himself. Covering his muzzle, Auley averts his gaze, ears flattened in distress "F-forgive me, Sir, I don't know what came over me just now." His shoulders hunch, tail drooping limply as he withdraws into himself.

Auley's ears flatten against his head in distress as he struggles to compose himself "F-Forgive me Sir, I don't know what came over me just now. Y-You're my commanding officer, I-I can't just…" He trails off, hastily wiping away tears though more continue welling up.

"I-I'm so sorry for my inappropriate conduct. J-Just give me a moment to collect myself." He grits his fangs in frustration as he fails to rein in his emotions.

Nicholas pushes his paw on Auley's snout, his expression unamused as he stares at the young wolf "Why do you keep assuming the worst of yourself?"

He lets go of Auley's snout, wiping away his tears before lowering himself to meet the wolf's eyes directly. Nicholas' stern frown melts away, a warm smile spreading across his rugged features as he gazes at Auley with obvious affection.

"There is so much I wish to ask you, but for now…" His powerful arms encircle Auley in a gentle embrace "I'm just so very glad to see you again after all this time, my brave little wolf."

Auley nods, returning Nicholas' embrace tightly as the bear gently strokes his hair. Tears soak into Nicholas' shoulder as a decade of buried longing is finally released. The strange familiarity he's felt towards Auley ever since his arrival finally clicks into place.

Nicholas closes his eyes, simply holding Auley close for a long moment, letting the swell of emotions wash over them both. After all this time, after so many bittersweet partings and reunions in his long career…

Christmas has come early this year.

Chapter 5: Elmo Rantanen 1

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The sound of footsteps and muffled conversation echoes down the concrete hallway as two soldiers pass by. One perks his ears up, catching snippets as they chatter.

Soldier 1: "Have you seen the Commander lately? He's been downright chipper the past few days."

Soldier 2: "Yeah, I caught him hummin' some jolly tune when he thought no one was about." The second soldier chuckles. "Reckon it's got somewhat to do with that new techie wolf he's been squirrelin' away with."

A large hand with jet black pelt grabs the soldiers' shoulders from behind to get their attention, his deep voice gruff yet amused.

"Well now, sounds to me like you boys are havin' a might fine time gossipin' away here."

The soldiers snap to attention, saluting hastily when they realize who it is "S-Sergeant Rantanen, sir! We were just, er…"

Elmo chuckles, waving a massive hand dismissively. "At ease boys, no need to get yer panties in a twist on my account. I couldn't help overhearin' some o' that, heh, colorful speculation about our esteemed Commander."

He leans in conspiratorially, the soldiers leaning away nervously. "And seein' as idle gossip tends to spread quicker 'n wildfire 'round here, mebbe it's best we nip this one in th' bud, eh?"

The soldiers gulp audibly, nodding in frantic agreement, eliciting another rumbling laugh from the imposing goat beastman.

Elmo chuckles as he watches the chastened soldiers scurry off down the hall. With a shake of his great horned head, the imposing goat beastman resumes his walk, heavy boots thudding against the concrete floor.

"Heh, greenhorns these days. Always flappin' their gums." He grumbles good-naturedly under his breath.

Such similar gossip has been making rounds lately, but Elmo did not find it strange. There really was not much to do here, so any mildly interesting news would easily find itself the topic of discussion.

The goat took a turn, halting in front of a set of double doors.

"Louis! Havin' fun?" Elmo calls out cheerfully to the guard stationed by the entrance.

Louis: Gives Elmo an exasperated look "It's been a busy day, Sergeant. And I've told you before, call me by my rank on duty."

Elmo straightens his posture and delivers a sharp salute as he enters the office, his boots stomping loudly against the concrete floor. Seated at the large oak desk is the imposing figure of Commander Nicholas Briant, his snowy fur seeming to glow under the harsh fluorescent lights. Standing dutifully at his side is Major Owen Brayden, as imposing and stern-faced as ever.

"Sergeant Rantanen reporting as ordered, Sirs!" Elmo barks out, holding his salute.

Nicholas looks up from the paperwork on his desk, regarding Elmo with a friendly yet authoritative smile "Ah Sergeant, thank you for coming. Please, have a seat." He gestures to the empty chair across from his desk

"I wanted your assessment on our newest officer, Auley. With your… special talents, I would value your insights regarding personnel. How are you finding the young wolf so far?"

Elmo blinks in surprise at the question, scratching his chin thoughtfully "Hmm, well ever since Mr. Grimm arrived, some of the boys have been chatterin' non-stop tryin' to figure out ways to get into his pants." He chuckles, a mischievous glint in his eye "Can't say I blame 'em, the wolf's a looker for sure. Gets the blood pumpin', know what I mean?"

He shrugs his massive shoulders "Otherwise, ain't seen much of him myself. Boy's been keepin' to himself so not many details to share." Elmo smirks, folding his thick arms across his broad chest "Long as it's just harmless gossip, I say let the lads have their fun."

His expression grows a bit more serious then "But if it starts interferin' with Grimms duties here or you want it nipped in the bud, just say the word Sir. I'll set 'em straight right quick."

Nicholas shakes his head, waving a paw dismissively "Best not to make a fuss over idle gossip. Trying to stamp out rumors would only add fuel to the fire at this stage."

He takes a slow sip of coffee, regarding Elmo pensively over the rim of his mug "A better question, perhaps - when you're in proximity to young Auley, what does your 'intuition' tell you about him?"

Elmo scratches his chin thoughtfully, his brow furrowing as he tries to put the uneasy feeling Auley gives him into words "Well now…can't rightly say fer sure seein' as I ain't interacted with the pup much."

He glances between Nicholas and Owen, noting their intent expressions "But whenever I'm around Grimm, I get this pricklin' sensation on my hide, like someone's trailin' the pointy end of a knife up my spine." A shudder runs through his massive frame at the memory.

"My intuition's tellin' me the boy's got a mean streak in him somewhere. Like he's always calculatin' the best way to slit someone's throat behind that shy n' nervous act of his."

Seeing Nicholas and Owen exchange a significant look, Elmo holds up his hands placatingly "Now like I said, that's just my read of him from brief encounters here n' there. Could be I got the wrong impression - my mood ring ain't always accurate if ya catch my meanin'." He chuckles, hoping to diffuse the sudden tension his words brought into the room.

Nicholas frowns pensively, steepling his fingers as he mulls over Elmo's words "Hmm…troubling, if there is any truth to your impressions, Sergeant. We cannot afford to take chances where the security of this facility is concerned."

He meets Elmo's gaze evenly "Therefore, effective tomorrow I am assigning you as Warrant Officer Grimm's aide. You will shadow him and closely observe his activities here at Cloud. At the first sign of anything suspicious, you are to report directly to myself or Major Owen."

Glancing over at Owen, Nicholas asks "Does this course of action meet with your approval as well, Major?"

Elmo scratches his chin thoughtfully "Hmm, well if yer want me keepin' an eye on the pup, might need to set aside a little 'interrogation' room somewhere. Just in case I need to twist his arm for some straight answers, eh?" He winks conspiratorially

"Don't hurt him!" Nicholas almost jumps out of his seat at Elmo's suggestion, he quickly composes himself, adjusting his glasses "Ahem, no need for anything extreme, Sergeant. Simply keep a close eye on the boy's movements for now. If he seems to be engaged in anything untoward, detain him and bring him directly to me or Major Owen for questioning."

Nicholas sighs, pinching the bridge of his snout wearily "I apologize for the outburst, Elmo. This situation with our mysterious newcomer has put me a bit on edge, I'm afraid. Let's just take things slowly for the time being. Does that cover everything you needed?"

Elmo blinks in surprise at Nicholas' sudden outburst, his ears perking up curiously. But the imposing goat beastman knows better than to pry into his commanding officer's personal affairs. So instead he simply barks out "No sir! No further questions from me."

Nicholas looked up at Elmo, his gentle pair of sea-green eyes was gazing apologetically back at the Sergeant’s two jet black horizontal slits. "I know this is not the line of work you wanted, but you’re the only one I can entrust this task with. I am truly sorry to put you in this position, my friend." His tone was sincere and apologetic as he regarded the imposing goat beastman.

Elmo gives a co*cky grin in response, puffing out his broad chest confidently "Aw shucks, don't ya worry none about me, Sir! I owe ya big for gettin' me straightened out. Just point me wherever ya need and these boots'll march on over, come hell or high water!"

He slaps a meaty hand against his thigh, laughing heartily "Ain't nothin' ol' Elmo can't handle. I'll keep an eye on that pup closer than a tick on a hound dog's behind. You can count on me!"

As the goat strides out, Nicholas turns to Owen with a weary sigh, pinching the bridge of his snout Well, that's one potential crisis tentatively averted. Elmo was one of the best Krampus in his days. If anyone can sniff out ill intent, it's him."

Nicholas pauses, looking at Owen with concern "Was that enough to ease your worries, my dear Owen?"

Owen frowns, his ears flattening against his head as he regards Nicholas sternly "With all due respect Sir, I believe you are being far too lenient with Mr. Grimm. His insolent behavior warrants a formal reprimand at the very least."

He begins pacing the office, boots thudding heavily against the concrete floor "Not only does he arrive with barely any practical experience, but now Sergeant Rantanen's report casts suspicion on his motives as well. And you wish to simply…observe and hope for the best?"

"Our men will be the best judges of Allen's performance here. If he proves unsuited for his duties, you have my word I will remove him."

He meets Owen's stern gaze unflinchingly "And were I to discipline him based solely on suspicion and hearsay, what message would that send to the soldiers under my command? That their word means nothing if a superior takes issue with them?"

Nicholas sighs, running a paw through the thick fur on his head "You know I cannot make such a call in good conscience, Owen. Both as this base's Commander and as someone the boy looks up to."

Owen frowns slightly, though there is a glint of humor in his eyes "Weren’t you my 'biggest fan', Sir? Have you forgotten your promise to me already?"

"Owen, I never meant-"

Owen grins, a rare expression of mirth crossing his usually stern features "It was merely a jest, Sir. I am well aware where your true affections lie."

Nicholas blinks, then he chuckles heartily, his eyes crinkling with mirth "I must admit, it does my heart good to see you crack a smile now and then, my dear Owen."

Owen smiles faintly at Nicholas' praise "I have my commanding officer to thank for that, Sir."

His expression quickly turns serious again as he resumes pacing the office, boots thudding heavily against the concrete floor "Still, I cannot approve of such lax oversight regarding Mr. Grimm, but I'll abide by your final decision as Cloud's Commander."

Nicholas smiles warmly at Owen, gently caressing his cheek before cupping the reindeer's chin in his large paw "I know it took considerable time and patience for us to come to an understanding, my dear. And I confess, I was quite smitten with you long before you returned my affections.”

He chuckles, giving Owen's chin an affectionate little scratch "So I am intimately familiar with giving space for trust and fondness to take root."

"Which is why I must ask you to have faith in Auley as well, at least for the time being. Allow him the same chance to prove himself that I gave you. If he fails to live up to expectations, you know I will act decisively. But for now, please just…give him time."

Owen's ears flatten slightly, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as Nicholas gently caresses his face "Sir, I…you know I aim to serve Cloud to the utmost, as both your second-in-command and…" he glances away briefly "…partner."

Looking back at Nicholas, his usual stern expression softens somewhat "Very well. I will defer to your judgement in handling Officer Grimm. But I intend to keep a very close eye on his activities here."

Nicholas smiles warmly at Owen, affection glinting in his sea-green eyes as he gives the reindeer a gentle peck on the cheek “That’s all I ask. Now, if I'm to finish plowing through this mountain of paperwork, I shall require my handsome hero by my side to keep me motivated."

He chuckles, already shuffling through the stacks of forms and reports littering his desk. Owen gazes at Nicholas for a long moment, a tender smile playing about his lips before he too takes a seat beside the bear. Together, they set to work, the only sounds the shuffling of paper and the scratching of pens filling the comfortable silence between them.

Chapter 6: Elmo Rantanen 2

Chapter Text

Over the next two weeks, Auley and Elmo work closely together overseeing Project Helvetti's development across Cloud's various departments. While still somewhat nervous and unsure of himself, Auley gradually gains confidence in directing the project teams, hints of leadership ability beginning to show through his shy demeanor.

Elmo maintains his friendly and helpful aide persona, all the while covertly scrutinizing the young wolf's every move for any signs of suspicious intent or ulterior motives on his or the project's behalf.

Elmo peers over Auley's shoulder at the stack of blueprints and technical documents he's carrying, scratching his horned head in confusion "Uh, not to harsh yer groove or nothin' Grimm, but wouldn't it make more sense to just high-tail it over to the Defense Research boys and set up camp there? Not sure how knowin' what size screws some ancient barrier generator model used is gonna help get Project Egghead up n' runnin'."

He chuckles, giving Auley a friendly slap on the back that nearly sends the slender wolf sprawling head-first into a filing cabinet "I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed, but seems to me we oughta focus on the new tech rather than diggin' through the fossils, ya feel me?"

Auley frowns slightly, ears flattening as he taps the report in his paw for emphasis "The details matter, Sergeant. If the generator teams had noticed those faulty parts, the barrier may not have failed so catastrophically during the last attack."

"Because it did, good soldiers died and the Major was forced to make a suicidal charge to activate the device. I aim to prevent such needless sacrifice by ensuring all techs and soldiers have the knowledge to make repairs in the field."

Glancing back at Elmo quizzically, Auley co*cks his head "Does…that make sense? I wish to compile our technical knowledge into a centralized operations manual. To reduce potential accidents through oversight or ignorance."

Elmo chuckles heartily, slapping Auley on the back softer this time "Aw shucks, ya lost me halfway through that science-y mumbo jumbo Grimm! But I can tell yer heart's in the right place wantin' to put together some kinda manual to keep our boys safe out there."

He smiles, his voice taking on a more serious tone "Gotta say, it's nice havin' someone new around who actually gives a damn 'bout our hide. Ain't never met a non-resident who cared half as much as you seem to." There's a note of genuine warmth and respect in the gruff goat beastman's tone as he regards Auley thoughtfully.

Auley blinks, looking confused by Elmo's words "It's only natural to care about the wellbeing of those around you and do what you can to help them." He tilts his head quizzically "Shouldn't that just be common sense for anyone?"

Elmo shakes his head, smiling at Auley's naive response. "If only everyone thought like you do, pup. But most folks 'round here are too caught up in their own problems to care much about some newcomer."

"Still, yer heart seems in the right place, far as I can tell. And yer pretty face don't hurt neither!" Elmo winks, his tone lightly flirtatious.

Oblivious to Elmo's attempts, Auley looks back down to his document, ears twitching in concentration "I see…" he murmurs absently, already engrossed in analyzing the data again.

Elmo chuckles, giving Auley a playful nudge as they walk down the hallway "Ya sure are puttin' a lotta thought into this project, Grimm. Wish ya applied that much effort to…other areas." He winks suggestively.

Auley blinks, looking confused "What do you mean, Sergeant?"

"Well, when we first teamed up, ya were a nervous wreck - stutterin' over every other word and hidin' behind me whenever we had to talk to the eggheads in R&D. Not exactly oozin' confidence back then." He laughs heartily, giving Auley another friendly slap on the back "But ya've come a long way since! Now ya walk around barkin' orders at those labcoat-wearin' nerds like ya own the place! Heh, puts a proud papa-bear tear in my eye to see ya spread yer wings like that."

Auley fidgets nervously with the hem of his sleeve, glancing away with a faint blush beneath his dark fur "W-well, it's only natural I'd rely on your guidance at first, since you know everyone here already…"

"Heh, ya got that right! Some of the boys even tried puttin' the moves on ya when we first teamed up. But their advances seemed to just sail right over that pretty li'l head of yers!"

Auley blinks, eyes wide in shock "They…they were?" His ears flatten against his skull, a deep blush coloring his cheeks as he glances away in embarrassment.

"Heck yeah! Remember that time Sergeant Conner sat right next to ya at lunch? Ya avoided eye contact with him the whole dang time!"

He shakes his horned head in amusem*nt "Or when ya asked me why the other fellas were givin' me the stink eye? It's 'cause they thought I was hoggin' ya all to myself, ya oblivious pup!"

“I-I thought I and Conner had a good talk.”

Elmo chuckles and shakes his horned head in amusem*nt "He was tryin' real hard to chat ya up, but ya just kept noddin' and goin' 'I see' every time he opened his mouth! Poor fella didn't stand a chance with ya oblivious to his advances like that."

Auley's ears droop down, his shoulders slumping dejectedly "I see-" He quickly covers his muzzle, a faint blush coloring his cheeks "Oh…I should apologize to Sergeant Conner and the others for the misunderstanding."

"Now don't go gettin' yer tail in a knot over it, Sir! Ain't no call for a Warrant Officer to go apologizin' to the grunts over some harmless flirtin'."

He winks conspiratorially "Just make sure to give 'em a proper chance next go 'round if yer inclined. I guarantee they'll be linin' up for a shot at courtin' a cutie like you."

“...I’ll try.”

The rest of their walk was relatively quiet, with Auley only speaking up occasionally to discuss some technical detail of the project at hand. Elmo didn't mind the lack of idle chatter though, having quickly learned that the young wolf was rather single-mindedly focused when it came to his work. And their current task - compiling a comprehensive operations manual for Cloud's various technologies - certainly constituted a massive undertaking.

Auley's ears perk up as he spots Nicholas across the room. A bright smile spreads across his face and he hurries over, tail wagging excitedly behind him. "Nick! I'm back!"

Without hesitation, he dives into the bear's open arms, nuzzling affectionately into Nicholas' broad chest with a happy sigh.

Nicholas smiles warmly as Auley eagerly dives into his arms, wrapping the slender wolf in a gentle yet firm embrace "Allen, my boy! I must have lost track of time going over these requisition forms. But I'm always happy to take a break for your company."

He ruffles the fur between Auley's ears affectionately "Now then, how goes progress on that ambitious operations manual you've undertaken? Have you uncovered any fascinating tidbits in the archives?"

Elmo grins broadly as he observes Nicholas enthusiastically embracing Auley, the bear's fatherly affection bringing warmth to the usually dour surroundings. His sharp eyes don't miss the way Owen shifts his weight from feet to feet though, the Major's usual stoic discipline seeming momentarily shaken.

Instinctively, Elmo peeks at Owen’s expression. "Pftttt!" He struggles to stifle his laughter, shoulders shaking with barely contained mirth at the sight of Owen's obvious discomfort. The usually stern Major trying and failing to keep an even expression is just too amusing for the gruff goat beastman.

Owen Brayden turns his head towards Elmo Rantanen, his ears flattening against his head in irritation at the Sergeant's barely suppressed laughter. "Sergeant Rantanen." His voice comes out low and stern, a clear warning in his tone.

Quickly composes himself and stands at attention, giving Owen a sharp salute despite the grin still tugging at his lips "Sir! Apologies, sir, something in my throat…" He has to resist the urge to glance back at grumpy Owen's pouty face and lose his composure again.

Owen's ears flatten against his head, his usual stern frown deepening at Elmo's barely suppressed laughter "Follow me, Elmo, we need to talk." Without waiting for a response, Owen turns on his heel and strides purposefully out of the room, clearly expecting Elmo to follow.

With a frown on his visage, Elmo follows behind Owen as he is led away from the area, his heart jumping a bit as they near the training grounds. But Owen keeps striding purposefully onward, eventually stopping at an empty meeting room.

Elmo glances around the sparse room, clearing his throat awkwardly "So uh…what didja wanna chat about, Major?"

"I wish to inquire about Warrant Officer Grimm's integration with the men here. Has he managed to build rapport within any of the units?"

Elmo breathes a sigh of relief as Owen asks about Auley's integration with the other soldiers. He thinks back over the past week, recalling the subtle shifts in manifestation he sensed from the various personnel they interacted with in regards to the young wolf officer.

"Well Sir, from what I could tell, most of the lads still feel he's a bit standoffish. Keeps everyone at arm's length, if ya catch my drift." Elmo scratches his chin, chuckling ruefully "At this rate, poor pup's liable to end up the lonely kid sittin' by himself in the mess hall."

He pauses, a sly grin spreading across his muzzle "Now that I think on it, reminds me of a certain Major I know."

Seeing Owen's deepening frown at the gentle ribbing, Elmo quickly moves along "A-anyway, as I was sayin' - Grimm ain't made much headway buildin' connections yet. But that just means more opportunity for ol' Sarge here to take him under his wing!"

Elmo thumps a meaty fist against his broad chest, snorting confidently through his nose "Leave it t'me, Major! I'll have that boy schmoozin' up a storm 'round here in no time flat. Elmo Rantanen's never met a beast he couldn't charm the pants off of…sometimes literally heh heh!"

"What of the project's progress?"

Elmo scratches his chin thoughtfully as he considers Owen's question "Well sir, if this project was a game of Mario Kart, I'd say Grimm's been putterin' along in last place so far. Lots of big ideas in that noggin of his, but not much to show in the way of actual results."

He shrugs his massive shoulders "Far as I can tell, most of his time's been spent buried under a mountain of technical manuals and archived reports. Research is all well n' good, but ya can't win the race if yer still stuck at the startin' line fiddlin' with yer engine, ya know?"

Owen Brayden frowns deeply, pinching the bridge of his snout in frustration "No, that is not the issue here. I believe Warrant Officer Grimm is intentionally delaying meaningful progress on Project Helvetti in order to pressure me into approving his side project."

Elmo's ears perk up curiously "Oh? Sounds like there's more to this story."

He considers the situation - if this was any other soldier pulling such insubordination, Major Brayden would come down on them swift and harsh. Yet this newcomer seems to have enough clout that even the legendary Hero of Cloud is wary. Elmo senses there are deeper undercurrents here that Owen is reluctant to disclose.

Briefly, Elmo is tempted to use his unique talents to try and read Owen's true feelings on the matter. But just as quickly he shakes the thought away - he swore off manipulating others like that after the incident with Mason. Whatever Owen wishes to share or not is his own affair.

Owen's ears flatten slightly against his head as he glances away, clearing his throat awkwardly in the ensuing silence "Ahem. Yes, well…I believe I've taken up enough of your time, Sergeant Rantanen. Unless you had anything further to report on Officer Grimm's activities?"

He meets Elmo's gaze, expression neutral though there seems to be an undercurrent of tightly-controlled emotion behind the Major's usual stern facade. Likely residual embarrassment at being caught off-guard earlier, combined with frustration at Auley Grimm continuously testing his patience.

In any case, Elmo surmises Owen's impromptu 'debriefing' here was merely an excuse to extract himself from the uncomfortable scene in Nicholas' office just now. Best not to poke Owen with questions, lest he earn the reindeer's ire.

Owen nods curtly "Very well then. I expect Nicholas and Mr. Grimm have concluded their business by now. Let us rejoin them."

As Owen turns to leave, Elmo hesitates "Ah, beggin' yer pardon Sir, but didja have any other questions about the pup? Can't imagine ya dragged me in here just for that tiny status update."

Owen pauses, one ear flicking in irritation "Have you completed your evaluation of him yet, Sergeant?"

Elmo shakes his horned head "No sir, still observin' the kid's movements fer now."

Owen sighs almost imperceptibly "Then there is nothing more to discuss at this time. Come, let's get back." He strides from the room without glancing back, boots clicking sharply on the concrete floor.

Elmo returns to Nicholas' office after escorting Auley back to his quarters, finding the Commander alone and tidying up his desk. The reindeer second-in-command is conspicuously absent. Clearing his throat to announce his presence, Elmo strides up to the desk and delivers a sharp salute.

"Sir! Just droppin' by to provide an update on the pup's progress…or lack thereof." He adds the last bit under his breath with a wry chuckle. "Seems young Grimm is still draggin' his heels gettin' Helvetti off the ground. Reckon the Major's suspicions 'bout him anglin' for side project approval might be on the nose."

Elmo pauses, glancing around the office curiously "Speakin' of which, where'd our esteemed XO stomp off to anyhow? Ain't like him to wander far from your side durin' work hours."

Nicholas smiles warmly at Elmo as he tidies up his desk "Thank you for the update, Elmo. I asked Owen to fetch something for me, so I apologize for his absence."

He takes a seat, gesturing for Elmo to do the same "Now then, you and Auley have been making the rounds of the various departments, yes? Nearly a quarter of our staff at this point, if I recall correctly. How are you finding the interactions?"

Elmo Rantanen flops into the chair across from Nicholas, letting out an exaggerated groan "Whew, I tell ya Mr. Briant, if I have to make small talk with one more antisocial labcoat-wearin' nerd today, I'm liable to just keel over dead!"

He lifts a thick finger for emphasis "And seein' as I'm the one been carryin' most of the conversation durin' our little meet n' greets, I expect some hefty hazard pay factored into my next bonus!" Elmo gives a sly wink and a hearty laugh at his own joke

Nicholas smiles warmly at Elmo, nodding in understanding "I can only imagine the strain after so many consecutive meetings. Please know that your efforts are greatly appreciated, my friend."

He stands, moving over to the small kitchenette area of his office "Coffee?" Nicholas calls over his shoulder, already preparing a fresh pot "Consider it a small token of thanks for keeping our resident tech prodigy in line."

Elmo chuckles, leaning back in his chair and propping his hooves up on Nicholas' desk "Heh, ya read my mind Sir! Gotta have that sweet ambrosia if I'm gonna make it through debriefin' ya on the nerd herd."

Nicholas smiles warmly at Elmo as he prepares a fresh pot of coffee, the rich aroma already beginning to fill his office "I appreciate you taking Auley under your wing like this. It cannot be easy acquainting him with so many taciturn scientists more married to their work than society."

He chuckles, bringing over two steaming mugs and offering one to Elmo "So tell me - have you been adjusting well since your rehabilitation stint? I know the road to recovery is seldom smooth."

Elmo takes a long sip of his coffee, sighing contentedly as the hot liquid warms him "Mmm…yeah, life's pretty good nowadays, Mr. Briant. The episodes have stopped since gettin' clean, and most of the boys were willin' to let bygones be bygones once I got back."

He leans back casually in his chair, propping his boots up on the desk despite Nicholas' faint frown of disapproval "Heck, some even seem to find ol' Elmo more approachable now that I've been knocked down a few pegs. Almost like they see me as one've the guys rather than some high n' mighty Krampus."

Elmo chuckles, taking another swig of coffee "Gotta say, it's nice just bein' plain ol' Sarge again. Ain't nobody expects miracles outta me now, just crackin' skulls and takin' names."

Nicholas smiles kindly, though his sharp eyes don't miss the way Elmo glances around the office, as if checking they are truly alone before continuing "Well, I am heartened to hear your transition back to active duty continues smoothly. But something tells me you had more on your mind than simple pleasantries, hmm?"

Elmo scratches his chin thoughtfully, taking another swig of coffee before responding "Well sir, the pup's been keepin' me at arm's length so far in our interactions. Got his guard up something fierce whenever we chat."

He chuckles ruefully "Can't say I blame him none, considerin' my reputation 'round here. But it don't make assessin' his motives too easy when he clams up tighter than a drum soon as things get personal."

Leaning forward conspiratorially, Elmo taps a thick finger on Nicholas' desk for emphasis "Seein' as you two seem as thick as thieves, was wonderin' if ya might have any pointers on gettin' the kid to open up some. I can only learn so much stickin' to shop talk and technical manuals and whatnot."

Nicholas gazes down into his coffee mug, the dark liquid reflecting his troubled sea-green eyes back up at him. He takes a bracing gulp before setting the mug down with a soft clink, his expression grave as he meets Elmo's gaze.

"You're right, Elmo. I should have informed you fully of the situation from the beginning instead of holding back key details." He sighs, running a paw through the thick fur on his head. "I confess, part of my reluctance stemmed from…personal feelings. But that is no excuse to hamper your investigation."

Elmo holds up a hand, shaking his horned head firmly "Now don't go blamin' yerself, Mr. Briant! I'm the one who failed to earn yer trust enough for ya to feel comfortable sharin' sensitive info."

Nicholas shakes his head, expression resolute as he meets Elmo's gaze "No my friend, you bear no blame here. The fault lies with me for not disclosing everything upfront, regardless of my personal feelings."

He takes a slow sip of coffee before continuing, as if bracing himself "To understand Auley - Allen as I know him - requires some background on our history."

"It was over a decade ago now during my late captaincy in Germany. We received intelligence regarding an illegal Elf experimentation ring operating out of an old Christmas base…"

Nicholas stares into his coffee mug, a distant look in his sea-green eyes as he recalls the past "Elves have always been seen as commodities - tools to be used due to our unique talents. And for those unscrupulous enough to capture and experiment on patients to enhance those talents…"

His lips curl in a faint snarl, powerful fingers clenching around the ceramic so tightly it creaks in protest "…the potential profits outweigh any ethical concerns."

With an effort of will, Nicholas loosens his white-knuckled grip, taking a slow breath before continuing, his tone clipped and professional despite the dark memories swirling behind his eyes "Manifestations make elves difficult to track long-term. But disappear too many patients without a paper trail and eventually RED would investigate."

Nicholas' expression darkens, his lips curling in disgust "And so a certain twisted excuse for a Santa hatched his vile scheme - if one cannot safely kidnap child patients, why not create your own? The aftermath of a surge in monster attacks left many young orphans unaccounted for. Easy prey for someone with access to experimental gene therapy technology."

His fist slams down, coffee sloshing over the rim of the mug "That sick bastard succeeded in replicating Elf Syndrome in a numerous children before we shut him down!"

Elmo gasps, his eyes widening in shock at Nicholas' revelation "Ya mean that rotten bastard actually succeeded in creatin' artificial elves?!" He shakes his horned head in disbelief "If word o' that got out, it'd turn society upside down! Be chaos in the streets!"

"So what happened then? Didja shut down that hellhole and rescue the poor kids?"

Nicholas gazes down into the swirling dark depths of his coffee, the memories of that day reflected in his haunted sea green eyes "I found Allen alone in one of the 'testing rooms', little more than a cell. He was the last one they hadn't…" His voice hitches and he trails off a moment before continuing.

"The others had already been fully converted and shipped off. Likely to serve as secret weapons for some terrorist organization or rogue nation willing to pay top dollar." Disgust drips from his tone and his powerful fist clenches.

"No…despite that bastard's machinations, Allen never fully developed Elf Syndrome. His body resisted the treatments."

A heavy sigh escapes the bear's broad chest as he continues recounting the tale "So they simply left him, locked away in isolation to languish. When I finally breached his cell, the poor boy was frighteningly emaciated."

"Sweet biscuits…can't even imagine survivin' something like that without losin' yer dang mind."

"So how'd ya manage to get the poor pup outta that hellhole anyhow? Can't imagine that psycho Santa just let ya waltz off with his prize lab rat."

Nicholas nods solemnly "Indeed, our escape did not go smoothly. We had to fight our way through his forces to reach the extraction point. And then…" He closes his eyes, grimacing as the memories resurface "…a section of the base collapsed during our retreat. We ended up trapped in the rubble for over a week before my team could dig us out."

Nicholas looks off into the distance as he recalls his time trapped in the rubble with Auley, a soft smile touching his muzzle at the memory "He was so small and frail back then, flinching if I made any sudden moves. But his curiosity soon overcame his fear once we established a rapport." His expression grows wistful, sea-green eyes glimmering.

A deep chuckle rumbles in his broad chest "I swear, that boy asked more questions in a few days than most people do in a lifetime! Everything was new and wondrous to him."

His expression softens, smile tinged with old sadness "In the brief time we had together, I did my best to teach that bright-eyed boy about the world beyond his tiny cell. To instill in him my hopes for a future where Elves can live free alongside all peoples, no longer preyed upon."

Nicholas' eyes regain their focus, meeting Elmo's gaze "It was then I knew - I would do everything in my power to stop those who would exploit Elves. I swore to one day don the red coat and become a Santa myself."

Elmo leans back in his chair, bushy eyebrows raised in surprise as he listens to Nicholas recount his daring rescue of the young Auley "Heh, so a happy ending then? Little tike got sprung from the joint and even got himself a dotin' daddy figure outta the deal." He chuckles, taking a swig of coffee

"Gotta say, sure didn't see that plot twist comin' when you first told me to keep an eye on the pup. Figured he was just some snotty prodigy on loan from the reindeer's battleaxe of a mentor." Shakes his horned head with another laugh "Shoulda known our soft-hearted Commander had a personal stake in the kid."

Nicholas' expression darkens, smile fading into a troubled frown "If only things could have been that nice. After returning to base with Allen, I handed the boy over to RED leadership, trusting they would ensure he received the care and support he deserved after enduring such trauma."

His lips peel back, baring teeth in a fierce scowl of remembered anger "I was wrong. Once I completed debriefing, they essentially patted me on the head, gave the boy a handful of Euros, and dumped him alone on the streets of Berlin to fend for himself."

Powerful paws clench into fists, blunt claws digging furrows in the polished wood of his desk "No support network. No follow-up care. Not even a damned escort to get him situated safely. Just a child newly introduced to society expected to survive on his own devices."

Disgust and self-recrimination war across Nicholas' features "And fool that I was, I failed to follow up. I trusted the system would provide for Allen when I should have known better."

Nicholas sighs heavily, broad shoulders slumping under an invisible weight "After I learned how Allen had been cast out on the streets, I immediately lodged formal complaints demanding an inquiry. But it turned out the German government refused to even acknowledge his existence due to the illegal nature of his…'circ*mstances'."

"And within RED, that twisted excuse for a Santa still had influence among the old guard. None were willing risk backlash by stepping in on Allen's behalf."

Nicholas sighs heavily, running a paw down his muzzle in frustration "But how could I blame them when I was just as guilty for failing the boy? If I had simply followed up after debrief instead of assuming RED leadership would handle things, I would have noticed his plight long before now."

Nicholas slams a clenched fist down on his desk, shoulders heaving with barely restrained emotion as he berates himself "How could I let this happen?! Why did I ever become a Santa if I cannot even save a single child?!"

Elmo opens his mouth as if to reply, then closes it wordlessly. The depth of anguish and self-recrimination etched across the Commander's normally stoic features gives the gruff goat beastman pause. What words of comfort could he possibly offer that would not ring hollow in the face of such pain?

"You were busy with your training, Nick. I think it's unfair to demand you had time to spare for other matters." Elmo jumps in surprise as Major Owen strides in, the reindeer's sharp eyes immediately taking in the charged atmosphere. Striding over to stand beside Nicholas, Owen places a steadying hand on the bear's heaving shoulders.

His gaze sweeps over Elmo and Nicholas both, tone firm but not unkind "As I've said before, everyone here appreciates just how much you've done for us all. There are things only you could accomplish that were made possible by not giving up on becoming a Santa."

Giving Nicholas' shoulder a supportive squeeze, his normally stern features soften a fraction "Your decision wasn't wrong. Having you here has been a blessing…for all of us. And certainly for me."

Nicholas lets out a weary sigh, powerful shoulders sagging under some unseen weight "You're right as always, Owen. I can never seem to best you when it comes to bolstering my spirits." He flashes the reindeer a grateful smile before turning his attention back to Elmo.

"As I was saying, I wanted to reconnect with Allen - to try providing some stability and guidance after his years alone on the streets."

"Allen has endured such tremendous loss and hardship in his short life. I fear it has caused him to close off his heart, unwilling to let others in and risk further pain."

The bear straightens, determination flashing in his sea green eyes "Just as being here with Owen has brought me immeasurable joy and comfort, I wish to do the same for Allen - to fill his days with warmth and happiness until he feels safe to open himself up once more."

Nicholas smiles warmly at Elmo, though his eyes still hold a hint of sadness "So Elmo, does that provide enough context regarding my history with Allen to aid in your investigation?"

Elmo scratches his chin thoughtfully as Nicholas finishes recounting his history with Auley, bushy brows raised "Well butter my biscuits, so that's why ya been mother-hennin' the pup! Was wonderin' about all the special treatment."

Elmo jumps up from his seat, ramming his fist to his chest in a crisp salute "You have my word, Commander! I swear on my mama's grave I won't betray your trust." His voice rings with conviction despite the colorful language "I'll get to the bottom of whatever squirrely business that pup is up to and have him straightened out right quick. You have ol' Elmo's guarantee!"

Owen sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose "I hope you can stay impartial on this, Sergeant."

“Sir!” Elmo replied enthusiastically before leaving.

As Elmo grasps the door handle to exit Nicholas' office, Owen's stern voice stops him short "And Sergeant Rantanen…" Elmo's blood turns to ice in his veins as the Major's cold tone continues "…Meet me at the training grounds in 30 minutes."

Elmo swallows thickly, the weight of impending doom settling like lead in his gut "Yes…Major Brayden…" He manages weakly, the gruff goat's usual bravado deserting him. Stepping out into the hall, Elmo slumps against the closed door, bushy head in his hands

Nicholas glances over at Owen, one corner of his muzzle quirking up in a crooked grin. "I suppose you just 'happened' to arrive in time to catch my moment of weakness, eh Major? One might almost think you've planted surveillance in my office." There's no bite to his teasing words though, just fondness as he meets the reindeer's gaze.

Owen chuckles, shaking his head as a hint of fondness touches his normally stoic features. "Nothing so clandestine, Commander. Merely a soldier's intuition after months at your side."

His tone turns serious, gaze lingering on the closed door where Elmo had exited. "Do you truly believe Sergeant Rantanen capable of impartiality regarding Auley? Especially now knowing your…history with the boy."

Nicholas gazes at the closed door for a moment before turning to Owen, expression thoughtful "I do believe Elmo is capable of setting aside personal feelings for the sake of duty, my dear Major. His rehabilitation showed great strength of will and character."

"And in truth, I see this as a second chance of sorts for our gruff Sergeant…a way to prove his worth both to us and himself. The Elmo of old would have balked at impartiality - but the Elf who emerged from rehab? I have faith he will rise to the occasion admirably."

Owen gaze at Nicholas for a moment before closing his eyes. "…I hope things goes the way you want, Nick."

The reindeer lets out a small sigh and steps away from Nicholas. He walks over to the window and peers outside, watching the snowflakes drift lazily past his view.

Chapter 7: Gracia

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Elmo staggers back to the barracks well after midnight, body leaden with exhaustion after the Major had wrung every last ounce of stamina from him during their "training session". The gruff goat nearly collapses onto the welcome mat outside the bunk room, barely catching himself against the door frame

"Uuuuugggghhhhhhh… that damn slave-driver Brayden worked me to th' bone…" He groans weakly to no one in particular, the hallway deserted at this late hour. Gingerly lowering himself to sit with his back propped against the wall, Elmo lets his chin slump forward onto his barrel chest.

Elmo sits slumped against the wall outside the barracks, body aching and heavy with exhaustion after the grueling training session Major Owen had subjected him to. The normally rambunctious goat is uncharacteristically subdued, chin resting on his barrel chest as his mind wanders aimlessly.

"Ya can't find a drama-free boyfriend these days I tell ya…" He mutters to himself with a wry chuckle, thoughts drifting back to Auley Grimm. So different from anyone he's ever known - setting off all his internal alarms with that calculating gaze, yet showing consideration for the troops that seems at odds with Elmo's first impression. Learning the wolf's tragic history from the Commander has forced the gruff Sergeant to re-evaluate his assumptions.

Shaking his horned head, Elmo tries futilely to banish the tech prodigy's piercing amber eyes from his mind. But exhaustion loosens his tongue, and he finds himself absently singing a few bars of some sappy love song he must've heard Gracia crooning on the radio.

"…Lately, I've been, I've been losing sleep…Dreaming about the things that we could be…"

Trailing off with a self-conscious grunt, Elmo lets his heavy head loll back against the wall with a dull thunk, hoping no one was around to catch his unguarded moment of vulnerability.

"Well well, so this is where the traitor ends up eh? Seems that spot suits you just fine, Rantanen." His hopes were dashed, as Gracia walks up on Elmo slumped against the wall, a sly grin spreading across the ursine's muzzle.

Elmo cracks open one bloodshot eye, the scarlet orb glinting dully in the low light as he glares up at Gracia "Have yer fun, I ain't gonna stop ya none…" A defeated sigh escapes his broad chest, head lolling back against the wall with a dull thunk "…I'm already deader than fried chicken anyhow after that slave-drivin' Brayden ran me into the ground."

Gracia cracks open a beer can with a hiss and slumps down next to Elmo, offering it to the exhausted goat with a sly wink. "Need some fuel, Sarge? You're looking a bit worse for wear there." He chuckles, taking a deep swig of his own beer.

Gracia chuckles as Elmo sputters and coughs, spraying beer all over his already disheveled uniform "So how's life playing babysitter with the new tech pup? It's the first time I've seen you so tuckered out." He nudges Elmo's shoulder, smirking "The wolf got you on a short leash or something?"

Elmo lets out a weary chuckle at Gracia's teasing, taking another swig of beer. "I'm stuck playin' middleman between the Commander, Major Hardass and our resident tech pup. All three yankin' me different directions tryin' to get their way." He shakes his head ruefully.

"Makes me wanna just chuck all my duties overboard and disappear for a bit, ya feel me?"

Gracia scratches the back of his head and sighs. He looks at Elmo and hums an upbeat tune terribly off-key.

"Let it go~ Let it go~" His singing resembles a tortured kitten.

Elmo's gruff baritone joins Gracia's off-key crooning, the pair's slurred singing echoing down the empty hall

"We'll have gay sex in the snooow~" The goat's voice cracks painfully on the high note.

"Let it go~ Let it go~"

"Your perfect girl has a co*ckkkk."

"Here I lay, in the night of dark~"

"Let Brayden rage ooooonnn~"

"His glare never bothered me anyways."

Elmo roars with laughter alongside Gracia as they finish butchering the lyrics to that overplayed pop song, the gruff goat snatching away the bear's beer can to drain the last few bitter drops.

Gracia smirks and nudges Elmo's shoulder playfully "Feel better now that you got all that musical genius outta your system, Elmo?" He chuckles and cracks open another beer, the heady scent of hops and barley filling the hallway.

Elmo chuckles, his earlier tension seeming to drain away after their silly musical interlude. He nudges Gracia back with a meaty elbow, grinning through his sodden beard. "Yeah, I'm feelin' right as rain now buddy. Just needed to blow off some steam is all."

Gracia chuckles, giving Elmo's shoulder a friendly clap. "Connor just got a subscription to Disney Plus. We should get together this weekend, crack open some cold ones and make fun of all those sappy feel-good flicks." He mimes retching theatrically.

"Ya got yerself a new aide to fetch yer beers for ya now eh?" He teases, cracking open another cold can with an appreciative sigh.

"You betcha! That candyass, as I like to call him." He leans in close and whispers. "I've been tasting that hole all night and let me tell ya - it's sweet as sugarcane." He winks and takes another swig of his beer.

Elmo chuckles and nudges Gracia's shoulder playfully "So how many times ya plowed that backfield today anyhow?"

"Phew, honestly I lost count. That hole is just too addicting, ya know? I must've plowed it at least twice, maybe three times if you count the quickie in the supply closet." He winks roguishly at Elmo. "Let's just say I left Candyass walking funny by the time I was done with him."

Elmo lets out a loud belly laugh, slapping his knee as he shakes with mirth at Gracia's lewd tale "Haw haw! Sounds like I missed quite the rodeo there, partner! Ain't often I get to hear tales of your bedroom conquests nowadays."

"You totally missed out, pal! We were partying hard, stacking empty beer cans to the ceiling! All of us were having a blast."

He shakes his head, grinning. "Sadly party pooper Brayden busted in and ruined our fun. We played a round of ring around the rosie trying to dodge him, but I'm the only one managed to escape his lecture of doom!"

Gracia nudges Elmo, winking. "It would've been way more entertaining with you there, Rantanen. We gotta do a night out together again soon!"

Elmo lets out a low sigh, staring pensively down at his beer can as Gracia nudges him playfully "It's alright, pardner… I don't reckon I wanna let the Major down again if I can help it."

Gracia goes silent for a moment, taking a long drag from his e-cigarette before blowing out a series of perfect smoke rings, his own eyes drifting over the goat's scarred and milky orbs. He offers the device to Elmo who eagerly takes a puff, letting the vapor fill his lungs.

"We all get why you can't join us out on patrol, Sarge." Gracia says, clapping a heavy paw on Elmo's shoulder. "And none of us see you as the same Elf who got wrapped around Mason's finger. I mean hell, we've all done dumb stuff trying to fit in before."

Elmo takes a long drag on the e-cigarette, exhaling a shaky stream of vapor with a weary sigh "Every damn time I catch my ugly mug in the mirror, all I see starin' back is the same dumbass what got strung along by Mason like a puppet."

"Just another worthless junkie too caught up in his next fix to realize he was sellin' out his own comrades…or care what kinda monster held his leash."

Gracia sighs, taking a long swig of his beer. "I've heard that new tech pup Auley has been running you ragged, huh Elmo?" He nudges Elmo with his elbow. "Serves ya right for keeping that cute thing all to yourself lately." He winks and chuckles.

"So what's he like anyway? All I know is he's some whiz kid on loan from the big bad General up in RED. Seems like you two have been joined at the hip with all the project meet-n-greets." Gracia leans back casually against the wall, eyeing Elmo with a sly grin.

Elmo lets out a weary sigh, taking a long pull from his beer before responding "Try gettin' that timid wolf to open up 'bout anything beyond technical manuals and projections is like pullin' teeth from a rabid badger."

Gracia leans closer to Elmo, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper "So if Mr. Briant assigned you to keep tabs on this Auley guy, I'm guessing he's got some…naughty history, eh?" The ursine nudges Elmo's shoulder knowingly "C'mon, you can tell your old pal Gracia. Just between us."

"I mean, he must be mixed up in some heavy stuff if he warrants a Krampus chaperone. So what's the deal? Is he like a spy or something?"

Elmo lets out a weary sigh, his massive shoulders slumping as he stares contemplatively into the dregs of his beer can "I can only hope the pup ain't naughty, for the Commander's sake if nothin' else. Ol' Nick seems to have a real soft spot for him and I'll be damned if I let another superior officer down after the number I did on Brayden."

"And I wouldn't mind keepin' that cute tech pup 'round a spell longer neither. He may clam up tighter than Fort Knox whenever I try makin' nice…" A wistful little smile tugs at the corner of Elmo's mouth. "…but I'll be darned if that shy facade of his don't make me wanna see what fires burn underneath."

Gracia eyes Elmo curiously, thick eyebrows raised in surprise at the normally gruff goat's wistful words. "Whoa now, you're actually serious aren't ya?" He nudges Elmo's shoulder, tone gently teasing. "I'd say don't go chasing after crazies, but seems you got bit by the love bug bad there, huh Sarge?"

Elmo lets out a low chuckle, giving Gracia a playful shove "Ain't nothin' like that, ya big knucklehead! Just doin' my duty and keepin' tabs is all."

Gracia lets out a boisterous laugh at Elmo's flippant dismissal, giving the goat a playful shove that nearly topples his precarious perch. "Attending your funeral ain't on my social calendar, Elmo! Not when you're chasing after trouble with hearts in your eyes." He winks roguishly, taking another swig of his beer.

Elmo points an accusing finger at Gracia, giving him a playful shove "That's fine by me! Wouldn't want some smelly old bear stinkin' up my plot anyhow." He punctuates this declaration with a loud belch, then dissolves into raucous laughter.

Gracia's laughter trails off, his usual mirth fading to be replaced by a hint of concern in his dark eyes as he regards the exhausted goat "…Just tell me if all this business with the pup gets to be too much, ya hear? I may not be able to pull rank on the Major, but I can at least take some heat off your back if needed. Us troublemakers gotta stick together after all. Can't have you run ragged chasing after some heartless tease."

Elmo lets out a weary grunt as he struggles to prop himself up, powerful muscles trembling with fatigue "This here duty's been…fulfillin' so far, least from where I'm sittin'." He meets Gracia's concerned gaze, determination flashing in his scarlet eyes "The Commander and Major are countin' on me, so no way in hell am I lettin' them down."

The goat trails off, smile fading as thoughts of Auley threaten to distract him yet again. He shakes his horned head sharply, snorting in self-recrimination "Ah hell, just forget my jabberin'… Ol' Elmo's just bein' a damn fool as usual."

Gracia chuckles, giving Elmo a playful shove. "Don't I know it, ya big dumb galoot."

As Elmo recalls Nicholas' desire to give Auley happy memories, a sly grin spreads across the gruff goat's muzzle, his scarlet eyes glinting with sudden inspiration. He turns to Gracia, straightening with renewed vigor.

"Say pardner, is that spot for Chief Maintenance Officer still open by chance?"

Gracia looks at Elmo curiously, thick eyebrows raised at his friend's abrupt change in demeanor. "It should be, yeah. Why, what're you planning?"

Elmo reaches for his phone, a sly grin spreading across his bearded muzzle as he dials Auley's number.

"Hey there pup! Elmo here. Sorry for ringin' ya up so late, but I had a little proposition in mind…" Gracia watches with curiosity as the goat launches into his pitch, scarlet eyes glinting eagerly in the dim hallway.

He outlines his idea for Auley to mentor him as Chief Maintenance Officer, laying it on thick about all the supposed benefits. His tail swishes behind him eagerly like a happy dog as he makes his case. After wrapping up the call, Elmo turns to Gracia with a triumphant laugh.

"And that there takes care of that! Ol' Elmo's got himself a one-way ticket to get up close and personal with Mr. Uptight." He punctuates this declaration by cracking open two fresh beers, passing one to his companion. "Here's to me landin' the best mentorship gig since Hercules!"

Gracia looks at Elmo with an amused smirk, letting out a low whistle "Look at you, suddenly becoming mister smooth talker! Didn't know you had it in ya to sweet talk the tech pup like that."

Elmo chuckles, taking a long swig of his beer before responding with a sly wink "Just took a page from Major Hardass's book. That ol' reindeer can be surprisingly slick with words when he puts his mind to it."

"Ohhh, sounds to me like there's a juicy story behind that little tidbit. C'mon, spill! Don't leave your best bud hangin'!" He takes a long swig of his beer, eyeing the goat expectantly.

Elmo was about to flap his muzzle about the Major, but then he shuddered as he remembered the grueling "training session" Owen had just put him through. "Eh, maybe that's a tale for another time, pardner. Ol' Elmo ain't too keen on dredgin' up them memories so fresh."

He exhales heavily, his breath fogging the chilly night air. Scarlet gaze drifting over the snow-covered training yard where he had been run ragged mere hours before. Then beyond to the dark sea of spruce and birch lining the perimeter fence, winter's cloak rendering the forest monochrome in the dim moonlight.

With a low chuckle, Elmo shakes his horned head wryly "Used to reckon this place my own personal prison, ya know? Felt I deserved to be stuck out here in the frozen ass-end of nowhere after the number I did on Brayden and the rest."

He cranes his head back further to take in the full glory of the night sky sprawling overhead, stars glittering like diamonds against an endless swath of black velvet "But just look at that view…makes a fella realize maybe there's beauty to be found even in the bleakest places, if ya just change your perspective, ya feel me?"

Gracia takes another long drag from his e-cigarette, blowing a stream of fragrant vapor up towards the glittering night sky. "Ya know, I heard there's supposed to be an aurora show this time of year. Would be just our luck to catch a light show right about now eh?"

Elmo lets out a low sigh of contentment, leaning back against the wall with a soft thump as he gazes up at the star-strewn sky "Ain't perfect, but I reckon it'll do."

He glances over at Gracia, a faint smile playing across his bearded muzzle "Just hope we get to enjoy this peace a spell longer 'fore the next crisis comes knockin'."

Gracia smiles back wordlessly in agreement. The two soldiers sit in companionable silence then, backs propped against the wall as they bask in the gentle glow of moonlight spilling across the snow-blanketed base.

Chapter 8: Elmo Rantanen 3

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"Ahoy there, Officer! Fine mornin' today, eh?" Elmo looks up from cleaning his rifle as Auley approaches, his tail giving a friendly wag.

"I be ready te head out when ya are, sir," he says. "Jus' finished preparin' me gear. Where we off te today?"

"Ah, G-Good morning, Sergeant Rantanen. A fine day indeed," he agrees in his usual mild tone.

Elmo easily catches up to Auley with his longer strides, the wolf barely coming up to the goat's chest in height. But Auley shows no discomfort at the size difference, having grown accustomed to the hulking beastman accompanying him on his rounds.

Elmo chuckles heartily as he recalls Auley's previous aloofness towards him. "Ye were always lost in yer own thoughts those first couple weeks. But I be glad to see ye finally warmin' up to me company!"

He gives Auley a friendly slap on the back that nearly sends the slender wolf sprawling. Realizing his own strength, Elmo quickly grabs Auley's shoulder to steady him. "Whoa there! Sorry 'bout that, didn't mean to knock ye over," he says with an apologetic grin.

Auley stumbles slightly from the force of Elmo's friendly slap, the wolf's lithe frame no match for the goat's strength. He feels his cheeks flush in embarrassment as Elmo grabs his shoulder to steady him, letting out a nervous chuckle.

"I-It's quite alright, no harm done," he says, brushing himself off once he regains his footing. "I suppose I still have much to adjust to when it comes to, er…casual camaraderie. Say, have you reviewed the material I have given you?"

Elmo's face lights up with pride, puffing out his broad chest as he gives Auley a sharp salute.

"Aye aye, sir! That calculus book was nae so tough once I wrapped me head around it," he says confidently. "Been studyin' every chance I get lately. Pretty soon I'll be givin' them egghead scientists a run fer their money!"

Auley holds out a hand expectantly towards Elmo. "Mhmm. Show me your phone,"

Elmo obediently hands over his phone. Auley's fingers deftly tap and swipe across the screen as he sends over a dozen advanced calculus and engineering textbooks over to the goat.

He then returns the phone back to its owner. Elmo's excitement immediately dims as he scrolls through the intimidating list of new material he'll have to study.

Auley gives him an apologetic look. "I'm afraid the road ahead will only grow more difficult, Sergeant," he says gently as they walked down the corridor.

Auley's ears perk up when he passed the window, his gaze fixed on the empty training grounds usually occupied by Major Brayden and his men at this hour.

"That's odd," he murmurs aloud, more to himself than to his companion. "I usually observe the Major drilling Lieutenant Gracia and the others first thing in the mornings. Perhaps their schedule has been revised?"

"Aye…the Major be in a right foul state after bustin' Gracia n' the others partyin' after hours,"

At Auley's confused look, Elmo waves a hand dismissively. "Never ye mind that. Anyway, accordin' to the schedule, Dr. Anttonen wanted to be meetin' with ya in…" He glances down to check his watch. "…five minutes to chat about oobleck weavin' or some such."

After running across the base to Dr. Anttonen's lab and then to a few more meetings after that, Elmo and Auley finally get a chance to catch their breath over a quick lunch in one of Cloud's equipment garages.

Elmo sighs as he opens his tablet to read through another dense textbook on mechanical engineering, feeling the familiar weight of despair settling over him. He glances over at Auley, who is rapidly typing something on a laptop between bites of his sandwich.

"I dunno how ya keep up with this crazy schedule o' yers, sir. Me head's already spinnin' an' it's not even noon yet!" He chuckles wearily.

"And do I really be needin' te know all this machinery mumbo jumbo jest te work on some tools n' such?"

Auley picks up a small DC motor from one of the shelves, holding it up for Elmo to see as he poses his question:

"You can't lay bricks without a foundation. This DC motor produces a back EMF of 240 volts at 1000 RPM. Assume the magnetic flux is adjusted to half its strength, what is the back EMF if I modify the speed to 1500 RPM?"

Elmo scratches his goatee thoughtfully as he considers the question, his brow furrowing "Ehhh…180 volts?"

"144. You can't be a Chief Maintenance Officer if you're just going to Google every brick you lay," he chides gently.

Elmo lets out a weary groan at that, clearly regretting having let his ambition for attaining a 'chief' position slip out. He lets out a weary sigh as he resigns himself to yet another daunting textbook assignment, offering up silent prayers to any deity who might take pity on him.

Auley, meanwhile, continues tapping away at his laptop. He glances up at the despondent goat, offering him a small, sympathetic smile. "Honestly, your learning speed has been quite remarkable, Sergeant. I'll admit I was concerned at first, given your lack of prior calculus knowledge. But you've been keeping up with my study program efficiently enough."

"I know it's not easy, but please keep persevering. I see great potential in you, and I know with enough diligence you'll go far." His heterochromic eyes seem to shine with sincerity as he says this.

Elmo chuckles at Auley's praise, looking rather pleased at having impressed the pup. "Well, I be mighty glad to be receivin' such fine words about me work from a German!" he says, giving Auley a friendly nudge.

Auley tilts his head curiously at Elmo's remark. "I suppose I've wondered if you might have excelled in your studies, had your interests truly been invested," he remarks mildly after a moment's thought.

"It's clear you have an sharp intellect hidden behind that rugged exterior of yours," the wolf adds with a small, almost teasing smile. "Makes me wonder if perhaps your heart simply wasn't in scholarly pursuits before now?"

"Aye, me da was a simple fishmonger and I suppose he expected me te follow in his footsteps, considerin' he never saw fit to teach me much else," he says with a rumbling chuckle.

"I almost made it through middle school afore I came down with the Elf Syndrome. Where I hailed from, folks still believed them afflicted with it were just monsters bidin' their time."

He shakes his horned head. "So when I got me first manifestation in the middle o' class, pandemonium broke out! The lassies started singin' like a choir o' angels and the bigger lads congratulated me like I'd just won the lottery. Meanwhile me poor teacher was on the line callin' the cops to haul me off to the Santas."

Elmo snorts. "R.E.D. stepped in to intervene and I got shuffled off to one o' their training centers instead. After that there just be too much action to be thinkin' about hittin' the books again, if ye catch me drift."

Auley's ears droop guiltily as he realizes he unintentionally brought up painful memories. "…I'm sorry. That was thoughtless of me," he says softly, unable to meet Elmo's gaze for the moment. He fiddles awkwardly with the little motor in his hands, seeming unsure how to smooth over the sudden tension.

Elmo waves a dismissive hand, giving Auley a reassuring grin. "Don't ye be frettin' over it none, sir. I've long made me peace with the past."

He tilts his horned head, regarding the lupine curiously. "Though now ye've got me wonderin'…what be yer own story, if ye don't mind me askin'?"

As soon as the words leave his mouth, Elmo freezes, eyes widening in dismay as he realizes he may have overstepped his bounds.

Auley pauses for a moment, fidgeting with the motor in his hands. His ears flatten slightly against his skull as he debates how much to reveal about his past.

"Well…I-"

Elmo raises a large hand to stop Auley before he can respond, a half-chewed chunk of sandwich spills from the goat's mouth as he tries to backpedal.

"Er, I meant te ask where ye worked before comin' here!" he says in a rush, wiping crumbs from his goatee. He gives Auley an apologetic look, hoping the wolf will take the diversion rather than delve into his morbid past.

Auley blinks, seemingly oblivious to Elmo's attempt to divert the conversation away from his past. "Oh, I apprenticed as an undertaker for several years before coming here," he remarks casually before taking another bite of his sandwich.

Elmo blinks in surprise at Auley's casual admission. "Bwah? Ye worked as a mortician afore comin' here?" he asks, clearly not having expected that particular career background from the unassuming wolf.

Auley raises an eyebrow at Elmo's surprised reaction to his mention of working as an undertaker, taking another bite of his sandwich as he waits for the goat to elaborate on his thoughts.

"Oh…er, that be mighty interestin', sir!" Elmo says, trying his best to wrap his head around the image of this scrawny wolf handling corpses. "Gotta do what ye must to get by, o' course."

An awkward silence falls between them for a few moments before Elmo speaks up again, his curiosity getting the better of him. "So…did ye, uh, enjoy the work then? Can't imagine it were the most cheerful sorta business. Have to admit it ain't what I pictured for ye career-wise." He chuckles, hoping he hasn't caused offense with his candid remarks.

Auley nods in response to Elmo's remark, unfazed by the goat's obvious surprise at his unconventional career background. "I suppose so," he says mildly. "The mortuary provided ample peace and quiet for my studies when business was slow."

He idly turns the little motor over in his hands. "My old mentor was quite skilled at restoration work. I learned taxidermy and how to reconstruct damaged remains during my apprenticeship."

A faint, almost nostalgic smile touches his muzzle. "The first body I prepared was a young doe struck by a car. Her face was too mangled for an open casket, but I managed to restore her beauty for the funeral portrait."

His ears then droop slightly. "Her poor mother wept with joy upon seeing it…I was happy to have brought some small comfort."

After a moment, Auley seems to realize he's been rambling and clears his throat, glancing almost self-consciously at Elmo. "Ah, apologies. I'm likely boring you with such macabre talk…"

"I see…" Elmo said, taking a moment to process Auley's explanation.

Auley chuckles, a playful grin crossing his muzzle as he regards Elmo with amusem*nt. “Hey, I can’t continue if you end it like that.”

Elmo scratches his goatee, confused by Auley's remark. "What ye be meanin' by that, sir?" he asks.

Auley's eyes light up in mock realization and he snaps his fingers. "Ah, that's right - you did advise against using conversation enders during our first chat together, if I recall correctly."

"Well, we still have a bit of time before my next meeting. So by all means, feel free to keep our discussion going a while longer, Sergeant."

Elmo blinked, then lets out a hearty laugh at Auley's callback to their previous conversation, the tension lifting from his shoulders. A few faint bleats slip out amidst his mirth before he regains his composure.

"Aye, that be my bad, Warrant Officer," he says, his tone now more relaxed and casual like when chatting with a close friend. "Say, would it be alright if I called ye Auley instead o' by yer title all the time?"

"I don't mind, Elmo." He glances at his watch, eyebrows raising slightly. "Speaking of, we should start heading to the next project briefing soon."

“Just a sec.” Elmo chuckles, shaking his head in amusem*nt as he removes his soiled shirt.

He notices Auley's gaze lingering a bit too long on his muscular physique as he changes his shirt, a knowing smirk on his rugged features. The wolf quickly looks away, coughing in embarrassment.

"No need to be shy, Sir," Elmo says with a laugh, giving Auley's shoulder a playful nudge. "I don't be mindin' the attention, har har!" He pulls on a clean shirt, then gestures for Auley to lead the way. "Right then, shall we be off?"

After a long day of overseeing the various Project Helvetti initiatives, Auley and Elmo find themselves unwinding together in one of Cloud's equipment hangars as evening falls. The wolf is tinkering with some gadget or another while the goat leans against a stack of supply crates nearby, casually strumming his guitar.

A comfortable silence hangs between them for awhile, the only sounds that of Elmo's idle melody and the clink of tools from Auley's workbench. Eventually the goat glances over at his companion, a question apparently occurring to him…

"Say Auley," he begins, setting the guitar aside for the moment, "I been meanin' to ask - why'd a mortician end up signin' on with this outfit anyhow? Just seems an odd career change, goin' from preparin' bodies to preparin' weapons n' such."

He tilts his horned head, regarding the slender canine curiously. "So what made ya leave the funeral biz behind for military life?"

Auley continues tinkering with the gadget in his hands, not glancing up as he replies to Elmo's question. "Hmm? Oh yes, I picked the mortuary since it afford ample free time for independent study," he murmurs.

"My mentor was quite skilled, but left the actual business operations to me once I finished my apprenticeship. Some days we wouldn't receive any...clients." A faint, wry smile tugs at his muzzle. "The solitude enabled me to pursue my own academic interests when work was slow."

He makes an adjustment to the device with a pair of needle-nose pliers before setting it aside, finally lifting his gaze to Elmo. "In truth, this position provides similar flexibility for research. And General Gertrude believed my expertise could prove useful for Project Helvetti's development."

Elmo nods thoughtfully, but his eyes narrow slightly - he can tell the lupine remains guarded about revealing too much of his past.

"Well one thing's for sure, yer expertise seems plenty useful for this Project Helvetti," he remarks. "Reckon we'll be needin' all the big brains we can get, seein' as there's just over a month left afore we gotta unveil it to the investors."

He frowns, idly strumming a few low notes on his guitar. "So far I've just seen ya buried in them field manuals and such. Not to be questionin' yer methods o' course," he adds hastily. "Just seems we'll be in a right pickle if yer analysis ain't compiled for the presentation day."

Auley holds up a finger in a 'wait a moment' gesture, then reaches into his pocket to retrieve a small, nondescript notebook. He glances around furtively before leaning in towards Elmo, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"I'll let you in on a little secret…but please, not a word of this to Major Brayden."

He opens the notebook, allowing Elmo a glimpse of the densely-packed pages filled with diagrams, sketches, and Auley's cramped handwriting. Several loose pages are crammed inside, covered in additional notes and calculations.

"This contains the bulk of my analysis for Project Helvetti thus far. I prefer to work out my ideas by hand before committing them to an official report." A faint, almost mischievous grin tugs at his muzzle.

Seeing Elmo's surprise, Auley's expression turns more solemn as he meets the goat's gaze. "I would never do anything to jeopardize Cloud or the project's success. I apologize for not informing you sooner about my progress."

Elmo's ears pin back slightly in annoyance at the mention of Major Brayden "That overbearin' reindeer's been on me case somethin' fierce to be gettin' after ye about finishin' yer analysis reports an' whatnot fer the project."

He shakes his horned head with a snort, strumming an irritated chord on his guitar "If ye ask me, he oughta be directin' more o' that zeal towards lightenin' up them brutal trainin' drills he's been runnin' the troops ragged with lately. I ain't seen hide nor hair o' Gracia or the others save at mess thanks to him workin' 'em to th' bone from dawn to dusk."

Elmo glances back at the notebook in Auley's paws, his annoyance fading to curiosity "Still, seems an odd thing not to be showin' the Major given how he's meant to be yer direct superior on paper. I take it ye have yer reasons for keepin' him in the dark?"

Auley shifts uncomfortably, avoiding Elmo's gaze as he grips the fabric of his pants leg. When he speaks again, his voice is hushed and hesitant.

"The way Major Brayden looks at me sometimes…it reminds me of previous authority figures I've known. Ones eager to exploit your skills however they can, only to discard you once you're no longer of use."

His ears flatten back, heterochromic eyes darkening. "I've no desire to end up pushed around and manipulated again. These side projects are my insurance against such a fate."

Elmo listens intently to Auley's explanation, his brow furrowing in concern at the wolf's obvious discomfort discussing his relationship with Major Brayden. When Auley falls silent, Elmo sets his guitar aside and turns to face him fully, his expression serious.

"Auley, I understand yer wariness o' authority figures, given yer past experiences," he says gently. "But I swear on me own horns that Owen Brayden is cut from a different hide. A hardass, aye, but he looks after his own."

Elmo idly toys with a frayed thread on his fatigues as he continues. "Why, I meself was naught but trouble in me early days here. Near drank me weight in whiskey daily and picked fights over card games as often as not. The Major had no love for me antics, but he never did me wrong neither."

"I seen the way he is with the new recruits too - stern as the winter wind itself durin' drills, but in the barracks he makes sure every cub's kitted proper and knows their place. He'd sooner face down a pack o' Hornheads bare-pawed than leave a soldier behind."

Auley fidgets with the hem of his uniform, avoiding Elmo's earnest gaze. His ears flatten back against his skull and there is a bitter note in his voice when he responds.

"But does this 'us' truly apply to me in the Major's view?" He shakes his head, heterochromic eyes narrowing. "When it comes down to it, I'm just a contractor sent by an outside authority figure. It's only natural Brayden would be wary of my presence and motives."

His shoulders hunch defensively as he turns further away from the goat. "You wouldn't want this outsider stirring up trouble amongst those you care for, after all," he mutters cynically under his breath.

Elmo rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, searching for the right words. "Well…ye ain't wrong there," he admitted.

Seeing Elmo's concerned expression, Auley forces a smile to his muzzle and waves a dismissive paw. "I'm sure the truth likely falls somewhere in the middle. Both you and Nicholas speak highly of the Major, so I've little cause to doubt his integrity."

He glances down, fiddling with a loose thread on his sleeve. "I suppose I'm simply being paranoid due to my own past experiences. I don't wish to return to General Gertrude's forces anytime soon, so I'm eager to prove my worth here."

Looking back up at Elmo, Auley meets his gaze earnestly. "Should my activities become problematic, have my word I will take full responsibility and explain myself to Major Brayden directly." He gives a firm nod, resolve hardening his odd-eyed stare. "So please, do not trouble yourself over this - I assure you I mean no ill towards Cloud or her people."

Elmo lets out a weary sigh as he rubs the back of his neck, at a loss for how to respond. Auley makes some fair points about Major Brayden's wariness towards this outsider sent by another authority, he himself is the best proof. Before the silence can stretch too long, Auley forces a smile and waves off his concerns. Still, Elmo resolves to have a chat with the Major soon to clear the air. But that is a matter for later.

Seeing Auley's clear discomfort discussing HQ politics, Elmo decides a change of topic is in order. His gaze falls upon the half-disassembled drone Auley had been tinkering with earlier. An idea strikes him…

"Say Auley," he begins casually, meandering over to pick up the gadget and turn it over curiously in his large hands, "I don't reckon ye ever did explain to me what this side project o' yers is all about. I know ye said it were insurance of a sort, but how's moddin' spy drones and such figure into that equation?"

"I ain't pretendin' to understand yer fancy technical talk most days. But seems mebbe walkin' through yer ideas out loud would help get 'em properly ordered in that busy brain o' yers before pen meets paper. An' who knows, mebbe a fresh pair o' ears can offer some useful feedback. I be a fair hand with tools an' engines at least, if nowt else."

Auley glances around furtively, before relenting with a small nod. "I suppose a brief demonstration couldn't hurt. But please, not a word of this to the Major," he implores Elmo, a hint of that earlier wariness creeping back into his eyes.

With a flick of his wrist, Auley activates a small remote. The hexacopter drone resting inert on the workbench suddenly sputters to life, its rotors beginning to spin with a low hum. It lifts off gracefully and begins circling lazily around the hangar space where Elmo and Auley stand conversing.

Auley's ears perk up slightly, the tension easing from his shoulders now that he's back in his element discussing the technical aspects. He picks up a second, identical drone from the bench and turns it over in his hands as he addresses Elmo.

"As you know, drones like these are commonly used for reconnaissance here in Cloud," he explains. "The models we currently employ rely on line-of-sight and remote piloting, meaning signal interference or adverse weather can easily disrupt control."

He sets the drone back down, tapping his chin thoughtfully as he watches the first drone flitting about. "So I began exploring ways to improve autonomy and have them navigate independently back to base if separated from an operator. I'm experimenting with mesh networking capabilities so drones could communicate positional data with one another to coordinate."

Glancing sidelong at Elmo with a faint, proud smile tugging his muzzle, Auley continues. "In essence, they would function akin to a flock of birds - still directed by a lead drone tethered to ground control, but able to adapt their flight patterns and navigate obstacles as a collective."

Elmo whistles, clearly impressed by the little drone's graceful aerial acrobatics as it zips around the hangar. "That's a clever bit o' tinkerin' right there, pup!" he remarks approvingly.

"So d'ye control it with one o' them fancy remote doohickeys, or is the wee beastie followin' one o' yer hand signals I ain't seein?"

Auley smiles and taps the side of his head. "It takes voice commands, but I'm currently controlling it via a neural interface implanted here," he explains, clearly pleased at Elmo's impressed reaction.

The drone swoops down, hovering just over Elmo's outstretched palm. Its tiny rotors stir the goat's shaggy fur as it maintains position with an audible hum. "The implant allows me to pilot it with just my thoughts. Still a prototype, but the response time is near instantaneous."

Auley glances sidelong at Elmo, a hint of shy pride in his odd-eyed gaze. "So what do you think so far?"

Elmo watches with keen interest as the drone comes to hover just above his outstretched palm, stirring his shaggy fur with the gust from its tiny rotors. "Well blow me down, control it just with yer thoughts alone? That's incredible!" he remarks, clearly impressed.

"So what other tricks has this wee flyin' contraption got up its sleeves then?" He gently waves a finger above the drone, curious if it will mirror the movement or take some other action.

Auley closes his eyes and the drone zips straight up into the sky with a sharp whine, easily clearing the hangar roof. It pauses for a moment, likely scanning the area, before descending back down to hover before the wolf and goat.

"Let's see…" Auley murmurs, concentrating. "According to the drone's cameras, most of the troops are currently in the mess hall for dinner. And out near the south perimeter, it looks like Sergeant Nathan and a white wolf with facial scarring have just returned from patrol."

Elmo's eyes widen in surprise as he glances between Auley and the hovering drone. "What's that now?! Ye can see everythin' that flyin' peeper is viewin' up there?" He gives a low whistle. "Well, blow me down! Ain't that somethin' else…"

As Auley gazes through the drone's camera feed, his odd-eyed stare happens upon Nicholas and Owen conversing together in one of Cloud's greenhouses. The Major has a rare, relaxed smile on his usually stoic face as he listens to whatever tale the jovial polar bear is regaling him with. Nicholas says something particularly amusing, spreading his arms wide in emphasis - this startles a laugh out of Owen, his guarded expression melting into something fond and affectionate.

Auley blinks slowly as he observes this private moment between the two officers. For just an instant, something tense and wary flickers through his mismatched eyes. But then it is gone, and he simply maneuvers the drone back towards the hangar in silence. Once it has landed, Auley powers down the device without a word and returns it to storage.

Elmo watches his companion, one ear flicking curiously. But if the goat notes anything odd in Auley's demeanor, he makes no mention of it for now. An amiable grin tugs at his beard as he gestures enthusiastically towards the drone's storage crate.

"Well blow me down, them fancy flyin' spy-bots o' yers are mighty impressive!" he remarks approvingly, giving Auley's shoulder a congratulatory slap. "Makes a beast wonder if'n I could get me some o' them neural doodads implanted an' control the wee beasties with naught but me thoughts too! Would be right useful when I'm elbows-deep in an engine and need a spare pair o' paws."

He chuckles heartily at the thought, then tilts his horned head curiously. "So d'ye reckon Doc Anttonen could rig me up with one o' them implants, or would me thick skull not take to it?"

"Ah, well…it is still largely conceptual I'm afraid. General Gertrude holds the patents, so she would have final say over any surgical applications."

Elmo's enthusiasm deflate at the reminder of Auley's privileged background with access to such advanced technology. The goat slumps back down on his supply crate perch. He idly rubs at his eye, gaze distant and shoulders slumped in disappointment.

"Is something wrong, Elmo?"

Elmo laughs dryly at Auley's question, brushing off his concern. "Bah, don't ye mind me none," he says with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Jest feelin' a mite useless is all, seein' the fancy gadgets and such you higher-ups get access to."

He leans back against the supply crates, folding his arms across his broad, barrel chest as he regards Auley. "But seems yer right passionate about all this drone and neural doohickey business," he remarks. "Gotta say, first time I seen ya look so eager 'bout somethin' since we started knockin' about."

Auley fidgets with a screwdriver in his hands as he speaks, his voice quiet but earnest. "The higher-ups seem content simply throwing more soldiers at the monsters until attrition wins out. But lives would be spared if our troops were better equipped."

He sets the tool down and meets Elmo's gaze. "So I aim to develop systems that any base could reasonably outfit their forces with. If even one life could be spared from returning home draped in a flag, then my efforts are worthwhile."

Elmo nods slowly in understanding. But a shadow crosses his rugged features and he falls silent for a time.

"Dreams an' ambitions, eh?" he finally murmurs, a complicated expression on his face. "Can't say I gave much thought to such lofty things meself…" His gaze grows distant, shoulders slumping wearily.

A few days pass since Auley and Elmo's conversation in the hangar. The goat has been oddly subdued, seldom initiating conversation outside of work-related matters or the occasional comment during their study sessions. Even Auley, normally oblivious to subtle emotional cues, notes the change in demeanor.

That evening finds the two winding down after another long day assisting with Project Helvetti. They are in one of Cloud's equipment hangars as has become their habit - Auley tinkering with some new gadget at his workbench while Elmo slouches on a supply crate nearby, halfheartedly strumming his guitar. The wolf's ears twitch as he notes his companion's desultory playing and thousand-yard stare for what feels like the dozenth time over the past 48 hours. Setting his screwdriver aside, Auley clears his throat softly.

"Is everything alright, Elmo? You seem…not quite yourself lately," he ventures cautiously.

Elmo sighs, setting his guitar aside, he runs a hand through his shaggy hair, chuckling mirthlessly.

"Was just thinkin' on that conversation we had th' other day 'bout dreams an' ambitions an' such," he explains. "Got me ponderin' on me own lot in life an' where I imagined I'd be by now."

He shakes his great horned head, snorting derisively. "Can't say I had much in way of lofty aspirations growin' up. More focused on me next card game an' whiskey bottle than owt else."

The goat falls silent a moment, staring broodingly down at his calloused hands. When he speaks again, his gruff voice has softened somewhat. "Reckoned once I got tapped fer RED, mebbe I'd make sergeant an' have me own squad to lead one day. Give the rookies a fairer shake than I got, teach 'em the ropes proper."

He rubs his scarred eye with another snort. "But that pipe dream got shot to hell quick once this blasted peeper went out. Now I just fix things what's broke an' try keep to meself, mostly."

"So aye, hearin' you bang on 'bout them clever drones and neural implants o' yers, how you got actual ambitions beyond just survivin' another year here…got me feelin' a right useless git in comparison, I s'pose."

Auley falls silent as Elmo explains the source of his melancholy mood as of late, his expression pensive as he listens. When the goat mentions once aspiring to lead his own squad before losing his eye dashed that dream, Auley tilts his head thoughtfully.

"I see…so becoming a Sergeant and leading your own team was your ambition then," he murmurs. He idly turns a screwdriver over in his hands, gazing down at his workbench.

Elmo waves a dismissive hand, giving Auley a reassuring grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Bah, don't ye be frettin' over it none. 'Twas just some small fancy o' mine back in the day, naught to be dwellin' on now."

But seeing that Auley continues to stare at him pensively, Elmo sighs and elaborates further: "I s'pose I just fancied the notion o' fightin' alongside me mates out on patrol fer once, watchin' their backs proper-like against them Hornheads."

"But this bum peeper put an end to any such notions right quick. Can't aim a rifle for sh*te with me vision half gone to hell."

Elmo falls silent again, brooding over missed chances and roads not taken. After a moment he forces a grin, giving Auley's shoulder a companionable slap. "Ah but don't ye pay me melancholy musings no mind, sir! Like I says, just idle fancies is all."

Auley's ears perk up at Elmo's admission of wishing to fight alongside his comrades out on the field. He sets down his tools and turns to face the goat fully, meeting his gaze intently.

"Don't dismiss your dreams so lightly, Elmo. They clearly mean a great deal to you, so they're important to me as well," he says firmly.

Tapping a finger against his chin thoughtfully, the wolf continues: "As it happens, I'm acquainted with a highly skilled ophthalmologist in Lapland. Perhaps I could arrange a consultation to assess options for restoring your vision."

A faint smile tugs at Auley's muzzle. "At the very least, securing you some temporary leave shouldn't be difficult. Consider it my thanks for assisting me all this time."

Elmo smiles ruefully and shakes his great horned head once more. "A kind thought, sir, but I fear findin' a medic willin' to operate on these peepers would prove impossible, seein' as how I'm nigh on invisible to most folk."

Auley blinks in surprise at Elmo's gentle reminder of his condition "Ah, of course! Sorry, I wasn't thinking," his ears droop in embarrassment at his thoughtless suggestion.

Auley's ears perk up hopefully at the idea of requesting aid from headquarters for Elmo's eye injury. "Well, surely you could petition RED headquarters then!" he suggests brightly. "As one of their enlisted Elves, I'm certain they could connect you with a specialist willing to operate."

Elmo leans an elbow on a nearby crate, scratching his chin broodingly. "Even if I did petition RED headquarters fer aid, well…let's just say that rat Mason's made sure to torpedo any such requests I sent thus far." His lip curls in a faint sneer at the mention of his old commander.

"Not to mention Headquarters wants me stayin' put here in Lapland where the Commander…er, Mr. Briant that is," he corrects himself, "can keep an eye on things. Soon as I stray outta his sphere o' influence, that snake Mason'll swoop right in to snare me in his coils again."

Elmo shudders visibly at the thought. Forcing a grin, he gives Auley's shoulder a companionable slap. "So ye see, nothin' fer it but to make the best of things here. An' if me vision gets too burdensome, reckon I'll just take early retirement out to one o' them Elf villages nearby."

He leans back against the crates, folding his arms and regarding Auley with a tilt of his horned head. "I 'ppreciate yer kindness though, sir. Yer a right decent one, ye are."

Auley falls silent for a long moment, fidgeting with the screwdriver in his hands. When he finally speaks again, his voice is low and uncharacteristically serious.

"And…you would truly be alright with such an outcome?" He looks up, meeting Elmo's gaze directly for once. His odd eyes gleam with an almost feverish intensity.

Elmo lets out a hearty laugh, waving a dismissive hand. "Ah, don't ye be frettin' none over me, sir! Life's good 'nuff fer the likes o' me."

Auley's ears flatten back against his skull as he listens to Elmo's forced cheer, the fur along his spine bristling, his mismatched eyes narrow, lips peeling back to expose sharp fangs.

"That is not what I asked!" he growls, the normally mild-mannered wolf's voice taking on an uncharacteristically harsh edge. "Why are you so content to simply let things remain as they are? To languish here until you're shuffled off to waste away in some remote village?"

Elmo reels back in surprise at Auley's sudden outburst, ears pinning back defensively. The wolf's normally mild demeanor has been replaced by fiery intensity.

Elmo holds up his hands placatingly. "Now Auley, I know ye mean well, but-"

"That is not what I asked!" Auley snarls, baring his fangs. "Why are you content to languish here until discarded like rubbish? Watching your comrades march off without you time and again?"

Auley slams his fist down on the workbench in frustration, various tools and gadget parts clattering from the forceful impact as he snarls at Elmo. "Wrong! Cease that lukewarm, passive thinking at once!" He sweeps out an arm in emphasis, nearly knocking over a rack of delicate instruments.

"If you truly have a dream, then for gods' sake, pursue it with all your might!" the wolf continues heatedly. "Do not simply resign yourself to languishing on the sidelines your whole damn life!" His odd eyes blaze, fangs bared as he advances on the startled goat

"It ain't so simple as all that!" Elmo protests, beginning to grow frustrated himself now. "I already be on thin ice after everythin' went down with Mason. One wrong move an' I lose what little standin' I got left!"

He shakes his great horned head vehemently. "Ye think Nicholas an' the Major will keep vouchin' fer me if I make waves tryin' to get meself transferred out? Hells, Mason's just waitin' fer an excuse to swoop in an' drag me back under his thumb the second I stray from Lappland!"

Auley's gaze blazes with an almost manic intensity, lips curled back to expose gleaming fangs as he advances on the startled goat. "What if I told you there's a way for you to achieve your dream without ever leaving Lapland?" he says, jabbing a finger at his own chest. "Me! I possess the necessary skills to restore your vision!"

Elmo reels back in surprise, his lone eye going wide with shock at Auley's unexpected claim. "Bwah?! You? Perform surgery on me noggin?" He gapes at the wolf, clearly having difficulty believing what he's hearing.

Auley meets Elmo's disbelieving stare unflinchingly, ears perked and odd eyes blazing with intensity. "I served a multi-year mortuary apprenticeship, during which I assisted with countless autopsies and restorative procedures. What's delving into an ocular cavity to me?" He sweeps out an arm, gesturing sharply. "I can perform the vitrectomies and membrane repairs myself!"

Sensing Elmo's hesitance, Auley continued barking "Sergeant Rantanen! What is it you truly want?"

Elmo stands at attention almost instictively, his right hand flying up in a crisp salute. "I want to contribute to this here base, sir!" he declares resolutely.

Auley leans in closer, his odd-eyed gaze boring intensely into Elmo's as the wolf presses him for a concrete answer. "How can you achieve that ambition? Tell me!"

"I want to contribute to this here base and fight alongside me brothers in arms, sir!"

"How will you achieve your dream?!"

Elmo's eye burns with resolve as he gives his crisp salute. "By askin' fer yer help, sir!"

Auley slams a fist against the workbench, tools rattling violently at the impact. "Then say it! Ask for my aid, here and now!" His ears are pinned back, fangs bared and odd eyes feverish as he stares the brawny goat down.

Elmo stands at rigid attention, conviction burning in his one good eye as he gives Auley a crisp salute. "Sir! Restore me vision so I can stand proud alongside me brothers once more!"

His barrel chest heaves with emotion and exertion as he continues pleading his case. "Want to chase me dreams again instead o' rottin' away in some backwater village!"

He slams a fist against his chest, just over his heart. "No more! By mine own horns, I vow to pull me weight 'round here, and cover their backs same as they covered mine when I had nowt to me name. I want to hold me head high again and call myself their brother!"

Elmo's knees nearly buckle from the force of his impassioned outpouring. He braces a hand against the supply crates to steady himself, chest heaving as he meets Auley's intense gaze. "So I beseech ye once more…help me reclaim me pride so's I can stand alongside Gracia and the others, where I belong!"

Auley's expression softens as he listens to Elmo's impassioned plea, a tender smile touching his muzzle. He steps forward and reaches up to clasp the much taller goat's shoulder supportively.

"Since you know what you want, I promise to do everything in my power to help you achieve it," he says gently.

Glancing at his watch, Auley gives Elmo's arm an encouraging squeeze. "You've had a trying evening. Why don't you go rest up while I wrap things here?"

Elmo opens his mouth as if to respond, emotions still clearly in turmoil, but Auley gives him a gentle yet firm pat on the arm before gathering his things to head out for the remainder of his evening meetings. The goat can only watch as the slender wolf makes his exit, leaving Elmo alone with his conflicted thoughts…

Chapter 9: The Second Santa

Chapter Text

Auley sits cross-legged on his bed, the glow of a freshly lit match washing his features in warm orange hues. Beside him lay several more matchsticks, the phosphorous-dipped tips glinting dully in the low light. The wolf cups the fragile flame in his palms, eyes half-lidded as he seems lost in thought.

A faint hiss and crackle fills the silence as the first match begins to gutter. Just before it can singe his fingers, Auley shakes his head sharply as if breaking from a trance and tosses the spent stick aside.

Scratch!

The second match flares to life a moment later as he resumes his pensive vigil.

"Stop boasting you'll have your growth spurt Däumling, you'll always be the shortest." He gave out a faint laugh.

With every new little flame his inner turmoil seems to melt away. He makes pauses between the phrases, as if listening to someone's response or giving them time to reply.

Scratch! A new match flares up.

"Gold as high as a mountain? How about you pile us some food first, Heinel?"

He sighs, letting the flame's warmth prickle his fur.

Scratch! Another match lights up.

"Don't worry Hans, I shall keep our promise once we get out of here."

Auley falls silent for a moment, gazing into the tiny flickering flame cradled in his palms. His expression is serene yet distant.

As the last match flickers out, Auley closes his eyes with a soft sigh and clutches the Mannerheim Cross hanging around his neck. He whispers softly:

"Everyone…please lend me your strength."

He remains seated in contemplative silence for a time, shoulders slumped wearily. But then Auley shakes himself, taking a deep breath as he steels his resolve.

Auley jumps off the bed and snatches the phone from the side table, dialing a number with shaking paws. His ears flatten nervously against his skull and he takes a deep breath to steady himself before speaking into the receiver:

"H-Hello? This is Warrant Officer Auley Grimm calling. I apologize for disturbing you at this late hour, but…" he trails off, fidgeting with his pen as he gathers his thoughts on how exactly to pose his unusual request.

"Yes, I…well, I'm not entirely comfortable with direct confrontation," he admits, clearing his throat. "That's why I hoped Sergeant Rantanen could help smooth things over when I present my request."

"You see, I require access to some of Cloud's personnel files and databases. Nothing confidential!" he adds hastily. "Merely background details to…corroborate certain capabilities needed for my plan."

Auley glances around furtively despite being alone in his quarters. "To be frank, this endeavour falls rather outside my formal duties to the project. More of a…personal matter, you might say."

"I simply wish to help Sergeant Rantanen regain full functionality of his damaged eye," he explains, a hint of warmth entering his voice. "And to do that, I must convince Mr. Briant the procedure would benefit Cloud as a whole."

He smiles hopefully, sensing the other party softening to his unusual request. "Might I count on your discretion in this, Doctor? I swear no lasting harm or unauthorized access."

After making several more calls to personnel around the base, Auley leans back in his office chair with a weary sigh. Though awkward at times having to rely on Elmo's prestige to smoothen things over, he's managed to secure the cooperation needed to gather equipment and data for his surgical endeavor.

Auley leans back in his office chair, letting out a weary sigh. His whole maneuver is likely to land him neck-deep in owed favors before it's through. After a short break, he directs his attention toward the work desk piled high with papers, folders, and documents - the crystallization of his hard work for the past month on the military hardware instructions manual.

But Auley cannot appreciate it, his mind is elsewhere. He recalls Elmo's despondent expression earlier, the goat's eyes sunken and fur disheveled from lack of sleep. A problem that has obviously been gnawing at him for some time. Even when Elmo tried to put on a cheerful front, the strain in his voice was evident.

Auley's gaze shifts to the darkened phone screen on his desk, reflecting back the image of a slender wolf pup huddled in a padded cell, all hope abandoned. He shakes his head sharply, ears pinning back.

Auley turns his attention back to the desk, gaze shifting between the piles of paperwork for Project Helvetti and his personal side projects. Both important in their own right, but as his thoughts stray back to Elmo's desperate plea from earlier, it's clear where his priorities lie.

With a decisive sweep of his arm, Auley brushes aside the meticulously organized documents and blueprints. They cascade to the floor in a flurry of loose pages and crumpled diagrams.

"Everyone has a dream they wish granted," he murmurs to himself, grabbing a fresh notepad from the drawer. Each firm stroke of his pen seems to convey Auley's hardened resolve.

"If you won’t write your wish to Santa, then that’s fine." His pupils dilate, dark pools of ink boring into the paper's surface. The slender wolf leans closer until his snout nearly touches the page.

"I will grant you your wish."

Nicholas adjusts his squared-rimmed glasses as he flips through the document again, a mix of emotions flickering across his ursine features. In his paw is Auley's meticulously compiled proposal outlining options for restoring vision to Cloud personnel with eye injuries - neatly categorized by severity, with supporting data on medical facilities, staffing, budgets…the thoroughness is remarkable. A remarkable feat accomplished seemingly overnight.

He steals a glance at Auley standing at rigid attention nearby. The wolf's expression holds an uncharacteristic air of gravitas this morning. When Auley first presented this bundle of paperwork, Nicholas assumed it was another of his impulsive side projects. But this level of detail reveals mature forethought and consideration of potential obstacles.

"I've understood the gist of your proposal well enough," Nicholas says finally, steepling his paws. "And it's an ingenious idea, make no mistake. Were circ*mstances different I'd approve it without hesitation."

He shakes his great shaggy head. "But with Project Helvetti's unveiling scarcely a month away, I'm afraid now is simply not an ideal time to be reallocating resources and personnel for an intensive secondary endeavor."

The ursine sighs heavily, regarding Auley with an apologetic look. "You clearly put much thought and effort into this plan, which I assure you is most appreciated. Perhaps we could revisit it in a few months once the exhibition is behind us?"

"I understand your hesitation given the timing, sir. But I implore you to consider sanctioning this endeavor, even on a limited scale, in tandem with Project Helvetti." He meets Nicholas's gaze earnestly. "Thus far, Cloud has relied heavily on RED headquarters for anything requiring specialist care or facilities. But the bureaucracy and distance often leads to problematic delays."

"You know as well as I the difficulties Elves face accessing proper medical treatment, even in a reasonably developed country like Finland. Why, Sergeant Rantanen shared just the other day his struggles even qualifying for simple corrective surgery!"

"Establishing our own self-sufficient medical response capabilities would not only improve morale, it would mark another step towards Cloud achieving true autonomy. We cannot always depend on RED to provide."

"At least consider a limited trial run, sir. We needn't aim for a full-scale hospital overnight. But even a basic surgical theater with a few specialists on retainer would make a world of difference for our people." He clasps his paws behind him once more, gaze steady but hopeful as he awaits Nicholas's response.

Nicholas tilts his head, eyeing Auley with surprise and a hint of newfound respect. "You gathered all of this yourself?" he asks, waving the sizable document stack.

"Yes sir…well, I did have to call in a few favors to expedite some of the information gathering," he admits. "But the core concept and execution was my own initiative."

Nicholas leans back in his chair, steepling his paws thoughtfully as he regards the slender wolf standing at parade rest before his desk. After a long moment he speaks up again:

"I must ask, Auley - why go about things in such a roundabout manner?" He gestures vaguely with one large paw. "After that rather dramatic display between you and Sergeant Rantanen yesterday, word has already spread amongst the ranks about your intention to restore his vision directly. So why not simply approve some temporary medical leave for the surgery?"

The ursine tilts his head, clearly bemused. "Establishing an entire self-sufficient medical facility seems rather excessive just for one soldier's operation, no?"

Auley meets Nicholas's gaze evenly, conviction burning in his odd eyes. "What Elmo truly seemed to want was acceptance - to stand as an equal alongside his peers instead of being handled differently."

He clasps his paws tightly behind his back. "I could simply request medical leave on his behalf. But doing so privately would only reinforce that unequal standing in Sergeant Rantanen's mind. He would see it as receiving special treatment unavailable to the others."

Auley's voice grows more impassioned, his normally reserved demeanor giving way to conviction. "Getting one's wish granted should bring happiness. I aim to restore Elmo's sight while also lifting the stigma he feels separates him from his fellow soldiers."

Nicholas listens intently, then leans his chin on one massive paw, regarding Auley with an exaggerated mournful look.

"I see, your logic makes perfect sense," he sighs, casting the wolf a sly sidelong glance. "Yet I cannot help feeling rather saddened you did not think to come to me for assistance with this little scheme of yours."

He sniffs, feigning affront. "Here I thought we'd developed a certain rapport this past month. But then you run off and plan this entire clandestine medical operation without so much as a word to your dear Commander!"

Nicholas places the back of his paw against his forehead melodramatically. "I am positively wounded by this lack of trust, Auley! Whatever did I do to make you doubt turning to me for help?"

Auley waves his paws frantically as Nicholas adopts a dramatic wounded demeanor, the wolf's previously serious posture crumbling in the face of the ursine's exaggerated affront. "O-Oh, I sorry, Nick! I thought it would not be fair to place you in an awkward position by asking you to officially sanction me before I even had all the details nailed down…" He trails off, looking rather helplessly at the large polar bear slumped across the desk.

Nicholas chuckles as Auley frantically waves his paws in response to the ursine's exaggerated pouting. Leaning back casually in his chair, the large polar lets his melodramatic affront melt away into an approving grin.

"I'm just teasing, no need to fret so," he says gently, steepling his paws. "Truth be told, I'm quite impressed by your initiative here, Allen. And more than a little proud."

His kindly blue eyes crinkle fondly behind horn-rimmed spectacles. "I've long wished to provide more personalized support for each of our soldiers. But my duties often force me to take a wide-lens view of operations."

He taps the paperwork stack with one thick digit. "Whereas you dove straight into the details of how to uplift just one troubled soul. Were I still a captain, I might have done the same."

Auley's cheeks flush red beneath his silvery fur at Nicholas's praise, a pleased smile tugging at his muzzle. He bashfully averts his gaze, mumbling back a flustered 'thank you' as his tail gives an involuntary wag of delight.

As the atmosphere in the office grows cordial, Major Owen Brayden placed a firm hand on Nicholas's shoulder, his stoic features set in a frown as he addresses Auley.

"We have a major project demonstration for investors in less than a month. Since this medical proposal is not an urgent matter, it can wait until after that critical deadline."

Auley's ears flatten slightly at the interruption, but he stands his ground. "I believe postponing it is unnecessary, sir," he counters respectfully. "Most departments are on schedule for the exhibition. Proceeding with a small-scale trial in the interim poses little risk."

At this perceived challenge to his authority, the Major bristles, cold gaze narrowing. "Who are you to dictate what is necessary or not, Warrant Officer?" he snaps. Auley flinches almost imperceptibly at the harsh tone, but continues gazing back levelly.

Major Owen folds his arms across his broad chest, features set in a deep frown as he fixes Auley with a stern look. "How can you guarantee proceeding with this scheme won't disrupt critical operations, Warrant Officer?" he questions sharply. "You've scarcely been here two months. Now you presume to dictate priorities?"

"What Cloud needs now is stability while finalizing the exhibition. Your impulsive actions threaten to undermine coordination efforts."

Nicholas raises a conciliatory paw towards the bristling reindeer. "Come now Owen, I'm certain we can accommodate a small ancillary project without too much disruption…"

But Owen cuts him off with an impatient slash of his hand. He taps the document sharply. "The priorities you outlined upon arriving were increased productivity and profitability. Funneling resources into medical facilities at this juncture contradicts those directives." His cold gaze bores into Auley. "Or do you presume to know better what's needed here after such a short tenure?"

Auley's jaw tightens, but he stands rigidly at attention under the Major's blistering scrutiny. The wolf's mind races to analyze the situation. Does the stern reindeer genuinely believe this medical proposal could jeopardize operations? Or is Owen simply determined to undermine the outsider based on personal dislike? Auley cannot yet decide.

Recalling Elmo and Nicholas' confidence in the Major, Auley decides a conciliatory gesture may help smooth tensions for now. He inclines his head respectfully. "You make a fair point regarding my recent arrival, sir. Perhaps I acted rashly proposing such sweeping changes before fully grasping current needs."

Owen's eyes narrow, clearly surprised Auley is backing down rather than citing General Gertrude's authority to overrule him. The wolf clasps his paws behind his back, gaze steady. "With Project Helvetti's unveiling fast approaching, stability must take priority. I defer to your judgment on appropriate timing for ancillary initiatives post-exhibition."

He glances between Owen and Nicholas, ears lowered submissively. "Please instruct me how to best support Cloud's goals at this critical juncture."

Major Owen regards Auley pensively as the wolf cedes authority over timing of the medical initiative. Clearly not having expected such deference from the outsider. Nicholas opens his muzzle to interject, but Owen silences him with a sharp look before turning back to Auley.

"It's not that ancillary projects are expressly forbidden," he allows gruffly, arms folded across his broad chest. "But you clearly have too many irons in the fire currently to give proper focus." His cold gaze bores into the slender canine. "So I will approve just one side endeavor at this time. Choose which has priority - your medical proposal or these other mysterious personal projects."

Auley's expression darkens as Owen presents him with an ultimatum - choose between restoring Elmo's sight or pursuing his own Integration of Neural Linkage Project. The wolf clenches his jaw, sharp fangs grinding together audibly as he silently curses himself for exposing vulnerability to the ruthless reindeer.

Auley forces a smile to his muzzle, though his odd eyes blaze with barely-restrained fury. Through gritted teeth he replies, "Understood, sir. I will inform Sergeant Rantanen the good news once we finish here."

Owen eyes Auley appraisingly, arms folded across his broad chest. "You chose fast. Are you certain you won't come to regret that decision?"

His tone holds a hint of skepticism as he presses further. "It's been barely a month since you met Sergeant Rantanen. Why such eagerness to upend operations for one soldier you scarcely know?”

Auley's jaw tightens, sharp fangs grinding together audibly. He forces his reply through gritted teeth. "Isn't it obvious, sir? I-"

Nicholas moves the debris aside with a grunt, clearing enough space to squeeze his bulky frame through. The mound shifts dangerously and he freezes, holding his breath, but it settles a moment later. Beyond lays a small darkened chamber, seemingly untouched by the destruction outside. Nicholas' eyes adjust to the gloom and he spots a small, huddled shape in the corner - the missing child.

"Allen! There you are, lad," Nicholas calls out gently so as not to startle the wolf pup, slowly approaching with the food pouch and canteen in hand. "I've found some tinned meat and clean water. Here, you must be famished…"

Carefully, Nicholas spoons some of the mush into Auley's mouth, ensuring he swallows properly before taking some himself. That done, Nicholas settles his large frame beside the silent pup with a grunt and an encouraging pat on his skinny shoulder. "There now, no need to fret anymore, lad. We're safe for the interim. My squad is already calling for backup to dig us out."

Nicholas sighs heavily, his shoulders slumping wearily as he surveys the wolf pup's scrapes and bruises with a critical eye. He's done his best to dress the wounds with what meager medical supplies were stored here, but infection is an ever-present threat in these close, dusty quarters.

The large polar bear clenches his massive paw, knuckles popping audibly in the tense silence. He's commanded plenty of dangerous missions in his long military career, but this feeling of utter helplessness gnaws at his gut in a disconcertingly unfamiliar way.

"Santa, why are you always stopping and looking around?"

Nicholas recognizes this as one of his coping mechanisms - reciting folk tales when nervous or scared. He decides to play along, hoping it will provide some small comfort.

"I can see my wolf on the roof. He wants to come with me."

"Fool, that isn't your wolf. That's the morning sun shining on the chimney."

Nicholas smiles and gently encloses the pup's small paws in his massive ones. "That's right, you're my shining sun. With you here, I'm not afraid to get lost in this forest. Let us find our way back home."

Auley doesn't speak, but squeezes Nicholas' paw back firmly. This simple gesture fills the ursine with an exhilarating sense of joy and relief.

Nicholas rummages around in his pack for a few moments before pulling out a small object. It is a crudely carved but intricately designed wooden puzzle box, crafted from scraps of debris during his vigil over the sleeping pup. He smiles, holding it out towards Auley.

"Allen, I've something here for you, lad. A little gift to help pass the time." As the pup's small hands grope clumsily at the proffered box, Nicholas realizes too late that his own manifestation influence still obscures it from the non-Elf child's perception.

"Ah, apologies!" He quickly withdraws his paw, breaking contact. Auley blinks in surprise as the puzzle box seems to suddenly materialize before him as the obscuring aura withdraws with Nicholas's touch. The pup's eyes light up with delight at this magic trick, eagerly turning the box over in his hands and beginning to fiddle with the sliding tile lock mechanism.

Nicholas breathes a quiet sigh of relief seeing the gift is well-received. He reaches out to gently close Auley's fingers around the Mannerheim Cross medal dangling from the cord around his neck, before the overlarge decoration gets snagged on a piece of debris. "Best keep this safe for now, eh? But perhaps you can solve my little puzzle by the time they dig us out."

Nicholas sighs heavily as he observes the young wolf pup turning the carved puzzle box over in his small hands, tail wagging with innocent delight despite their dire predicament. But then a shadow crosses Auley's youthful features and his ears droop. Looking up at the ursine, he asks tremulously "Everyone else left. Are you leaving me too, Santa?"

"Never, lad. I’ll be right here by your side no matter what."

But Auley only looks more forlorn, tracing a small claw along the box's intricate tilework. "That's what they all said too…"

The old soldier feels his heart clench at those words, so weighted with loss and betrayal despite the pup's few short years thus far. Nicholas places a gentle paw on Auley's skinny shoulder, ducking his head to meet the boy's mismatched eyes.

"I understand why you feel that way, Allen. You've endured cruel hardship that no child should have to face," Nicholas says gently. "But I give you my word of honor - I will never willingly abandon you."

Auley looks up at him, eyes full of doubt and fear as he asks "Why not?"

He smiles kindly, giving Auley's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "All my years soldiering, I fought to protect something…but it was always through the barrel of a gun. An abstract ideal, not personal."

His blue eyes take on a faraway look. "Yet being trapped here with you these past days, I realized what I truly want is to help people - especially innocents like yourself who got chewed up and spat out by life's cruelty."

Nicholas meets Auley's gaze evenly. "If someone needs me, is there any reason to hesitate? So no, I will not leave your side, lad. Not until we walk out of here together."

Owen listens pensively to Auley's impassioned words, his stern features softening somewhat as the wolf describes protecting and uplifting the vulnerable as his driving purpose. The Major glances away, brow furrowing as though recalling some long-buried memory.

After a weighty pause, the Major refocuses his attention on Auley. "Very well then. If uplifting the vulnerable is truly your aim, then let us proceed with restoring Sergeant Rantanen's vision." He nods decisively. "However, I will be assigning you an additional task for Project Helvetti - find volunteers to test these neural implants you mentioned and compile the data for our records."

Auley's eyes widen in surprise. "Huh?! B-But my side projects have nothing to do with…" His protest dies on his tongue as Owen holds up a hand, a faint grin tugging at his muzzle.

"Consider it thanks for opening my eyes on a few matters just now. And I won't be taking no for an answer, Warrant Officer," the reindeer states, tone brooking no argument.

Still stunned by this sudden fortune, Auley snaps to attention with a salute. "Y-Yes sir! You have my deepest gratitude, Major Brayden! I swear I won't disappoint you!"

Owen waited for Auley to leave the room before turning back to face Nicholas with a small smile on his rugged features. "You know, Nicky, I've always wondered what you were like before coming here to Cloud, I suppose I've gotten my answer" he remarks, leaning casually against the large oak desk and folding his arms across his broad chest.

Nicholas closes his eyes and smiles fondly at the mention of Auley. "That's because he only took my good traits. I'm glad the lad chose to become a specialist instead of going into the combat unit like I did."

He glances over curiously at Owen. "Wait, is that why you seemed so suspicious of him when he first arrived, Owen? Because he reminded you of my younger self?"

"It's more than that, Nick. Auley can perceive us without having the Elf Syndrome curse binding him here like the rest of us." He shakes his head, antlers glinting in the low light.

"He had his whole life ahead of him, able to go anywhere, do anything. Yet he chose to come here, under orders from another Santa no less!" Owen snorts, feet scuffing the floor. "I'll admit, part of me resented his intrusion on our isolated domain. What right had this interloper to insert himself into our affairs?"

Nicholas shakes his head slowly. "Allen would never do that, Owen."

Owen lets out a heavy sigh, his broad shoulders slumping slightly as he rubs the back of his neck. His stern features soften somewhat, regret creeping into his tone.

"I apologize, sir. I know you care for Grimm, but I cannot simply take things on blind faith," he admits begrudgingly. "My duty is to safeguard Cloud and all her people."

He begins slowly pacing the office, heavy boots muffled by the plush carpet. "Yet the more I questioned the staff on Warrant Officer Grimm's conduct these past weeks, the more I realized that despite his unorthodox methods, he has never compromised integrity or ethics to force my hand."

Owen comes to a stop before Nicholas's desk, meeting the ursine's kindly blue gaze. "And through it all, even when I obstructed his every effort, he refused to hide behind your authority to circumvent me. That at least has earned a modicum of respect in my eyes."

Nicholas sighs heavily and removes his horn-rimmed glasses, setting them down on the desk with an audible clack before rubbing his eyes wearily. "Honestly Owen, if you were so set on testing Warrant Officer Grimm's integrity, you could have simply approved a limited trial run of this medical proposal without all the wind-up," he says, exasperated by his second-in-command's typical militant obstinacy.

"Did you truly think obstructing him at every turn was the optimal approach, rather than say, closely supervising a small ancillary project?"

Owen turns to the window, gazing thoughtfully out at the snowy landscape beyond as a faint smile tugs at his rugged muzzle. "Nick…Warrant Officer Grimm did make the opening move in this little skirmish of wills," he points out wryly.

"Can't fault a soldier for returning fire, as it were." His chuckle comes out as more of a snort. Glancing sidelong at the ursine, Owen adds in a murmur… "Though I'll admit, perhaps I was unduly harsh at first. Had I met the Allen you knew back then instead of a stranger under Gertrude's command…"

Nicholas leaned back in his leather chair, letting out a relieved sigh as he felt the stress of the morning's confrontation with Auley and Owen seeping from his shoulders. He closes his eyes for a moment, a fond smile touching his muzzle.

"Mm, the desire to protect someone vulnerable truly brings out the best in Allen, doesn't it?" he remarks approvingly to Owen. "All this time I thought the lad needed my guidance still. Yet here he is spearheading medical reform for the entire blasted base!"

The ursine barks out a hearty laugh, slapping his knee. "By my stripes, our little pup has grown into a true alpha, hasn't he Owen? Leading the pack now instead of nipping at heels."

His mirth fades into a more wistful smile as he steeples his meaty paws, glancing sidelong at the Major. "I must admit though, it does make one feel rather melancholy to witness him so matured. Why, seems like only yesterday I was spoon-feeding that scrawny waif in the rubble…"

Owen lets out a low chuckle at Nicholas's sentimental words regarding Auley, the stern Major allowing his rigid posture to relax ever so slightly as he observes the frost-rimed window pane. "But he seems to have found his back into your arms, Nick."

"It's true, the fates did see fit to deliver Allen back into my care after so long apart. A welcome happenstance to be sure."

He falls silent a moment, smile fading. Try as he might to ignore the niggling doubts, Nicholas cannot help questioning Gertrude's motives for sending Auley here after so many years. But he keeps such thoughts private for now, not wishing to spoil the cordial mood.

Nicholas leans back in his chair with a thoughtful expression, steepling his large paws. After a weighty silence he glances over at Owen, catching the reindeer's eye. A playful smile tugs at his muzzle.

"Apologies Owen, I became a mite distracted gazing at your handsome features just now. I dare say you've only grown more striking with each passing month in this frost-kissed wilderness of ours."

Owen snorts, though there's a hint of a smirk playing about his mouth. "Is that so? Perhaps you require some assistance…relaxing later tonight once we've wrapped up here. Wouldn't want a repeat of what nearly happened last time Louis walked in on us."

Nicholas barks out a laugh, tugging Owen down by his tie to plant a quick peck on his muzzle. "Tempting, but I've no wish to be forcibly retired quite yet. Best we avoid stirring up gossip for now. Brew us up a spot of coffee for the interim dear heart, else I fear we'll end up making an unprofessional mess right atop these very important documents!"

The ursine winks roguishly even as Owen shakes his head and makes for the office's compact kitchenette. As the Major busies himself preparing their drinks, Nicholas allows his mirthful expression to fade. He closes his eyes with a heavy sigh, offering up a silent prayer that his doubts about Auley's unexpected reentry into his life will prove unfounded

Chapter 10: Auley Grimm 2

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A lone figure streaks across the torrential rain, the downpour's pitter-patter bouncing against the brick road as pedestrians run to seek shelter. With only the occasional flash of lightning and the glow of the full moon to light his path, the wolf darts down a side alley and arrives at the mortuary entrance, breathing heavily. He lets out a weary sigh as he enters the dry interior, the heavy door swinging shut behind him with a dull thud that echoes faintly down the empty hall.

Shrugging out of his soaked raincoat and shirt, the wolf's glossy black fur gleams under the harsh fluorescent lighting of the preparation room. Though he appears young - scarcely out of adolescence - there is a guarded wariness to his amber eyes belying his years as he efficiently sets his damp garments near the wall-mounted heaters to dry.

The young wolf meticulously examines the array of surgical tools laid out before him, the harsh fluorescent lighting gleaming off the sharp edges of scalpels and hooks. His gaze lingers on a corneal trephine, newly purchased despite his meager wages from the mortuary work. The instrument's rough, worn handle hints at its secondhand nature, and his expression tightens ever so slightly in disappointment.

The wolf's thoughts stray to his finances - rent, charity donations, the professor he still so desperately hopes will return his letters one day if he can just pay enough… A rumble from his skinny belly reminds him it's past time to check if the nearby soup kitchen has any leftovers to spare.

With almost reverent care, the wolf cleanses each tool with hydrogen peroxide before arranging them neatly on the back table. Lastly he places his most treasured instrument - a revolver - beside the tray. Its single loaded chamber provides dark reassurance should his nerve fail him.

Now properly attired in gloves and scrubs, the nameless wolf turns to regard the cadaver selected for this secret procedure - chosen specifically for having no remaining kin to inquire after its whereabouts. Taking a steadying breath, the young mortician stretches out a paw towards the corpse's lifeless eyes…

"The first thing is…"

"Mr. Grimm! The operating room is prepped and ready for you, sir!"

Auley glances up from where he sits hunched over a tablet reviewing Elmo's scans and treatment plan one final time. He straightens, adjusting his scrubs as he stands. "Oh! Thank you, I'll be right along," he responds, unable to keep a note of nervousness from creeping into his voice.

As Auley follows Alen down the brightly lit hospital corridor, he feels the eyes of countless staff and visitors following his progress curiously. A few hushed whispers reach his sensitive ears and he ducks his head self-consciously

"I wasn't aware my involvement was such a hot topic," he murmurs under his breath. The large goat walking alongside chuckles good-naturedly in response.

"Well, you're certainly younger than we imagined for a visiting Santa specialist," he remarks. "Has everyone quite curious to finally lay eyes on one of your kind up close."

Auley ducks his head, ears flattening self-consciously. "Ah, I see…" He debates correcting their mistaken assumption, but decides explaining the full peculiar nature of his role here would only invite more unwelcome attention.

They pass through a set of double doors into the prep area just outside the main OR suite. Alen gestures towards a small locker room. "You can leave your personal effects in here during the procedure. I'll inform the team you've arrived."

He gives Auley an encouraging thumbs up before departing to scrub in himself. Alone now, Auley takes a steadying breath as he opens the locker assigned to him. His gaze falls upon the small framed photo tucked in the corner - himself as a young pup, smiling brightly alongside a white-furred wolf with kind eyes. Wilhelm, his older brother.

Auley steps through the double doors into the operating room, glancing around at the team of surgeons and nurses assembled to assist. Of course none of them can perceive the patient - Sergeant Elmo Rantanen - where he lays prepped upon the table, his nervousness only evident to Auley and the assisting anesthesiologist monitoring his vitals. Taking his place at the head of the table, Auley meets Elmo's milky eyes, offering a reassuring smile beneath his surgical mask.

"We'll have you fixed up in no time, Sergeant. Just try to relax."

Elmo nods, cracking a weak grin. "Aye, bring me back in one piece sir!"

With a final pat on the goat's broad shoulder, Auley turns his focus inward, expression becoming detached and clinical. The team looks on curiously as their visitor dons magnifying goggles and picks up a scalpel, seeming to address thin air as he makes the first incision…

Auley was walking along the corridor of the Cloud base with Elmo, who had just returned after an eye surgery performed by Auley. The large goat was still adjusting to restored vision, at times awkwardly bumping into objects and signs while getting used to depth perception.

As Elmo walks face-first into yet another overhanging sign with a loud thunk, he staggers back cursing and clutching his aching horns. Auley quickly moves to support him, steadying the larger beastman with a hand on his broad back.

"Easy there! Are you alright, Elmo?" the wolf asks with concern, glancing critically at the red mark on Elmo's forehead from the impact.

"Ah don't ye fret none over me, I'm right as rain!" he declares heartily. "Just one o' the pitfalls o' bein' so devilishly tall n' handsome I reckon." Elmo grins as Auley rolls his eyes, the goat's bravado returning now that the initial shock of walking face-first into the sign has passed.

He chuckles, allowing Auley to support some of his considerable bulk as the slender wolf helps him back to his feet. Elmo has to resist the sudden urge to pull the pup down onto his lap for a cuddle. Best not push his luck while he's still getting his bearings, vision-wise at least.

Instead, the brawny goat gives Auley's shoulder an affectionate squeeze with one huge hand. "Much obliged fer havin' me back, sir! Why, I'd be deader than yesterday's catch if not fer yer skills with a scalpel," he says sincerely. "So if there's anythin' I can do to repay the kindness, ye just say the word!"

Auley sighs, shaking his head in exasperation as Elmo laughs off walking face-first into yet another signpost while getting used to his newly restored vision. "And that is precisely why I insisted you remain confined to quarters for at least a week post-surgery," the wolf chides. "Depth perception takes time to re-acclimate to after such an invasive procedure."

He loops an arm around Elmo's broad back to support him as the goat sways unsteadily for a moment. Elmo's considerable bulk nearly causes Auley to topple over as well before the brawny beastman regains his footing. Auley huffs, brushing himself off with as much dignity as he can muster once Elmo releases him from the impromptu embrace.

"We really should have done this in multiple stages - one eye at a time," Auley continues fretfully. "I still cannot fathom why you were so insistent on having both eyes repaired simultaneously." He frowns up at the larger male in consternation. "Weren't you frightened of losing what limited vision you had left should complications arise?"

"Aw, not to be worryin' yerself over me none, sir! I be fit as an ox an' twice as stubborn thanks to yer masterful doctorin'," he declares confidently.

At Auley's skeptical look, Elmo elaborates on why he insisted on the risky full dual-eye procedure: "Truth is, I wanted it done 'fore the investor inspection an' exhibition. Figured with two good peepers, mebbe I could finally volunteer for active patrol duty again."

His expression softens and he smiles fondly down at the diminutive wolf. "An' well…after yer rousin' speech 'bout grabbin' hold o' dreams an' such, I realized life's too damn short to be always playin' it safe. So fer once I thought I'd take a leap o' faith an' believe in ye, Auley."

Elmo gives Auley's slender paw an affectionate squeeze in his own calloused one, smiling fondly down at the wolf. "Ye been me guidin' star through all this, sir."

Auley stares blankly at Elmo for a second before his cheeks become flushed. He used his free paw to cover his muzzle and looks away bashfully. "…I'll try not to disappoint you, then," he murmurs.

"Ah, I feel me vision actin' up again! Might ye help guide this poor blind goat back to me quarters, sir?" When Auley gives him a wry look, Elmo wheedles, "C'mon, lend a helpin' hand to yer patient? I'll make it worth yer while…" He waggles his eyebrows suggestively.

Auley groans in resignation as Elmo feigns vision troubles again, but relents to helping guide the larger beastman back to his quarters. With the brawny goat leaning heavily on his slender frame, it looks for all the world as if Elmo has his arms wrapped snugly around the diminutive wolf in a cozy embrace.

They pass a few of Elmo's squadmates in the hallway, the rambunctious lot hooting and nudging each other suggestively at the cozy display. Elmo flashes them a discreet thumbs up and wink behind Auley's back as they continue on.

Though Auley huffs in exasperation at having to guide the brawny Elmo all the way back to his quarters, there's a hint of an amused smile tugging at his muzzle. Meanwhile, Elmo seems to be in unusually high spirits, humming a cheerful tune under his breath.

"Elmo, why are your squadmates referring to me as 'Doc' now?"

"It's yer callsign, sir! They came up with it after ye put out the word helpin' fix up soldiers with bum peepers. Since 'Santa' is taken already, they figure 'Doc' suits ye, seein' as yer our only in-house sawbones."

Auley frowns slightly "Do I get no say in this?"

"Aw, t'ain't meant as an insult! Just shows they respect ye fer goin' so far outta yer way t'help a sorry sod like meself."

As they continue on, Auley puzzles over why Elmo seems to be in such an unusually cheerful mood.

The snowstorm outside the base intensifies, fat heavy flakes blowing fiercely against the windows. Elmo makes a face as he peers out at the worsening weather. "Whew, them boys'll have their work cut out for 'em shovelin' all that!" He nudges Auley playfully. "What say you suit up an' lend a hand out there? Be a nice gesture o' solidarity after they welcomed ye to the fold."

Auley makes a noncommittal noise, clearly not keen on the idea of venturing into the blizzard. "I'd really rather just design some snow-clearing robots at this point…"

"Aw c'mon now, t'ain't proper team buildin' if yer hidin' away tinkerin'! Sides, I happen to know a certain jolly polar bear who tends to lend a paw out there." He waggles his eyebrows suggestively. "Reckon Commander Briant could use some company keepin' spirits up. An' it'd give you two a chance to catch up proper-like!"

At this, Auley's expression becomes conflicted. He opens his mouth as if to protest further, then closes it and simply shakes his head mutely. Elmo's good-natured prodding is clearly stirring up complicated feelings regarding Nicholas that Auley seems reluctant to examine too closely right now…

As they continue shuffling through the hallway, Elmo decides to change the subject seeing Auley's clear reluctance to discuss Nicholas right now. He nudges the slender wolf playfully.

"So ye never did tell me, how'd ye manage to convince both Commander Briant and Major Hard-Antlers to approve this mad scheme o' yers anyhow?" He chuckles. "'Specially seein' how Owen seemed dead set on obstructin' yer efforts from the get-go. Musta used some high level magic to win him over, aye?"

"Oh, there was nothing of the sort involved. I simply prepared thoroughly and presented my case as logically as possible. And in truth, both were quite supportive once they understood my aims."

"When making my case to the Commander and Major, our discussions centered primarily on logistical feasibility and potential impacts to current operations. But we never truly delved into the deeper 'why' behind it all - my personal motivations and end goals."

He gestures vaguely with one slender hand. "Look at it objectively: among all Cloud's personnel, you were essentially the sole individual exhibiting ocular dysfunction severe enough to warrant surgical correction. And in terms of available specialists, I'm likely the only surgeon within 500 miles even capable of operating on an Elf without issue."

Auley shakes his head, looking vaguely troubled. "Strictly speaking, drafting up so many new medical agreements and contingencies solely to fix one soldier's vision seems almost frivolous when weighed against operational costs. A gross misappropriation of resources solely for one patient's benefit, no?"

"Yeouch, tell it like it is, why don't ya sir!" He chuckles ruefully, running a hand through his shaggy hair.

Auley nods gravely in agreement to Elmo's assessment. "Precisely. Had either Nicholas or the Major pressed me on those hard logistical realities, I'm not certain I could have provided a satisfactory rationale for the endeavor's scope and associated costs."

"Yet the Major only insisted upon tying it into the Helvetti project's data gathering. So I suppose I should thank his obstinacy for enabling this to proceed at all."

As Elmo playfully squeezes Auley's slender shoulder again, the wolf frowns slightly in puzzlement at the large goat's uncharacteristically tactile behavior since the surgery.

"You seem rather more, ah, handsy as of late…" He squirms out from under Elmo's heavy grip, smoothing his rumpled uniform.

"Aw c'mon now, don't be so shy! I've seen ye eyein' me up when ye think I ain't lookin'." He flexes an arm, beefy bicep bulging against the fabric of his singlet. "Can't say I blame ya fer sneakin' a peek or two eyeing fer my goat milk~"

Auley's cheeks flush red beneath his silvery fur when Elmo makes a risqué comment about "trying goat's milk", prompting a bark of laughter from the brawny beastman.

"I-It's hardly appropriate fraternization between an officer and subordinate! Now please, let's just get you back to your quarters…"

The wolf quickens his pace, forcing Elmo to shuffle faster lest he trip over his own boots. But despite Auley's embarrassment, there's a subtle smile tugging at the corners of his mouth belying his protestations. Clearly the goat's playful flirtations are not entirely unwanted.

By the time Auley helps guide the brawny goat beastman back to his quarters, both he and Elmo appear rather worn out - the wolf from supporting Elmo's considerable weight this whole way, and Elmo still adjusting to functioning eyes again.

As they enter the modest room, Elmo grins down at his slender companion. "Say, how 'bout I fix ye up a nice hot cuppa to thank ye again fer everything?" He winks roguishly. "Got me some o' that herbal tea contraband stashed away. Help yerself!"

Auley sighs in resignation but smiles faintly. "Oh very well, I suppose one cup won't hurt." He settles onto the small sofa Auley sits on the small sofa in Elmo's quarters with a weary sigh, watching as the brawny goat busies himself preparing a pot of tea. He notices Elmo wince slightly handling the hot kettle one-handed while grabbing for a teacup with the other, and quickly rises to assist.

"Here, allow me before you spill boiling water all over yourself." He gently takes both kettle and cup from Elmo's large hands and finishes pouring the tea himself before passing a steaming mug to Elmo. His fingers lightly brush Elmo's own as the goat accepts it with a murmured thanks and a faint smile at Auley's solicitude.

Auley sits on the small sofa in Elmo's modest quarters, still looking rather befuddled by the large goat beastman's unusually tactile and suggestive behavior since getting his vision restored. He shakes his head in puzzlement, taking a sip of the herbal tea Elmo prepared.

"I must confess, your actions as of late have me rather perplexed, Elmo. Might you explain what exactly has come over you?"

Elmo just chuckles knowingly, a grin spreading across his rugged features. He leans back casually in his chair across from Auley, taking a long draught of tea before responding.
"Sometimes I forget how clueless ye can be 'bout these matters, sir!" He shakes his horned head in wry amusem*nt. "Why d'ye think I been gettin' so handsy-like since the surgery, eh?"

At Auley's continued bewildered look, Elmo sighs theatrically. C'mon now, use that big brain o' yers! I'll give ye a hint - " He leans in close with a roguish wink. " - why's a fella ask someone cute as yerself up to his private quarters, hmm?"

Comprehension finally begins dawning on Auley's features, his eyes widening and ears perking up in surprise. "W-Wait, you think I'm…c-cute?" he stammers out.

Elmo simply smirks knowingly in response. And as Auley continues grappling with this revelation, the burly goat decides some more *ahem* demonstrative clues are in order. He begins making rather suggestive gestures until Auley’s cheeks flushes bright red beneath his silvery fur.

"C'mon, lighten up! We're both adults here. What say we have a bit o' fun, eh?"

Auley clears his throat, fidgeting nervously with his teacup. "I-I'm flattered by your interest Elmo, truly! But I've never been one for casual dalliances…"

Elmo chuckles, clearly enjoying the wolf's flustered reactions. He leans back casually, regarding Auley with a smoldering look that makes him squirm.

"We could always take things nice n' slow then. Get ter know each other proper over a few dates first mebbe? I confess I'm rather sweet on ye…" His cheeks color slightly at this admission.

Auley sighs heavily, ears drooping as he sets down his teacup on the low table between them. The wolf's posture is weary yet resolute as he meets Elmo's gaze. When he speaks, his tone holds a note of gentle finality.

"I cannot in good conscience pursue a romantic relationship given our history, Elmo. You've been my subordinate, my student…my patient." He shakes his head. "It would be deeply unethical, a betrayal of the trust you placed in me as your physician."

Elmo opens his mouth to protest but Auley raises a slender hand, forestalling him. "I know you'll argue the circ*mstances make it permissible. But it is a line I simply cannot cross, no matter how I might feel otherwise."

He offers Elmo a sad, apologetic smile. "I hope you can understand, and that we might remain friends in spite of this."

Elmo sighs heavily, closing his eyes for a moment as he absorbs Auley's firm yet gentle rejection. When he opens them again, there is regret yet also resignation in his rugged features. He offers Auley a lopsided grin.

"Ah well, plenty more fish in the sea I s'pose," he says, trying to affect a casual tone. He leans back in his chair, regarding Auley with a tilt of his horned head. "Just don't be regrettin' the one what got away come spring thaw, ye hear?"

He chuckles, though there is a tinge of melancholy beneath the forced levity. An awkward silence falls for a few heartbeats before Elmo clears his throat, sitting forward. "Right, well, best be gettin' yer rest I reckon. Ye've gone well outta yer way on my account already."

He stands, stretching his considerable bulk with a groan. As he turns to tidy up the tea things, Elmo pauses, glancing back at Auley with a complicated expression - part wistful, part resigned. For a moment it seems he might say something further. But then he simply shakes his great horned head with a snort, the moment passing.

"G'night to ye, sir. And…thank ye again fer everythin'."

As Auley takes his leave, Elmo remains seated at the small table in his modest quarters, staring broodingly into the cooling dregs of tea at the bottom of his mug. The brawny goat lets out a heavy sigh, setting the cup back on the tray with a dull clink that seems to echo in the silence left by the wolf's departure.

Just as Elmo leans forward, elbows braced on knees and head cradled wearily in his large hands, his ear gives an involuntary flick, his Krampus senses tingle, detecting a familiar presence approaching down the hall.

"Please, come in Major," Elmo calls out resignedly, without even turning his head. He scrubs a hand down his rugged muzzle, steeling himself as the door creaks open and Owen Brayden steps inside, stoic features set in their usual frown.

"Evening, Sergeant," Owen rumbles in his usual brusque manner as he closes the door behind him with a dull thud. "Hope I'm not intruding."

His eyes narrow, taking in Elmo's slumped posture and the now-cold cups of tea on the low table. The Major folds his arms, leaning against the wall near the entrance. "I passed Warrant Officer Grimm in the hall just now. Looked rather worse for wear," he remarks neutrally. "Everything going alright with your…recovery?"

Elmo glances up at the Major with a weak smile, the corners of his mouth barely turning up as he gives a token salute. His voice comes out somewhat hoarse and lacking its usual hearty vigor. "Aye sir, recovery's comin' along fine enough fer now."

"Was just finishin' me evaluation o' our new Warrant Officer if'n yer lookin' fer input. Reckon I got a fair bead on 'im after taggin' along the past month er so." The goat forces out a quiet chuckle though his heart clearly isn't in it.

"I'll pen up me official review soon enough fer yer records. But fer now sir, I can say true he's got his heart in the right place, an' wits to match. Reckon that makes him worth his salt in my book."

Major Owen Brayden frowns, his arms folded across his broad chest as he regards the goat beastman with a piercing stare. "Has his aura of ill intent changed any since your initial assessment? Or does he still set your senses aflame whenever he interacts with our men?"

"As I said before sir, me Krampus senses ain't entirely reliable fer surface impressions. Gettin' to know someone personally tends to give better insight than just what me antsy hide is pickin' up."

He shrugs his broad shoulders, leaning back in his chair. "Far as I seen, the pup means well 'nuff. Just tends to rub folks the wrong way on first meetin' is all." A faint grin tugs at Elmo's bearded muzzle. "Kinda like a certain gruff reindeer I know when he's run short on coffee."

The Major harrumphs at this, but doesn't deny the comparison. He strokes his chin thoughtfully, gazing out the small window at the ongoing blizzard raging outside. "Really… both you and Nicholas…" he rumbles after a weighty pause. "Well, keep a close eye on our mysterious prodigy regardless."

"Didn't reckon ye'd relent so easy-like sir. Figured ye'd be right suspicious o' Auley fer a while yet."

Owen just snorts, moving to rifle through a small basket of snacks and contraband items on Elmo's side table. He holds up a brightly colored package of sweets, shaking it mockingly at the goat. "Don't go thinking I've gone soft, Sergeant. Just know when to change tactics is all."

Before Elmo can react, Owen has confiscated the illicit sweets, tucking them away into a pocket on his uniform jacket. "And that includes enforcing discipline when needed. These here are banned on base if memory serves."

Elmo lets out an anguished bleat, clutching at his horns. "Noooo, me pop rocks dippers! Have a heart, Major!" But Owen just smirks, utterly unmoved by his dramatic lamentations.

Scratching his chin, Elmo debates voicing his awkward predicament with Auley. But unwilling to appear a spurned lover complaining about his romantic woes, the brawny goat instead makes a tactical request:

"Well sir, more a request than report I s'pose. Seein' as things might be a mite awkward 'tween Auley n' meself for a spell, was wonderin' if ye could mebbe help the pup get better acquainted with the lads while he's still new."

He flashes Owen a hopeful grin. "Reckoned yer particular brand o' erm…encouragement, would ensure everyone makes him feel welcome-like."

Owen raises an eyebrow at Elmo's request but nods in acquiescence. "Very well Sergeant, I'll do what I can to ensure our new Warrant Officer feels properly welcomed into the fold during his stay here."

He pushes off from where he had been leaning against the wall, brushing some flecks of snow off his uniform jacket. "Was there anything else before I take my leave? I should really check on the night patrol's progress clearing the southern perimeter."

Not waiting for a response, Owen strides over to the door. But there he pauses, one hand on the knob as he glances back at Elmo pensively. "…For what it's worth, I am sorry things didn't work out between you two. But it sounds like you handled the situation with maturity and grace. I've no doubt you'll bounce back soon enough."

He clears his throat gruffly, clearly uncomfortable expressing sentiments. "Anyway, try and get some decent rest tonight. Doctor's orders and all that."

And with an awkward nod the Major takes his leave, disappearing down the hall towards the worsening blizzard outside.

Elmo flops back down onto his seat after Major Owen takes his leave, letting out a weary sigh. He pulls out an e-cigarette tucked away in his shirt pocket, taking a long drag before puffing a cloud of sweetly scented vapor up towards the ventilation shaft.

"Well done, yerself, ye daft goat," he mutters sardonically under his breath. "First gig fer yer new Commander and ye go lyin' right out yer arse to 'is second."

Shaking his horned head, the brawny beastman reaches to pour himself another cuppa from the by-now tepid teapot. He grimaces after taking a swallow, the brew having gone bitter and oversteeped during his conversation with the Major.

"Not like I could tell Owen the truth neither," Elmo sighs to himself, setting the cup back down with a dull clink. "That me odd Krampus senses still can't seem to make heads or tails o' Mr. Auley Grimm, even after all this time we spent together."

He scrubs a weary hand down his rugged muzzle, recalling again the subtle prickling unease he tends to feel in Auley's presence - not the searing 'ill intent' he's sensed from genuinely dangerous individuals before, yet still setting his hackles on edge all the same.

"It's the damndest thing," the goat mutters, more to himself than any imaginary confidante. "One minute I feel naught but goodwill from the scrawny pup. But then his mood turns odd and I get these…twinges." He shakes his shaggy head. "Like there's summat lurkin' beneath that shy n' bookish front he puts up."

Exhaling heavily, Elmo taps the last dregs from his e-cig tank and sets the device on the table beside his abandoned teacup. He laces his hands behind his head, leaning back to stare broodingly up at the ceiling. "Ah hells, mebbe I really am just projectin' cause the lad shot me down," he grumbles.

Deciding he's had his fill of brooding for one night, Elmo fishes his phone out of his pocket, thumbing to his recent contacts. Tapping the top entry - 'Lt. Plump Arse' - he puts the call on speaker while it rings. After a few tones, Elmo's best mate picks up…

"Yo Lieutenant, it's me," he says when the other end picks up. "Need a drinkin' buddy tonight ta help clear me head. Got meself some fine contraband hooch an' a fresh carton o' cancer sticks too."

"Whose heart broke?! Why, I'll have ye know mares n' does swoon by the dozens when this bronco goat comes swaggerin' into town!"

His voice drops back to its usual gruff timbre, annoyance fading to weariness once more. "But aye, mebbe yer not far off the mark. Been a helluva day, Lieutenant. Could use a drink an' vent to a mate about…certain confoundin' developments."

Elmo pauses, listening to Gracia's response. He barks out a laugh despite himself. "Too right ye are! I'll break out the good stuff fer when ye arrive. Jest grab a bottle o' yer own on the way an' we'll make a proper night of it!"

Elmo cuts off the call with Gracia and leans back in his chair, scrubbing a weary hand down his rugged muzzle. A heavy sigh escapes the brawny goat beastman as his thoughts turn back to the eventful encounter with Auley earlier. His broad shoulders slump dejectedly. Try as he might to move past the rejection, it still stings more keenly than Elmo cares to admit.

"Ah hells… I really am just a hopeless fool,"

Auley is in his quarters early in the morning, the first rays of sunlight barely creeping over the horizon outside his small window. A brisk knock at the door startles him from his reading. Opening it reveals the imposing figure of Major Owen Brayden looming in the hallway, an actual shovel slung casually over one broad shoulder.

"Grimm." The reindeer inclines his head in brusque greeting. "You're wanted out on the south perimeter to assist clearing snow. Grab your gear and come along."

The reindeer shoves the shovel into Auley's paws, his stoic expression brokering no argument. "What do you say, Warrant Officer?"

Auley's ears droop resignedly, but he nods. "Yes sir…" Grabbing his winter gear, the slender wolf reluctantly follows Owen out into the frigid pre-dawn morning.

They make their way through the darkened base in silence, save for the crunch of snow beneath their boots. Most of Cloud's personnel remain abed at this hour. But as the pair pass the mess hall, raucous laughter and the clink of dishes filters out into the passageway. Curious, Auley glances questioningly at his taciturn companion as they stride past.

Owen catches the look and grunts by way of explanation: "Changing of the guard shift. Night patrol's just getting back and the morning crew's grabbing food before heading out."

He pauses, glancing sidelong at Auley through the gloom. "You'll want to start joining the dawn roster. Get familiar with the soldiers in your unit."

Before Auley can respond, they push through the outer doors into the compound yard. The wind immediately buffets them viciously with loose snow, the world beyond swallowed by an impenetrable white haze. Auley brace himself for the cold and trudge his way behind Owen…

The next morning Major Owen Brayden catches Auley in the mess hall just as he is sitting down for breakfast. The reindeer plants his fists on his hips, casting his imposing shadow over the table where Auley sits with tray in hand.

“Grimm. Come join us for morning PT exercises."

Auley's ears droop, a pleading note entering his voice. "But sir, I haven't eaten yet…"

Owen cuts him off sharply.

"Sir I-"

The Major silences Auley's protest with an upheld hand and repetition of his standard prompt: "What do you say, Warrant Officer?"

Auley sighs resignedly, shoulders slumping in defeat. "…Yes sir."

He reluctantly abandons his untouched breakfast tray and follows the Major out into the freezing pre-dawn morning. Auley shivers violently as the icy wind knifes through his fur, having not even had a chance to grab his winter gear. Owen pays no heed, simply continuing his brisk stride towards the training yard where the squad awaits morning calisthenics…

Once again, come next morning Auley found himself clutching the mop and bucket Owen handed him, a distinct note of dread entering the wolf's voice as he asks: "Do you truly mean to drag me along on these outings every day, Major?"

Owen just gives a nonchalant grunt, not even glancing up from tapping at the tablet he holds. "That's right. You could use the exercise, and there's no shortage of odd jobs needing done around base."

"Let's see, after mess duty with Private Meri today, tomorrow Corporal Alma has requested you assist repairing some faulty perimeter fencing…"

As the reindeer continues rattling off names, comprehension slowly dawns on Auley's features followed swiftly by dismay bordering on panic. These are all personnel he called in favors from in order to expedite preparations for Elmo's surgery! Of course they would be taking advantage of Owen's sudden interest in integrating Auley into the ranks to cash in those debts…

"W-Wait just a moment," Auley stammers, holding up his slender hands in a placating gesture towards the stern reindeer officer. "Are you saying these tasks are all…favors owed from my information gathering?" His ears flatten back anxiously against his skull. "B-But I was under the impression those requests were merely informal!"

Owen lowers the tablet he had been perusing the list on, fixing Auley with an icy stare that pins the scrawny lupine in place. "When you make use of someone's time and resources, you incur a debt, Warrant Officer," he intones gravely. "Regardless of whether palms were greased. Surely someone of your background comprehends that concept well."

He gestures vaguely with the tablet towards where several soldiers are already hard at work scrubbing the shower stalls under Meri's supervision. "Now, I believe you have some debts to start working off. The men opted for your assistance in lieu of direct compensation." Owen's mouth quirks ever so slightly, the ghost of a smirk touching his craggy features. "Far be it from me to deny them an honest day's labor from our resident prodigy in recompense."

He crosses his arms, fixing Auley with an expectant look. "Well? You know what to say, Warrant Officer."

Auley swallows thickly, voice slightly hoarse. "Yes sir…" Taking up his mop and bucket, he reluctantly goes to join the cleanup detail under Meri's supervision.

Chapter 11: Investor's Day

Chapter Text

Nicholas beams as Auley jogs up to greet him, the bear's arms already spread wide for an embrace before he catches himself, clearing his throat awkwardly. "Ah, quite right. Best save the familiarities for when there aren't so many eyes about."

He glances sidelong to where Major Owen stands scrutinizing some document on his tablet. The reindeer looks up, fixing Auley with a piercing stare that immediately causes the wolf to stiffen to attention. Owen gives a curt nod, seemingly satisfied, before returning his focus to the tablet screen.

"Well you're looking quite bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning, Allen," Nicholas remarks amiably to break the tension as they make their way towards the central offices. "The Major has been keeping you busy I take it?"

Before Auley can respond, they push through the doors into the bustling strategy room where various officers and aides are preparing documents before the imminent arrival of Cloud's investors and partners.

Nicholas smiles warmly at Auley as the wolf eagerly hands over a thick manila folder marked 'Confidential', tail wagging happily behind him. "Ah excellent, thank you Allen! This will be most helpful for my overview later."

It was Investor's Day at the Cloud base. The personnel were bustling about, putting the finishing touches on presentations and demonstrations for when the investors and partners arrived. The atmosphere was one of tense excitement. Nicholas claps his paws decisively.

"Right then gentlemen, by my watch we've just under two hours before the guests start filtering in. Let's do one final run-through of the agenda, shall we?"

Clearing his throat, the bulky polar bear flips open a leather folio, reviewing the timed schedule for the day's demonstration and meetings. He makes occasional annotations in the margins with a silver pen.

"Now, once our esteemed guests are situated, I will give brief opening remarks before ceding the floor to Major Brayden for a rundown of Cloud's core operations and recent successes in the field…"

As the meeting time draws near, a sense of tense excitement hangs over Cloud base. Soldiers, engineers and support staff scramble to put finishing touches on their project materials before the visitors from HQ and outside contractors filter in.

With most of the presentation preparations settled, Owen turns to Auley as the three confer in the bustling strategy room. "Grimm, what is the status on Sergeant Rantanen's recovery?" the Major inquires. "Will he be in attendance today?"

"Last I spoke with him, the Sergeant said he needed time alone to 'clear his head'. I could fetch him if you wish."

But Owen raises a hand, forestalling him. "If space is what he requires, best leave him be for now. Today holds particular significance for Elmo, after all."

Comprehension dawns on Auley and he nods. "Ahh I see, yes he likely hopes to petition for reinstatement to active duty now that his vision's restored." Owen gives a noncommittal grunt at that.

As Auley prepares to take his leave so as not to be seen by the arriving non-Elf investors and contractors, Owen clears his throat to get his attention.

"One moment, Warrant Officer. Before you slip off, I have something for you." Reaching into his jacket pocket, the Major retrieves a small velvet box, holding it out towards Auley. Curious, the wolf accepts it, easing open the hinged lid to reveal a shiny new lieutenant's bar nestled inside.

"Consider it a reward for exemplary service these past months," Owen explains, the closest his normally stern features come to an actual smile. "And should provide sufficient clout to requisition assistance getting your medical initiative up and running after the exhibition wraps."

He extends a hand towards Auley. "Welcome to the officer ranks, Lieutenant Grimm."

Still stunned, Auley shakes Owen's hand, cheeks flushing slightly. "I-I'm honored by your faith in me, sir. And deeply grateful for this opportunity." He gingerly lifts the insignia from its box, turning the shiny metal over. His tail gives an involuntary wag of delight behind him.

As Auley takes his leave from the bustling strategy room, Nicholas turns to Owen with a thoughtful look on his ursine features.

"You know, it occurs to me we've rather relied heavily upon young Allen's skills these past months since his arrival. I do hope all the extra tasks and duties haven't been too taxing on him."

"If anything sir, he's seemed to relish the challenge. Eager as a pup with a new chew toy anytime he can put that big brain of his to use."

The reindeer's usual stern expression eases faintly as he adds, "Recall how withdrawn and guarded he was initially? Now though, the Lieutenant's truly coming into his own. This posting has been salubrious for him, I'd wager."

"Too right you are! And not just for Allen either - productivity and morale base-wide has markedly improved since the reorganization." He claps Owen companionably on the back. "Seems our collaborative stewardship agrees with the men better than Mason's rigid approach, no?"

Before Owen can reply, there comes a brisk rap at the strategy room door. One of the clerical staffers pokes his head in, eyes bright with excitement. "Sirs! The motorcade from HQ just radioed through the checkpoint - they'll be arriving in a few minutes!"

Nicholas straightens, expression sobering. He smooths a few errant fur tufts on the lapels of his dress uniform as the aide ducks back out.

Owen meanwhile straightens the lapels of his dress uniform jacket and does a final visual check of the presentation materials arrayed neatly atop the large oak conference table.

"Reports are in order, projections are conservative but solid, and morale remains high thanks to the collaborative leadership approach you implemented, sir." He gives Nicholas an approving nod. "I daresay this last quarter has seen Cloud operating at peak efficiency since my tenure here began."

Nicholas smiles, steepling his large paws. "Having Allen to handle coordination and mediation between departments has certainly freed us up to take a more strategic view. The lad's a natural when it comes to logistics and bridging divides."

The faint smirk Owen shoots the ursine makes Nicholas huff good-naturedly. "Oh hush, you know it to be true! Why, our little prodigy has blossomed into a fine officer under our guidance." Nicholas beams as the door swung open and their visitors began to pour in.

Clearing his throat, Nicholas steps forward wearing an affable smile as he greets the newcomers. "General Gertrude, Captain Rask, Officers, Investors - on behalf of all Cloud's personnel, allow me to extend our deepest appreciation for your attendance today," Nicholas boom out cordially with a sweeping gesture encompassing the room.

"Now then, while the support staff distributes dossiers with project details and recent operational data for your review, how about some refreshments?" The ursine claps his meaty paws together.

"I took the liberty of having the kitchen prepare a selection of seasonal hors d'oeuvres and mulled wine courtesy of our friends at the Lapland Winery. Please enjoy while Major Brayden and I give brief remarks on Cloud's latest developments, then we can dive straight into the product demonstrations and Q&A!"

Nicholas gestures to Owen who steps briskly over to dim the lights and activate the wall monitor displaying our opening presentation slides…

The conference doors swing open and Major Owen Brayden steps out into the deserted hallway, shoulders sagging as he lets out a look of disbelief. The presentation with Cloud's investors and contractors had gone surprisingly, almost suspiciously, smoothly - their visitors readily approving funding increases despite minimal pushback or negotiation on additional terms.

Owen scrubs a hand down his rugged muzzle, shaking his head in weary bemusem*nt. Either Nicholas' proposals were sheer genius and Owen simply lacked vision to grasp their lucrative potential…or something more underhanded is at play here.

"There now, that all went splendidly I'd say!" Nicholas remarks brightly, placing a firm, reassuring paw on Owen's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

But Owen only scrubs a hand down his rugged muzzle, shaking his head in disbelief. "I still can scarcely credit our fortune. Either your proposals were sheer genius that I simply lacked vision to grasp…or more sinister mechanisms were at play to grease those investors' palms."

At this, Nicholas glances back towards the conference room, his smile fading. After a weighty pause he responds in a low murmur meant only for Owen's ears. "Let us simply say General Gertrude can be highly…persuasive…when there are certain outcomes she desires. And leave it at that for now."

"We're moving onto the next phase, but Mason still hasn't returned from the lavatory," Nicholas notes, his voice tinged with worry. "Could you help check up on him?"

Owen's eyes widen in alarm. Giving the conference room a sweeping glance reveals their old commander indeed absent.

Nicholas places a supportive paw on his shoulder. "This is a large base, it's easy to lose one's way," he soothes, though his tight smile betrays his own concern. "Help me guide Mason back to the group and I'll handle things here."

Owen gives a sharp nod, wasting no time rushing off to track their missing guest. Nicholas watches his retreating back pensively before schooling his features and re-entering the bustling conference room. His own troubles have scarcely begun.

Nicholas re-enters the bustling conference room, his sharp sea-green eyes sweeping over the assembled investors and contractors chatting amongst themselves as they await the product demonstration portion of today's presentation. Several familiar faces stand out that Nicholas recognizes - veteran affiliates and investors from Cloud, as well as a handful of fellow Santas who command their own remote Christmas divisions.

But his gaze comes to rest on one polar bear in particular - General Gertrude, holding court amidst a knot of enraptured lesser officers. Even relaxed amidst congenial company, her piercing sea-green eyes hold a glint of profound intelligence. Sensing his scrutiny, she meets Nicholas' gaze, one corner of her mouth quirking ever so slightly in amusem*nt. Then she pointedly taps her wrist, as if to say "let's move this along, shall we?"

Clearing his throat, Nicholas steps briskly up to the lectern, rapping his knuckles against the polished wood to regain the room's attention

"Now then, if everyone will please follow me, we've prepared a special live demonstration of some exciting new hardware our engineers have been developing with an eye towards the exhibition."

Gesturing towards the side exit leading out to the motor pool staging area, Nicholas wait patiently as the visitors and staff begin shuffling outside, murmuring excitedly. Nicholas falls into step alongside Gertrude. Clearing his throat, he inclines his head politely in the female polar bear's direction.

"I suppose I should extend my gratitude for your contributions to the success of today's proceedings thus far, General," he remarks cordially, though there's a subtle guardedness to his tone. "As well as for assigning young Auley to our little outpost. The lad has proven himself invaluable these past months."

"No need to thank me, Commander. Supporting Auley's development is as much for my own benefit as yours," she remarks casually.

The female polar bear tilts her head, regarding Nicholas with an amused glint in her sharp sea-green eyes. "Although I am quite curious if you've enjoyed becoming…reacquainted with the boy after so long apart?" She places subtle yet unmistakable emphasis on the word 'reacquainted', lips quirking slyly.

Nicholas clears his throat, a subtle tension entering his shoulders at Gertrude's knowing emphasis and the sly, amused glint in her sea-green eyes. "I'll admit, it has been…most gratifying becoming reacquainted with Allen after so long apart," he responds carefully. "The lad has blossomed remarkably under our guidance here at Cloud."

They emerge into the harsh winter daylight of the staging area where Auley can be seen directing setup of the prototype aerial drones for the demonstration. Nicholas tracks the wolf's slender figure for a moment before turning his gaze resolutely away. When he continues, it is in a low murmur meant only for Gertrude…

"Tell me General, to what end is this little scheme of yours? Sending Allen here, buttering up our investors…" His tone hardens, smile fading. "Just what are you playing at?"

Gertrude wags a chiding finger at Nicholas, clicking her tongue in mock reproach. "Now, now Commander, let's not rush a lady along before she's had her fun," she chides playfully.

With an elegant flourish, she takes her seat in the front row overlooking the product demonstration staging area. Crossing her shapely legs, the General casts an approving eye over the setup - various teams of engineers scurrying to and fro, making last minute adjustments under Auley's supervision.

Glancing sidelong at Nicholas still standing stiffly beside her chair, she flashes him a sly, knowing smile. "Do take a seat, darling. I'm simply dying to see what new toys your clever protégé has cooked up to show me." She pats the empty chair next to hers invitingly.

Nicholas obediently sits beside Gertrude as she directs, though a subtle tension lingers in his broad shoulders. His sharp sea-green eyes track Auley as the slender wolf oversees the drone demonstration setup, occasionally glancing at his old mentor seated beside him. Her sly, knowing smile hints at machinations still obscured to the ursine commander, but he shelves misgivings for now and focuses on the exhibitions.

The demonstrations proceed smoothly, various teams of engineers showcasing their prototypes to murmurs of interest and approval from the assembled investors. Nicholas smiles proudly as even Gertrude appears impressed by some of the more creative concepts on display.

"Our research division has certainly outdone themselves, no?" he remarks cordially to the female polar bear. "And young Auley seems to be thriving in his project oversight role. You've cultivated quite the prodigy, General."

Gertrude giggles softly, leaning in to murmur in Nicholas's ear "I didn't teach the boy those technical skills, darling. Why, his sharp little mind already had all manner of knowledge crammed into it when I've found him."

She pats Nicholas's arm, smirking at his shocked expression "In our four years together, I taught Auley only one thing - how to survive."

Just then the speakers crackle to life as Auley's team begins their drone demonstration. Gertrude settles back in her seat, steepling her fingers as she watches the show with great interest.

An Elf technician begins listing out the improvements made to the aerial drones on display compared to Cloud's standard scout models. As he gestures animatedly while speaking, the other non-Elf visitors only perceive a disembodied voice seemingly emanating from thin air. For the benefit of these investors, a large monitor displays footage captured from the drone's onboard cameras panning across the snowy proving ground site and observation stands where everyone is seated.

At Auley's signal, the hovering drone suddenly accelerates with a high-pitched whine, rapidly ascending to 400 feet altitude. It holds position briefly, rotors angling to compensate for a gust of frigid wind. Then in a blur of motion the drone banks hard left, streaking towards a row of targets at the proving ground perimeter. It unleashes a salvo of non-lethal training munitions, peppering the humanoid silhouettes with chilling accuracy despite the gale-force winds.

As it loops back around for another strafing run, Auley's voice emanates from speakers attached to a controller unit manned by another unseen technician. "As you can see, our upgraded drone fleet is capable of operating reliably even in extreme weather conditions which frequently disrupt standard models," he explains, sounding calm and professional. "The next generation navigation and targeting systems also enable a single operator to coordinate maneuvers for an entire squadron simultaneously."

Right on cue, the other five drones resting inert on the snow suddenly power up in unison with a high-pitched whining of rotors. They lift off gracefully, moving into a V-formation behind the lead scout drone still performing acrobatic loops around the proving ground at Auley's command. At another unseen signal from the wolf lieutenant, the drones all open fire on separate targets, raking the area with suppressive machine gun fire despite gale force winds buffeting them from all sides.

Gertrude smiles approvingly as Auley and his team wrap up their drone demonstration. "Quite impressive, Lieutenant! You and your team have made remarkable progress integrating the neural interface tech."

"However, the high operating costs for drone squadrons still pose issues scaling their use. In a real battlefield situation, simply training and arming more Elven soldiers proves far more efficient."

Gertrude glances around at the other visitors. "To fully demonstrate these drones' capabilities, we require someone able to maneuver them properly in person." She raises a hand to forestall objections. "Yes, I'm well aware Elven pilots remain invisible to outside observers. But exceptions do exist…"

Her sharp green eyes alight on Auley and she beckons him forward. "Is that not right, Lieutenant Grimm?" Ignoring his sudden nervous fidgeting, Gertrude turns back to the investors with a sly smile. "Why, Auley here possesses a rare genetic mutation granting him ability to perceive Elves. And given his direct neural connection to these drones, he makes for the perfect test pilot to showcase their responsiveness."

Gertrude raises a paw, silencing the murmurs rippling through the gathered visitors and soldiers at her unexpected revelation about Auley's unique circ*mstances.

"Now, now, let's have some order please," she chides, though there's a sly gleam in her sea-green eyes. "I'm certain the good Lieutenant simply had reasons for discretion regarding his…special talents."

She turns her piercing gaze fully on Auley, regarding him with an arched brow. "No need to be shy, dear. Why not edify us with a proper exhibition? Unless you've another engagement demanding your time presently?"

Auley stiffens as all eyes turn towards him, his composure deserting him in the face of Gertrude's unexpected revelation and the rapt attention now focused upon his slender frame. He opens his mouth but no words emerge, cheeks flushing crimson beneath his silvery fur.

After a tense pause, Auley finally finds his voice, though it comes out slightly higher pitched than normal. "I-I assure you madam General, discretion was merely to avoid causing undue distraction during today's critical demonstrations…" He trails off, fidgeting with the drone controller still clutched in his gloved hands as the visitors continue murmuring curiously amongst themselves.

Clearing his throat, Auley hurriedly attempts to redirect their focus. "B-But to your point about practical applications, perhaps a brief impromptu trial would provide useful data regarding response times and maneuverability…"

He trails off again under Gertrude's knowing, cat-like smile, swallowing dryly.

"Excellent! Why don't we adjourn to your training grounds then for a proper exhibition, Lieutenant?"

She turns to address the other visitors with an elegant sweep of her arm. "It may take some time to set up a proper proving ground. But I'm certain our hosts won't mind the brief delay if it affords us opportunity to witness these drones' capabilities expertly piloted firsthand?"

The other investors and contractors murmur excitedly amongst themselves before nodding in agreement. Gertrude's influence over them is subtle yet absolute.

Gertrude breezes past a stiffly protesting Nicholas, casting the glowering ursine a sly wink as she links her arm through Auley's own. Practically dragging the flustered wolf along, she leads the group out towards Cloud's sprawling training yard.

Auley determinedly avoids meeting the gazes of his fellow soldiers as they file out after Gertrude's little entourage. He can feel their eyes boring into him, no doubt surprised and curious to learn their reclusive tech specialist harbors such an astonishing secret! But the General's iron grip on his arm keeps him moving forward…

Mason strides briskly through the winding hallways and corridors of the Cloud base, soldiers hastily saluting in surprise as the grizzled former Commander passes them by. His sharp eyes scan each branching passage, searching for some sign of his wayward protege Elmo.

Pausing at an intersection, Mason grabs a passing private by the scruff, giving him a rough shake. "You there, pup! Where's that layabout Rantanen gotten to? Speak up or it's the brig for insubordination!"

The young reindeer stammers out that he last saw Sergeant Rantanen headed in the direction of the shooting range. With a curt nod, Mason shoves him aside and sets off towards the distant echo of gunfire.

Rounding a corner, Mason spots his protege Elmo gearing up at a makeshift armory table. The grizzled bear quickly approaches him, tone friendly if overbearing.

"Sergeant Rantanen! Fancy seeing you here. Getting in some target practice, are we?" He gives Elmo's broad back a hearty slap, perhaps a bit harder than necessary.

Elmo glances over his broad shoulder at the sound of Mason's booming voice, one ear flicking in annoyance. His rugged features set into a sardonic smirk as he regards his former commander.

Mason's smile turns into a thin line at Elmo's snide, but he remains undeterred. Clearing his throat, the bear resumes his previous friendly demeanor, clapping a heavy paw on Elmo's shoulder. "So tell me my boy, how have you been faring here since my departure? No troubles I hope?"

He glances around the empty shooting gallery then leans in, tone lowering conspiratorially. "Can't imagine it's been easy dealing with that stuffed shirt Brayden as your new CO. Or kowtowing to that naive do-gooder Nicholas either." Mason makes a derisive noise. "A miracle workers like you and I deserve better respect for our talents, eh?"

Not waiting for a response, he barrels on, jabbing a thick finger at Elmo's chest. "So that's why I want you back under my wing! Rejoin my team at Headquarters where that skillset of yours will be properly utilized, not wasted on these backwater grunts." He grins broadly. "Well, what do you say to that, my boy?"

Elmo chuckles dryly, brushing the bear's paw off his shoulder. "Sorry to disappoint, but I'm startin' to like the weather here in this backwater," he remarks casually, hefting his rifle. "Now if ye'll excuse me, I got some target practice to be workin' on."

Mason snorts derisively as Elmo strides over to the firing lane, clearly unimpressed by the goat's stubborn clinging to this backwater post. "Still chasing that foolish dream of getting back out in the field, are you?" he calls out mockingly, lumbering over with heavy footfalls. "As if Major Brayden would let damaged goods like you off base perimeter duty!"

The grizzled bear leans an elbow against the concrete partition separating their lanes, his voice lowering to a sly murmur meant only for Elmo's ears. "C'mon now, you and I both know Brayden's already decided you'll never be fit for active combat duty again. Not with those eyes of yours."

Mason grins, his sharp teeth glinting under the harsh lights. He knows he has the goat dead to rights on this sore spot. "But say the word and I'll make it happen! Got connections at RED headquarters who can set you up with surgical options that newbie Nicholas can't touch."

He nudges Elmo's arm companionably with one meaty elbow. "Whaddya say, eh? Come back where your real skills are valued, and I promise you'll be leading ops in the field again inside a month!"

Elmo silently turns away, taking up a shooting stance at the range. He smoothly chambers a round then fires a tight grouping into the distant target. Mason's eyes bulged out in disbelief as each shot hits dead center despite Elmo's previously impaired vision.

Ejecting the spent magazine, Elmo turns and fixes Mason with a sardonic smirk. "Sorry to disappoint ye again sir, but seems I've already got me vision issues sorted out." He taps a finger meaningfully against his temple. "Reckon Commander Briant's new specialist saw fit to patch up this bum peeper o' mine proper."

Crossing his burly arms, the goat snorts derisively. "So ye can keep yer back-alley quacks an' under-table schemes. Already got all I need right here thanks to Nicholas…an' a certain talented wolf who gave me reason to start dreamin' again."

Mason's eyes blaze with fury as Elmo casually demonstrates having regained full functionality of his damaged eye, his valuable prize asset now lost to Nicholas' meddling. The bear's massive paw shoots out to grasp Elmo's arm in a punishing grip. "You worthless mongrel, think this is a game?! I order you to cease these foolish insubordination at once!"

But before Mason can wrench the insolent goat around to face him, another paw clamps down hard on his own wrist like a vise. Wincing, the grizzled Santa whirls with a snarl to find Lieutenant Gracia glowering at him, the ursine's normally cheerful features set in cold rage.

"Lieutenant Gracia!" Mason bellowed in surprise. "What's the meaning of this insubordination? Unhand me this instant!" He tried to wrench his arm free, but Gracia's grip remained like iron.

Gracia yanks Mason's arm away before releasing his grip, causing Cloud's former Commander to stumble a few steps sideways with a surprised grunt.

"You mustn't touch someone who is shooting, Sir. That's basic range etiquette, is it not?" Gracia sneers, moving to place himself firmly between Mason and his best friend Elmo.

He plants his feet wide, fists clenched at his sides as he meets Mason's enraged glare unflinchingly. The sounds of gunfire from nearby lanes punctuates the sudden tension filling the air around the trio. Mason’ face contorts with rage at the lieutenant's interference, meaty fists clenching at his sides.

"Insubordinate cur!" he bellows, jabbing an accusatory finger towards Gracia. "Think you can lay hands upon a superior officer without consequences?"

His chest heaves, voice dropping to a threatening growl. "Mark my words pup, you'll be court martialed before the day is out!"

But Gracia remains unmoved by the threats, folding his arms defiantly across his broad chest. "Reckon we'll see about that…sir," he sneers, putting mocking emphasis on the honorific. "Something tells me Commander Briant won't take kindly to you manhandlin' his soldiers, ex-commander or no."

Mason's left eye twitches at the ursine's insolence. Sputtering furiously, he turns his attention back to Elmo, voice taking on a wheedling, desperate tone.

"C'mon Rantanen, you know I'm the only one who truly valued your capabilities!" He forces an unctuous smile. "Think of the rewards if you just come back to my division, eh? Why, you can name your price!"

When this elicits no response from the goat still firing steadily downrange, Mason plays his final card in desperation. "I can get you the good stuff too! None of that weak homebrew swill this cub Gracia brews up. You must be gagging for quality by now…"

He trails off uncertainly as Elmo continues ignoring him. Gracia scowls, disgust evident on his features at the brazen attempted bribery.

"There you are, Commander Mason," Owen calls out from the entrance, maintaining a neutral expression despite the volatile atmosphere as the reindeer come to stand rigidly at attention beside the larger polar bear. "Apologies for the intrusion, but your presence is required back at the presentation venue. Several investors were inquiring after your whereabouts."

Glancing between Mason and the other two soldiers, Owen allow his gaze to linger on Gracia for a heartbeat longer. The Lieutenant returns his look with a subtle shake of his head, confirming no intervention necessary yet. Owen give an almost imperceptible nod of understanding before turning his full attention back to Mason.

Mason's face lights up with manic glee, clearly expecting the stern reindeer to defer to his former authority, Mason jabs an accusatory finger towards Gracia.

"Major Brayden! Excellent timing," he exclaims. "Be a good boy and escort this insubordinate cub to the brig. He dared to lay hands upon a senior officer!"

Glowering at Gracia, Mason puffs out his barrel chest imperiously. "As for Sergeant Rantanen and I, we were simply catching up on old times. Isn't that right my boy?"

He attempts to sling a companionable arm around Elmo's shoulders, but the goat deftly sidesteps the gesture without halting his target practice. Mason's eye twitches almost imperceptibly. Turning back to Owen, his tone becomes impatient.

"Well? Snap to it, Major! Or do you require a written invitation?"

"I must insist you return to the presentation venue with haste, Commander Mason," Owen repeats firmly, brokering no argument. "The visitors' scheduled time grows short, and your perspective would provide useful insight into today's briefings."

At Mason's sputtered protest, Owen silences him with an upheld hand. "What transpires between you and the troops here is none of my concern. But I have my orders regarding the exhibition schedule." He taps his watch meaningfully. "Five minutes and I escort you there personally, retired or no. The choice is yours, sir."

Owen waits motionless for the former Commander's response, one hand resting casually upon the grip of his holstered sidearm

Mason glowers silently at Owen's uncompromising demand to return to the presentation, the former Commander's meaty fists clenching in impotent rage at this defiant show of insubordination. The reindeer officer meets his glare steadily, one hand resting pointedly on the grip of his holstered pistol.

After a tense moment, Mason grits out from behind bared fangs, "Fine then, Major. Lead the way." Clearly the situation has made it abundantly clear he no longer holds any sway here.

Owen gives a curt nod, then executes a crisp about face towards the shooting range exit. He pauses after a few steps, looking back at Mason expectantly. With a frustrated huff, the grizzled polar bear stomps after him, pausing briefly to snarl over his shoulder at Gracia…

"Don't think this is over, whelp!" He jabs a threatening claw at the ursine lieutenant. "Soon as this dog and pony show is finished, we are going to have words regarding that attitude problem of yours!”

Gracia simply smirks, giving Mason a mocking two-fingered salute. The enraged Santa looks about ready to charge back and tear the insolent soldier's throat out. But Owen's stern voice forestalls him.

"Now, Commander Mason. My time grows short."

With an inarticulate roar of frustration, Mason whirls and storms off after Owen.

Elmo lets out a heavy sigh of relief as Mason storms off after Owen, the tension leaving his broad shoulders. "Well now, that were a right close shave!" He barks out a laugh, turning to clap Gracia on the shoulder. "Many thanks fer runnin' interference 'twixt me n' that snake."

He gives his rifle an approving pat before moving to tidy up the spent shell casings littering the floor around his booth. Glancing over at his ursine comrade, Elmo flashes him a fierce grin. "Gotta say, feelin' his schemes slither off me hide without purchase gave quite the thrill! Like facin' down a ragin' Hornhead bare-pawed."

He mimes tossing some imaginary foe across the room, punctuating the gesture with an enthusiastic sound effect. "Hiyah! Take that, ye overstuffed windbag!"

Gracia chuckles as Elmo mimes tossing some imaginary foe across the room, clearly relishing having faced down his former tormentor. "Glad I could lend a paw keeping that snake at bay," he remarks, idly cracking his knuckles. "Smarmy bastard always did know how to work a situation to his advantage."

"Still, I don't reckon we've seen the last of him. A hungry predator that's lost its prize won't give up the hunt so easily."

Elmo pats Gracia's shoulder reassuringly. "Ah, don't ye be frettin' over that bilge rat right now," he says. "We'll keep sharp, in case he tries more mischief. But fer today at least, I aim to simply enjoy me restored vision!"

"Still don't sit right with me, seeing that snake try and get his coils around you again," Gracia remarks with a frustrated huff. "We'll need to warn the Commander and Major to keep an eye out for further trouble."

As Elmo and Gracia exit the shooting range, they overhear hushed whispers rippling through groups of off-duty soldiers clustered in the hallway. Curious, they pause to eavesdrop - catching shocked murmurs about "that new wolf lieutenant" supposedly being a non-Elf in disguise!

The large ursine lieutenant glances sharply at his companion. "It ain't true…is it?" he asks, though the sinking feeling in his gut says he already knows the answer.

Elmo sighs, running a hand through his shaggy hair. "Aye, 'fraid so. Supposed to be confidential-like, but it seems someone went and spilled the beans to all and sundry."

He trails off as another soldier mentions Auley currently showcasing his skills on the proving grounds. Gracia and Elmo exchange an alarmed look. Without another word they set off at a brisk jog towards the distant sounds of rotorcraft and gunfire…

Chapter 12: Champion

Chapter Text

Nicholas folds his arms, casting Gertrude a stern look. "With all due respect General, this 'demonstration' strikes me as dangerously excessive," he rumbles in a low voice so the investors chatting nearby don't overhear. "Subjecting poor Allen to evading live munitions is tantamount to torture for a data collection exercise!"

He gestures sharply to where Auley stands alone on the proving grounds, looking uncharacteristically nervous as he awaits Gertrude's signal to commence. The area has been set up with hundreds of targets and nearly fifty pitching machines loaded with rubber training balls. All primed to attack the solitary wolf from multiple angles the instant he takes flight with the drones.

Gertrude sips delicately on her Lapland Winery's finest as she listens to Nicholas' protests. Setting her wine glass down with a crisp clink against the table, she turns to face the glowering ursine, steepling her fingers as a sly smile touches her painted lips.

"Come now Commander, let's not underestimate our talented Lieutenant's capabilities shall we?" She gestures airily towards the proving grounds where Auley awaits her signal. "Why, facing a few rubber projectiles will hardly tax one conditioned by my training regimen."

"But to your point, the exercise does serve a tactical purpose - namely showcasing whether these drones can outperform standard weaponry against the latest monstrosity RED's had to contend with…"

She taps her chin thoughtfully. "Now, what was that nasty business called again? Ah yes, the 'Nibelungen' correct? Ghastly subterranean creatures I'm told. They emerge in vast hordes from the Black Forest to terrorize the countryside."

Gertrude shudders delicately. "Ugly brutes by all accounts. And fiendishly coordinated, able to isolate and overwhelm entire platoons if reports are accurate." She smiles coolly at Nicholas. "So you see, today's demonstration will gauge whether the Lieutenant's drones can effectively counterattack a swarm of such vile beasts better than our conventional armaments."

The General leans forward as she calls out. "Ten seconds, Lieutenant Grimm! Show us what you and those fancy drones are truly capable of…"

Auley stands alone amidst the expanse of the proving grounds, gaze darting nervously between the rows of targets and pitching machines primed to assault him from all sides. He draws a steadying breath then nods to Gertrude in confirmation of his readiness.

At the General's signal, two dozen drones suddenly power on and lift gracefully into the air around him. The diminutive wolf closes his eyes in concentration, maneuvering the machines into a protective hovering perimeter as he establishes the neural connections.

"I-I'm ready when you are, ma'am!" Despite the anxious quaver in his voice, his heterochromic eyes hold steely resolve. The drones angle towards the targets, awaiting his command.

With Auley's confirmation of readiness, Gertrude gives the signal for the technicians to activate the combat simulation. The targets and pitching machines surrounding the slender wolf abruptly spring to life. Their movements erratic yet coordinated as they begin circling Auley's position, cutting off potential escape routes.

The first wave consists of approximately twenty popup targets alongside a handful of pitching machines primed to pelt Auley with rubber munitions. The wolf flinches involuntarily as the first few projectiles whizz past his head, composure wavering momentarily.

But then his expression hardens with resolve. Eyes narrowing in concentration, Auley begins expertly maneuvering the hovering drones encircling him. They open fire as one, peppering the targets with suppressive machine gun fire even as others shoot forward to intercept incoming balls.

One drone isn't quite fast enough, a projectile glancing off its hull and clipping Auley's shoulder. He grunts at the sudden impact but remains focused, directing the squadron to finish eliminating the first attack wave. As the machines fall still and the gunsmoke starts to clear, Auley stands firm amidst the drones' protective hovering perimeter. But this is only the opening salvo…

Gertrude gives a soft "Tsk tsk" of disapproval as Auley narrowly avoids taking a projectile to the head, the wolf's composure momentarily wavering under the live-fire assault. "Come now Lieutenant, you'll need sharper reflexes than that against a hundred ravening Nibelungen!" she calls out teasingly.

With an elegant flourish, the female polar bear produces a block of purpleheart wood and a small carving knife. Still keeping one eye on Auley's performance, she begins expertly whittling away curls of fragrant wood as the second attack wave commences - the number of targets and projectile launchers nearly doubling.

Her sharp green eyes flit briefly to Nicholas now seated stiffly beside her. An amused smirk tugs at Gertrude's painted red lips. "Such a dour expression hardly suits one enjoying this fine wine and spectacle, no?" She nudges the half-empty bottle towards him with the tip of her carving blade. "Come, relax and partake while we observe our talented protégé at work, hmm?"

The ursine commander trembles with barely suppressed fury. He whirls on Gertrude, jabbing an accusatory claw at her. "Damn you, enough of these games!" he snarls, all pretense of cordiality gone. "I know well you've set this entire affair up to torment the boy for your own twisted amusem*nt. Now call off this ludicrous demonstration at once before he's maimed!"

"My my, such a fiery temper doesn't suit you Nicholas," she chides playfully, not even glancing up from her carving. "You really must learn to relax and enjoy the show. Why, tinkering with one's creations is a sacred duty for we toymakers."

With a final flourish of her knife, Gertrude holds up the finished carving, admiring it with an appraising eye. It depicts a slender wolf in mid-pounce, fangs bared ferociously. Pocketing the trinket, she turns her sharp gaze fully on Nicholas, emerald eyes glinting.

"As for young Auley, consider this final exam to earn the Lieutenant's bar I gifted him this morning," she explains airily with a graceful wave of her paw. "What better test of an officer's mettle than trial by fire on the proving grounds, hmm?"

She smirks, clearly enjoying Nicholas' outrage. Leaning in close enough for him to smell her heady perfume, Gertrude stage-whispers… "Do calm yourself before you give our esteemed guests further cause for alarm. Having Cloud's dear leader carried off in a straitjacket would make for quite the scandal, no?"

Straightening primly in her seat once more, the General snaps her fingers. At the command, a fresh barrage of rubber munitions launches toward Auley's position. But the drones intercept them, exploding in a hail of shrapnel mere feet from the wolf. He throws up an arm with a pained shout as hot metal fragments pepper his uniform, shredding the fabric and slicing shallow furrows across his flesh. But still he remains standing.

Nicholas's sharp eyes track Auley amidst the chaos, concern and fury warring across his ursine features with every glancing blow the drones fail to fully shield the wolf from.

As a fresh barrage of munitions explode dangerously close to Auley, Nicholas lurches half out of his seat with a choked snarl. But Gertrude's sly taunt gives him pause - outwardly losing control now would only undermine his authority further. Clenching his meaty paws to keep them from wrapping around that swanlike neck, the Commander forces himself to sit. He draws a deep, steadying breath before responding through gritted fangs…

"You presume much to question my self-control, General," he rumbles, the words scraping past his throat like broken glass. "When this 'demonstration' concludes, you and I are going to have a very frank discussion regarding your methods of personnel evaluation."

He leans in closer, his own sea-green eyes boring into Gertrude's emerald gaze. "And let's be clear - Allen is not some toy for you to play with and discard on a whim. I'll not have you jeopardizing his well-being, no matter your rank or history with the lad."

"My my, such a doting papa wolf you've become," she remarks, idly twirling her carving knife between slender fingers. "One might accuse you of coddling the boy overmuch. Where's your faith in our product, hmm?"

She gestures airily out at the proving grounds where Auley continues coordinating the drone squadron against the relentless assault. One machine spirals drunkenly away, smoke trailing from its damaged rotors before crashing in a twisted heap. But still the wolf stands firm at the eye of the storm.

"Why, with enough adversity, even a humble carpenter can transform a toy into a real live boy!" Gertrude continues lightly with a sly sidelong look at Nicholas. "Surely you recall old Geppetto's tale? If Lieutenant Grimm hopes to earn his place among the Santas' ranks, he must prove capable of overcoming any challenge."

Her sharp green eyes glint with malicious amusem*nt. "Consider this crucible a character building exercise for our dear Auley. Diamonds only form under pressure, as I'm certain you'll agree."

"Enough!" he finally snarls through bared fangs, surging half out of his seat. His voice drops to a menacing rumble only Gertrude can hear over the sounds of combat. "You presume too much, General. Were you one of mine, I would have you court martialed for such blatant disregard for a subordinate's well-being!"

As they were arguing, a lucky shot slipped past his drone defenses, striking Auley near his temple, sending the slender wolf sprawling to the hard-packed earth. The surrounding machines wavers in confusion with their pilot temporarily stunned.

Sensing vulnerability, the remaining pitching machines and turrets focus fire on that spot. Auley throws up an arm with a cry as a hail of rubber munitions pelt his prone form. The drones swoop in desperately to shield him, rotors shredding under the relentless assault. But they won't last long.

Gertrude's emerald eyes flash dangerously as Nicholas attempts to stand, her slender fingers suddenly like a vise around his thick wrist. With surprising strength she yanks him back down into his seat, sharp nails digging into his fur.

"Sit, Commander!" she hisses through bared fangs, her sweet facade peeling away to reveal the ruthless predator beneath. "The true spectacle is about to begin!"

Gertrude stands over Auley's prone form, the young wolf having collapsed from exhaustion after nearly 24 hours of relentless combat drills under the General's strict supervision. Her sharp green eyes narrow, full red lips pursed in displeasure as she prods his side none too gently with the tip of her polished boot.

"Really now Auley, I expected better stamina from one of my proteges," she chides, tone clipped and severe. "Your foes in the field will show no quarter simply because you plead weariness. Either stand and face the next trial, or wash out right this instant."

Seeing the wolf pup remains motionless, Gertrude allow a sly grin to spread across her painted lips. The ursine's tone becomes playful, almost teasing as she tap her chin thoughtfully with one slender finger. "Hmm, or perhaps this truly is the extent of your fortitude? Then all that prattle about finding your little friends was merely idle fantasy. You may as well crawl back to civilian life and disappear into blissful obscurity."

Gertrude smirk down at his trembling, exhausted frame. "Become just another faceless peasant free of strife or greater purpose. Does that suit you better, my dear?"

At this, Auley's eyes blaze to life once more. With a ragged snarl he forces leaden limbs to shove himself upright, glaring at her with venomous intensity burning in those heterochromic eyes. Gertrude smile in satisfaction - the fire reignited.

"There's my fierce little warrior! I knew you weren't ready to lay down arms just yet," Her croon approvingly, trailing one long nail almost fondly beneath his chin. "Now then, on your feet Lieutenant. We've a long night ahead…"

Auley's eyes blaze with a sudden ruthless intensity. His lips peel back from sharp fangs in a manic grin as he begins laughing wildly amidst the chaos, clearly relishing the thrill of battle. Spying a discarded ballistic shield, he rolls to grab it and prop it up just as another volley of munitions pings off the dented metal surface.

"Keep firing, you bastards!" Auley howls almost gleefully over the din, peering around the battered shield with those burning heterochromic eyes. He maneuvers the surviving drones into a wedge formation and sends them streaking towards the nearest battery of pitching machines.

The drones unleash a blistering salvo, peppering several launchers in a fiery explosion. But more targets immediately pop up to replace them. Still cackling wildly, Auley angles the shield to deflect a fresh wave of incoming projectiles.

With a fierce battle cry, Auley sends several more drones streaking up into the overcast skies to join the swirling aerial ballet engaging targets already aloft. Gritting his teeth against the strain, the slender wolf braces his shield with both arms as a fresh salvo of rubber munitions pings off the battered metal surface.

A trio of drones maintain position behind him, rotors angled to help deflect shots coming from his exposed rear flank. Meanwhile the rest of the squadron circles the proving grounds like a flock of mechanical vultures, unleashing blistering suppressive fire on targets old and new alike. The staccato retort of machine gun fire echoes across the tundra.

Gertrude chuckles softly as she observes the slender wolf lieutenant maneuvering his drone forces with ruthless coordination amidst the simulated onslaught. Her sharp green eyes glint with satisfaction, even a hint of pride at Auley's ferocious performance. This was the vicious survivor she had forged under her harsh tutelage, the iron core beneath his mild bookish facade.

Noting Nicholas' continued dismay as he watches his gentle protege unleash this heretofore unseen savage side, Gertrude pats the ursine's broad forearm almost consolingly. Though her sly smile belies any real sympathy.

"There now, no need for such concern, Commander," she croons. "Our dear Auley is merely enjoying the chance to cut loose without pretense for once." Gertrude lifts her wineglass in an almost mocking toast towards the battle raging nearby. "Marvelous exhibition of our training program's efficacy, is it not?"

Nicholas mutters in disbelief as he watches Auley coordinating the drone forces with ruthless precision amidst the chaos, sharp fangs bared in a manic cackle. "I…I never knew he harbored such ferocity within him…"

She smirks sidelong at the glowering Nicholas. "Oh I'm certain you tried instilling only the most noble virtues in him during your brief time together. But we both know such tender ideals poorly equip one for facing the realities of this brutal world." Gertrude swirls her wine pensively. "I simply helped strip away the extraneous sentimentality and reveal his true nature, as any good drill instructor should."

"Those technical skills you so admire are mere window dressing, darling. But beneath lies a singular drive to survive and conquer any opposition through wit and ferocity."

She gestures expansively to where Auley continues orchestrating the drone forces to systematically eliminate targets, cackling wildly all the while. The visitors murmur uneasily at the wolf's manic display. But a hint of eager appraisal enters their expressions as well…clearly impressed by such ruthless coordination against overwhelming odds.

Her smug words strike Nicholas like a blow. Jaw tightening, he turns to meet her gaze directly. "You mistake callous indifference for strength, General," he rumbles. "I sought to nurture compassion in the boy, not extinguish it."

He shakes his great shaggy head, equal parts sorrow and frustration creasing his ursine features as explosions echo behind them. "I should have fought harder to keep Allen from your toxic influence…"

Gertrude places a delicate paw to her chest, tilting her head back as though about to swoon. "Why Nicholas darling, your fierce words wound me so!" she exclaims melodramatically, a sly smirk touching her painted lips belying the feigned affront.

"All I did was polish the gem you left buried, my dear," she remarks airily with a graceful wave towards the battlefield. "Why constrain the boy based solely on your expectations of who he should be? My methods simply enabled him to explore the full breadth of his capabilities."

Nicholas clenches his meaty fists, claws digging into his palms hard enough to draw pinpricks of blood as he struggles to rein in his temper. His voice comes out a low, dangerous growl. "Enough games. You presume much in questioning my methods, when your own leave much to be desired."

Gertrude's expression hardens then, all traces of coy playfulness vanishing. She leans in close, emerald eyes narrowing to pin Nicholas with an uncompromising stare. "You claim compassion as the loftiest virtue, Nicholas. Yet in your quest to nurture mercy in Auley, did it never occur to you that your incessant coddling only weakened him for the harsh realities of this world?"

"Allen needed compassion and stability, not to be molded into a ruthless survivor!"

She jabs the tip of her knife towards his chest for emphasis. "Santa we may be, but our battle never ends while monsters and wicked men continue preying upon the helpless." Gertrude bares her fangs briefly with a derisive hiss. "So go on keeping your paws unstained if you wish. But some must take up sword and fang to turn back the encroaching dark."

The General settles back in her seat, casually resuming her whittling as she nods towards the ongoing firefight enveloping Auley some fifty meters distant. "As the Lieutenant so ably demonstrates. He comprehends sacrifice and hardship are inevitable if there is to be any hope of lasting victory."

She holds up the unfinished carving - a slender feminine figure wielding a blade in one hand, a severed horned head in the other. Gertrude smiles coolly. "As must we all, when it comes down to it."

Nicholas meets her gaze unflinchingly, his tone hardening. "Mark my words General, we will be having a very serious discussion about boundaries where my godson is concerned once this farce concludes."

A loud explosion sounds from the proving grounds, drawing everyone's attention. The drones begin behaving erratically, overheating and trailing smoke from the relentless exertion Auley is putting them through. With the wolf no longer able to perfectly coordinate their defense, the remaining pitching machines and turrets focus fire on his exposed position.

"Oops, seems he's reached his limits," Gertrude remarks casually, taking another delicate sip of wine.

Before Nicholas can react, a burly figure comes barreling onto the field - Sergeant Elmo, holding up a shield and tackling Auley to the ground protectively just as a fresh salvo of rubber munitions pings off the metal surface. Major Owen is close on his heels, bellowing for the technicians to stand down at once.

Nicholas' eyes dart across the field noticing clouds of dust and smoke clearing away. The drones are down, but Auley is still standing, shielded by Elmo's broad body. Nicholas feels relief washing over his anxiety.

The visitors whisper to each other eyeing the unfolding situation with curiosity. Meanwhile Owen approaches Auley helping him stay on his feet and examining his injuries. Elmo still stands firmly between Auley and Gertrude, fists clenched, teeth bared. His broad chest heaving with rage.

"Have ye lost yer bloody marbles?! That demonstration o' yers clearly went overboard!" He swings his muscular arm pointing at destruction behind him, then shifts his finger towards Gertrude. "Someone oughta be held accountable fer what transpired here today!"

Nicholas places his paw on Elmo's tense shoulder catching his attention. "That's enough Sergeant." The goat snaps his head glaring at Nicholas. The bear shakes his head and steps forward addressing Gertrude directly.

"General Gertrude, I believe you owe us an explanation. As well as due compensation for damaged equipment and Lieutenant Grimm's medical treatment." He crosses his arms over his chest waiting for her response.

Ignoring Nicholas, Gertrude strides confidently towards the assembled investors and contractors, who are murmuring in surprise at the unexpected dramatic turn with Elmo's angry outburst. She spreads her arms appealingly, raising her voice to be heard by all as the dust settles across the ravaged proving grounds.

"Ladies and gentlemen, surely you can appreciate the significance of what we just witnessed here!" She gestures expansively back towards Auley, who is slumped exhausted between Owen and Elmo's supportive grasp. "Why, our talented Lieutenant Grimm held his own for over twenty minutes against overwhelming enemy forces that would have swiftly annihilated an entire platoon of common soldiers!"

Excited exclamations ripple through the crowd at this pronouncement. Several visitors rise from their seats, craning their necks to get a better look at the smoke-stained wolf across the field. Gertrude sweeps her gaze across them all, a triumphant gleam in her sharp green eyes.

"I put it to you all - surely this rousing exhibition proves these drones' vast superiority for surveillance and defense operations in extreme conditions?" She smiles coolly as vigorous applause and shouts of agreement meet her words. With a gracious dip of her chin, Gertrude acknowledges the accolades before turning her attention back to Nicholas and Elmo.

"Come along then, gentlemen," she says briskly, striding past them without a backwards glance to ensure they follow. "Let us adjourn to your office, Nicholas. I believe there are sensitive matters requiring our…undivided attention."

The female polar bear leads the way through a side entrance back into the main complex, her gait smooth and unhurried. But there is an almost palpable aura of tightly-leashed intensity simmering beneath her nonchalant demeanor.

Chapter 13: Gertrude

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Nicholas' office is dimly lit with only a few small lamps shedding warm light over the dark wooden desk. The shadows seem unusually darker, almost threatening as they stretch across the walls and corners. Gertrude sits in a leather armchair casually sipping coffee from an ornate porcelain cup. Her emerald eyes reflect glimmers of light akin to a predator lurking in the darkness waiting for its prey.

Across from her seated behind the desk is Nicholas. His expression is stern, gaze unwavering as he watches Gertrude in tense silence. To his left stands Major Owen at rigid parade rest. The reindeer's sharp eyes track the female polar bear's every minute movement. His hand rests on the grip of his holstered sidearm.

After a lengthy, weighty pause Nicholas leans forward steepling his meaty paws atop the desk blotter. His tone holds thinly-veiled menace as he rumbles: "I trust you have good reason for requesting this private audience, General. Speak your piece so I may determine what censure awaits for your egregious actions today."

Gertrude lets out a quiet, musical laugh, the corner of her painted red lips quirking upward as she notices Owen's hand resting on his sidearm. "My my, you've acquired quite the fierce guard dog since we last collaborated, Nicholas." Her keen emerald gaze sweeps over Owen appraisingly. "Tell me Major, do you also fetch the morning paper or just threaten visiting dignitaries?"

Before Owen can retort, she holds up a conciliatory hand, tone sobering. "But pleasantries aside, I'm certain you're eager to learn the purpose behind requesting this private council."

"To be frank darling, while I'll admit a small part of today's…demonstration was arranged to provoke you," her sharp green eyes glint with sly amusem*nt, "in truth my primary aim was fostering the perception of irreconcilable conflict between us."

She leans back casually, regarding her nails. "After all, certain parties would grow suspicious if we seemed overly congenial, given our ostensibly divergent philosophies on utilizing Elven assets." Looking back up to meet Nicholas' gaze, Gertrude's expression grows grave. "But maintaining that facade means I cannot openly share intelligence without risking exposure."

"I must admit your methods leave much to be desired, General," he rumbles finally, steepling his meaty paws. "But given the potential severity of the intelligence you hint at, I am willing to table any disciplinary proceedings for now and hear you out."

He nods to Owen who had opened his mouth to protest Nicholas' conciliatory tone. The Major presses his lips together with a huff but remains silent.

"My office is secure enough for your purpose." His sharp sea-green eyes bore into Gertrude's over tented paws, gaze unwavering. "Tell me what you know and what aid you require, and I swear on my stripes no word shall travel beyond these walls."

Gertrude raises one eyebrow, the corner of her painted red lips quirking up in a sly half-smile. "Come now Nicholas, surely a shrewd strategist like yourself detected certain…incongruities regarding recent events," she purrs, steepling her manicured fingers.

"After all, consider our little Cloud's sudden influx of outside interest and investors. Rather unprecedented, even with your silver tongue, wouldn't you agree?" Her keen emerald gaze sweeps over Nicholas and Owen. "Why, some of these esteemed personages have been outright hostile to Christmas' interests in the past. Yet now they eagerly throw money at one of our most remote outposts?"

"And not only private corporate interests either. But fellow Santas who haven't spoken to you civilly in years. All suddenly agog to funnel resources your way." Leaning forward intently, Gertrude pins Nicholas with an arch look. "Come now Commander, you above all know nothing comes so cheaply. Everyone has an angle…or a blade poised at their spine."

"An astute observation, General. In truth the timing and eager enthusiasm from once hostile factions did strike me as…anomalous," he rumbles at last. His keen sea-green eyes narrow, boring into Gertrude's emerald gaze. "Especially given most Santas' notorious insularity regarding outside partnerships, much less foreign corporate interests."

He taps one thick claw against the polished wood surface, brow furrowing. "I had planned to conduct more thorough vetting of these new 'benefactors'. But the opportunity to rapidly expand Project Helvetti's scale and impact stayed my hand." Nicholas huffs, shaking his great shaggy head ruefully. "It seems my eagerness to uplift this region's people clouded my judgment regarding less altruistic motives potentially at play."

Glancing sidelong at Owen still standing rigidly at parade rest, the ursine commander raises a questioning brow. The reindeer gives a subtle nod - this influx of outside parties had indeed struck him as suspicious also. Turning his attention back to Gertrude, Nicholas folds his arms across his barrel chest.

"You clearly imply these recent developments are not mere coincidence, General," he rumbles. "Pray enlighten us then - what sinister mechanisms have been set in motion around Cloud?" His claws dig furrows across the sleeves of his uniform jacket, belying Nicholas' outward calm. "And why, you only coming forward with revelations now?"

Gertrude swipes her slender fingers across the tablet's screen sending a few encrypted files over to Nicholas. "Ah, ah, no rush darling. Have a look here first and see what we're dealing with."

Nicholas and Owen lean in peering at the tablet laying on the desk. The ursine commander's expression shifts from questioning to grim realization as he scrolls through the reports.

"When you left that oaf Mason to oversee operations in your absence, he wasted no time consolidating his own power base and marginalizing your lingering influence." She shakes her elegant head, clicking her tongue. "Honestly Nicholas, allowing ambition to blind you to the viper in your own nest?"

Rising gracefully from her seat, Gertrude begins slowly pacing the office, heels clicking against the hardwood floor. "Thanks to your…distraction chasing a certain reindeer's tail," she smirks sidelong at a now growling Owen, "it's become apparent dissent runs far deeper than one disgruntled Santa looking to reclaim lost glory."

Halting before the desk, Gertrude braces her palms on the edge and leans forward intently. "How else could Mason have acquired all that foreign backing for his schemes so quickly unless others facilitated it, hmm?" She taps one nail sharply against the tablet's screen. "Look here - these financial records clearly show outside corporate donors. Yet also covert payments diverted from half a dozen Christmas installations across Europe."

"Someone has been discreetly funnelling resources meant for our organization into that traitor's coffers for months, darling. This reeks of a coordinated effort to quietly undermine your influence." Pushing off from the desk, Gertrude resumes her measured pacing, heels clicking sharply on the hardwood.

Nicholas leans back in his chair with a deep, frustrated sigh, the old leather creaking faintly under his considerable bulk. He removes his frameless spectacles, setting them atop a stack of documents with a dull clink. Scrubbing both meaty paws down his rugged muzzle, the ursine commander shakes his great shaggy head, a low growl rumbling in his barrel chest.

"Confound that odious worm Mason! To think I allowed him refuge here after his disastrous tenure nearly gutted our operations!" he snarls through bared fangs. "Only to have the cur turn around and sink his crooked fangs into my hide soon as fortune presented itself!"

Slamming a clenched fist against the armrest hard enough to make the stout wood frame groan, Nicholas surges up from his chair. He begins pacing the office in long, agitated strides, claws digging furrows across the sleeves of his white dress shirt.

"You claim this conspiracy extends far beyond one embittered Santa seeking to reclaim lost power though," he rumbles over one broad shoulder towards Gertrude. His piercing sea-green eyes glint with cold fury in the dim lighting. "That someone has orchestrated a coordinated effort to quietly undermine my influence while I was…distracted."

Nicholas' gaze darts briefly to Owen still standing rigidly at parade rest nearby. The reindeer's jaw clenches, sharp eyes narrowed to flinty slits. But he remains silent for now, evidently willing to shelve personal ire to focus on the matter at hand.

Turning his attention back to Gertrude, the ursine commander comes to a halt, massive arms folded across his barrel chest. "Just who stands to gain from this scheme then?" he demands, tone brooking no prevarication. "And why come to me now rather than simply allowing events to run their course?"

"While Mason's little coup is troubling, that's not my primary concern at present. What truly alarmed me was noticing a pattern amongst your predecessors here."

"Tell me Nicholas, doesn't it strike you as odd that in over decades, not one appointed Santa has remained at this post longer than their mandatory three year tenure?" Gertrude arches one slender brow at him. "Oh I'm certain some cited the harsh climate and frequent monster skirmishes when requesting transfer. But never making effort to improve conditions for the troops?"

Halting before Nicholas' desk again, the female polar bear braces her palms on the edge and leans forward intently. "As though they were merely biding time rather than truly investing in the region. Almost as if…there were an ulterior motive for assigning leadership here."

"It seems your predecessors were far from idle during their tenure here, Commander. Why, Mason intimated they were instrumental in establishing a certain off-the-books research site situated conveniently beyond Cloud's patrol radius."

She examines her nails idly as she continues. "Some collaborative effort between our own dear organization and certain…outside interests. Funded quite handsomely to conduct all manner of experiments, well out of prying eyes." Looking back up, Gertrude's emerald gaze bores into Nicholas' own. "Tell me darling, have the monster skirmishes not seemed unusually frequent as of late? Becoming ever more cunning and vicious?"

Rising gracefully from where she had perched on the desk corner, Gertrude resumes her earlier pacing. Her heels click sharply against the hardwood floor. "As I understand Mason's ravings, your arrival here threw quite the wrench into their operations. Appointing your own hand-picked successor was supposed to be a mere formality. But then you had to go playing hero…"

"Are you implying the deaths of countless good soldiers - my friends and comrades - were merely collateral to cover for some backroom collaboration with the very monsters we've bled to contain?!" Owen's voice comes out a harsh rasp as he struggles to keep from bellowing his outrage.

His sharp eyes flash with barely suppressed rage as he listens to Gertrude explain the extent of the conspiracy Cloud has unknowingly been entangled in for over a decade. His fists clench tightly enough that claws pierce the calloused flesh of his palms. Blood drips unnoticed to the polished floor.

Nicholas places a steadying paw on the seething reindeer's shoulder, though his own expression remains grim. "Easy, Owen. I understand this revelation cuts deep, but losing discipline now could play right into our enemies' hands." He turns his piercing gaze back on Gertrude. "Pray continue elucidating, General. Clearly there are still pieces missing from the full picture."

Gertrude leans back in her chair, crossing her shapely legs as she takes another sip of coffee. Her emerald eyes glint with satisfaction, the look of a cat toying with a cornered mouse.

"Now then, with this new context in mind, consider again why all those erstwhile foes would eagerly back your quaint little R&D initiative," she purrs, tapping one elegant claw against her tablet screen. "Why, the fine print alone provides ample incentive!"

Turning the device to face Nicholas and Owen, she indicates a section detailing penalties should Cloud fail to deliver on their contractual project obligations. "Note the guarantees you personally signed as guarantor, darling. Making you financially liable for any losses incurred." Her painted red lips quirk in a sly smirk. "So say a rival faction staged an attack, forcing suspension of operations here? Tsk tsk, Cloud would default and you along with it!"

Gertrude makes a show of examining her nails. "They would essentially own you at that point, Commander. Either through direct control of Cloud's assets, or by burying you under crippling debt you could never hope to repay." She clicks her tongue in mock sympathy at Nicholas' thunderstruck expression. "Oh I know it seems terribly underhanded. But business is business after all."

Leaning forward with a conspiratorial stage whisper meant to carry, she continues. "Of course should things proceed smoothly, our 'friends' still acquire access to all the shiny new tech your teams develop. So it's rather win-win backing this little scheme, wouldn't you agree?"

Nicholas leans back in his chair, steepling his large paws as he mulls over Gertrude's revelations. His keen sea-green eyes narrow, boring into the female polar bear's smug emerald gaze.

"I must admit, this coordinated scheme to undermine my authority and leverage Cloud's resources is quite cunningly devised," he rumbles, claws digging furrows across the sleeves of his white dress shirt. "Dangling financing and access to investors in exchange for a cut of our proprietary tech, while poised to seize this installation should staged attacks force us to default."

"Like a spider patiently spinning its web, poised to ensnare our organization the moment fortunes shift..."

At this, Owen places a steadying paw atop one of Nicholas' own, concern creasing his rugged features. The ursine commander draws a slow breath, willing clenched fists to relax.

"But as devious as this cabal has proven itself, I am not so easily outmaneuvered," he continues after a moment, tone hardening. "Especially on familiar ground. So let our foes come, if they dare. Cloud and her defenders will teach them folly of premature celebration."

He taps the financial contract projected on Gertrude's tablet screen. "Firstly, we must mitigate potential exposure should conflict disrupt project timetables. I assume the good General can leverage certain connections to…renegotiate terms?"

"Come now darling, surely you didn't expect me to solve all your problems outright?" she purrs. "Why, I've already provided considerable aid steering those investors your way. Not to mention loaning you my star pupil."

She tilts her head, tapping one slender finger against her painted red lips. "Speaking of our dear Lieutenant Grimm…I may be willing to extend his assignment here. Provided you indulge a small wager I propose."

Nicholas regards Gertrude with a wary frown, crossing his burly arms across his chest. "So what is this 'wager' you propose then, General?" he rumbles. "Somehow I doubt it entails coin tosses or games of chance."

"Oh, it's quite simple really," she purrs. "We Santas are duty-bound to grant wishes and spread joy, are we not? Well…" She examines her nails idly. "…before Christmas comes, I want you to fulfill dear Auley's heart's desire."

Tilting her head, Gertrude regards Nicholas expectantly. "Succeed in making his wish come true, and you'll have my continued goodwill and discretion. Why, I may even throw in an extra surprise gift~" She winks. "But fail, and status quo resumes without further concessions from me."

Leaning forward intently, the female polar bear continues. "Come now Nicholas, this should be child's play for one so practiced at, hmm…coaxing smiles from handsome young soldiers~" Gertrude smirks as Owen bristles and Nicholas flushes beneath his fur. "Unless you've grown soft since taking this post, Commander?"

She settles back with a knowing smile, steepling her fingers once more. "Well? Do we have an accord?"

Nicholas regards Gertrude pensively as she outlines the terms of her "wager", his expression guarded. After a weighty pause he responds cautiously… "Very well General, I accept your challenge, dubious as the motives seem."

His keen sea-green eyes bore into Gertrude's, unwavering. "But you still haven't elucidated why go so far out of your way assisting us, when simply standing aside would have sufficed were your aims purely self-interest."

"No, something more is at play here. So let us have it plainly…" His tone brooks no prevarication. "…What stake have you in this tangled affair beyond petty one-upmanship or seeing me humbled?"

Gertrude closes her eyes and chuckles softly as she regards Nicholas with a sly smirk "Oh come now darling, surely you haven't forgotten our long association pursuing that shared ambition?" She tilts her head, one eyebrow quirking delicately upwards "Why, facilitating peaceful coexistence between our peoples and the mundane masses remains my sole aspiration! However…" Her sharp green eyes glint, voice lowering to a sly murmur "…methods may differ."

With an elegant flourish, Gertrude produces the two small carvings fashioned earlier - a slender wolf in mid-pounce, fangs bared ferociously, and a slender feminine figure wielding a blade in one hand, a severed horned head in the other. She sets them on Nicholas' desk with an enigmatic smile. "Consider these little trinkets a memento of more congenial times past, hmm?"

Rising gracefully from her seat, the General smoothes the sleek fabric of her white dress uniform as she makes her way unhurriedly towards the office door. Pausing with one slender hand atop the ornate brass knob, she glances coyly over one shoulder at the two officers watching her warily.

"Now then, I'm certain you gentlemen have contingency plans to hammer out, and I must make an appearance at the exhibition gala." Gertrude winks, her painted red lips quirking in a sly grin. "Do give Lieutenant Grimm my regards, won't you Nicholas? And remember…" She taps the side of her muzzle meaningfully. "Part of a Santa's duty is interpreting wishes left unspoken."

With that cryptic remark, Gertrude takes her leave, allowing the heavy oaken door to swing shut behind her with an air of finality. The click of her heels on the hardwood floor slowly fades down the hallway until only silence remains, leaving Nicholas and Owen alone to ponder the evening's troubling revelations.

Nicholas lets out a long, heavy sigh as the heavy oaken door clicks shut behind Gertrude's retreating back, the tension slowly leaving his broad shoulders. "That one's like an Arctic hurricane - chaos and destruction left in her wake," he remarks wearily, scrubbing a paw down his rugged muzzle.

He glances over at Owen standing rigidly nearby, the reindeer officer's normally stoic features twisted into a pensive frown. Likely still reeling from the revelations implicating previous Cloud leadership in this tangled conspiracy.

Nicholas steps closer, placing a steadying paw on Owen's shoulder "Are you alright my friend?" he asks gently. "I cannot fathom how deep this cuts, having served those turncoats so long…"

Owen takes a slow, deep breath, fists clenched tightly at his sides before responding in a low, strained voice. "I will be once the ones responsible are made to answer for their treachery…"

"But regrets and recriminations can wait. You are right that our priority now must be safeguarding Cloud and her people from whatever schemes yet unfold around us."

Glancing sidelong at Nicholas, Owen's expression softens almost imperceptibly. "We seem fated to spend this night quelling storms both within and without. But know that I am with you, come what may."

Nicholas nods solemnly, his keen sea-green eyes softening as they meet the reindeer's steely gaze. "I suspected I would face opposition seeking to reform entrenched bureaucracy and interests. But never fathomed the rot extended so deep into the organization's core." He shakes his great shaggy head with a frustrated huff. "Confound HQ politics…"

Striding back around his desk, the ursine commander settles heavily into the well-worn leather chair. It creaks faintly under his formidable bulk as Nicholas leans forward, scrubbing both meaty paws down his rugged muzzle before continuing gravely… "Our next actions must be swift yet discreet if we are to counter this conspiracy on two fronts."

He taps the financial contract still displayed on Gertrude's tablet. "Priority one - mitigate potential exposure should conflict disrupt project timetables. I want contingencies drafted covering all possible statutory liabilities." Glancing over at Owen, Nicholas arches a questioning brow. "Can we leverage any of our, shall we say, unofficial back channels to pressure renegotiation of these predatory terms?"

Not waiting for a response, the ursine turns his attention to the other pressing matter - Mason. His lips peel back from sharp fangs with an irate hiss. "As for that damned viper…it's well past time he answered for his treachery. But we must play this carefully lest he slither off to whatever bolt-hole he's established within headquarters."

"Perhaps we should let him believe his little ploy remains undiscovered for now. Lull him into complacency while we identify his co-conspirators and trace those diverted funds back to their source…"

"Then when the moment is ripe, we bare this rot for all to see and excise it - root, stem, and branch." Slamming a meaty fist against his desk for emphasis, Nicholas meets his second-in-command's gaze, resolve hardening his own. "Well Major? Shall we remind our enemies why this old campaigner's bite yet carries fangs?"

Owen nods solemnly at Nicholas' vow, but beneath the Major's stoic facade, a shadow of lingering sorrow creases his rugged features at this betrayal by former comrades-in-arms.

Noticing his lover's disquiet, Nicholas draws Owen into a fierce embrace, one thick arm wrapped around the reindeer's broad shoulders as he presses Owen's head against his own barrel chest. "We'll weather this storm as we have all others, you and I," the ursine rumbles softly, ducking his head so his warm breath ruffles Owen's short cropped mane. "Take faith that justice will be served in due course."

Owen closes his eyes with a quiet sigh, some tension leaving his frame as he allows himself a moment's vulnerability, soaking in his mate's reassuring presence. "…I do not doubt it,"

Chapter 14: Elmo Rantanen 4

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As Gertrude turns a corner in the hallway outside Nicholas' office, her ear flicked as a faint smirk curved up her lips. She suddenly grasps a large arm emerging from the shadows and with surprising strength, she slams the hulking figure against the wall, pinning them effortlessly despite their considerable bulk. A stray shaft of moonlight filtering through a nearby window reveals the interloper to be none other than Elmo.

The female polar bear grins fiercely down at the winded goat beastman, one hand twisted into the collar of his fatigues to keep him immobilized. "Well, well…seems I have an admirer skulking about despite my explicit disinterest," she purrs, sharp emerald eyes glinting with amusem*nt. Gertrude leans in closer, her sweet floral perfume failing to mask the palpable aura of danger radiating from her slender frame.

Gertrude smirks, tapping one slender finger against her painted red lips as she regards her captive with amusem*nt. "Eavesdropping on your superiors, Sergeant? Such dreadful manners…" She punctuates this mild chiding by slamming him back against the wall again, claws pricking warningly at his throat. "Though I suppose some allowances can be made for overeager subordinates."

Elmo grunts as he's slammed against the wall again, sharp claws pricking warningly at his throat. He meets Gertrude's gaze defiantly despite the precarious position. "I don't gotta explain meself to the likes o' you," he growls.

Elmo ,akes an attempt to break free from her grip, but despite his formidable strength, Gertrude's hold remains unbroken. After a few fruitless seconds he sags back against the wall, panting. Glowers at her sullenly. "Fine then, ye caught me eavesdroppin'," he admits grudgingly. "Ain't often we get such lofty brass gracin' this frozen backwater. Wanted to suss out what schemes might be brewin'."

He snorts derisively. "Not that it did much good with all yer smirkin' doubletalk. Couldn't make heads nor tails o' half that nonsense ye fed the Commander." He narrow his eyes suspiciously. "So quit playin' coy an' spell it out plain - what's yer real angle here, General?"

Gertrude chuckles lightly, emerald eyes glinting with amusem*nt as she keeps Elmo pinned. "Come now Sergeant, surely you realize such complex machinations are beyond your limited faculties," she purrs, tapping one slender finger mockingly against the tip of his nose.

Elmo snarls wordlessly as Gertrude continues casually pinning him to the wall, sharp claws pricking warningly at his throat as she smirks up at him. "Temper, temper dear. Why don't we discuss more pertinent matters, hmm?" Her sharp gaze sweeps over him appraisingly. "For instance, your curiously…zealous reaction when I was testing dear Auley's mettle earlier."

Leaning in until they are nearly muzzle to muzzle, Gertrude stage-whispers "One might almost think you harbor tender feelings for my wolf pup~" She smirks, coy tone belying the razor edge glinting in her emerald eyes. "Come now Sergeant, do confess what exactly is the nature of your…attachment to our talented Lieutenant~"

"Ain't none o' yer damn business what attachment I got to any soul 'round here!" Despite the precariousness of his position, Elmo jabs a thick finger at Gertrude for emphasis. "An' if yer think I'll just stand by suckin' me thumb while ye endanger one o' ours for yer twisted games, General or no, ye got another thing comin'!"

He makes another furious attempt to break her grip, muscles straining. But Gertrude simply tightens her hold, claws piercing through the fabric of his fatigues to prick his skin.

"Grrrah! Blast it, lemme go already ye pompous windbag!" Elmo snarls, beyond caring about rank or protocol at this point. He aims a sharp kick at her knee, hoping to catch her off guard long enough to wrench free of her clutches. "Keep yer schemes an' coy word games fer them stuffed shirts in the meetin'! Ain't impressed by yer honeyed poison none!"

Gertrude deftly sidesteps the goat beastman's sharp kick. She releases her vice-like grip on his collar with a sly chuckle, allowing Elmo to stumble forward from his own momentum. As he whirls around with a furious bleat, massive fists clenched, she gives his nose a playful flick.

"Oh come now, such hostility!" She clicks her tongue in mock reproach, emerald eyes glittering with amusem*nt. "Anyone would think you bore some grudge against me personally."

"Let's have some honesty Sergeant - this newfound temper wouldn't have anything to do with a certain wolf lieutenant's romantic rejection, hmm?" She smirks at the way he stiffens, teeth grinding audibly. "My condolences for your broken heart, truly."

Sensing he is about to unleash another string of irate bleating, Gertrude swiftly cuts him off. "But before you work yourself into a proper lather…" She leans in close, dropping her voice conspiratorially. "…what if I told you there was a way to unlock that stubborn heart after all?"

The burly goat beastman reels back at this, his anger momentarily giving way to shock. He eyes Gertrude warily, distrust warring with a flicker of tentative hope in his rugged features. After a taut moment, Elmo finally responds in a low, guarded tone…

"An' why should I trust a single honeyed word from yer forked tongue?" He folds his brawny arms across his barrel chest, regarding the female polar bear through narrowed eyes. "Near as I seen, ye only look out fer number one an' leave naught but chaos in yer wake."

"Oh come now Sergeant, you wound me!" She places a hand delicately over her heart in mock affront. "To accuse me of leaving only chaos when I've gone so far out of my way to aid our dear Commander and his charming Major?"

Not giving Elmo a chance to retort, Gertrude breezes past him with a dismissive wave of her slender hand. "But I've no intention of wasting breath justifying myself to one incapable of grasping subtle strategy."

Pausing mid-stride, she glances coyly over one shoulder, lips quirking. "Suffice it to say, the key to unlocking our dear Lieutenant's guarded heart lies in understanding his true nature. And today's…demonstration provided a tantalizing glimpse behind that diffident facade, did it not?"

As she turns to leave, Elmo calls out suspiciously "Ye seem to have an uncanny knack for guessin' at my motives and such. Don't s'pose yer one o' them rare Krampus types yerself?"

Gertrude places a slender finger against her red lips, winking "A lady must have some secrets~" With that cryptic remark hanging in the air, her heels click sharply on the polished floor as she strides off down the dim hallway.

Elmo stands there in the dimly lit hallway for several moments after Gertrude's departure, watching the sway of her shapely hips until the clicking of her heels on the hardwood floor fades to silence. He scrubs a hand down his rugged muzzle, bleating out a frustrated sigh. That infuriating General had danced verbal circles around him, leaving more questions than answers with her coy insinuations.

"Blasted fox thinkin' she's so damn clever…" he mutters under his breath, though there's a grudging hint of admiration beneath the irritation. Shaking his horned head sharply, Elmo turns and begins trudging back the way he came. His earlier confrontation with Mason followed swiftly by this vexing encounter with Gertrude have left him feeling mentally exhausted.

As he passes by the strategy room where the earlier investor meeting had been held, Elmo recalls Auley being whisked off to the infirmary shortly after that disastrous live combat demonstration. His pace quickens, concern creasing his rugged features. Best go check on the pup, make sure he weren't too badly banged up from playing Gertrude's twisted war games…

Some minutes later finds Elmo pushing through the double doors into the base's modest medical wing. At this late hour there are only a couple staff on night duty monitoring equipment or updating patient records. They glance up in surprise at the brawny goat beastman's entrance but quickly return to their tasks once realizing he's not in need of immediate treatment.

Elmo approaches the nurses station, rapping his knuckles on the high countertop to get the bored orderly's attention. "Evenin' mate. Lookin' fer one o' yer newest patients - Lieutenant Grimm I believe? Wolf fella, silver coat, odd peepers." When the orderly simply gives him a blank look in response, Elmo huffs impatiently. "C'mon now, woulda been brought in few hours ago at most. General Gertrude's little science experiment?"

"Oh him!" The nurse remarks, snapping his fingers as recollection dawns. "Exam Room 12, just around the corner there." He points helpfully before returning to his magazine.

With a gruff word of thanks, Elmo sets off down the corridor towards Exam Room 12. As he approaches the closed door, he hesitates a moment, suddenly feeling oddly nervous. Shaking his shaggy head sharply, the burly goat raps his knuckles against the wooden door.

Auley to glance up from where he sits perched on the edge of the exam table. His shoulders are hunched, expression brooding as he gazes down at the tablet in his lap displaying analysis of the drones' performance.

"Auley? Ye in there, pup?" Elmo's gruff voice calls out from the hallway.

Ears twitching in surprise at this late visit from the goat beastman, Auley sets the tablet aside and slides off the table. He winces faintly, one hand going to his bandaged side where shrapnel from the exploding drones had pierced his uniform. The medics mentioned possible cracked ribs, insisting he remain overnight for observation. But overall the wolf was in remarkably good shape given the intensity of the "test" he had endured…

Limping over to the door, Auley cracks it open. His expression brightens in pleased surprise to see Elmo's rugged features peering down at him. "Elmo! This is an unexpected surprise," he remarks, opening the door wider. "Please, do come in."

He shuffles back to perch gingerly on the edge of the exam table, gesturing for Elmo to take the room's lone visitor chair. Now that the adrenaline from the battle has worn off, Auley looks rather more the worse for wear - uniform tattered and stained, dark circles beneath his mismatched eyes, and fur matted with sweat and dust. But he musters a wan smile for his visitor.

"My apologies for the disheveled state of things. To what do I owe the pleasure of your company so late this evening?"

Elmo scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, shuffling his hooves as he regards the disheveled wolf seated on the exam table.

"Ah, well I reckoned I oughta come check ye weren't too badly banged up after that madness," Elmo explains with a sheepish half-grin. "Got me worried when I seen the shape ye were in by the end."

He clears his throat gruffly, taking a seat in the lone visitor chair near the door. After a weighty pause, the burly goat leans forward intently, bracing his elbows on his knees. "How ye holdin' up though, truly? That sad*st of a General sure put ye through the bloody wringer out there…" His broad shoulders tense, expression darkening. "Right foul stunt if ye ask me, volunteerin' one o' our own fer live target practice! Why iffen I'd known her scheme beforehand…"

Trailing off with a frustrated huff, Elmo scrubs a hand down his rugged muzzle. His sharp eye sweeps over Auley critically, taking in the blood-spattered uniform and makeshift bandages swathing his slender frame. The pup is clearly putting on a brave face, but must be hurting something fierce after that ordeal. Impulsively, Elmo leans forward and gently grasps one of Auley's paws where it rests atop the exam table. His calloused thumb strokes lightly over Auley's knuckles.

"I know ye got yer reasons fer goin' along with that madwoman's games," he murmurs gruffly. "But just say the word an' I swear she won't be layin' a claw on ye again if I can help it." His broad chest puffs up indignantly. "Rank be damned! After that stunt, she deserves a right wallopin' fer endangerin' one o' ours."

Auley smiles warmly as Elmo voices concern over his injuries sustained during the live combat demonstration, giving the goat beastman's large calloused hand a grateful squeeze. "It was quite the harrowing ordeal to be sure. But thanks to your timely intervention Sergeant, I escaped relatively unscathed."

He chuckles softly, wincing as the motion sends a spike of pain through his bandaged ribs. "Just some cuts and contusions according to the medics. And a few cracked ribs perhaps, but nothing life threatening." Auley pats Elmo's hand reassuringly. "So please, don't trouble yourself overmuch on my account."

Glancing down at where Elmo still clasps his slender fingers, Auley feels his cheeks heat despite himself. Clearing his throat awkwardly, he gently extricates his paw from the brawny goat's grip. "In any case, you have my deepest gratitude for coming to my aid against the General's…enthusiasm. It was a comfort knowing chivalry was not wholly dead in this modern era."

He smiles crookedly, some tension leaving his frame now that adrenaline has worn off. The wolf sags back wearily against the exam table, wincing as he jostles healing injuries. His odd eyes gaze pensively towards the room's sole narrow window, where moonlight filters through gossamer curtains stirring faintly in the night breeze.

Elmo stands outside the infirmary door, lost in thought after his visit with Auley. The wolf was clearly putting on a brave face despite the ordeal he endured, but Elmo could tell those injuries were paining him something fierce.

As if summoned by his brooding thoughts, Elmo's sixth senses detects two familiar presences approaching from down the hallway - Commander Nicholas and Major Owen. The brawny goat straightens, then gives them a subtle nod as they draw near, silently signaling all is well with Auley for now.

Owen returns the nod briskly while Nicholas offers a weary smile before they disappear into the infirmary to check on Auley themselves. With a heavy sigh, Elmo turns to make his own way back to the barracks. He could use a stiff drink or three to unwind after the chaos of this trying day.

Elmo leans against the wooden fence on the outskirts of the base, gazing up at the night sky dotted with twinkling stars. The half-finished bottle of cheap beer in his hand has long gone warm, but the brawny goat barely notices as he broods over the chaotic events from earlier in Gertrude's "demonstration".

He shakes his great horned head with a snort, taking another swig of the tepid brew. As much as the General's manipulative machinations raise his hackles, Elmo finds his thoughts continually circling back to Auley.

"Blast it all, don't that pup realize he's playin' with fire lettin' that she-devil yank him around so?" he mutters under his breath, glowering out at the darkened tundra.

But despite his simmering protectiveness towards the wolf, Auley's gentle smile from their earlier conversation keeps surfacing in Elmo's mind. He sighs gustily, tail flicking in agitation. "An' here I reckoned gettin' shot down would cure me o' this hopeless pash…"

He recalls Gertrude's cryptic words about understanding Auley's true nature being key to reaching his guarded heart. Elmo huffs, taking another swig of tepid beer. "Reckon there's some truth to that sly vixen's nonsense though," he admits begrudgingly.

Gazing up at the moon, the goat beastman smiles faintly as he remembers Auley helping him pursue his own dream of returning to active duty. But now it seems another dream has taken root in his heart.

Elmo leans casually against the fencepost, gazing up at the starry night sky as he softly sings a little ditty to himself. His gruff voice carries a hint of wistful longing beneath the usual confident baritone…

"Dear Santa, make my wish come true~"

"There's only one thing on my list…"

Chapter 15: Owen Brayden 2

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Owen Brayden strides briskly through the halls of Cloud, his posture ramrod straight and his expression stern as usual. His footsteps echo off the metal flooring as he makes his rounds, ensuring everything is running smoothly in Nicholas' absence.

He passes by a few soldiers chatting by the mess hall, giving them a curt nod before continuing on. One of them calls out to Owen as he walks by.

Soldier: "Morning Major! Everything good so far today?"

Owen pauses, glancing back at the soldiers over his shoulder. "No issues to report. Carry on." His reply is brief and to the point before he continues on his patrol.

Up ahead, Owen spots Auley walking down an adjoining hallway, a sheaf of papers and a tablet tucked under one arm. His amber and brown eyes are glued to the tablet's screen, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

"Lieutenant Auley." His tone is neutral and professional as he addresses the wolf beastman. Once he has Auley's attention, Owen continues "What is the status update on Project Helvetti? Mr. Briant has been occupied handling…other matters, so I will relay anything pertinent to him."

Auley blinks slowly as he registers Owen's question, shaking his head a bit to clear the fog of exhaustion. He straightens up, tucking the tablet more securely under his arm.

"Ah, yeah, it's going fine. The new drone prototypes are working well so far in field tests." He pauses, rubbing his tired eyes with the heel of one hand. "The, uh, rumors about my presentation seem to be making it difficult to focus lately though."

"Do you know if Nicholas would have some free time later? It's nothing important, I just…want to spend sometime with him." There's a hint of loneliness in Auley's voice and his amber eyes seem duller than usual.

"I see. Well, do take care not to let idle gossip impede your work." His tone softens just a fraction as he continues "As for the Commander, I will inform him you wish to meet when he has a free moment. Though I cannot make promises on when that may be."

Owen glances down briefly at his watch "If there's nothing else, I'll be on my-"

He's interrupted by raised voices and a sudden clamor from nearby. Owen's gaze snaps up, body tensing as his hand goes to his hip holster. But he doesn't draw his sidearm once he sees the source of the commotion.

It's just Elmo and Gracia, the two troublemakers bickering as they round the corner. Gracia has the smaller goat beastman in a playful headlock, roughly grinding his knuckles against Elmo's skull. Elmo bleats and flails, cursing up a storm.

"Ow, leggo ya damn furball!" Elmo growls, finally wriggling free. He straightens his rumpled uniform, glowering at the smirking ursine.

The reindeer's eyes narrowed as he observes the two troublemakers bickering loudly. His mouth presses into a thin line, clearly displeased by their rambunctiousness.

"That's enough!" Owen barks sharply, striding over to Elmo and Gracia. They fall silent as Owen towers over them, ears flattening meekly.

"What's the meaning of this disruption?" He demands, arms crossed. His piercing gaze sweeps between them as he awaits an explanation.

"Eh, we was just messin' around Major." He says, tone wheedling. "No harm done!"

"Won't happen again sir!" Gracia nods rapidly in agreement.

"See that is doesn't, or you'll both be on latrine duty for a month." His tone brokers no argument. Owen pauses, considering for a moment.

"Actually…since you have such an abundance of energy, you can put it to use. The motor pool needs the vehicles cleaned and the store rooms need organizing. Report there immediately."

Gracia and Elmo groan in unison but don't dare object under Owen's withering glare. They mutter their understanding and trudge off towards the motor pool, cowed into obedience.

As Owen turns his attention back to Auley, the wolf gives him a wan smile.

"Well, I suppose I should get back to work. These drone prototypes won't test themselves." He chuckles softly, adjusting his grip on the tablet. "And please do let Nicholas know I'd like to see him when he has a chance."

With a respectful nod to the Major, Auley continues on his way down the corridor. His shoulders seem to slump a bit once Owen is out of sight, weariness creeping back over his features.

Owen continues his rounds of the base. His footsteps ring out against the cold metal flooring as he walks. The Major pauses to inspect a newly repaired section of wall, nodding in approval at the work.

He exchanges brief greetings with a few passing soldiers, keeping up morale with his stoic but steady presence. Owen has nearly finished his patrol when he hears a sudden clamor ahead. Shouting, snarls, the unmistakable sound of a scuffle. The Major quickens his pace, rounding the corner to see two beastmen brawling fiercely, a small crowd egging them on.

"Break it up, NOW!" Owen bellows, grabbing the nearest soldier and roughly yanking them apart. The two beastmen struggle against his grip, still snarling curses at each other. One has a badly split lip, blood dripping down his chin.

"Enough!" Owen shoves them away from each other, glaring sharply. "What's the meaning of this?"

The soldier with the bleeding lip spits angrily, pointing a clawed finger at his opponent. "Bastard was talkin' sh*t 'bout the new LT! I wasn't gonna let that slide…"

Owen's eyes narrow, immediately grasping the context. Rumormongering about Auley again. He resists an exasperated sigh, focusing his stern gaze on the gathered soldiers.

"All of you, clear out. NOW." His tone brokers no argument. The spectators quickly disperse, not wanting to risk the Major's wrath. Owen turns his attention back to the brawlers… Owen turns his attention back to the brawlers. His gaze narrows and he addresses them in a strict tone: "I understand your desire to defend the Lieutenant's honor. However, brawling in the halls is unacceptable."

The soldier with the bleeding lip grumbles under his breath but nods sullenly. Owen continues: "Report to the infirmary to have that lip tended to. Then I expect both of you to apologize to Lieutenant Auley for causing a disruption with your foolishness."

The two beastmen shuffle their feet, properly cowed by Owen's stern demeanor. "Yes sir…" they mutter. Owen nods sharply, dismissing the two beastmen to see to their disciplinary tasks. He watches them shuffle off down the corridor before continuing on his way.

The Major's patrol takes him past the motor pool, where he hears a sudden clatter and raised voices. Frowning, Owen steps through the open bay doors to investigate. Inside, he finds Elmo and Gracia in the midst of organizing equipment lockers and shelving units. But it seems they've gotten into yet another scuffle.

A toolkit lies spilled across the floor - likely the source of the earlier clatter. Elmo has Gracia in a headlock, roughly grinding his knuckles against the bigger beastman's skull.

"C'mon, say it!" Elmo crows, even as Gracia flails and curses.

"Leggo you mangy goat!"

At Owen's sharp throat-clearing, the two spring apart instantly. Their ears flatten as Owen spears them with a stern look. "Do I need to assign you two elsewhere?" He asks crisply.

"N-no sir!" Elmo stammers. "Won't happen again!" Beside him Gracia nods rapidly in agreement.

Owen regards them coolly for a long moment before nodding. "See that it doesn't. Now clean up this mess and get back to work."

Their chorus of "Yes sir!" trails Owen as he exits the motor pool to finish his rounds…

Owen concludes his patrol of Cloud and heads to the officer's lounge for some downtime before his next shift.

Entering the lounge, Owen goes straight for the coffee machine. He pours himself a steaming mug of the bitter brew, the scent helping to sharpen his senses after a long patrol. Owen takes his coffee black, no sugar or cream to dilute the eye-watering bitterness.

Sipping the scalding liquid, Owen settles on one of the threadbare couches with a quiet groan. He stretches out his legs, joints popping after hours spent on his feet. The Major picks up a book he'd left on the side table - an old favorite, a historical account of the Winter War. Owen soon becomes engrossed in the aged tome, the low murmur of other off-duty officers providing soothing background noise.

Some time later, the lounge doors hiss open. Owen glances up from his book to see Nicholas entering the lounge. The ursine commander looks weary but offers Owen a smile. He goes to pour himself some coffee before coming over to sit beside the Major on the couch.

"Hey." Nicholas greets him warmly. "Been holding down the fort okay while I've been occupied?"

Owen carefully marks his place in the book before setting it aside. "Well enough, Sir." He replies, tone professional even though they're currently off-duty. "Just the usual antics from Elmo and Gracia. And a scuffle over the rumors about Lieutenant Auley."

He pauses, considering Nicholas. "Speaking of, the Lieutenant was asking after you earlier. I believe spending time with you would lift his spirits some."

Owen takes another sip of cooling coffee. He eyes Nicholas sidelong, gaze softening by a fraction. "When is the last time you slept, Nick?" He asks, a note of concern entering his usual stern tone. "You look dead on your feet."

Nicholas chuckles wearily at Owen's question, running a large hand over his muzzle. "Well enough I suppose." He replies, taking a grateful sip of the bitter coffee. "I've been going over everything Gertrude revealed, ensuring we have contingencies in place."

His tone turns grim, claws tapping absently against the side of his mug. After a moment Nicholas shakes his head, as if to banish darker thoughts. He offers Owen a tired smile.

"You're right though, I'm running myself ragged. Once I've finished my coffee I'll try to grab a few hours rest."

"As for Lieutenant Auley…I'm happy to make some time for him. Poor kid is probably feeling isolated with all the rumors swirling around." A touch of sadness enters Nicholas' eyes.

"I should speak to the troops again, make it clear he has my full trust." Nicholas muses, finishing off his coffee. He sets the empty mug aside before sliding closer to Owen on the couch.

Owen feels Nicholas thigh pressing against his, the touch sparking heat that floods his body. He stiffens in surprise, a light flush coloring his rugged features at the implication in Nicholas' husky tone.

"But first…" He murmurs, voice dipping an octave as he leans in close. "How about a 'nap' with me, Major?" Nicholas' tone turns husky, the gleam in his eyes making it clear rest is the last thing on his mind.

"I-I see." He stammers, glancing aside in flustered embarrassment even as a thrill courses through him. The lounge is currently empty save for them but still, such brazen advances…

Owen clears his throat, regaining some composure as he meets Nicholas' heated gaze. "Well. If you require 'assistance' resting Sir, it would be remiss of me not to aid you." His tone holds a hint of dry humor.

He stands swiftly, the lingering warmth of Nicholas' touch spurring him on. Owen arches a brow at the ursine. "Shall we adjourn to your quarters then…Sir?" The honorific holds a teasing lilt. He waits for Nicholas to join him, heart pounding.

Nicholas chuckles softly at Owen's flustered reaction, thoroughly enjoying how easily he can get under the usually stern Major's skin. He rises smoothly from the couch to stand beside Owen, lightly bumping their shoulders together.

"Well then Major, lead the way." There's a playful grin tugging at Nicholas' lips even as his eyes gleam with barely restrained desire. He waits for Owen to head for the exit, enjoying the view of the trim reindeer's backside as they leave the lounge.

The walk to Nicholas' private quarters has his heart racing in anticipation, the promise of intimacy with his secret lover setting his blood aflame. Upon entering the spacious room he crowds Owen back against the now closed door, mouth finding the reindeer's in a heated kiss.

Nicholas' hands roam greedily over Owen's fit frame, mapping out familiar contours and planes through his uniform. He nips at Owen's bottom lip, growling softly. "I've missed you…"

With practiced ease Nicholas begins divesting them both of clothing, eager to feel fur on fur. He guides Owen over towards the large bed, toppling them both onto the plush mattress amidst hungry kisses and roaming hands

Owen groans softly into the kiss, Nicholas' possessive touch sending desire coursing through his veins. His hands grip Nicholas' broad shoulders for support as the ursine presses him back against the door.

When they finally part for air, Owen pants lightly, a flush coloring his rugged features. He meets Nicholas' heated gaze, eyes dark with arousal.

"I've missed you too…" He murmurs. Owen lets Nicholas guide him towards the spacious bed, shedding his uniform along the way until he's stripped bare.

As they topple together onto the plush mattress, Owen wraps his arms around Nicholas' neck to reinitiate their hungry kiss. He arches up against the larger male, relishing the feel of fur on fur contact.

Eventually Owen breaks the kiss, trailing his lips along Nicholas' jawline to nip sharply at his throat. He rocks his hips, grinding their rapidly hardening arousals together.

"Enough talk…" Owen growls, voice rough with lust. "Are you going to take me or not, /Sir/?" The honorific drips with impertinence, almost daring the ursine to put him in his place.

Nicholas growls low in his throat, desire flaring hot at the challenge. He surges up to capture Owen's lips in a rough, demanding kiss - staking his claim and dominating the reindeer's mouth with his tongue.

When they finally break for air, Nicholas pins Owen beneath him, grip just shy of bruising on his hips. He grinds down against Owen roughly, their twin arousals sliding together. The friction sends sparks of pleasure racing up Nicholas' spine and he groans.

"Such impertinence from my second-in-command." Nicholas rumbles, nipping sharply at Owen's throat. "Perhaps you require a reminder of your place, Major…"

Not waiting for a response, Nicholas maneuvers Owen onto his hands and knees. He trails a large hand down Owen's spine to grip his backside firmly, kneading the supple flesh. Without warning Nicholas delivers a sharp smack to one cheek, growling appreciatively at the faint mark left behind.

"I won't be gentle with you…" He warns, already slick co*ck nudging at Owen's entrance. Nicholas meets the reindeer's heated gaze over one broad shoulder, awaiting consent to continue their rough tryst.

Owen's breath hitches at the sharp smack, the sting only fueling his arousal. He glances back at Nicholas, eyes dark with lust. "Then don't hold back, /Sir/…" He growls, bracing himself and gripping the sheets tightly.

Nicholas needs no further invitation, gripping Owen's hips tightly as he presses forward, breaching the Major with one firm thrust. Owen arches sharply with a bitten-off groan, body stretching to accommodate Nicholas' impressive girth.

Nicholas sets a relentless pace, rocking Owen's slimmer frame with each powerful snap of his hips. The bed creaks faintly beneath them, the Major's gasps and groans mingling with Nicholas' low growls of pleasure.

Owen pushes back eagerly to meet each punishing thrust, tail flagging as ecstasy overwhelms any discomfort. He pants harshly, pre beading at the flushed tip of his arousal.

"Nn-! More…!" He demands roughly, clenching around Nicholas to spur him on. Owen is close, Nicholas' ruthless claiming of his body pushing him rapidly towards climax.

Nicholas tightens his grip on Owen's hips, claws digging in just enough to sting as he picks up the pace. The sound of flesh slapping on flesh fills the room along with Owen's harsh pants and groans of pleasure.

Leaning over Owen's arched back, Nicholas nips sharply at his shoulder then rumbles low in his ear. "That's it Major…take every inch like the needy thing you are…" His thrusts angle deeper as he nears his peak, Owen's body gripping him like a vice.

With a few final brutal snaps of his hips, Nicholas spills deep inside his secret lover. He continues rocking into Owen through his climax before reaching around to stroke the Major swiftly to completion.

Owen Brayden collapses forward with a ragged groan as his climax hits, Nicholas still grinding into him from behind. His arms tremble with the effort of holding himself up on all fours, thighs slick with spend.

After a few moments he slumps sideways onto the rumpled sheets, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Owen hisses faintly at the sensation of Nicholas slipping free, sensitive and sore in the aftermath.

"Well…that was certainly one way…to work out tension." The Major pants, a wry note entering his usual stern tone. He glances over his shoulder at the ursine commander, features flushed but gaze warm with sated desire.

Nicholas flops down beside Owen on the rumpled sheets, chest heaving as he catches his breath. A satisfied grin tugs at his lips and he chuckles, giving Owen's rump an appreciative pat.

"Mm, nothing like a good rut to ease tension." He agrees with a lazy purr. Rolling onto his side, Nicholas draws Owen close and nuzzles into his neck affectionately.

"Get some rest darling. I'll be right here when you wake." He murmurs, already feeling the pull of sleep now that his needs are sated. Strong arms wrap snugly around Owen, Nicholas drifting off with his lover held protectively close

Owen wakes up some time later, Nicholas' strong arms still wrapped snugly around him. He shifts, grimacing faintly as lingering soreness makes itself known. The Major glances over his shoulder at the still slumbering ursine, expression softening. He takes a moment to simply appreciate Nicholas' peaceful features before carefully extricating himself from that warm embrace.

Rising from the rumpled bed, Owen gathers his scattered uniform and dresses swiftly. He needs to make himself presentable before returning to duty after all. Pausing at the small mirror near the door, Owen smooths back the fur on his head and neck, ensuring no visible marks remain from their earlier tryst.

That finished, the Major makes his way quietly to the bedside. He leans down to brush a soft kiss between Nicholas' ears. "Rest well Sir." Owen murmurs before straightening. Sparing one last fond glance at his sleeping lover, the reindeer slips silently out the door.

With Nicholas busy handling the fallout from Gertrude's revelations, the stern Major knows it falls to him to pick up the slack. And that means mending bridges with the men, despite his usual standoffishness.

He pauses just down the corridor, spotting a group of off-duty soldiers chatting amiably. Drawing in a subtle breath, Owen approaches the group.

"Privates." He greets them evenly with a polite dip of his head. The soldiers blink in surprise, conversation fading as they return Owen's greeting somewhat hesitantly.

Soldier 1: "Oh, uh, hello Major Brayden sir."

An awkward beat passes before Owen speaks again, maintaining a neutral but approachable demeanor. "I was just on my way to inspect our winter gear stores. Would anyone care to accompany me? A second set of eyes assessing our readiness for extreme weather couldn't hurt."

The soldiers exchange surprised looks, seemingly caught off guard by Owen's offer to include them. After a moment one steps forward with a salute.

Soldier 2: "I'd be happy to assist sir!"

Owen nods approvingly. "Excellent. Right this way then." He turns and continues down the corridor towards the storage bays, the soldier falling in step beside him. It's not much, but reaching out like this feels like progress to the usually aloof Major.

Chapter 16: Auley Grimm 3

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Owen strides briskly through the halls towards the officer's lounge for a fresh cup of coffee before his next shift. The lounge is occupied by a few off-duty soldiers when Owen enters. They glance up with muted greetings as the Major makes a beeline for the coffee machine.

While Owen waits for his drink to brew, the lounge doors hiss open. Lieutenant Auley steps inside, looking rather weary. The wolf makes his way over to the ancient couch along the wall, collapsing onto the lumpy cushions with a soft sigh.

He leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees and rubbing a hand tiredly over his face. The rumors and isolation have clearly taken their toll, dulling the usual cheer in his odd-eyed gaze. After a long moment, Auley straightens with another quiet sigh, ears drooping.

"I don't know how much more of this I can take…" He murmurs under his breath, so softly it's nearly inaudible. The wolf glances around the lounge, noting Major Owen by the coffee machine. He offers the reindeer a wan smile in greeting before letting his gaze drop away, not wanting to intrude.

The other soldiers in the lounge eye Auley curiously, no doubt having heard the rumors during the investor's day presentation. A few mutter quietly amongst themselves before one, a grizzled ursine, speaks up gruffly.

"So yer that wolf lieutenant with the…special talents." He rumbles, the words sounding vaguely ominous. His companions glance between Auley and the ursine, tension rising subtly in the lounge.

Auley looked up from his slumped position on the couch as the gruff ursine soldier addressed him, weariness still evident in his features. He regarded the other beastman politely, sitting up a little straighter.

"Ah, that would be me, yes." He replied simply, ears perking forward in attentiveness. "Was there something I could assist you with, sir?"

The ursine grunted, sharing a look with his companions before focusing his attention back on Auley. He leaned forward, forearms braced on his knees. "We heard yer little demonstration was pretty intense. Used them fancy drones of yers to take out a whole squad durin' some war game exercise or somethin'."

He tilted his head, scrutinizing Auley with narrowed eyes. "Makes a beastmen wonder just what else yer capable of…Lieutenant." There was a note of suspicion in his tone as he continued to study the wolf. Beside him, the other soldiers murmured amongst themselves, curiosity piqued by the unusual lieutenant.

Auley's ears twitched faintly at the soldier's skeptical tone, but he maintained a neutral expression. He clasped his hands loosely in his lap, meeting the ursine's gaze evenly. "It was simply a demonstration of the drones' capabilities, nothing more." He replied mildly. "Though I admit some of Gertrude's…enthusiasm took me by surprise."

"Regardless, I assure you I mean no harm to anyone here. My only goal is to contribute to Project Helvetti's success. So please, feel free to let me know if there's any way I can be of assistance."

"Right, yer little drone project. Makes sense I s'pose. "Still, ain't it a bit odd havin' a non-Elf here? Cloud's supposed to be for Elves after all."

Auley tenses slightly as the ursine soldier brings up his non-Elf status, ears flattening against his skull. He clasps his hands a little tighter in his lap, choosing his words carefully.

"My circ*mstances are…unusual, yes." He replies evenly. "But I've been permitted to stay by both Commander Nicholas and General Gertrude. Surely their word should assuage any doubts…"

Just then, Owen strides over, casting a stern look over the gathered soldiers. "Is there some sort of issue here?" He questions sharply.

The ursine grunts, exchanging glances with his companions. After a beat, he shrugs. "Just curious 'bout the Lieutenant is all. We've heard some…interesting things."

Owen notices the subtle glint in Auley's eyes that he previously showed during the demonstration, but the reindeer ignores it for now and addresses the ursine soldier instead.

"I understand curiosity, but suspicious gossip hardly fosters unit cohesion." His tone holds a note of warning. "Unless you have legitimate concerns to bring to Commander Nicholas, I suggest you return to your duties."

The ursine scowls, but grunts acquiescence after a moment. He and his companions gather their things and make for the exit, muttering under their breaths. Owen watches them go impassively before turning his attention to Auley.

"Are you alright, Lieutenant?" His voice softens a fraction with concern, despite his lingering wariness around the unusual wolf.

Auley sighs softly as the soldiers take their leave, some of the tension easing from his shoulders. He glances up to meet Owen's gaze, offering the Major a small, grateful smile at his intervention.

"I'm alright, yes. Thank you, Major." He pauses, smile fading as his ears flatten pensively. "It's just…difficult, at times, keeping myself in check when faced with such relentless suspicion."

Auley drops his gaze, clasping his hands tightly together. "I cannot fault them for their wariness, given the circ*mstances. But the constant questioning and doubt makes my more…volatile instincts rise close to the surface." He glances back up at Owen, conflicted emotions swirling in his odd-eyed gaze.

"Do you have any advice for maintaining control, Major? You always seem to keep an admirable handle on your emotions, despite everything." There's open respect and a hint of envy in Auley's tone as he regards Owen thoughtfully.

Owen Brayden pauses thoughtfully at Auley's question, taking a slow sip of his coffee. When he speaks, his voice is calm but firm.

"I understand the struggle all too well. But giving in to destructive impulses helps no one." He meets Auley's conflicted gaze evenly. "When I feel rage or violence rising within me, I force it down. I focus my mind instead on duty, on protecting those under my command."

Owen's expression softens almost imperceptibly. "Find something constructive to channel that energy into. Your work with the drone project for example. Or training, spending time with Commander Nicholas…" He suggests gently before his tone turns wry. "Just try to avoid Gracia and Elmo's usual mischief."

As if on cue, a sudden clatter and muffled cursing comes from the hallway. Owen sighs, looking vaguely exasperated as Elmo and Gracia stumble into view, bickering loudly. It seems Gracia has done something to anger the usually easygoing goat beastman again. Elmo butts his horns threateningly against Gracia's side, cursing him out. The big bear just laughs, easily fending Elmo off.

"C'mon pipsqueak, that the best ya got?" Gracia taunts with a fanged grin. Elmo snarls, gearing up to charge the insolent bear.

Owen swiftly strides over to intervene before things can escalate further. He steps between the two troublemakers, expression stern. "That's enough." His sharp tone brokers no argument. Elmo and Gracia immediately settle somewhat, scowling but no longer taking swings at each other.

Just as he was about to discipline them, Owen's ears perk up as an idea comes to him. He turns to Auley, expression thoughtful. "Actually Lieutenant, perhaps these two could assist you today."

He gestures to Gracia and Elmo, who look surprised. "It would give them something productive to focus their energy on, while also giving you a reprieve from the constant suspicion."

Elmo and Gracia exchange uncertain glances. The hulking bear rubs his neck sheepishly. "Are you sure, Major? We don't really want to get into the Lieutenant's way."

"Nonsense. I'm certain the Lieutenant has plenty of tasks you two can assist with. Isn't that right?"

Auley blinks in surprise as Owen suggests having Elmo and Gracia assist him for the day, clearly caught off guard by the offer.

"Oh! Well, I suppose I could use some extra help preparing the drones for the next field test." He says after a moment, offering the two beastmen a small, hesitant smile. "If you wouldn't mind lending me your assistance, that is."

Elmo and Gracia exchange uncertain looks before the bear shrugs amiably. "Sure thing Lieutenant, we'll be happy to help! These arms can haul around those heavy drones no problem." He flexes to demonstrate, making Elmo roll his eyes.

Auley's smile warms, relief breaking over his features. "Wonderful! Thank you both, I truly appreciate it." He stands from the ratty couch, beckoning for the two to follow. "Right this way then, the prototypes are just in the workshop down the hall…"

Elmo nods along as Auley explains the inner workings of the complex drones, though most of the technical details go sailing over the simple goat beastman's head. He stares blankly at the intricate machinery scattered across Auley's workbench, scratching his head. Still, he listens intently, wanting to at least try to understand.

"Uh…yeah that makes sense I think," Elmo mutters when Auley finishes, clearly still rather perplexed but eager to learn. "So all them fiddly bits let it fly about and shoot lasers and such?"

Gracia snorts, rolling his eyes at Elmo's baffled summary. "Great explanation there, genius," the burly ursine chuckles, earning a scowl from Elmo.

"Shaddup, I ain't exactly tech savvy ya big oaf!" the goat beastman snaps back, bristling. Before the two can descend into their usual bickering, Auley smoothly interjects.

"It's quite alright, the mechanics can be complex," the wolf says kindly. Elmo's irritation fades as he turns his attention back to Auley, eyes roving admiringly over the Lieutenant's slender build. He nods along to Auley's patient explanations, only half listening as his thoughts drift to rather more lascivious imaginings about the handsome wolf.

Gracia eyes Elmo with a smirk as he notices the goat's leering gaze wandering over Auley's body. He nudges Elmo playfully with an elbow, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Getting a bit distracted there, eh buddy?" He waggles his eyebrows suggestively.

"I-I dunno what yer talkin' about!" He splutters indignantly, though the lingering heat in his gaze gives him away. Gracia just laughs, patting Elmo's shoulder.

"Uh huh, sure you don't. You know, if you need any…advice pursuing our dear Lieutenant, I'd be happy to help."

He puffs out his broad chest, tone turning smug. "I knows a thing or two about romance after all."

Elmo snorted, annoyed but can't deny it as Gracia has probably slept around with more than one fifth of the base at this point. "Bah, jus' 'cause yer easy on the eyes don't mean ya knows about romance!" He retorted, though his flushed ears gave away his embarrassment at being caught ogling Auley.

The burly bear just laughed goodnaturedly, unfazed by Elmo's prickly reaction. "No need to be shy buddy! We're all friends here." He grinned, waggling his eyebrows. "But hey, maybe if you're nice I'll put in a good word for you with the Lieutenant."

Elmo's flush deepened at the insinuation, steam nearly pouring from his ears. But before he could muster a retort, Auley glanced over with a friendly yet puzzled smile. "Everything alright over there you two?" The wolf called, having missed their hushed conversation.

Elmo stiffened, waving his hands almost frantically. "Y-yeah, everythin's fine!" He bleated, glaring daggers at the smug Gracia. The cheeky bear just chuckled, sauntering back over to continue sorting tools. With a disgruntled huff, Elmo focused his attention on Auley once more.

"Ah, I see. Well, do let me know if you need anything."

Picking up a screwdriver, he carefully tightens some connections within the drone's chassis, brow furrowed in concentration. The faint clink of metal and low hum of machinery fills the workshop. After a few moments Auley sits back with a satisfied nod, grabbing the nearby laptop.

"Alright, let's see if the new power coupling has improved stability…" He murmurs, rapidly typing out commands. The drone whirs to life, rotors spinning up with a high-pitched whine. But suddenly sparks fly from the machinery and smoke begins pouring from the chassis.

"Scheiße!" Auley curses, frantically entering override codes. With a protesting grind of metal the drone shuts down, smoking faintly.

"Whoa nelly!" the burly goat beastman exclaims. He takes an instinctive step back, waving a hand to try and dissipate the acrid fumes.

"Well…back to the drawing board I suppose." The wolf sighs, running a hand through his headfur.

Nearby, Gracia glances over in concern from where he's sorting tools. "Everything alright over there?" the ursine calls out. Before Auley can respond, Elmo is already striding over to inspect the damaged machinery. He peers at it intently, nose twitching.

"Huh, looks like them wires done got fried real good," Elmo remarks knowledgeably, having picked up a thing or two working around the motor pool. He glances at Auley, a sympathetic grin crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Aw shucks, don'tcha worry none! Ol' Elmo's pretty handy fixin' busted gizmos and such."

Puffing out his broad chest, the brawny goat cracks his knuckles, more than happy to assist his crush in repairing the faulty prototype. "Jus' lemme take a gander at 'er an' I'll have this lil' gal hummin' in no time!" Elmo declares brightly, tail wagging.

"I don't know Elmo…this is rather delicate equipment." He says hesitantly, tail flicking behind him. "Perhaps it would be best if I handle the repairs myself."

"My buddy Elmo here's got some skill with mechanics though, maybe let him take a crack at fixin' 'er up?"

Elmo nods eagerly, puffing out his broad chest. "Aw c'mon, lemme take a whack at 'er! I promise I'll be real careful-like."

Auley hesitates, still looking uncertain. But the drone is already damaged and he supposes Elmo could hardly make it worse. With a small sigh he steps back, gesturing for the goat beastman to go ahead. "Oh very well, let's see what you can do then."

Elmo grins broadly as Auley steps back to allow him a chance at repairing the damaged drone prototype. He cracks his knuckles, puffing out his broad chest confidently.

"Awright, lemme see whatcha got here…" The burly goat murmurs, bushy brows knitting in concentration as he swiftly begin replacing fried wiring and fiddly components within the still faintly smoking chassis.

Nearby, Gracia wanders over to peer curiously over Elmo's shoulder. The big ursine lets out an impressed whistle. "Look at him go! Elmo's got some hidden talents after all, eh?" He says with a friendly nudge to Auley's side.

Elmo just snorts, not looking up from his task. "I ain't jus' some dumb grunt ya know. Picked up a thing or two workin' round the motor pool before." His swiftly repair the delicate machinery, slotting wires and circuitboards back into place. After several minutes Elmo leans back, swiping an arm across his sweaty brow.

"There! That oughta do 'er." He declares proudly, puffing out his chest and grinning at Auley expectantly. Behind him Gracia gives an encouraging thumbs up, clearly impressed by his friend's unexpected mechanical aptitude

"Huh…well what do you know. It seems you have quite a knack for mechanics after all." Auley praises, lips quirking in a small smile. Elmo puffs up proudly at the wolf's words while Gracia grins and nudges his friend playfully.

"Ha! Told ya my buddy had skills." The burly ursine chuckles. Elmo shoots him a mild glare but can't keep a pleased grin from stretching his rugged features at Auley's praise.

"Aw shucks, t'weren't nothin' really. Happy I could help!" He says, giving Auley a hopeful look. "Maybe I can assist ya with them drone-thingies more sometime?"

Before Auley can respond, the workshop doors hiss open. Owen strides in, datapad tucked under one arm as he finishes reviewing the latest supply reports. The reindeer Major glances around before spotting Auley and the others by the workbench. "Ah, there you are Lieutenant." He greets briskly. "I wanted to go over a few things regarding the supply shipment for Project Helvetti. There seems to be some…discrepancies between the manifests from our end and from the contractors."

He pauses, glancing over at Elmo and Gracia hovering nearby. "Unless you are otherwise occupied at the moment?" His tone remains neutral but professional as he awaits Auley's response.

"Ah Major, of course. Let me just tidy up here and then I'd be happy to go over the supply discrepancies with you." He begins carefully moving the drone prototype and scattered tools off his workbench, setting them aside to clear a space.

Nearby, Elmo and Gracia exchange uncertain glances at the interruption before the burly bear speaks up. "Eh, guess we'll leave ya to it, Lieutenant. C'mon Elmo, let's go see if the mess hall's got any grub left."

He claps a meaty paw on Elmo's shoulder, steering the grumbling goat towards the exit. Though Elmo pauses in the doorway to glance back at Auley. "I uh, meant what I said 'bout helpin' with yer projects and such. Anytime ya need an extra set o' hands, lemme know!"

He offers a hopeful, lopsided grin before Gracia finally succeeds in tugging him out the door, their voices fading down the hall. Auley watches them go with a faint, amused huff before focusing his attention fully on Owen, expression attentive.

As Elmo and Gracia walk away from the workshop towards the mess hall, Elmo rubs the back of his neck somewhat bashfully. After a moment, he glances sidelong at the burly bear and speaks up in a meek tone.

"So uh… 'bout them suggestions ya mentioned earlier…" He trails off, ears flattening self-consciously. Clearing his throat, Elmo tries again. "I uh, wouldn't mind hearin' what kinda advice ya got fer, er, courtin' someone."

A slow grin spreads over Gracia's broad muzzle at Elmo's words. He slings a thick arm around the smaller beastman's shoulders companionably as they walk. "Ha! Knew you'd come around buddy." His voice booms cheerfully in the metal corridor.

"Now, most important thing is confidence! Strut yer stuff, let 'em see that swagger." To demonstrate, Gracia exaggerates the roll of his shoulders, puffing out his chest and smirking. Elmo just snorts, shoving the overzealous bear off him.

"I ain't struttin' nowhere, ya oaf!" He retorts, though there's no real heat to it. After a moment Elmo sighs, smile fading. "But uh, in all seriousness…me n' Auley, we's different, ya know? An' after everythin' I done…" His expression turns conflicted, old guilt rising. Gracia's ears droop faintly in understanding.

"Hey now, none of that." He says firmly, clapping Elmo's shoulder. "You're a good man. Just show Auley that big heart of yours." Gracia winks, grin returning.

Up ahead the sound of raised voices drifts down the corridor from the direction of the mess hall. Gracia's ears perk towards the commotion. He glances at Elmo. "Huh, sounds like there's some kinda ruckus going on up there."

As they draw closer to the mess hall entrance, it becomes clear some kind of confrontation is happening within. The sharp scent of aggression hangs in the air, punctuated by snarls and shouting. Gracia's expression hardens, protective instincts rising

"C'mon, let's go see what's going on…" Without waiting for a response, he strides towards the mess hall doors, muscles coiled in anticipation beneath his uniform.

Gracia pushes the double doors open and steps inside, his imposing figure immediately drawing attention from the room's occupants. His eyes narrow as he quickly takes in the situation - several soldiers facing off aggressively across one of the long tables. The largest, a grizzled ursine, has a smaller beastman cornered.

Gracia recognizes the cowering soldier as one of the new recruits. His hackles rise at the clear bullying, a growl rumbling in his broad chest. He strides forward, barking sharply. "Hey! Knock it off!" The tension snaps as all eyes turn to Gracia. The big ursine scowls, sizing him up. "Stay outta this, this runt needs to be taught a lesson."

Elmo steps forward, puffing out his broad chest and squaring his shoulders, unafraid as he boldly demands "Hey! What in tarnation is goin' on here?" His voice is a deep rumble as he sweeps his piercing gaze between the gathered soldiers. Behind him, Gracia moves to shield the cringing recruit, a threatening growl rumbling in his massive chest.

The grizzled ursine snarls, sizing Elmo up with contempt. "This don't concern you, goat. Jus' teachin' the new meat here some respect is all."

He cracks his knuckles menacingly, taking a step towards Gracia and the cowering recruit. Elmo quickly moves to block his path, eyes narrowed. "That there's enough, ya hear? Ain't no cause fer gettin' violent with a buddy." Despite the ursine's larger size, Elmo stands firm, muscles coiled beneath his uniform.

"Tch, outta my way!" The ursine shoves at Elmo roughly. Ready for it, the goat braces himself, boots skidding back an inch across the floor before he surges forward. Elmo slams his horns into the larger beastman's chest, making him stagger back with a winded oof!

"I said that's ENOUGH!" Elmo bellows, voice booming through the mess hall. He paws the floor aggressively, glaring fiercely as the surrounding soldiers murmur nervously "Now apologize ta the recruit 'n clear on outta here 'fore I forget my manners n' really put a hurt on ya!"

The ursine wheezes, clutching his chest and glaring venomously. But seeing Elmo poised for another charge, he thinks better of escalating things further. The hulking beastman spits on the floor, snarling "Tch, fine. Ain't worth the trouble…"

With a parting glower at Gracia and the cringing recruit, the ursine stalks out of the mess hall followed swiftly by his gang. The remaining soldiers murmur amongst themselves as the tension slowly bleeds from the room.

Gracia's gaze softens as he looks down at the young recruit still cringing behind him. "Hey, you alright there buddy?" He asks gently, placing a large paw on the smaller beastman's shoulder.

"Y-yeah, I'm okay…" The recruit glances up nervously, though his eyes remain wide with residual fear.

Gracia squeezes his shoulder reassuringly. "What was that all about anyway? Why were they harassing you?"

"I-it's because of that wolf lieutenant, sir. Word 'round the barracks is he ain't really an elf. The guys cornered me, demanding to know if it was true since I work stocking the supply rooms."

"I didn't wanna cause trouble so I told 'em I wasn't sure. Next thing I know they got me shoved against the wall, saying I was hiding something." The recruit sighs heavily, shoulders slumping. "Guess they're spooked having a non-elf around from past experiences…"

Nearby, Elmo snorts derisively as he overhears. "Bunch o' yella-bellied cowards if ya ask me. Ain't right takin' things out on a buddy, 'specially a youngin'."

Gracia glances over at Elmo, expression thoughtful. "Still, can't blame folks for being spooked I guess, what with all the rumors swirling around." Gracia sighs, scratching his chin. "We oughta do something to clear the air. Maybe get the Lieutenant to sit down with some of the men, let them see he's decent."

Just then, one of the mess cooks pokes his head out from the kitchens. "Hey! You boys gonna quit blocking the door and grab some grub or what?" He calls out gruffly.

Gracia glances back over his shoulder with a wry chuckle. "Guess that's our cue buddy. C'mon, let's eat." He gestures for Elmo and the young recruit to follow him further into the mess hall.

As they grab their trays and get in line for grub, Elmo keeps an eye out warily for the ursine bully and his gang. But it seems they cleared out for now. Loading up his tray with hearty helpings, Elmo leads the way over to an empty table. The young recruit still seems shaken, so Elmo makes an effort to draw him into conversation as they eat.

"So kid, I ain't seen ya around here before. When'd ya get assigned to the Cloud?" He asks between bites, keeping his tone light and friendly. The gangly youth glances up mid-bite, looking mildly surprised that one of the base's infamous troublemakers is being so amicable.

"Oh, uh just a couple weeks ago, sir." He replies after swallowing his mouthful. "Name's Jonas. I help take inventory and stock supplies mostly."

"Good ta meetcha Jonas!" He says warmly. "Stick with me n' Gracia here, we'll show ya the ropes 'round this dusty ol' base." He takes another big bite of his meal, savoring the hearty flavors.

Gracia chuckles, leaning back casually in his seat across from them. "Long as you can keep up, that is." He adds with a sly wink at Jonas, who flushes a bit under his scruffy fur. But there's a hint of a smile tugging at the gangly youth's muzzle now. Elmo grins to himself, glad to see the kid relaxing some thanks to their efforts.

"You'll be alright, kid. We've got your back." Then he turns to Elmo, nudging him lightly with his elbow, "You think those bullies will cause more trouble?"

"Hard ta say if them varmints will be back fer more." Elmo rumbles, brow furrowing. He shovels in another mouthful, chewing thoughtfully. "We oughta have a chat with the Major or Commander 'bout layin' down the law."

"An' I reckon yer idea 'bout clearin' the air sounds good too."

"I've got an idea 'bout that actually. But I'll need yer help…"

"So whatcha got brewin' in that sneaky brain o' yers then?" Elmo asks, bushy brows quirking. He leans forward with interest, ever eager to get into some manner of hijinks or trouble around the base.

"Well, here's what I'm thinkin'. We get the Lieutenant to come down here to the mess hall this evenin'. Get 'im sat with some of the boys over drinks and grub."

"We make it real casual-like. Give 'em a chance ta see he ain't so different from them. I reckon once they get some beers in 'em and realize he's an alright fella, those nasty rumors'll die down."

Gracia concludes his explanation by cramming the last massive bite of his sandwich into his jaws. Around the mouthful of food he mumbles, "Whatcha think? Could be just the thing to fix this mess."

"Hmm, I reckon that just might do the trick!" He finally declares, thumping a fist on the table enthusiastically. "Good thinkin' buddy. We get some drinks flowin' and the fellas'll warm right up to Auley in no time."

Elmo shovels the last few bites of his meal into his mouth, chewing noisily in his excitement. He washes it all down with a hearty swig of ale before continuing.

"I'll go track down the Lieutenant after chow and convince 'im to come on down this evenin'." A mischievous gleam enters the burly goat's eyes. "As fer the rest o' them scallywags, jus' leave it ta me. I know how to get this rowdy bunch drinking n' carousin'!"

He slaps Gracia heartily on the back, grinning. Then Elmo glances over at Jonas, who's been listening quietly with wide eyes, forgotten sandwich dangling from his paw.

"What d'ya say kid? Gonna help us pull this off?" Elmo asks with an encouraging wink. Jonas blinks, then sits up straight, puffing out his scrawny chest.

"Y-yes sir! Happy to help how I can!"

"Right then boys, operation cheer-up-wolfie is a go! See y'all back here tonight." With a jaunty salute, Elmo trots off.

Chapter 17: Auley Grimm 4

Chapter Text

Auley sat hunched over his desk, the dim light of the desk lamp illuminating the scattered blueprints and notes before him. His odd-colored eyes were narrowed in concentration, tail flicking idly behind him as he worked.

"Hmm…perhaps if I reroute power through secondary conduits during flight…" He murmured under his breath, scribbling a series of adjustments to the drone schematics.

A faint knock at the door drew Auley's attention. His ears perked, head tilting curiously. "Yes? Come in."

"Howdy there, Lieutenant! Burnin' the midnight oil are ya?"

Auley blinked, glancing at the chronometer display on his desk. Had it really gotten so late? He sighed softly, running a hand through his headfur. "I suppose I lost track of time. These drone upgrades for Project Helvetti wait for no one it seems."

He offered Elmo a tired smile. "Did you need something, Sergeant?"

"As it happens, I do!" He declared brightly. "Me 'n the boys were fixin' ta throw back some drinks down in the mess. Wanted ta come see if you'd care ta join us."

He flashed Auley a hopeful grin. "There'll be cards and music too! C'mon Auley, ya gotta take a load off sometime." Elmo leaned casually against Auley's desk as he spoke, looking at the Lieutenant expectantly.

Auley quirks a brow at Elmo's request, a hint of hesitation entering his expression. The last thing he wants after a long day is to be surrounded by more wary, gossiping soldiers. But refusing the hopeful Elmo seems unwise, and perhaps it would be good to try mending fences…

"Well, I suppose I could spare an hour or so." He finally agrees, offering Elmo a small smile despite his lingering reluctance. The wolf neatly stacks his notes and blueprint schematics before rising from his desk. "Lead the way then, Sergeant."

Elmo's broad grin widens, clearly pleased Auley has agreed to his invitation. The burly goat turns and ambles towards the door, beckoning eagerly for Auley to follow.

"Atta boy, Lieutenant! This'll be just the thing to lift yer spirits." Elmo declares confidently as they exit Auley's office and make their way through dimly lit corridors towards the mess hall.

The sound of raucous laughter and lively music grows louder as they approach. Elmo pushes through the double doors into the mess hall with Auley close behind. Auley blinks, eyes swiftly adjusting to the brighter lighting within. His gaze darts around warily as they enter.

It seems much of the off-duty garrison has gathered, drinks flowing freely around the long tables. Soldiers lounge casually, playing cards, laughing and chatting amiably despite the late hour. A few curious gazes turn their way but most are too engrossed in their own conversations to notice Auley's arrival

Elmo claps Auley heartily on the back as they enter the lively mess hall, a broad grin stretching his scruffy muzzle. "There now, this here's just what the doctor ordered!" He declares, sweeping one thickly muscled arm to gesture at their rambunctious surroundings.

The off-duty soldiers are in fine form tonight it seems - drinking, laughing, cards and dice games underway around some tables while a lively fiddle tune plays from the old radio in the corner. The very air seems warmer and the lights brighter thanks to the atmosphere of camaraderie.

With a wink at Auley, Elmo steers them towards the long table where Gracia and Jonas are waving eagerly. The burly bear already has two frothing mugs of ale at the ready, sliding them across the table as Elmo and Auley take a seat on the bench.

"There ya go lads, drink up!" Gracia booms merrily. Elmo takes a hearty swig of the bitter brew while the gangly Jonas just eyes his mug somewhat dubiously.

Jonas flushes, finally taking a cautious sip amidst Elmo and Gracia's hearty laughter. The goat then glances sidelong at Auley with a grin. "What d'ya think, Lieutenant? This here's just what ya needed after bein' cooped up workin' all day, eh?" He nudges Auley's shoulder amicably as he speaks.

Around them, snatches of lively conversations and raucous laughter fills the mess hall amidst the upbeat fiddle music.

Auley rubs the back of his neck somewhat awkwardly as Elmo steers them over to the table where Gracia and Jonas are already seated. He offers the two beastmen a hesitant smile in greeting before taking a seat on the bench beside Elmo.

"Ah, well this is certainly quite the lively gathering." He remarks politely, glancing around at the raucous soldiers. His odd-colored eyes linger on the mugs of frothing ale warily. "I appreciate the invitation, though I'm afraid I don't partake in spirits."

"My constitution isn't suited for it. I hope that doesn't dampen the mood any…"

"No worries, we gotcha covered!" With a conspiratorial wink, the burly bear reaches beneath his seat to grab a battered metal flask. He slides it across the table towards Auley.

"Brought some of my special brew just for you. Got a bit more kick than your average hooch but won't knock ya flat neither."

Auley takes the flask hesitantly, gingerly twisting off the cap. He sniffs curiously at the liquid within. There's a faintly herbal scent beneath the harsh alcoholic bite.

"Well, I suppose one drink can't hurt…"

He takes a cautious sip, nose wrinkling instinctively at the bitter taste. But it warms his throat and belly pleasantly, without the harsh burn of stronger spirits.

"Huh…not bad actually. My thanks, Gracia."

"Told ya so!"

Beside Auley, Elmo nudges him cheerfully with an elbow before taking another hearty swig of his ale. The easy camaraderie helps settle the lingering awkwardness in Auley's gut.

"So Lieutenant, that drone demonstration of yours sure was somethin' else! Got the whole base buzzin'." Gracia gestures broadly, leaning an elbow on the table. "Where'd ya learn to handle those flying gizmos so well anyhow?"

A few nearby soldiers glance over curiously at the mention of Auley's unusual skills. The wolf rubs his neck a bit self-consciously. "Ah well, I've always had an affinity for mechanics and electronics. After joining up with General Gertrude's unit, I dedicated myself to specializing in unmanned aerial systems."

"No kidding!, you sure got the magic touch for it. Couldn't take my eyes off watching you fly them every which way, dartin' between the trees like some kinda metal birds."

That elicits a few murmurs of agreement from the eavesdropping soldiers. One, a grizzled lynx, speaks up. "Yeah Lieutenant, even ol' iron-guts Gertrude seemed impressed during the presentation." That prompts some rough laughter all around.

The casual questions and camaraderie seem to help put Auley more at ease. He smiles, going on to explain some of the advanced capabilities of his drones and how he plans to integrate them with the AI systems for Project Helvetti. Gracia does his best to keep up, interjecting enthusiastic questions here and there.

After a while he leans back satisfied, having helped break the ice some between Auley and the curious troops.

The mess hall buzzed with chatter and laughter, soldiers drinking and relaxing after a long day. Gracia's friendly questions had helped put Auley more at ease. But as drinks continued flowing, tongues loosened…

Jonas, cheeks flushed from his first real drink, turned to Auley with wide, curious eyes. "So Lieutenant, if you don't mind me asking…why'd a non-elf end up volunteering for RED anyhow?" His blunt question drew murmurs from surrounding soldiers, others leaning in with renewed interest.

Auley shifted in his seat, fingers tightening subtly around his flask. He hesitated, weighing how much truth to reveal. Before he could respond, Gracia quickly spoke up, shooting Jonas a quelling look.

"Now Jonas, ain't polite to pry into someone's past uninvited." His tone was gentle despite the warning glare. Jonas' ears flattened, abashed. "O-oh, sorry sir. I didn't mean no offense."

Thank you, Lieutenant, but I believe it's time," Auley began slowly, gathering his thoughts. "I lost my family when I was young and grew up in solitude. My only companions were those afflicted with Elf Syndrome."

His odd eyes take on a distant look, gazing into the past. "Children, coming into their manifestations. I helped care for them…until they were taken away, one by one."

"You see, despite everything I went through with them, I could never truly be a part of their world. Once they left that place, I never saw them again."

"I struggled to find my place in society after that. But then, one day, a young elf - just newly manifested - crossed paths with me." Auley's muzzle hints at a fleeting smile.

"I welcomed him into my life, cared for him as if he were my own... just like I had for the others. It was the first time since losing my family that I felt complete again."

The smile fades, replaced by a tinge of sorrow. "Yet, deep down, I knew he belonged among his own kind. So, after a year, I brought him to RED's doorstep."

Auley lets out a soft, bittersweet laugh. "The reception staff were quite taken aback to see a non-elf so seamlessly interacting with one of their own. But it dawned on me - this was where I belonged. Among those like him... like all the others I'd cared for."

"And that's why I volunteered... to reclaim that sense of belonging,"

A somber silence falls over those gathered around the table as Auley finishes his tale. Eyes widen in surprise and ears flatten pensively. The soldiers share uneasy glances, a new understanding dawning about the unusual newcomer in their midst.

Gracia reaches over to give Auley's shoulder a comforting squeeze, sympathy in his amber eyes. Even Jonas ducks his head, abashed at prying open old wounds with his careless questions.

Elmo in particular seems affected, no doubt thinking of his own traumatic induction to RED. He takes a bracing gulp of ale, gazing at Auley with newfound empathy. "I'm real sorry ya had to go through all that, Auley. Ain't right, what happened." He says gruffly.

Aye, no one should have to endure that kind of hardship." He gives Auley's shoulder another gentle, reassuring squeeze. "But you're among comrades now."

Around the table, the other soldiers shift awkwardly in their seats, a new understanding dawning about the reserved Lieutenant in their midst. Quiet murmurs ripple through the group.

Soldier 1 (whispering): "Spirits…no wonder he keeps to himself."

Soldier 2: "Guess we shouldn't be so quick to judge…"

Gracia clears his throat gruffly, trying to lighten the mood. "C'mon lads, let's liven things up eh? Drinks are on me!" He waves to the mess cook, pointing at their table. The old ram nods knowingly, soon arriving with another round of frothing mugs.

Gracia passes them around, lifting his own in a toast. "To new friends and new beginnings!" The soldiers echo his toast, spirits lifting as they drink. The easy camaraderie from earlier slowly returns amidst jokes and banter.

As the soldiers clink their beer mugs together in a lively toast, Auley's strength proves less than the others. His mug is shoved back by the force, causing frothy ale to slop over the rim and splash across his face and down the front of his previously crisp white uniform shirt.

"Ack!" He sputters in surprise, blinking ale from his mismatched eyes. Laughter erupts around the table at Auley's mishap, but it seems more amused than mocking for once.

"Whoops, sorry about that, Auley! Guess you'll have to work on that drinkin' arm if you're gonna keep up with this rowdy bunch." More guffaws sound from the soldiers. Auley can't help an exasperated yet amused huff at his sodden state, swiping a hand over his damp muzzle.

"Yes, it seems I'm rather outmatched when it comes to consuming spirits." He remarks wryly, plucking at his soaked shirt front with a faint grimace. "If you gentlemen will excuse me a moment, I should go try to clean up somewhat…"

Auley rises from the bench amidst continued chuckles and ribbing from the beastmen. But the atmosphere seems lighter now - his candid story and subsequent mishap helping to break the ice. Offering the group a crooked half-smile, Auley makes his way across the crowded mess towards the doors in search of somewhere to try drying off.

"Whoa there, Lieutenant! No need ta be runnin' off so soon just 'cause of a lil splashed hooch." Elmo led the slightly soggy wolf towards a side exit, beckoning for Gracia to follow.

"C'mon, the showers just be this way. We'll getcha cleaned up right quick!" Before Auley can protest, the brawny goat manhandles him through a door and into the locker room adjoining the showers.

The space is currently empty, the off-duty soldiers all still carousing in the mess hall. Elmo releases Auley and ambles over to a supply closet, rummaging noisily. He makes a triumphant sound, emerging with some towels and a spare uniform shirt.

"Aha! Knew they'd be extras round here somewhere." Tossing the bundle at Auley, Elmo then leans back against the lockers, thick arms crossed over his broad chest as he grins at Gracia.

Gracia grins back at Elmo, a mischievous gleam entering his amber eyes. "Hah, that splash of ale ain't nearly enough to get him properly cleaned up! C'mon Lieutenant, let's get you into the showers and really scrub all that stickiness off."

Not waiting for a response, he grabs Auley's arm and steers him towards the communal showers. The large tiled room is currently occupied by a couple other burly beastmen - Ian and Conner. The popular couple and base bicycle, even more so than himself.

At Gracia's subtle signal, the two abandon their showering and amble over. Conner, a muscular wolf, grins toothily at Auley. "Well hey there Lieutenant, fancy seeing you here." He looks the soggy canine up and down appreciatively. "Though you seem to have gotten yourself into quite a state…"

Ian chuckles. "Nothing a good scrubbing won't fix though." Without further ado, the two beastmen grab Auley by the arms and hustle him under the showers. Caught by surprise, Auley sputters as the spray hits him full in the face.

"W-wait, hold on a moment!" He protests, trying to wriggle free of their grip. But Ian and Conner keep a firm hold, starting to vigorously scrub at his soaked uniform with the provided soap and towels.

"C'mon Lieutenant, just tryin' to help!" Conner says with a laugh, roughly scouring Auley's sodden shirt. The wolf yelps as they scrape over a nipple, frantically trying to bat their hands away.

"Well now, don't that beat all!" Elmo exclaimed with a hearty guffaw, clearly enjoying the show.

"Looks like y'all could use an extra set o' paws over there!" Not one to miss out on potential fun - especially when it involved a handsome wolf like Auley.

Elmo eagerly pushed off from the lockers. He ambled over and wedged himself between Conner and Auley, grabbing a spare towel. Before Auley could protest, the burly goat grasped his slim hips to hold him in place. Then Elmo began roughly scouring his back and rump through the soaked fabric of his trousers.

"H-hey, take it easy with the scrubbing!" Auley protested, face burning beneath his damp fur. This only made Elmo redouble his efforts, scrubbing vigorously while Ian and Conner laughed.

"C'mon Auley, ya gotta get squeaky clean!" Elmo retorted cheekily. His bold action seemed to embolden the other two, Ian's big paw straying lower to give Auley's backside a firm grope and squeeze.

"Yeah Lieutenant, we're just trying to help you out." Conner added with a sly wink and grin. Auley sputtered indignantly, his sodden uniform clinging revealingly to his slender frame.

Auley yelps as the trio continue their enthusiastic "scrubbing" of his soaked uniform, face burning crimson beneath his damp fur. He tries twisting away, but pinned between their larger frames, escape proves impossible.

"P-please, I can wash myself!" He protests, even as Elmo's bold paws grasp and grope his backside. The stimulation against his rear combined with the clinging wet fabric leaves little to the imagination - Auley's arousal rapidly swelling against the front of his trousers.

"Eep!" Face burning hotter, he tries to subtly shift to hide the bulge, but the damage is done. Raucous laughter erupts from the trio at Auley's obvious reaction, the Lieutenant's cheeks practically glowing.

The burly goat's ear flicked as he felt a tinge prickle on his fur, his eyes widen in surprise. "Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit, are you a virgin Lieutenant??"

If possible Auley blushes harder, ducking his head and giving a tiny, mortified nod. This sets off more guffaws and playful jeers from the beastmen.

Ian: "Seriously?? Our big bad drone commander hasn't gotten his wick dipped yet?" He laughs incredulously.

Conner: the muscular wolf smiled suggestively "We could help fix that for you real quick Lieutenant…"

Flustered and overwhelmed, Auley renews his efforts to squirm free of their grasp, sputtering denials.

As Ian and Conner start getting handsy with the flustered Lieutenant, the burly goat beastman roughly shoulders his way between Auley and the other two, breaking their grip on the slender wolf. He levels a stern glare at Ian and Conner, one thick finger jabbing the air warningly.

"Alright fellas, that there's quite enough o' that!" Elmo declares, tone brooking no nonsense. Behind him, Auley sags in relief at the intervention. Elmo gently moves the trembling wolf to stand partially behind him, shielding Auley from further groping hands.

"Y'all oughta be ashamed, behavin' so crass-like!" Elmo scolds, wagging his finger severely at the two abashed beastmen.

"Aw c'mon Elmo, don't be greedy now! No need to hog the cute Lieutenant all to yourself."

He winks playfully, earning an indignant huff from Elmo. Gracia just laughs again, ambling back over to lean casually against the lockers. "But seems you got things handled here. I'll just be over here enjoying the view~"

Auley swiftly darts back to his room after getting sufficiently cleaned, face still flushed crimson beneath his damp fur. The wolf's heart hammers against his ribs, residual adrenaline and embarrassment flooding his system after the other beastmen's enthusiastic "scrubbing" in the showers.

Behind Auley, Elmo trots to catch up, a conflicted look on his rugged features. The burly goat clears his throat awkwardly as they reach Auley's quarters "Er, sorry 'bout all that back there Auley," He mutters, not quite meeting the Lieutenant's eyes. "I didn't mean fer things to get so outta hand."

"I jus' wanted ya to have a nice time and make some friends is all. Shouldn't o' let those fellas paw atcha like that…"

"It's…it's alright, Elmo." He says finally, tone gentle despite his lingering embarrassment. "Truly, you've done nothing wrong. It was my own fault for rushing off as I did."

Pushing off the door, Auley moves further into his small quarters, peeling off the damp shirt with a faint shiver. He rummages in a footlocker for a dry one, tugging it on before facing Elmo again with a wan smile.

"I'm just…not accustomed to such casual intimacy." Rubbing the back of his neck, Auley sighs softly. "I've lived rather isolated up to now. My skills lie with machinery, not navigating social boundaries it seems."

"Though I can't hide away forever. And I do appreciate you trying to include me, Elmo. Perhaps…we could start slower next time? Have another drink together, just us two?"

"Aw shucks, I'd be more'n happy to share a friendly drink with ya, Auley!" The burly goat replied warmly. He stepped closer, gently clasping Auley's slender shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "No need to hide away on my account."

"An' I admit, I can be a bit too rowdy with my affections at times." He rubbed the back of his neck, looking properly abashed. "I'll be on my best behavior from now on, ya have my word!"

Suddenly Elmo's ears flicked as he felt that familiar prickle on his skin. The burly goat's smile faded, replaced by a look of concern. He steered Auley over to sit on the simple cot, taking a seat beside the reserved Lieutenant.

"Now hold on there, Auley…" He began gently, giving the slender wolf's shoulder another reassuring squeeze. "I can tell there's still something eatin' at ya, makin' it hard to drop yer guard."

Elmo met Auley's mismatched gaze earnestly, his own red eyes soft with understanding. "I know it ain't easy lettin' others close when ya been through hard times. But I'm willin' to listen, if yer willin' to share what's troublin' ya so."

Auley blinks in surprise at Elmo's observation before his ears droop, a quiet sigh escaping him. "You're quite perceptive it seems…" He murmurs, clasping his hands loosely in his lap.

"I was…kept in isolation for many years as a child. Used for experiments."

With visible effort Auley reins in his somberness, taking a slow breath before continuing. "After I escaped…I struggled to adjust. I found myself constantly on edge, reacting to everyone as a potential threat."

"My first instinct upon meeting someone is calculating how to avoid or…eliminate them, should things turn violent." Auley admits softly, shame and self-loathing entering his tone. "I try to restrain such thoughts but after recent events, it's becoming more difficult…"

He trails off uncertainly, shoulders hunching. After a hesitant beat, Auley forces himself to ask the question plaguing him: "Do you find me repulsive, having such violent tendencies?"

"Now don't go beatin' yerself up none. Ya been through hell by the sound of it."

He meets Auley's conflicted gaze earnestly. "Ain't nothin' wrong with bein' cautious-like after endurin' such hardship. An' I sure don't find ya repulsive."

A thoughtful look crosses Elmo's rugged features then. He stands, beckoning for Auley to follow. "In fact, I got me an idea. C'mon with me a spell…"

Intrigued, Auley allows himself to be led from his modest quarters out into Cloud's stark metallic halls. Elmo sets a brisk pace as he leads the way through winding corridors to a heavy set of double doors. They hiss open to reveal…

"Here we are, the trainin' grounds!" Elmo announces, gesturing broadly to take in the entire area - an expansive room outfitted with climbing obstacles, targets, and padded floors for sparring practice.

"Seein' as you feel that urge to fight, seems to me we oughta put it to constructive use! I can teach ya some brawlin' techniques, help ya blow off steam as it were."

The wolf rubs the back of his neck, conflict evident on his slender features.

"I don't know Elmo…I've never been one for fisticuffs." He says hesitantly. But before he can protest further, the burly goat is steering Auley towards one of the padded sparring rings. Elmo tosses the Lieutenant a pair of padded training gloves, donning his own with an eager grin.

"Aw c'mon now, it'll be fun! 'Sides, ya gotta learn to defend yerself round this rowdy bunch." Not waiting for a response, Elmo bounces lightly on his feet, throwing a few sharp jabs at the air. "Just try'n land a hit on me fer starters, a'right?"

With a resigned huff, Auley tugs on the oversized gloves before cautiously stepping into the ring. He raises his padded paws hesitantly as Elmo continues to circle, looking for an opening. Suddenly the goat darts forward, throwing a swift jab aimed at Auley's shoulder.

Acting on instinct, Auley twists aside, the blow just barely grazing his arm. Surprised, Elmo lets out an approving whistle. "Hey now, nice dodge there! Yer a natural at this."

Flashing a broad grin, Elmo immediately presses his attack. Auley yelps, frantically backpedaling around the ring as he tries to avoid the goat's surprisingly swift and powerful strikes. It's soon clear this "friendly sparring match" will be anything but for the overwhelmed wolf.

"C'mon now, ya gotta hit back sometime!" Elmo called out, bouncing lightly on the balls of his feet. His Krampus senses informed him of opponents' intentions, allowing Elmo to stay one step ahead. But suddenly, Auley's eyes sharpened, posture shifting subtly.

With a startled bleat, Elmo raised his padded gloves barely in time to block a swift kick aimed for his ribs. The force of the blow made his feet skid back an inch. Recovering quickly, Elmo grinned and gave an approving whistle.

"Well butter my butt n' call me a biscuit! Yer a lot scrappier than ya let on, Lieutenant." Circling slowly, Elmo watched Auley warily now. Each exchange helped the wolf get a better feel for fighting it seemed. Those odd eyes tracked Elmo's every movement, seeking out weaknesses to exploit.

When Auley darted in again, Elmo met him blow for blow. But landing hits proved difficult now. The Lieutenant moved with unexpected grace, twisting and dodging lithely. After several intense minutes, both broke apart, panting lightly. Elmo laughed breathlessly.

"Got some real talent there Auley! Fancy drones or fisticuffs, ya got the magic touch I'd say." He grinned, impressed by this hidden ferocity in the usually reserved wolf. Seemed his earlier worries had been unfounded.

As the sparring match continues, Auley's eyes take on an almost feral gleam. The initial hesitance and awkwardness fade away, replaced by sharply focused aggression as he seeks out openings in Elmo's guard. Blow after blow rains down with bruising force. Auley's movements flow smoothly from one strike to the next, dodging and weaving with newfound grace.

"C'mon Elmo, is that the best you got?" Auley taunts, an uncharacteristic grin full of teeth stretching his muzzle. The usually reserved wolf is drunk on adrenaline and battle-lust, that vicious part of himself rising eagerly to the surface.

Sensing the shift, Elmo circles warily. But a fierce grin tugs at his own scruffy lips, fiery spirit rising to meet Auley's challenge. The two clash again in a flurry of strikes and blocks that rings out sharply in the empty training hall.

As the match continues, what began as simple sparring takes on the feel of a real brawl. Bruises bloom on both beastmen from the force of their blows. Auley's knuckles split against Elmo's guard, spattering crimson droplets atop the mat. The coppery tang of blood in the air only fuels that feral part of Auley further.

Elmo bobs and weaves as Auley unleashes a barrage of swift jabs, barely deflecting the wolf's blows with his raised gloves. The Lieutenant fights with unexpected ferocity, movements sharp and precise. Elmo can't help grinning fiercely despite the sweat dripping into his eyes - it's been awhile since he had such an intense spar.

Sensing an opening as Elmo attempts a heavy swing, Auley nimbly sidesteps closer to deliver a swift jab aimed for the goat beastman's exposed chin. Elmo's eyes widen, realizing a solid hit there could knock him out cold. Acting on pure instinct, he jerks his head a hair's breadth back - Auley's glove just grazing along his scruffy jaw. The glancing impact still makes Elmo see stars for a split second. Shaking off the shock, Elmo counters swiftly with a heavy cross that catches Auley square in the chest.

A solid THWACK rings out as fist meets flesh and bone. Auley lets out a winded "Oof!" as he's sent sprawling back onto the mats.

Elmo blinks in surprise at his own strength behind the blow - seems they both got a bit carried away in the heat of battle. Concerned he may have actually injured the Lieutenant, Elmo hastily moves to help Auley up.

"Whoa there, ya alright Auley?" Elmo asks, bracing the slender wolf as he gasps to catch his breath.

"I'll be fine…just got the wind knocked out of me is all." He rotates his shoulder with a faint wince, no doubt bruised from the solid cross.

"Aw heck, sorry 'bout that. Guess I got a bit carried away in the heat o' the moment." Elmo rubs the back of his neck, looking abashed.

"It's quite alright…I needed that actually." The wolf admits, rolling his neck to work out the kinks. He meets Elmo's gaze, an unfamiliar lightness in his odd eyes now. "Felt good to really cut loose for once. You were right about finding a constructive outlet."

Elmo's expression splits into a pleased grin at the praise. He plops down comfortably beside Auley, nudging him companionably. "See? Told ya gettin' out here and working up a sweat would do ya a world o' good."

"But in all seriousness, ya shouldn't keep yerself all cooped up and pent up neither. It ain't healthy-like."

He gently clasps Auley's slender shoulder, gaze earnest. "So whaddya say to joinin' some of the training exercises or sports with the rest of us grunts? Be a fine way to blow off steam 'stead of bottlin' it all up inside."

Auley panted heavily as he sat on the padded floor of the sparring ring. His body ached from the intense match with Elmo but his mind felt clearer than it had in weeks. He rolled his shoulders gingerly, wincing at the lingering soreness but overall feeling refreshed.

"You make a fair point, Elmo." Auley replied, glancing over at the burly goat beastman with a small but genuine smile. "I have been rather reclusive as of late. Joining in training exercises could prove beneficial in more ways than one."

"Though I must ask - how ever did you manage to anticipate my strikes so effectively? It was as if you knew what I planned to do before I even acted."

Elmo frowns thoughtfully at Auley's question, scuffing a foot against the padded flooring of the training ring.

"Well shucks, ain't no simple way o' explainin' it." He finally says with an awkward chuckle. Dropping his gaze, Elmo absently toys with the laces on one padded glove as he gathers his thoughts.

"Ya see…I got me this here extra sense o' sorts. Lets me kinda…intuit how a fella is fixin' to move 'fore they do it."

"They call it a 'Krampus' - some kinda mutation in Elf Syndrome patients. Means I can sense intentions, moods and such from others."

"A mutation in Elf Syndrome you say? How fascinating…" He murmurs after Elmo finishes his explanation. Auley taps a slender finger against his chin, mind already turning over the implications. "Being able to sense intentions and emotions could certainly explain how you reacted so swiftly during our match."

"That there's how come the Commander partnered me up with ya soon as ya arrived. Wanted me to keep an eye on yer motives, make sure ya wasn't plannin' anything shady-like."

"Only I ain't told Nick nothin' that weren't already clear soon as I got ta know ya proper." Reaching over, Elmo gives Auley's shoulder a comforting squeeze. "Yer a good man, Auley. Just had some bad luck is all."

"Think nothing of it. Given my circ*mstances it's only natural they would want someone keeping an eye on me."

He offers Elmo a crooked smile. "Though I'm pleased to hear your assessment of my character improved after getting to know me better."

"So…we still friends in spite o' me keepin' secrets?"

Sobering somewhat, Auley meets Elmo's hopeful gaze. "We're still friends, Elmo. I understand why you kept this secret." Reaching over, he gently squeezes the burly goat's shoulder. "But thank you for being open with me now."

"Much obliged for understandin', friend." He says sincerely before a playful grin tugs at his scruffy lips. "Though if yer really so interested in my extra senses, I'd be happy to give a more…intimate demonstration sometime." Elmo punctuates the offer with an exaggerated wink.

Elmo leaned back casually against the padded wall of the sparring ring, one thickly-muscled arm slung loosely around Auley's slender shoulders in a companionable manner as they both caught their breath after the intense match.

"Since we're gettin' so cozy-like, I wanted ta know fer a long time now - why's it Mr. Briant calls ya Allen? Ain't never heard no one else round here use that name fer ya 'cept the Commander."

"Ah, well…it's a bit of an amusing story actually." He begins, rubbing the back of his neck somewhat bashfully under Elmo's inquisitive stare. "You see, when Nicholas and I first met all those years ago, I was so overwhelmed that I misspoke when introducing myself."

"I told him my name was Allen instead of Auley. After that, the mistake just…stuck. So Nicholas has called me Allen ever since."

Focusing back on Elmo, Auley chuckles softly. "I suppose it's become something of a private joke between us. But…" Here he hesitates, chewing his lower lip thoughtfully. "Well, I certainly wouldn't mind if you wanted to get in on our little secret too, Elmo."

A slow grin spreading across the goat beastman's scruffy muzzle. "Well ain't that just precious!" Elmo exclaims, red eyes glinting eagerly.

"I'd be right honored to be let in on yer little secret, Auley." Leaning in, he nuzzles the wolf's throat tenderly. "Or should I say…'Allen'~" Elmo purrs the name against Auley's silvery fur, savoring this new intimacy.

Pulling back after a moment, mischief sparks in Elmo's gaze. "Though seems ta me Nick oughta get himself a nickname too! Hmm…" He taps a thick finger against his chin contemplatively before snapping his fingers. "I know, we can call 'im Ol' Sticky Britches on account o' how he's always sweet on Owen!"

Elmo punctuates this declaration with a loud guffaw, clearly quite pleased with his own cleverness. Though Elmo was certain the humor likely escapes Auley given he's unaware of Nicholas and Owen's clandestine relationship.

"And just what is going on here?"

Elmo and Auley turned to see Owen staring at them with a frown.

Elmo glances over, grinning "Aww shoot Major, me n' the Lieutenant were just havin' ourselves a friendly lil spar is all! You shoulda seen it, the pup's got some real scrapper talent in 'im!"

The wolf flushes a bit, clearing his throat "Yes well, Sergeant Elmo was gracious enough to…help me work out some pent up aggression, let's say. All in good fun."

Owen studies them both impassively for a moment before giving a curt nod "Hm, very well. Carry on then." he makes to leave but pauses "Oh, and Elmo? See that you both report to the infirmary to have those contusions looked at."

"You got it Major B!" Elmo salutes sloppily, still grinning from ear to ear. Owen huffs faintly at the unwanted nickname but otherwise ignores it, exiting the training area to finish his duties.

"You know, perhaps the Major could use an amusing nickname as well, to balance out Nicholas's." He suggests, lips quirking in a faint smirk.

Elmo blinks then lets out a bellowing guffaw, slapping his knee. "Well butter my backside and call me a biscuit, that's a right fine idea!" He exclaims, grin stretching ear to ear. "Ol' Major Stick-in-the-Mud does need some lightening up, that's fer sure."

"Now lessee…ah ha, I got it! We can call 'im Major Buzzkill on account of him always rainin' on folks' fun."

Auley chuckles softly at the amusing - if rather unflattering - suggestion. "Come now Elmo, let's not be too harsh on the poor Major. He takes his duties quite seriously after all."

Extending a hand to help Elmo up, Auley adds "We should head to the infirmary like he suggested, have these contusions looked at." He rotates a bruised shoulder gingerly. Though the intense sparring session did wonders for Auley's pent-up aggression, his slender frame certainly feels the impacts now.

"Right ya are, best get patched up proper-like." The burly goat agrees. He moves to start tidying up the training area, gathering scattered gear. As he bends to collect the padded gloves, Elmo glances over at Auley fondly.

He straightens with the bundle of equipment tucked under one thick arm, using his free hand to brush some clinging fur off the front of Auley's shirt. Letting his touch linger perhaps longer than necessary over the wolf's firm chest. Elmo meets that mismatched gaze, a playful grin quirking his scruffy lips.

"Maybe after we get them bumps and bruises seen to, you 'n me can grab that drink together eh?"

With gear in tow, Elmo heads for the storage room adjoining the training area, the burly goat humming a cheerful tune under his breath.

Chapter 18: Nicholas Briant 2

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Nicholas lets out a deep sigh as Gracia takes his leave, some tension easing from the ursine commander's broad shoulders. He reaches up to remove his glasses, massaging the bridge of his muzzle wearily before glancing over at Owen standing nearby.

"Well, that's one potential crisis averted at least." He rumbles, tone wry. Replacing his spectacles, Nicholas leans back in the creaking leather chair, regarding Owen thoughtfully. "Your idea to partner Elmo with Allen seems to be paying dividends."

Owen gives a curt nod at Nicholas' statement, hands clasped behind his rigid back "Indeed, pairing the unusual Lieutenant with the stalwart Sergeant does seem a prudent decision so far."

A fond smile tugs at his lips. "That goat may play the lovable rogue, but he's as stalwart as they come when it counts. Reminds me a bit of myself when I was his age actually." Nicholas chuckles softly at the memory.

"In any case, hopefully the crew will eventually warm up to our unusual Lieutenant now that he's making an effort to integrate." Sobering somewhat, he scratches his chin, gaze distant. "We'll need that solidarity sooner than later I suspect. Our 'friends' in the nearby research station won't wait forever to make their move…"

Owen pauses, gaze flicking briefly to the closed office door before focusing intently on Nicholas "How fare your own dealings, Sir? Have you unearthed anymore information regarding the conspirators General Gertrude mentioned?"

Nicholas sighs heavily, removing his glasses to rub at the bridge of his muzzle. The weeks of stress investigating the conspiracy have left dark circles beneath his eyes and tension lingering in his broad frame.

"I've been chasing down every lead, calling in favors from old war buddies to uncover more about this plot." He admits wearily, replacing his spectacles. "It's clear now there's a complex web of corruption I'll need to dismantle piece by piece."

"It seems the rot indeed runs deep then…"

Nicholas shakes his great head as if to banish darker thoughts before forcing a wan smile. "But come, let's speak of more pleasant things, my dear Major. I would enjoy your company over dinner later, if your duties permit."

"Of course Sir, I believe my schedule is clear this evening." He replies, tone warm despite the lingering furrow in his brow.

As Nicholas leans up to nuzzle him affectionately, Owen gently guides the weary ursine back. "Ah, but you did promise Lieutenant Auley some of your time as well." He reminds Nicholas with an arched brow. "Best not to neglect our resident drone expert, given how crucial his systems are to Project Helvetti."

"Quite right, I did promise to meet with Allen regarding his proposal for a new mascot design. The crew could certainly use some boosting of morale."

He chuckles softly, reaching out to gently cup Owen's rugged cheek. "Forgive me love, my mind has been rather preoccupied as of late. But you are correct - focusing solely on threats loses sight of what we fight for."

Nicholas brushes a tender kiss between Owen's ears before withdrawing with a reluctant sigh. "I suppose I should go meet with our resident tech expert before he dismantles another drone in impatience." A wry grin tugs at his muzzle. "I will see you for dinner Major. Perhaps we can…discuss morale boosting plans of our own later, hmm?"

With a playful wink, the ursine commander gathers a few items into his satchel and makes his way out the door towards the research & development wing.

The occasional greeting rumbles from Nicholas' throat as he passes patrolling guards. Each gives their esteemed commander a sharp salute which he returns casually.

Upon entering the workshop section, the low hum of machinery and occasional electronic beep or whirr greets Nicholas' ears. He winds through the organized chaos, nodding in approval at seeing repairs coming along on their winter gear and vehicles. Finally the familiar sight of Auley's workspace comes into view.

Auley is hunched over his workbench, odd-colored eyes narrowed in concentration as he carves delicate details into what appears to be…a wooden figurine? Curious machinery and electronics are notably absent, replaced by wood shavings, carving tools, and paints.

Nicholas raises one bushy brow, both surprised and intrigued by this unexpected creative pursuit. As he steps closer, the figurine's form becomes clearer - a miniature rendition of one of Auley's sleek drones. The wolf's skilled hands work smoothly, guiding the small carving knife to shape fins and etch panel lines into the wood.

A pang of nostalgia pierces Nicholas' heart as memories surface unbidden at the sight - a younger Gertrude focused intently as she whittled skillful woodcarvings, her mentorship setting him on the path that led here…

With an effort, Nicholas banishes the darker thoughts, clearing his throat lightly to announce his presence. "Well now, this is certainly a pleasant surprise." He rumbles warmly, a smile already touching his muzzle. "I wasn't aware you had taken up whittling, Allen."

Auley looks up from his whittling as Nicholas enters the workshop, a sheepish smile crossing his slender muzzle. Setting aside the carving tools and half-finished wooden drone, he rises to greet the ursine with an affectionate hug.

"Ah, you caught me trying my paw at a new hobby." He chuckles, the tip of his tail wagging happily behind him. "Miss Gertrude was kind enough to teach me some basic woodworking skills during our down time in between training exercises."

Pulling back from the embrace, Auley peers up at Nicholas with a hint of concern in his odd-colored eyes. "But enough about me - you seem worn ragged as of late, Nicholas. Have matters been so dire keeping you locked away in your office day and night?"

His ears flatten with worry, not used to seeing the normally vibrant and charismatic bear so drained of spirit. "Please, tell me what burdens you so. Let me help ease your troubles if I can."

Nicholas sighed heavily, the breath escaping him like the last gasps of a dying beast. He ran a paw down his muzzle wearily before meeting Auley's concerned, mismatched gaze. Despite the lines of tension and fatigue lingering on the ursine's rugged features, warmth entered his eyes as they settled on his surrogate son.

"Forgive me for worrying you, Allen." Nicholas rumbled, reaching out to gently cup the wolf's slender shoulder. "Matters have been…complex as of late. Our old friend Mason left quite the tangled web of schemes and betrayal in his wake."

"It seems the rot runs deeper through our ranks than anticipated. Compounding matters are certain less-than-benevolent outside factions poised to take advantage of any instability here."

Nicholas heaved another heavy sigh, shaking his great head ruefully. "I confess, the sheer scale of corruption plaguing our organization has me weary and disheartened of late, hence my reclusiveness."

Auley blinked in surprise at Nicholas' grim words, ears flattening with concern. He hesitated, chewing his lower lip uncertainly. "I…forgive me, should I even be hearing such sensitive information?" The young wolf asked, tone hushed.

Nicholas sighed softly, reaching up to gently cup Auley's cheek. His expression was weary but tender as he met that worried mismatched gaze. "Peace, Allen. You know I consider you family - there are no secrets between us."

Steering Auley over to a workbench, Nicholas took a seat with a low groan, joints creaking from endless days hunched over reports and missives. He gestured for Auley to join him before continuing gravely.

"Our former commander Mason and his cabal have been subtly undermining Cloud for years it seems. Siphoning funds, falsifying supply reports, and making backdoor deals that compromise security." His lips peeled back in a faint snarl, claws digging furrows in the metal bench.

"It's clear now Mason sought to weaken Cloud financially while lining his own pockets. Perhaps even to sell us out to the highest bidder." Disgust dripped from Nicholas' tone. Shaking his great head, the weary ursine forced himself to unclench his white-knuckled grip.

"Forgive my temper, Allen. These betrayals cut deeply, as I'm sure you understand." Nicholas sighed, shoulders slumping beneath the burden of leadership in such times of crisis. "I suppose…I simply needed to unburden myself awhile."

"Speaking with you always lifts my spirits. Now then, you mentioned something about a new mascot design earlier…"

"Indeed, I remember you mentioning your hobby of toy design in your spare time. Using the revenue from the patents to aid Elves in need, yes?"

He gestures to the half-finished wooden drone figurine on his workbench. "That's why I wished to discuss collaborating on a new mascot for the troops here. Something to lift morale and give them a symbol to rally behind."

Clasping his hands loosely in his lap, Auley peers up at Nicholas earnestly. "My skills admittedly lie more with engineering and electronics however. I have vision but lack artistic talent to bring such ideas to life."

"We could liven the decor, give them some symbolic figure to take pride in. A mascot of sorts, to boost morale."

"You have a creative talent for sculpture and design. What do you think would make for the perfect idol for Cloud?"

Nicholas strokes his chin thoughtfully, considering designs that could inspire and motivate their troops. At Auley's entreating look and question about what would make the perfect emblem, Nicholas responds without hesitation.

"Why, it should be a reindeer of course! Our very own Major Owen is famed through the region as the 'Hero of Cloud' after all." Fond admiration enters the ursine's tone as he describes his secret lover. Gazing off into the middle distance, Nicholas continues enthusiastically.

"Cunning as a fox yet steadfast as stone, charging headlong into danger without hesitation if it means protecting his men. Truly Owen exemplifies the fierce spirit of Cloud."

Clearing his throat with a wry chuckle, the smitten Nicholas refocuses on Auley. "In any case, our soldiers greatly respect the good Major. An emblem in his noble likeness would surely bolster morale around here!"

Auley nodded slowly, a thoughtful look crossing his slender muzzle. "A fine suggestion. The Major certainly is a noble figure to rally behind."

Tapping a slender finger against his chin, Auley continued. "Though rather than an emblem or insignia, perhaps we could design the mascot to resemble a reindeer toy? Since it would be more of a morale booster and less of an official representation of Cloud."

"We could even incorporate some, ah, personal touches into the design. Elements that would surely bring a smile to Owen's usually stoic facade."

Not waiting for a response, Auley sprang up from the workbench and hurried over to a storage cabinet along the wall. He rummaged noisily through various bins and boxes before making a triumphant sound.

"Aha, I knew we had some suitable materials somewhere…" Turning, Auley plopped an armload of crafting supplies onto the bench beside Nicholas - bundles of faux fur in various earthy shades, shiny black beads for eyes, soft padding for stuffing, spools of sturdy thread.

With a hopeful smile, Auley met Nicholas' gaze. "Shall we get started then? I'm sure between your artistic talent and my technical skills, we can design something to really boost spirits around here."

Nicholas nods approvingly at Auley's suggestions, a warm smile touching his muzzle. "You make an excellent point, my boy. A soft, plush mascot would surely bolster spirits far better than some stiff emblem."

Rising from the bench, the ursine commander makes his way over to Auley's drafting table as the eager wolf gathers an array of crafting supplies. Nicholas strokes his chin thoughtfully as he gazes down at the blank sheets of sketch paper, mentally rifling through design ideas.

"Now then, let's see here…" Selecting a graphite pencil, Nicholas begins lightly sketching out a basic reindeer form. The strokes come slowly at first as he works to recall Owen's stocky build.

"Hmm, perhaps a touch stockier on the chest…there we are." Bit by bit the outlines take shape - a proud rack of antlers crowning the head, powerful haunches and sturdy legs suited for traversing deep snow.

Glancing over with a playful smile, Nicholas winks at Auley. "I may have taken some small creative liberties with the anatomy. But our Owen does cut a rather fine figure, wouldn't you agree?"

Auley peers over Nicholas' broad shoulder, studying the rough sketch with a thoughtful hum. His odd-colored eyes gleam eagerly as he takes in the charming rendition of Major Owen in plush reindeer form.

"Ah yes, a fine likeness indeed!" The young wolf agrees enthusiastically. Tail wagging, he turns to Nicholas with an impish grin. "Though perhaps it could use some, shall we say, mobile capabilities? I'm sure I could rig up some motors and servos to allow remote-controlled movement."

"Just picture it - we could have our plush Major zipping around delivering messages or little morale boosts to the crew! Oh, it would liven the dreary atmosphere around here tremendously."

Not waiting for a response, the eager Lieutenant begins rummaging through storage bins, pulling out spools of wiring, breadboards, and other components. His tail practically blurs with happy wagging as he gathers materials.

"Easy there my boy, let's not get ahead of ourselves!" He rumbles warmly. "Best to start simple before adding complex functions, hmm?"

Seeing Auley's ears droop slightly in disappointment, Nicholas squeezes his shoulders gently. "Not to worry Allen, we can certainly integrate some mobility once the basics are complete." He winks playfully. "What say we rig up a mini grappling system to allow our intrepid Major Reindeer to zip around delivering messages?"

Settling on their stools once more, ursine and wolf begin animatedly discussing plush fur options and stuffing materials as they refine their mascot design into something sure to bring cheer in even the dreariest of winters.

Sometime later, Nicholas and Auley are hard at work on their plush reindeer mascot prototype. Nicholas sets down the small sewing needle he'd been using to stitch together the faux fur exterior, rubbing a paw over his eyes wearily.

"Whew, I must be getting old my boy. My vision isn't what it used to be for such delicate work."

"I believe we could both use a brief respite. Wait here a moment while I grab us some refreshment from the lounge, hmm?" Nicholas gives Auley's shoulder an affectionate pat before lumbering from the workshop towards the nearby officer's lounge.

Upon entering the dim space, Nicholas inhales the bitter aroma of fresh coffee deeply. The scent helps revive his weary mind, at least somewhat. He goes about preparing two mugs - one black, one light and sweet for Auley. Cradling the hot beverages, the ursine makes his way back to the bustling workshop.

Nicholas sets one mug down before Auley with a smile before reclaiming his seat. He takes a slow sip, sighing contentedly as the scalding liquid washes away some fatigue. "Ahh, that hits the spot. I haven't felt so at ease while working in quite some time, Allen. Having you here lifts my spirits tremendously during these trying days."

"Thank you for this, my boy…"

Auley glances down at the paw clasping his arm, lips quirking in a faint smile. "It's sweet…" He begins, mismatched eyes glinting playfully.

"Ah yes, I suppose I am getting sentimental in my old age."

At that, Auley chuckles and gently corrects "No no, I meant the coffee. You made it light and sweet, just how I prefer."

Blinking in surprise, Nicholas glances down at the steaming mugs then lets out a hearty guffaw. "Oh ho! So I did." Shaking his great head in amusem*nt, the ursine takes another bracing sip of rich black coffee.

"Forgive me Allen my boy, these weary old bones make the mind equally foggy it seems." Still chuckling at his own expense, Nicholas gives Auley's arm one more affectionate pat before releasing him. "Come now, let's get back to work shall we? This delightful reindeer won't stitch himself together."

Owen strode briskly through the dimly lit corridors of Cloud, posture ramrod straight as always, boots ringing sharply off the metal flooring with each step. His patrol had concluded for the evening and the Major found himself at loose ends for once. Figuring he would check on Nicholas' whereabouts, Owen made his way towards the research and development wing.

The occasional greeting or salute followed the reindeer officer as he passed patrolling guards along the way. Owen would pause to exchange brief status updates, keeping a stern eye out for anything amiss even while off duty. But all seemed in order for the moment. Nodding crisply to the last sentry, Owen continued on.

His ears twitch as he overhears Nicholas' booming laughter echoing from the workshop. His curiosity piqued, the Major quickens his stride, making his way briskly between humming machinery and half-finished projects.

As Owen rounds a cluttered workbench, he spots Nicholas' broad ursine form bent intently over…some sort of plush figure? The reindeer blinks in surprise, not having expected to find the esteemed Commander engaged in such a frivolous activity.

Clearing his throat lightly so as not to startle them, Owen strides closer and stands at attention. His keen gaze darts between Nicholas and Lieutenant Auley, taking in details of fuzzy fabric, stuffing, and…is that a light-up nose?

"Pardon the interruption gentlemen." He begins crisply "I was simply coming to check on your whereabouts, Commander."

Before Owen can inquire further, Nicholas beams and eagerly presents the plush figure with a dramatic flourish. "Ah, Owen! Excellent timing. Come, give us your input on our prototype design here!"

Brows knitting faintly, Owen accepts the plush toy turned over for inspection. His steel grey eyes widen subtly in surprise. Why, it looks to be a charming, almost cartoonish rendition of…himself?

"I…see. And what precisely is the purpose of crafting a miniature me?" He asks slowly, casting a questioning glance between Nicholas and Auley. The tiny effigy stares blithely back up at Owen, fuzzy antlers almost seeming to twitch atop its faux fur head. He resists an instinctive urge to shake the unusual thing, instead awaiting an explanation.

Clearing his workbench with an excited sweep of his arm, the young wolf began rapidly gathering materials - spools of wire, circuit boards, servos. His tail wagged eagerly behind him as he explained.

"It's a morale boosting mascot for the troops! Nicholas came up with the charming design and I added some motility functions." He held up the arranged components proudly. "See here, with these wires and microcontrollers I can make our little Major Reindeer amble about autonomously. And if I rig up a small graphene battery pack…"

Rummaging around in a parts bin, Auley made a triumphant sound as he extracted the power source. Nearly vibrating with enthusiasm, he began swiftly but carefully connecting servos to circuitry to wiring, slender fingers moving in a blur.

"There! Now we can remote control his movements for added interactivity." Auley concluded, brandishing a small wireless controller with a grin. He sent the patchwork mass of fur, circuits and metal limbs shuffling in a jerky circle along the tabletop. "Well, the gait still needs smoothing out but you get the idea! Imagine him trundling around delivering messages and treats to the crew."

"So, what do you think Major?"

"I must admit, it is rather…charming, in its own peculiar way." Owen remarks diplomatically, observing the jerky ambulation of fuzzy limbs and clicking servos. "Though perhaps additional field testing is in order before full scale production, Lieutenant?"

He punctuates this gentle warning by lightly flicking one fuzzy antler atop the prototype's head. The appendage promptly pops off, eliciting a muffled curse from Auley as he scrambles to reattach it. Clearing his throat, the wolf offers Owen a somewhat sheepish grin.

"Ah, right you are sir. Still some bugs to work out it seems."

At that moment a low rumble echoes through the room - the unmistakable sound of Nicholas' hearty laughter. Owen glances over to see the ursine commander bent double, one broad paw braced against the workbench as he guffaws at Auley's mishap.

"Oh my boy, perhaps keep the durability testing to electronics rather than plush exteriors." Nicholas finally manages between lingering chuckles. Straightening, he claps a companionable paw on Owen's shoulder. "But our stern Major does raise a fair point - no need to rush the design process."

His blue eyes glint playfully as they meet Owen's steel grey gaze. "Though I must say, I find this little effigy rather charming myself." Leaning in, Nicholas stage-whispers "Perhaps we could craft a miniature Auley to keep him company, hmm?"

He winks roguishly before releasing Owen's shoulder and turning back to aid Auley with repairs on the malfunctioning prototype. Watching the pair tinker amiably, Owen allows his rigid posture to relax ever so slightly. The corners of his eyes crinkle subtly with fondness at seeing Nicholas' spirits lifted thanks to the unusual project.

The three are walking down the hallway together after spending a long afternoon working on a special project together. Nicholas has his arm draped casually over Auley's shoulders, the two chatting amiably as they make their way towards Nicholas' private quarters.

"That was quite the productive session, my boy! I do believe with some refinement our charming little Major Reindeer could be a fine mascot to raise morale around here." Nicholas says cheerfully, giving Auley's shoulder an affectionate squeeze.

As they reach Nicholas' door, the ursine commander pauses thoughtfully.

"Say Allen, it occurs to me that in all the chaos lately I may have been remiss checking that you are not lacking anything here." Nicholas meets Auley's mismatched gaze sincerely. "If there is anything at all you require or wish for, you need only ask and I shall provide it."

Auley blinked, looking mildly surprised by Nicholas' sudden offer. "Oh! Well, I uh…I do have everything I require currently." He replies after a brief hesitation. Rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, Auley peers up at the ursine commander. "You have already done so much on my behalf Nicholas. Truly, your support means the world."

He smiles then, an open and genuine expression. "As long as you are content here, then so am I."

Nicholas looked at him somberly, but decided not to inquire further.

Nicholas enters his private quarters, a weary sigh escaping the burly ursine as the door hisses shut behind him and Owen. The space is dimly lit, sparse furnishings casting jagged shadows. Moving to the small liquor cabinet, Nicholas pours himself a few fingers of amber spirits into a crystal glass. He takes a slow sip, letting the harsh liquid burn away some tension. As he sets the glass down with a faint clink, his gaze falls upon the two wooden figurines Gertrude gifted him - a feminine polar bear wielding a wicked blade, and a slender wolf poised to strike.

Nicholas' expression darkens, old memories and emotions churning behind his turquoise eyes. With a faint snarl he snatches up the warlike carving, dropping it carelessly into a drawer and slamming it shut. Breathing a bit harder, Nicholas closes his eyes and drags a paw down his muzzle. When he opens them again, his gaze settles on the remaining lupine figurine. Something almost paternal softens his rugged features and he reaches out to gently run a clawtip down the wolf's arched back.

"Allen…" He murmurs, tone wistful. Shaking himself, Nicholas sets the carving down carefully beside his bed. He straightens his shirt and turns to Owen with a forced smile that doesn't reach his eyes. "Forgive me love, just…old ghosts."

Clearing his throat gruffly, the ursine gestures to the small dining table along the opposite wall, set intimately for two. "Please, make yourself comfortable while I fetch our meal from the kitchens…"

"No need to fret so on Auley's behalf, Sir." Owen says gently, moving closer to rest a steadying hand on Nicholas' broad shoulder. "From what I have observed, Sergeant Elmo seems to be proving quite effective at forging a bond with our unusual Lieutenant."

Giving Nicholas' shoulder a reassuring squeeze, Owen meets that troubled turquoise gaze squarely with his own steadfast steel grey. "You've already done so much for the men here…for me. Now it's our turn to lift some of the burden from your shoulders."

Stepping back, Owen gestures politely to the intimate table set for two along the far wall. "Come Sir, let us enjoy this rare moment of respite together. Whatever machinations churning behind these walls can wait one evening."

Nicholas sighs heavily, some of the tension bleeding from his broad shoulders at Owen's reassurances. Letting his hand trail down Owen's arm briefly, Nicholas steps over to pull out a chair for him like a proper gentleman. He waits until Owen is comfortably seated before moving around the small table to claim the other chair.

As the Major fills their wine glasses, Nicholas takes a moment to appreciate how the low lighting plays across Owen's rugged yet handsome features. The sight helps settle his lingering disquiet, warmth entering his gaze.

"To the steadfast bonds of loyalty and love rising above the fickle tides of politics and intrigue."

Raising his own glass at Owen's toast, Nicholas smiles more genuinely now. "Well said, my dear Major. To the ties that truly bind." Their glasses chime softly as they touch rims. Nicholas takes a slow sip of the rich burgundy vintage, eyes closing briefly to savor the flavor before focusing intently on his dining companion.

"I don't say it enough Owen but…having you here by my side these past months has made all the difference." His deep voice rings with sincerity, one large paw moving to cover Owen's where it rests near his wine stem. "Whatever threats loom on the horizon, I can face them with courage knowing you will be there to guard my flank."

Nicholas gives Owen's slender hand an affectionate squeeze, thumb gently tracing the hills and valleys of tendons and veins beneath silken fur. His touch lingers a long moment, simply appreciating this rare stolen moment together.

Owen smiles at Nicholas' heartfelt words, giving the ursine's larger paw a gentle squeeze in return. "And I shall ever remain at your side." He replies, steel grey eyes warm with affection.

They linger over the intimate dinner, simply enjoying each other's company as they discuss lighter matters. The rich food and heady wine loosen tongues and inhibitions somewhat. At one point Owen even indulges Nicholas by allowing the smitten ursine to feed him morsels of tender meat and ripe fruit by hand.

Eventually replete and pleasantly relaxed, the two retire to Nicholas' spacious bed. They spend long hours relearning each other's bodies with reverent care, almost worshipful in the way they draw out every gasp and moan of pleasure…

Chapter 19: Elmo Rantanen 5

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Nicholas was seated behind his heavy oak desk, glasses perched on his broad muzzle as he reviewed personnel reports. His office space was dimly lit, the small desk lamp providing a pool of warm light for the ursine to work by. The occasional scratch of pen on paper or creak of leather as Nicholas shifted his considerable bulk in the chair punctuated the quiet.

A brisk knock at the sturdy door drew the Commander's attention. He glanced up, setting his pen aside. "Enter." Nicholas called, his deep voice ringing clearly in the small space.

The heavy door swung open to reveal Elmo's nervous yet hopeful expression peering around it. The burly goat fidgeted with his rumpled uniform cap, clearing his throat awkwardly. "Beggin' yer pardon fer interruptin' sir, but I was wonderin' if ya had a minute?" He asked, tone wavering only slightly despite the anxious flicking of his short tail behind him.

Nicholas blinked then smiled, waving the Sergeant inside. "Of course Elmo, come in. What can I do for you?" He asked kindly, curiosity piqued. It wasn't often the usually brash Elmo approached him so meekly.

"A-ah, well ya see sir, I uh…I was hopin' ta discuss the possibility o' me fillin' the open maintenance supervisor position." Elmo manages to stammer out after an awkward pause, his gruff voice wavering slightly. He proffers a few sheets of paper - official application forms and a letter of recommendation bearing Lieutenant Auley Grimm's signature and seal.

"I-I know I ain't exactly officer material, what with me rap sheet o' disciplinary issues n' all." The goat rubs the back of his neck, looking properly abashed. But determination soon fills his rugged features and he meets Nicholas' gaze entreatingly. "Only I really turned over a new leaf since ya took me on. An' Auley reckons I got the chops fer overseein' repairs n' such."

Elmo hesitates, then adds earnestly "I just wanna pull my full weight 'round here, make myself useful-like ya know? Instead o' just causin' a ruckus all the dang time."

"Well now Elmo, it's clear Allen thinks highly of your skills and temperament for this supervisor position." Leaning forward, elbows braced on the heavy oak desk, Nicholas fixes Elmo with an appraising look - seeing past the gruff troublemaker to the stalwart heart beneath. "And our wolf is an excellent judge of character, as I well know."

The ursine commander sits back, steepling his thick fingers. He regards Elmo thoughtfully a long moment before nodding. "Very well Sergeant, I am willing to take a chance on you here. Don't let me down."

Nicholas smiles, reaching out to clasp Elmo's shoulder. "Congratulations on your new role. I'm sure you'll keep our gear and vehicles ship-shape." Giving the stunned goat's shoulder a friendly shake, Nicholas releases him and gestures towards the door. "Go on now and inform Allen. We'll discuss the particulars at tomorrow's briefing."

Owen stands ramrod straight in the hallway outside Nicholas's office, hands clasped behind his back and steel grey eyes gazing sternly ahead. His keen ears pick up the muffled sounds of conversation and laughter from within, followed by heavy footfalls approaching the door. Owen braces himself as the door suddenly bursts open with a loud BANG!

Elmo comes charging out of the office, nearly bowling Owen over in his excitement. The burly goat beastman grins from ear to ear, puffing out his broad chest proudly.

"Whoo-wee Major! Ya won't believe it - I done got me a promotion! Gonna be the new maintenance supervisor round here!" He declares loudly with a whoop of joy, bouncing on his feet and pumping his fists in the air.

Steadying himself after Elmo's exuberant exit, Owen fixes the rowdy goat with a stern glare, frown etching his rugged features. "Is that so, Sergeant? And does proper military decorum no longer apply now that you've moved up in rank?" He asks crisply, one brow arched... but the goat had long fled.

From within the office, Nicholas' hearty laughter echoes. The ursine commander steps out, smiling fondly at Elmo's antics.

"Now Owen, let the lad celebrate. This promotion has been hard-won." He says gently, moving to stand beside the disapproving reindeer. Leaning in close he murmurs, "Besides, think of all the…vigorous celebration you and I might enjoy later." Nicholas punctuates this with a subtle caress along Owen's lower back.

Auley yelps in surprise as Elmo suddenly grabs him in a crushing bear hug from behind, nearly dropping his soldering iron. Whirling around, the slender wolf blinks up at Elmo with wide, mismatched eyes.

"Goodness Elmo, you gave me quite a start!" He exclaims, one hand over his thudding heart as he catches his breath. "What's this about a promotion now?"

"You betcha! Ol' Nicky just made yours truly the new maintenance supervisor around here!" Elmo grins broadly, puffing out his broad chest with pride.

A slow smile spreads across Auley's muzzle, replaced a moment later by laughter. "Congratulations my friend! I knew you were more than capable."

Just then a minor explosion sounds from across the workshop followed by startled cursing. Whirling around, Auley spots one of the engineering crews frantically trying to extinguish a small electrical fire spewing acrid smoke. The wolf lieutenant hurries over, grabbing a nearby fire extinguisher. With Elmo's help, they swiftly quell the blaze.

Coughing in the lingering smoke, Auley turns to Elmo with a wry quirk of his brow. "Well, looks like you'll have your work cut out for you around here Sergeant."

As the last wisps of acrid smoke cleared, Elmo turned to face Auley fully. He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly bashful. The goat beastman's cheeks flushed noticeably beneath his scruffy facial fur as he met Auley's mismatched gaze.

"Say, uh, d'ya remember that wager we made?" Elmo asked, tone gruff but hopeful. "'Bout me earnin' me a proper date if I managed securing a promotion?"

His short tail gave an anxious flick behind him. Clearing his throat awkwardly around the sudden lump there, Elmo straightened his shoulders and offered Auley a lopsided, entreating grin. "Reckon this here new supervisor gig means I upheld my end o' the bargain."

Auley blinks in surprise at Elmo's hopeful reminder of their wager, a faint flush coloring his slender cheeks. He clears his throat, fidgeting awkwardly for a moment.

"Ah, well…I suppose I did make such an offer, contingent on your earning a promotion." The wolf admits, rubbing the back of his neck. "And it seems you've more than upheld your end. Congratulations again, my friend."

"I confess, I never anticipated that silly little bet providing quite so much motivation." He chuckles, shaking his head in amusem*nt. "Just let me know when you wish to arrange our…date, and I shall make time."

From across the workshop comes the sound of raised voices followed by a loud clatter. Auley's ears swivel towards the commotion, brow furrowing. With an apologetic look to Elmo he calls over: "Do be careful with those volatile components!"

Turning back to the goat beastman, Auley is about to suggest they discuss details later when the workshop doors hiss open. Major Owen Brayden strides in, keen gaze sweeping the space before settling on Auley and Elmo.

"There you are, Lieutenant. If you have a moment, there are supply manifest discrepancies that require clarification…"

Gracia gripped Ian in a headlock, grinding his knuckles roughly against the muscular wolf's skull. Ian snarled and thrashed, struggling to break free of the burly bear's hold. The two beastmen were seated on one of the long benches in the crowded mess hall, surrounded by cheering soldiers egging them on.

"C'mon mutt, give it up already!" Gracia taunted with a co*cky grin, increasing pressure of his brawny arm around Ian's throat. "We all know you're nothing without your boyfriend's co*ck stuffed in that tight ass of yours!"

More hoots and jeers erupted from the spectators at Gracia's crass words. Ian's struggles intensified, claws scrabbling at the tabletop. He managed to force out a few choked words between gagging breaths. "Gonna…make you…eat those…words! Then pound your…virgin ass…int' the floor…till you scream…fer Connor's help!"

At the far end of the table, another muscular wolf Connor watched the escalating confrontation anxiously. As Ian invoked his name, Connor leaned forward, ears pinned back worriedly. "Ian, this is a bit too much…" He began hesitantly. But his soft words went unheeded amidst the raucous laughter and shouts ringing throughout the mess hall.

Just then the double doors banged open loudly to admit a newcomer - none other than Elmo Rantanen. The burly goat's keen red gaze quickly took in the scene before he made his way over to Gracia and Ian's struggle. Elmo thumped his broad palms down on the tabletop, leaning over the pair with a sly grin.

"Well dang fellas, havin' ourselves a lil tussle are we?" He rumbled, "Reckon there's room fer one more in this here wrasslin' match?"

"There's always room for one more in our brawls!" Gracia declared mirthfully with a broad wink at Elmo. "Though fair warning - things tend to get a bit rough 'n frisky with this bunch."

As if to demonstrate, Ian redoubled his efforts to break free, raking his claws viciously down Gracia's meaty forearm. The bear grunted at the stinging scratches but only tightened his chokehold in retaliation. More bloodthirsty shouts rang out from the circle of spectators egging the struggling pair on.

"C'mon mutt, tap out already!" Gracia growled with a dark chuckle. Crimson droplets welled up in the furrows left by Ian's claws, matting the brown fur. The pungent, coppery scent of blood hung thick in the air, fueling the rising aggression.

At the far end of the table Connor watched anxiously, clearly distressed by his boyfriend's predicament. Gracia flashed the slender wolf a sly grin. "What's wrong Connor, worried your precious pup can't handle a little rough housing?"

Ian snarled, the sound muffled against Gracia's broad chest where the burly bear still had him pinned. Twisting sharply, the muscular wolf managed to sink his teeth into Gracia's forearm. Gracia yelped, reflexively releasing his hold. Ian swiftly reversed their positions, getting the bigger beastman in a chokehold instead.

"Ha! Not so co*cky now are ya?" Ian crowed, tightening his grip as Gracia sputtered and grabbed ineffectually at his assailant. The spectators roared approval, thumping the table enthusiastically. Taking advantage of the distraction, Elmo slipped onto the bench on Connor's other side. The muscular wolf started at his sudden appearance.

"Oh! Er, hello Sergeant." Connor greeted politely if a bit awkwardly. He nodded towards the escalating confrontation across from them. "Are they always so…spirited?"

Elmo guffawed, thumping Connor on the back. "Aw shucks, that's just Gracia n' Ian's way o' blowin' off steam." Seeing Connor's doubtful look he added reassuringly, "They may roughhouse some, but ain't no real harm in it."

As if to illustrate his point, Gracia abruptly shifted his weight, toppling them both off the bench in a tangle of limbs. Loud thuds and curses rang out amidst the spectators' raucous laughter.

After a few moments the two beastmen separated, both looking rather disheveled but unharmed. "Alright mutt, seems yer boyfriend better start working that ass loose for ya!" Gracia laughed, slinging a companionable arm around Ian's shoulders despite their recent tussle.

Getting up from the table, Elmo made his way over to Gracia and hauled the burly bear to his feet.

"C'mon now buddy, lemme borrow ya a spell." Elmo rumbled with a sly wink to the spectators, steering a bemused Gracia away from the rowdy crowd. Once they were relatively alone near the beverage dispensers, Elmo turned to his friend eagerly.

"So here's the thing - I done got me that fancy promotion we was jawin' 'bout!" He declared proudly, puffing out his broad chest. Sobering a bit, the goat beastman glanced around furtively before continuing in a lower tone. "And seein' as how ya offered to play wingman fer me wooing the Lieutenant, was hopin' ya could help me set up that date I got comin'!"

Elmo fidgeted almost nervously with the brim of his rumpled cap. Clearing his throat gruffly he met Gracia's amber gaze with hopeful sincerity shining in his own red one. "I really wanna sweep that wolf off his paws proper-like ya know? Make it real special fer him."

"Ha! Well done, Elmo! Knew you could do it." He gave Elmo a friendly slap on the back. "Now, about that date. I'd be happy to help set things up for you and Lieutenant Auley."

Gracia glanced around conspiratorially before leaning in closer. "Here's what I'm thinking. We set up a nice romantic dinner on one of the observation decks. Candlelight, music, the works. The view of the aurora through the big window is real pretty this time of year. Oughta set the mood perfectly."

"Just leave the details to me, buddy. I'll get the kitchen staff to whip up something delectable for you two lovebirds. Maybe sweet talk one of the musicians into lending us his violin for the evening. And I'll make sure you have the deck all to yourselves so there's no interruptions."

"Before ya know it, you and Lieutenant Auley will be gazing dreamily into each other's eyes over fine wine and gourmet cuisine!" He mimed a chef's kiss before laughing. "Trust me Elmo, when this bear sets his mind on romance, it's guaranteed magic!"

Elmo scrunched up his nose thoughtfully at Gracia's suggestion of a romantic dinner date for him and Auley. He shook his shaggy head, dismissing the notion. "Naw, that ain't really my style. Or the Lieutenant's fer that matter, I reckon."

Rubbing his scruffy goatee, the burly goat pondered for a moment before his red eyes lit up eagerly. "Say, what about a fishin' trip instead? I grew up guttin' trout n' the like, so it'd be gettin' back to my roots so ta speak."

"Hmm, a fishing expedition you say? Not a bad notion at all! There's a nice little lake not too far from the base. Usually plenty of good catches too from what I hear."

The bear nudged Elmo playfully with an elbow. "We can pack a picnic lunch, make a day outta it just you n' the Lieutenant. Quiet n' secluded but still loads more fun than stuffy dining hall chow."

"Consarn it all, that's perfect Gracia! Yer a right genius, ya know that?" He praised, thumping his friend heartily on the back. "Ol' Cookie mentioned Auley was askin' after gettin' some Arctic Char too. So I can impress him by servin' up his favorite fish fer dinner!"

Laughing, Elmo threw an enthusiastic arm around Gracia's broad shoulders. "Yer the best, buddy! This is gonna be just the ticket to sweep that wolf off his paws fer sure."

Candyman: “That sounds like fun, think we can help, Sergeant?”

Elmo glanced up as a white wolf soldier called out eagerly, waving over some of his comrades to join in planning the fishing trip date for Elmo and Auley.

"Whoa there fellas, didn't realize we was hostin' a whole strategy meetin' here!" Elmo exclaimed with a bemused chuckle. He scratched his scruffy goatee thoughtfully as Candyman and several others crowded around, chattering suggestions.

"We just wanna help Sergeant! Ain't every day one of the boys finally makes a move on the Lieutenant." He gave Elmo a playful nudge, the other soldiers nodding agreement.

"I can wrangle some cold beers from the kitchen stores for your picnic basket." A grizzled badger named Boris offered.

"Ooh and I know where to find the best wildflowers to set the mood!" Piped up Vixen, one of the rare females around the base, clapping her paws together eagerly.

Elmo huffed, though he was smiling. He held up his broad hands placatingly. "Alright alright, guess I can use all the help I can get with romancin' that wolf." Winking at Gracia as the spectators laughed, Elmo continued. "Just try not to overwhelm the poor fella, ya hear? Ain't lookin' to scare Auley off by swarmin' him with y'alls enthusiasm."

"Not to worry buddy, we'll make sure it's nice n' cozy for just you two lovebirds. The boys here will handle setup while I keep watch so there's no disruptions."

Mollified, Elmo nodded. As the impromptu planning committee continued making suggestions, his thoughts drifted to pleasant imaginings about his impending private outing with alluring Lieutenant Auley.

Auley stood in the dimly lit corridor outside the research and development wing. His usual uniform had been replaced by a simple dark green sweater and sturdy canvas pants tucked into knee-high boots. The wolf fidgeted with his hands, glancing around almost nervously as he waited for Elmo to arrive.

When the burly goat beastman finally appeared, Auley blinked in surprise. Elmo was dressed sharply in a charcoal peacoat with red accents that set off his fiery gaze. His usual scruffy facial fur had even been neatly trimmed.

"My, don't you clean up nicely Officer." Auley greeted with an approving smile. "Congratulations again on your promotion."

Elmo puffed up proudly, tail flicking behind him. "Aw shucks Lieutenant, weren't nothin' really. Jus' tryin' to spruce up some fer our lil outin'." He rubbed the back of his neck almost bashfully.

Clearing his throat gruffly, Elmo offered Auley his arm. "Right then, ya ready to head out an' see what I got planned fer us?"

As Elmo and Auley walk out of the base together, Elmo glances sidelong at the Lieutenant with a playful grin. "Say, remember that time ya turned down my advances 'cause I was yer patient and subordinate?"

Auley rolls his eyes but can't quite hide an amused smile. "Well you certainly don't let things go easily it seems."

"Now that we're both officers an' all…reckon that means ya don't have them same objections no more, eh Lieutenant?"

He waggles his bushy brows at Auley, tail flicking hopefully behind him. Before the wolf can respond, a snowball suddenly smacks into the side of Elmo's head. "Oof!"

Shaking snow from his ears, Elmo glares towards the source - Candyman and some others giggling behind a snowbank. Rolling his eyes, Elmo just flips them a rude gesture before offering his arm to Auley again. "C'mon now, best be on our way 'fore anymore yahoos decide to interrupt."

As Auley takes his arm, Elmo's broad chest swells proudly. He glances over his shoulder to where Gracia is discreetly shadowing them, giving his friend a sly thumbs up. With the burly bear running interference, their secluded date spot should stay nice and private.

Turning his attention back to Auley as they walk, Elmo launches into an amusing childhood tale about nearly getting dragged off by a giant trout when he fell into the river trying to grab the big fish. "…and there I was, clingin' to this log for dear life with that consarn trout yankin' on my britches tryin' to make a meal of me!" He concludes with a hearty guffaw.

"Say, ya ever done much fishin' yerself Lieutenant?"

"I confess I have little experience with fishing myself, beyond observing some of the locals trying their luck on the rivers near my old village."

Auley glances around curiously as they continue walking, taking note of their snowy surroundings. The vivid streaks of the aurora dance across the darkening sky overhead. In the distance, the silvery gleam of a large lake can be glimpsed through the trees.

"Is that our destination?" He asks, gesturing towards the lake. Auley's ears perk with interest, breath fogging lightly in the chill air. His tail gives an involuntary wag at the prospect of learning this new wilderness skill under Elmo's guidance…and simply getting to spend more time with the charming goat beastman.

Elmo grins broadly as they enter the secluded clearing by the lake, gesturing grandly to the set up waiting for them. "Ta-dah! Here we are Lieutenant - got ourselves a right cozy fishin' spot all prepared, courtesy o' some helpful buddies."

Two fishing poles lean against a supply crate, lines already prepped with bait. A metal pail filled with clear water sits nearby, no doubt for storing any catches. And most inviting is the large wooden barrel emitting wafts of steam - perfect for taking a warm dip after braving the chill winter air.

Rubbing his hands together eagerly, Elmo ambles over to grab the fishing rods. "I already got the lines all set to go with some tasty worms Candyman dug up. Should have us reelin' in fat trout in no time!"

"Whaddya say Lieutenant? Ready to try yer luck at landin' the big one?"

Auley's eyes lit up as Elmo presented him with the fishing pole. He eagerly took it, admiring the smooth wood and examining the line with great curiosity.

"This is splendid! I'm quite eager to try my hand at catching some trout." He said enthusiastically. Glancing around at the tranquil lakeside surroundings, Auley breathed deep, inhaling the crisp winter air.

"And what a beautiful spot you've found for us. So serene and picturesque." He smiled warmly at Elmo. "You've truly outdone yourself with these thoughtful preparations, my friend."

Ears perking eagerly, Auley turned his attention to the fishing pole, getting a feel for casting the line. After a few experimental flicks that sent the hook and sinker plopping gracelessly into the snow, he managed a decent side-cast towards the lake. The hook landed in the water with a faint plop!

"Ah-ha, I think I'm getting the hang of this!" Auley declared proudly, beginning to slowly reel the line back in. As the hook neared the bank, he gave it a sharp upward yank to set it…and abruptly found himself lying flat on his back in the snow, fishing line tangled around his ankles.

"Oh dear…" He murmured, blinking dazedly at the grey winter sky. Somewhere nearby Elmo's hearty laughter echoed at his mishap.

"Easy there Lieutenant, ain't no need to rush!" Once Auley was back on his feet, Elmo patiently showed him how to properly cast and reel in the line.

After several attempts, Auley seemed to get the hang of it. Soon both beastmen were settled comfortably along the lakeshore, lines cast out into the icy waters as they waited patiently for bites. A comfortable silence stretched between them for a time, broken only by the occasional joke or story from Elmo.

Eventually Elmo glanced over at Auley curiously. "So what're yer plans once this whole Project Helvetti thing wraps up? Gonna move on to the next big tech challenge or stick around our dusty ol' base?"

Auley sighs softly as Elmo gives him a knowing look, no doubt sensing his lingering uncertainty thanks to the goat's unusual empathic abilities. Resigned, the wolf reaches into his coat to extract a worn photograph depicting a young Auley surrounded by a gaggle of children.

"You're certainly perceptive, my friend." Auley remarks wryly as he gazes down at the faded image. "I confess, I'm still not entirely certain what path lies ahead once Project Helvetti reaches completion."

His expression sobers, thumb gently tracing over a polar bear cub - Däumling's - smiling visage. "My only real dream is finding those I called family in that place…reading to them the stories we created so long ago before being torn apart." Auley's tone turns melancholy.

"My drones could aid tremendously in locating my scattered kin. I even included a backdoor in the control systems - strictly as a last resort of course!" He adds hastily, not wanting Elmo to get the wrong idea. "I would only tap into Christmas’ resources if all other efforts failed…"

"Consarn it, that's awful Auley…I'm real sorry ya had to endure that." Reaching over, he gives the wolf's shoulder a comforting squeeze.

"If it were my kin, I'd move heaven n' earth to find 'em again too." Elmo declares vehemently. After a thoughtful moment, his gaze meets Auley's, determination glinting within. "Tell ya what - soon as I get this new maintenance supervisor gig runnin' smooth, Imma start puttin' out some feelers, callin' in favors with other bases."

"We'll find yer family my friend, I swear it. An' I'll be with ya every step o' the way once ya do."

Just then, their fishing lines give a sharp tug. Elmo's pole bends nearly double, the burly goat grappling to reel in his catch. Nearby, Auley also seems to have something on the line, reeling in his prize with an excited grin…

Elmo and Auley spend the next few hours in comfortable camaraderie as they fish, banter, and share stories from their pasts. Though they reel in several respectable trout, no Arctic Char makes an appearance despite Auley's hopes. As the winter sun sinks towards the horizon, Elmo glances over at his companion with a sympathetic smile.

"Aw shucks Lieutenant, looks like yer favorite fish is playin' coy today."

Auley shrugs, casting his line out one last time. He turns to Elmo with a small, resigned smile. "It seems luck is not on my side when it comes to catching that elusive Char today. Perhaps we could try again another time?"

"For now though, I believe I'll take you up on that offer of a nice warm soak." Auley chuckles, playfully flicking his damp tailtip against Elmo's elbow. "My paws are numb from sitting out here so long in the cold."

The wolf ambles over to the steaming wooden barrel near the lakeshore. Crouching down, he trails his fingers through the hot water with a contented sigh. "Ahh yes, this will hit the spot nicely!"

"Well don't just stand there my friend, the water's fine~"

The crisp winter air bites at Elmo's exposed skin as he strips down to join Auley in the steaming hot water. Clouds of condensation rise up from the barrel, the heat a welcome respite after hours spent huddled along the frigid lakeshore.

Sinking into the deliciously hot water across from Auley, Elmo sighs in contentment, the ache slowly leaving his limbs. He glances over at his slender companion with a grin. "Consarn Lieutenant, ya look more ghost than wolf with that pale pelt o' yers!" Elmo teases lightly.

"It's from my black phase coat - makes my underfur seem quite pale in comparison."

They soak in comfortable silence for awhile before Elmo clears his throat gruffly. "So uh, any chance o' me gettin' away with a bit o' innocent touchin'? Just to warm up them icy paws o' yers?"

Auley's eyes widen subtly in surprise at the bold request. He stills, staring at Elmo for a long moment as emotions war across his sharp features. Finally Auley lets out a slow breath and gives a small nod. Heartened, Elmo gently takes one of the Lieutenant's slender hands under the water, massaging warmth back into cold fingers.

Auley sighs softly as Elmo gently massages warmth back into his slender fingers beneath the steaming water. He glances over at the burly goat beastman, mismatched eyes filled with uncertainty.

"Elmo…do you truly intend to remain at my side, even knowing my eventual intent is to depart Cloud in search of my lost kin?" He asks hesitantly.

Auley worries his lower lip, conflicted emotions playing across his sharp features. "You have built a life here - earned the respect of our peers. Would it not be better to remain where you are valued, rather than following me into the unknown?"

Elmo's broad chest swells with emotion at Auley's conflicted query. Reaching beneath the steaming water, he gently grasps Auley's slender hands in his own calloused ones. Meeting that mismatched gaze squarely, fiery determination smolders in Elmo's red eyes.

"Auley, wild horses couldn't drag me away from yer side now." He declares vehemently, giving the Lieutenant's hands a fierce, heartfelt squeeze. "You 'n me, we's peas in a pod - where ya go, I go too!"

To emphasize this solemn vow, Elmo thumps a meaty fist over his heart before holding it up and out towards Auley in a gesture of unbreakable solidarity. "I swear it on my very soul, Lieutenant. Through hell n' high water, ol' Elmo's got yer back."

His earnest words hang heavy between them, mist rising where their breaths mingle in the chill air. Somewhere nearby an owl hoots, the stillness of twilight settling over their secluded lakeside sanctuary. The first evening stars make themselves known, gleaming like diamonds against velvet.

Auley turns to face the tranquil lake, cupping his slender hands around his muzzle as he calls out loudly into the twilight: "Däumling! Heinel! Hans! Hansel! Gretel! Maleen! Werrel! Knowall! Wilhelm! Wherever you are, know that I will find you!"

His voice echoes across the still waters, raw emotion cracking it at the edges. Misty plumes escape Auley's maw with each shouted name, desperation and determination etched into his sharp features. Somewhere nearby Gracia and the others observe silently, not wanting to intrude on Auley's impassioned vow.

Eventually the echoes fade, leaving behind a heavy silence. Auley's shoulders slump as if suddenly drained. He remains gazing out across the dim waters for a long moment before turning back to Elmo with a tired smile that doesn't reach his eyes.

"Apologies my friend, I suppose the day's emotions finally caught up with me." He says softly, one hand rising to pinch the bridge of his slender muzzle. "It's been so very long since I've spoken their names aloud…"

Trailing off wearily, Auley leans back until his head rests against the wooden barrel rim. His odd eyes slip closed as he takes a few slow, steadying breaths. The hot water laps gently around his pale torso, steam curling lazily skyward in the growing darkness

Elmo gently wipes the tears from Auley's cheeks, before wrapping his burly arms around the slender wolf in a fierce yet comforting embrace. "Now now, no need for waterworks my friend." He murmurs, one broad hand gently stroking Auley's back. "We'll find yer kin, come hell or high water. Ol' Elmo don't never break a promise!"

"After all, ya done went and turned my whole life around fer the better. Only right I return the favor, consarn it!" Elmo's tone brokers no argument. Settling back into the steaming water, he draws Auley close once more.

"Jus' lean on me awhile Lieutenant. Let ol' Elmo carry some o' that burden fer ya…" He murmurs, lightly scratching behind one of Auley's drooping ears. Content to simply provide comfort and companionship in this quiet lakeside sanctuary under the emerging stars.

Auley and Elmo gaze at each other, emotions running high in the intimate moment. As they slowly lean in, lips nearly meeting, Auley's sharp hearing suddenly catches the telltale zip of fishing line being drawn out.

"Wait, the pole!" He exclaims, hastily scrambling out of the barrel.

In his hurry Auley slips on the icy ground, accidentally toppling the makeshift tub in the process. Elmo yelps as hot water sloshes over him. Ignoring the chaos, Auley dashes over to grab the fishing rod just as the line goes taut.

"I think I've got something!" Bracing himself, the slender wolf begins grappling to reel in his catch. The pole bends nearly in half, whatever is on the other end putting up a tremendous fight. Gritting his teeth, Auley digs his boots into the snow and pulls with all his might. Finally with one last mighty heave, his prize breaks the water's surface in a tremendous splash - the fattest Arctic Char he's ever seen, scales gleaming like silver coins!

"Hah, success!" He crows, quickly grabbing the flopping fish before it can wriggle free. Beaming over at a soaked, bemused Elmo, Auley holds up his trophy. "It seems luck finally turned in my favor, hmm?"

Elmo lets out a whoop of delight as Auley reels in the tremendous Arctic Char, their dinner prize flopping mightily atop the icy ground. "Now that there's a whopper! Good on ya Auley!" He exclaims, beaming through chattering teeth as cold air assaults his sodden frame.

Their celebratory mirth dies swiftly however as the reality of their situation sinks in - uniforms soaked, fire extinguished by the spilled bathwater. A frigid gust of wind cuts through fur and fabric alike, making Elmo yelp as certain sensitive anatomy tries to crawl back inside him for warmth.

"Sweet biscuit-lovin' baby cheeses, that's c-c-cold!" Elmo chatters, hopping from foot to foot and hugging himself tightly. He eyes their doused campfire despairingly. "We gotta get that there f-fire goin' again 'fore we both turn into goat n' wolf-sicles!"

Spurred to action by their dire circ*mstance, Elmo drops to his knees before the firepit and attempts striking the flint shard they brought. But his numb, trembling fingers fumble clumsily. After several failed attempts he curses colorfully, glaring at the useless shard.

"Consarn it all t' tarnation! This dang flint's slicker n' sheep snot!" He snarls in frustration, hurling the offending piece of stone away. It plinks faintly across frozen ground. Elmo slumps, ears pinning back against his skull miserably. "I-I can't get the blasted thing lit…"

He casts an anxious glance back at Auley, taking in the Lieutenant's soaked, shivering frame and rapidly paling complexion. Elmo feels his heart constrict with dread - if they can't get warm and dry soon, the deadly cold may well claim them before rescue arrives…

Chapter 20: Auley Grimm 5

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Gracia and the others were gathered around the table in the mess hall, roaring with laughter as they shared a toast over frothy mugs of ale. The burly bear grinned from ear to ear, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes as he recalled Elmo and Auley's plight earlier that evening.

"Sweet biscuits, I ain't never seen two beastmen move so fast tryin' to save their hides from freezin' off!" Gracia guffawed, slapping his knee. "Why, they were huggin' each other so tight tryin' to share body warmth, seemed they'd fuse together into some kinda goat-wolf hybrid!"

Another round of hearty guffaws went up from the group at the mental image. Just then, the mess cook emerged from the kitchen bearing a large platter. A magnificent Arctic Char glistened atop it, browned to perfection and emitting mouthwatering aromas that made the rowdy beastmen's jaws drop.

"Here ya go lads, one fresh-caught char grilled up proper fer our new supervisor." The grizzled ram declared, setting the platter down with an air of pride. He nodded to Gracia and Elmo's other helpers - Candyman, Connor, Vixen and the rest.

"Wanted to thank ya for givin' me a chance to cook up my old specialty again. Brings back good memories workin' the line at my uncle's place before I enlisted."

Gracia thumped the cook heartily on the back, grinning. "Hot damn Cookie, ya weren't kiddin' 'bout your skills! That there fish looks fit for royalty."

Amidst enthusiastic agreement from the others, Gracia lifted his frothing mug high. "Alright boys n' gal, let's drink to Elmo finally landin' his wolf! May their love keep each other warm on even the coldest winter nights!"

Another loud cheer and clash of tankards erupted from the group before they all dug into the mouthwatering arctic char feast.

Auley sat huddled in a thick woolen blanket, nursing a mug of steaming cider to ward off the lingering chill. The wolf lieutenant glanced around the raucous mess hall, taking in the lively gathering of beastmen celebrating Elmo's fishing trip date success. Though still not inclined towards drinking spirits himself, Auley smiled and enthusiastically clashed tankards when Gracia toasted to him and Elmo finding warmth in each other's arms.

Taking a small sip of the sweet, spiced cider, Auley leaned towards Elmo seated close beside him and murmured: "They certainly seem an enthusiastic bunch, your friends. I admit however, nearly freezing various extremities off has me less inclined to revelry for the moment." He punctuated this wry remark by scrubbing his hands briskly up and down his arms, trying to restore circulation.

"Well Sergeant, shall we tuck in before the rest of this ravenous lot beat us to that delectable fish?"

"That there's 'Officer' Rantanen now, Lieutenant!" He exclaimed proudly with a roguish wink. The scruffy goat beastman's chest puffed out, tail flicking eagerly behind the blanket wrapped around his broad shoulders.

"Still, ya got a point 'bout it bein' mighty fine vittles that Cookie whipped up fer us, let's get to eatin' afore the rest o' these rascals beat us to that tasty fish!"

Not wasting another moment, the two officers dug into the expertly seared arctic char fillets with gusto. The flaky white meat practically melted on their tongues, perfectly complemented by the citrusy garlic butter sauce. A comfortable silence fell between Auley and Elmo for several minutes as they savored the exquisite meal.

Eventually Elmo leaned back with a satisfied belch, patting his now pleasantly full belly. He met Auley's gaze, one corner of his scruffy muzzle quirking in a roguish smirk. "So Lieutenant, now that yer belly's all filled up proper, how's about we see to warmin' up them other parts, eh?" The burly goat punctuated this playful remark by reaching beneath the blanket to give Auley's thigh a suggestive squeeze.

Auley's face flushed crimson beneath his silvery fur at Elmo's bold advance and suggestive remark. Before he could muster a retort, Elmo leaned in swiftly to capture his lips in a searing kiss.

Auley's eyes flew wide in surprise, a muffled squeak escaping him at the sudden intimate contact. His ears pinned back self-consciously, all too aware of the other rowdy beastmen still occupying the mess hall around them. Though luckily most seemed too engrossed in their own carousing to notice the amorous display happening in their midst.

After a stunned beat, Auley's eyelids fluttered closed and he tentatively returned the kiss. Elmo's enthusiasm proved infectious, the wolf lieutenant melting into the contact as his initial embarrassment faded. A faint whimper sounded in Auley's throat unbidden. His fingers curled almost desperately into Elmo's shirt front, holding him close as they shared hungry open-mouthed kisses…

A loud wolf whistle suddenly split the air - no doubt one of Elmo's friends noticing their intimate embrace finally. Laughter and playful jeers echoed around the mess hall, though still largely good natured. Flushing hotly again, Auley broke the kiss with a gasp. He ducked his head against Elmo's broad chest, hiding his burning face against the goat beastman's shirt.

"Goodness, no need to announce things so loudly…" He mumbled, mortified at having such a private moment witnessed by their peers. Tail tucked in embarrassment, Auley risked a glance up at Elmo's grinning visage. Exasperated yet affectionate fondness shone through the lingering awkwardness in his odd eyes.

"Perhaps we should relocate somewhere less…exposed." Chuckling sheepishly, the slender wolf untangled himself from Elmo's embrace and stood, holding out a hand to help his rugged companion up. "Shall we, my dear Officer?"

Before Auley could react, Elmo swiftly scooped him up into a bridal carry amidst renewed hoots and laughter from their comrades.

"Whoo-ee, c'mon now Lieutenant! Best get moseyin' afore this rowdy bunch decides on an encore performance!" Elmo declared loudly with a wink to the spectators, eliciting another round of playful jeers and whistles as he trotted swiftly for the exit with Auley in his muscular arms.

Bursting out into the hallway, Elmo slowed to an amiable amble as he made for the officers' quarters. Glancing down at Auley nestled against his broad chest, mischief glinted in the goat beastman's fiery red gaze. "Just lemme know if'n ya want me to carry ya across the threshold once we get to yer quarters, darlin'~" He drawled, waggling his bushy brows.

Auley kept his face covered with his paws, mortified beyond belief as Elmo carried him down the corridor towards the officers' quarters. The raucous laughter and jeering from the mess hall faded behind them, but Auley's cheeks still burned hotly with embarrassment.

"Elmo, please…" He pleaded weakly, not daring to peek out from behind his fingers. "Must you announce things so loudly to everyone?"

The burly goat just laughed goodnaturedly, giving Auley a little bounce in his muscular arms. "Aw shucks darlin', ain't nothin' to be ashamed of! Them boys is just happy to see their Lieutenant finally lettin' loose a little."

As they reached Auley's modest quarters, the wolf finally risked uncovering his face with a sigh. He met Elmo's playful gaze, one brow quirking wryly as he echoed the goat's earlier teasing remark: "I believe I can manage crossing the threshold under my own power, Elmo."

Twisting in Elmo's grasp, Auley tapped the keycode to open his door before gesturing grandly for the brawny beastman to enter ahead of him with a courtly little bow. His sharp features still held a dusting of pink, but good humor shone through any lingering awkwardness now.

Elmo grinned roguishly as he carried Auley into his modest quarters, finally setting the slender wolf down just inside the doorway. Though still flushed with embarrassment, Auley seemed in brighter spirits now as he gestured for Elmo to enter.

Ambling further inside, the burly goat glanced around curiously as he'd never been inside Auley's personal space before.

It was simply furnished but scrupulously tidy - a small desk and chair along one wall, the neatly made cot along the other. What drew Elmo's keen gaze was the drafting table set beneath a bright lamp, the surface scattered with schematics and diagrams for various mechanical constructs and drones. He leaned in for a closer look, bushy brows rising.

"These here drawings are righter than a preacher on Sunday!" Elmo exclaimed admiringly. He turned back to Auley with an impish grin. "Sure ya ain't some kinda wizard what can just magic up whatever ya dream up on paper?"

Not giving Auley a chance to respond, Elmo closed the distance between them swiftly. Strong arms wrapped around the Lieutenant's slender frame as Elmo leaned in to nuzzle beneath his jaw teasingly. "Though I reckon yer the one what's gone n' cast a spell on me, darlin'~" He purred against Auley's throat…

Elmo's calloused hands roamed over Auley's lithe frame, tracing the contours of his back and hips through the soft fabric of his uniform. The goat beastman pressed closer, backing Auley gently against the drafting table. Leaning down, Elmo captured his lips in a hungry kiss - eager but tender, letting Auley set the pace. His short tail flicked eagerly behind him, excitement and desire coursing through his veins

Auley lets out a startled yelp as Elmo's calloused hands roam over his lithe frame, pressing him back against the drafting table. His eyes widen in surprise at Elmo's hungry kiss, cheeks flushing beneath his silvery fur.

"G-goodness Elmo, so forward…" He murmurs breathlessly when they part for air. Despite the flustered note in his tone, Auley shyly returns the heated kiss, slender arms coming up to drape over Elmo's broad shoulders.

They trade hungry open-mouthed kisses for endless moments, the room filled with soft gasps and murmurs of pleasure. Auley tentatively deepens the kiss, tongue shyly brushing against Elmo's. Arousal steadily mounts in his belly, tail beginning to wag behind him. But uncertainty still lingers in Auley's thoughts…

Breaking the kiss again, Auley meets Elmo's fiery gaze, pupils dilated with desire but hesitance in his odd eyes. "Elmo wait, I…are you certain you wish to be intimate with me?" He worries his lower lip. "After everything you learned today, all the ugly truths…"

"Consarn it Auley, there ain't nothin' could make me turn away from ya now!" He declares vehemently.

"So ya got some darkness in yer past, so what? Ain't none of us perfect." Elmo presses his brow against Auley's, holding that worried stare intently. "An' I meant what I said 'bout stickin' by yer side no matter where this journey takes us."

"Ya saved me, gave me purpose n' direction when I'd lost my way. Let me be the light to guide you home now, darlin'."

Ducking his head, Elmo nuzzles beneath Auley's jaw, lips grazing softly over his racing pulse. "I want this Auley, want you…" He murmurs, arms tightening around the slender wolf's waist. "But only if yer truly ready to take that leap o' faith with stubborn ol' me."

Auley looks up at Elmo, conflict swirling in his odd eyes as he worries his lower lip. After a long moment, he sighs softly and reaches up to cup Elmo's rugged cheeks. "You humble me with your steadfast loyalty, Elmo. Even knowing the ugliness I harbor."

"Very well…if you are certain this stubborn wolf is worth the tribulations that may come, I will gladly walk this path together."

Leaning up on his toes, Auley presses his lips to Elmo's in a fierce, hungry kiss - as if sealing their unspoken pact. His arms drape over those broad shoulders once more, fingers tangling into the thick ruff of fur at Elmo's nape. The kiss deepens swiftly, months of restrained longing finally unleashed as they cling together.

Eventually Auley breaks the kiss with a gasp, pupils blown wide with desire. His lips kiss-bruised and cheeks flushed, the wolf meets Elmo's heated stare. Something almost predatory glints within Auley's mismatched eyes now. Gripping Elmo's muscular arms, he uses the leverage to nimbly reverse their positions. Auley presses his superior up against the drafting table this time, a sly smirk curving his mouth.

Elmo lets out a hearty guffaw as Auley nimbly reverses their positions, pressing the burly goat beastman back against the drafting table. Despite his slender build, Auley manages to keep the much larger Elmo pinned for a moment, an almost feral grin stretching the Lieutenant's usually reserved features.

"Yer a fierce lil thing for a virgin!" Elmo exclaims with a wink, clearly delighted by this previously unseen ferocity. But he doesn't remain subdued for long. With a playful growl, Elmo flexes his thickly muscled arms, easily breaking Auley's hold. Taking advantage of his superior size and strength, Elmo swiftly reverses their positions once more, gently yet firmly pinning the slender wolf beneath him.

"As feisty as ya are darlin', ya still got some learnin' to do 'bout handlin' an ornery ol' goat like me." Elmo teases, grin full of affection as he gazes down at Auley. Bracing his weight on one forearm, Elmo uses his free hand to tenderly cup Auley's flushed cheek. "Now then, how's about I give ya some private tutelage on the finer points o' intimacy, hmm?"

Not waiting for an answer, Elmo dips his head to capture Auley's lips in a searing kiss. His calloused hand roams down the wolf's heaving chest to toy with the fastenings of his uniform, clever fingers making short work of the buttons.

"Mmph! E-Elmo…" Auley murmurs breathlessly against the burly goat beastman's insistent mouth as they kiss heatedly. He squirms halfheartedly, instinctively testing Elmo's hold even as his own desire mounts swiftly.

Clever fingers make short work of the fastenings on Auley's uniform, exposing more pale fur to the cool air. A shiver races through the Lieutenant's slender frame at the sensation. Breaking the hungry kiss, Auley tips his head back with a low moan as Elmo's calloused hand roams over newly bared skin.

"G-goodness, so very forward…" He gasps again, though makes no real move to halt Elmo's amorous attentions. Tail thumping faintly against the table leg, Auley meets that fiery red gaze shyly through half-lidded eyes, an alluring flush spreading down his throat and chest. "P-perhaps we should relocate t-to the cot, lest your 'tutelage' leave me unable to stand come morning…"

"Mm, don't reckon either of us'll be standin' come mornin' when I'm through with ya~" He growls playfully, leaning down to nip sharply at one sensitive ear.

Not wasting another moment, Elmo scoops Auley up into his muscular arms, carrying him the short distance to the simple military-issue cot. He deposits the slender wolf onto the thin mattress before prowling over him with a heated look.

"Now then Lieutenant, time for yer one-on-one trainin' session with ol' Sarge~" Waggling his bushy brows, Elmo makes quick work of the remaining fastenings on Auley's uniform. He nuzzles and nips his way down the wolf's pale torso, intent on showing Auley just how talented his mouth can be.

"E-Elmo! D-Don't you think we're moving rather swiftly?" He protests weakly, even as his fingers curl almost desperately into the sheets beneath him.

"Shucks, sorry darlin'." He murmured, gently caressing Auley's flushed cheek. "Got a bit carried away there. We can take this nice n' slow-like if ya prefer."

Propping himself up on one elbow, Elmo met Auley's uncertain gaze with sincerity shining in his own. "I'll follow yer lead Lieutenant. Just say the word and I'll stop straight away, no questions asked."

"I wanna make ya feel real good Auley. But more'n anythin', I want this to be special fer the both of us."

Auley meets Elmo's tender gaze, seeing the sincerity and care shining there. He sighs softly, reaching up to cup Elmo's scruffy cheek. "I apologize, my friend. This is all still quite new for me…" He admits with an awkward chuckle.

"Please, don't halt on my account. Just…go slowly. I wish to share this with you, Elmo." He punctuates this by guiding Elmo's calloused hand to resume its exploration of his torso.

Auley relaxes back against the thin mattress, focusing on the pleasant sensations of Elmo's touches. His own slender fingers trail lightly along the goat beastman's muscular arm.

"Mmmph… E-Elmo…" Auley gasps out, squirming half-heartedly even as his body responds eagerly to the brash goat beastman's touches.

Chuckling roguishly against Auley's throat, Elmo's dexterous fingers make short work of the fastenings on his trousers. He tugs them down slender hips along with Auley's undergarments, baring his swiftly swelling arousal to the cool air.

"There now, that's better ain't it?" Elmo drawls, wrapping his fingers around Auley's length and giving a slow, experimental stroke from base to flushed tip.

Auley arches sharply, a strangled moan escaping his throat at the intense sensation. His slender fingers twist almost desperately into the sheets, thighs falling open wider in tacit invitation. Flushed and panting softly, Auley meets Elmo's heated red gaze with pupils blown wide in a haze of desire.

"P-please Elmo…" He whispers pleadingly, rocking his hips to encourage those clever fingers to continue their intimate exploration.

Elmo growled hungrily as Auley pleaded so sweetly beneath him, the wolf lieutenant's slender thighs falling open in invitation. Not about to deny such temptation, the brash goat swiftly shifted lower, settling between Auley's splayed legs.

"Well now darlin', best brace yerself." Elmo rumbled with a roguish wink up at his soon-to-be lover. Not wasting another moment, he dipped his head to drag his rough tongue up the underside of Auley's flushed arousal.

The wolf lieutenant gasped sharply, back arching at the intense sensation. Chuckling, Elmo wrapped his lips around the slick tip, suckling firmly as his tongue swirled over sensitive flesh. He set an unhurried pace, calloused hands holding Auley's hips pinned to the creaking cot as Elmo took him deeper.

"Elmo! Oh sweet stars above…I-I can't…!" Auley's pleas dissolve into incoherent whimpers and gasps, thighs clamping around Elmo's shoulders like a vise. His lithe frame shudders, mismatched eyes screwed shut and teeth bared in a rictus of ecstasy as his peak crashes over him violently. Auley's essence spills in hot pulses over Elmo's tongue, frame going taut as a bowstring before collapsing limply back onto the cot, utterly spent.

Panting harshly, vision blurred, Auley blearily registers Elmo smirking down at him in smug satisfaction. The brash goat licks his lips lazily, looking thoroughly pleased with reducing the usually reserved Lieutenant to a gasping, trembling wreck so swiftly.

Pride swells in the burly goat beastman's chest at reducing his usually reserved lupine lover to a gasping, trembling wreck so swiftly. As Auley collapses limply atop the creaking cot, Elmo can't resist smirking in smug satisfaction.

"Well consarn Lieutenant, seems ya got yerself all tuckered out already!" He teases, wiping a trickle of spend from his scruffy chin. His own neglected arousal throbs almost painfully, but Elmo forces himself to be patient. This is Auley's first time being intimate after all - no need to rush things.

Leaning up to brush a tender kiss over Auley's damp brow, Elmo rumbles affectionately, "Just relax darlin' an' let ol' Elmo take good care o' ya…"

Reaching beneath the rumpled sheets, the goat beastman locates a small bottle of lubricant he'd tucked away earlier just in case. Flipping the cap, Elmo coats his fingers liberally in the slick gel before nudging Auley's thighs apart once more.

"This may feel a mite strange at first, but I promise it'll start feelin' real good soon…" He murmurs. Before Auley can tense up, Elmo circles the wolf's tight entrance with one blunt digit, gently working the muscle to relax as he presses inside. He watches Auley's face closely for any signs of discomfort, determined to make this first intimate experience as pleasurable as possible for his handsome Lieutenant.

"It's…quite alright, Elmo." He pants, reaching to grasp the burly goat's muscular forearm. "Please, continue…"

Elmo smiles, brushing a kiss over Auley's damp brow as he works that digit slowly in and out, stretching the tight ring of muscle. Before long a second blunt finger joins the first, scissoring gently to relax Auley further. The Lieutenant squirms, breath coming faster, flush spreading down his pale throat. The sensation shifts from strange to pleasurable shockingly fast thanks to Elmo's skill and care.

"Oh! Th-that's…Elmo!" Auley gasps out, back arching sharply off the cot. His renewed arousal throbs between their pressed bodies, pre beading at the flushed tip. Gripping Elmo's shoulders, Auley meets his gaze pleadingly, pupils blown wide with need.

"P-please, I need…more…"

Leaning down, Elmo silences Auley's pleas with a fierce, hungry kiss as he works a third thick finger inside the wolf's tight heat.

"Shhh darlin', I'll give ya everythin' ya need…" He rumbles tenderly once the kiss breaks for air. Deeming Auley sufficiently stretched after several moments, Elmo withdraws his fingers. The loss makes Auley whine, trying to chase the feeling of fullness. Chuckling, Elmo captures his wolf's lips in another searing kiss to distract him as the burly goat lines up his flushed, drooling arousal instead.

Bracing one forearm near Auley's head, Elmo reaches down with his free hand to guide his thick length to press against that loosened ring of muscle. "Jus' try 'n relax fer me sweetheart. I'll go nice 'n slow…" He murmurs. Holding Auley's feverish mismatched gaze, Elmo begins pressing forward, breaching the wolf's tight heat inch by inch until fully hilted. He groans low at the incredible velvety grip engulfing his throbbing member, forcing himself to hold still while Auley adjusts.

Auley gasps sharply as Elmo enters him, slender fingers digging into powerful biceps almost desperately at the overwhelming sensation. He forces himself to breathe through the initial discomfort, focusing on his lover's tender encouragement.

"I-it's alright…just go slowly please…"

Elmo smiles reassuringly, brushing a tender kiss over Auley's damp brow as he gives the wolf time to adjust. After long moments the Lieutenant gives an experimental roll of his hips, whimpering at the sparking pleasure-pain. Elmo takes it as permission to move, starting up a gentle pace until Auley is writhing and begging for more…

"Oh stars! Elmo please…harder!"

The burly goat beastman happily complies, powerful hips snapping harder into Auley's slender frame. The cot creaks and rattles faintly beneath them from the force of Elmo's thrusts. Bracing his hands against the wall at the head of the cot for leverage, Elmo drives into Auley relentlessly. Low groans and pleasured snarls spill from his throat as that velvety heat grips him like a vice…

"Consarn darlin'…yer squeezin' me tighter than a tick on a hound…"

Auley can only whimper and gasp, back bowed sharply off the cot at the overwhelming bliss crashing through him. His legs wrap tightly around Elmo's pistoning hips, pulling him deeper with each brutal thrust. The obscene sound of flesh slapping on flesh fills the small room amidst their mingled cries. Auley feels his peak approaching rapidly, claws raking bloody furrows down Elmo's flexing back…

"E-Elmo! I can't…I'm so close…!"

Elmo growls hungrily as he drives into Auley relentlessly, the creaking cot threatening to collapse beneath their combined weight. He braces his muscular forearms on either side of Auley's head, caging him in as Elmo pistons his hips brutally. The lewd sound of flesh slapping on flesh fills the small room amidst their pleasured cries.

"That's it darlin'…let it all out fer me…" Elmo rumbles, dipping his head to nip and suck a claiming mark on Auley's arched throat. The wolf lieutenant's pleasured wails gain a sharper, desperate edge - no doubt the entire floor can hear their enthusiastic coupling but Elmo is too lost to care.

When Auley digs his claws down Elmo's flexing back, something primal and possessive surges up inside the burly goat beastman. Snarling, he redoubles the brutal pace, angling to nail Auley's sweet spot on every thrust. The frame beneath them creaks alarmingly but Elmo is deaf to anything except his lover's ecstatic cries…

"Elmo! Oh sweet stars, right there…!"

"That's it darlin'…come fer me!"

Reaching between their sweat-slick bodies, Elmo grasps Auley's drooling arousal, stroking him swiftly in time with each ruthless snap of his hips. After only a few firm pulls, the wolf lieutenant goes rigid beneath him.

"E-Elmooo!" Wailing Elmo's name, Auley screams hoarsely as he spills himself violently across both their heaving chests…

The intense pulsing pressure around Elmo's thickness hurls him over the edge swiftly after his lover. Burying himself to the hilt, Elmo's release erupts powerfully deep inside Auley's still-spasming channel. Elmo collapses heavily atop his spent wolf, chest heaving and vision whiting out from the force of his climax…

"H-hot damn…Auley…"

They lay tangled together in a sweaty, panting heap for endless moments as their hearts gradually calm. Elmo nuzzles into Auley's throat, rumbling affectionately as he peppers the wolf's jaw with tender kisses. He's still buried deep inside Auley, unwilling to separate just yet…

"I got ya darlin'…jus' rest now…"

Stroking Auley's sweat-dampened nape, Elmo gently guides his exhausted Lieutenant's head to rest against his broad, furry chest. Holding Auley protectively close as the wolf slips into sated slumber, a feeling of rightness settling into Elmo's very bones. They belong together, now and always…

Chapter 21: One Night at Cloud's

Chapter Text

Nicholas sits behind his heavy oak desk, perusing a stack of supply reports with a furrowed brow. His glasses glint in the dim lighting of the office as he scratches notes with an elegant fountain pen. The occasional creak of leather sounds as he shifts his considerable bulk.

A knock at the sturdy door draws his attention. Setting aside the paperwork, Nicholas calls out "Enter!"

The heavy door swings open to reveal Major Owen standing rigidly at attention on the threshold. But before the reindeer can speak, a small furry figure zips past his legs into the office.

Nicholas blinks in surprise as the plush reindeer mascot prototype he and Auley crafted comes skittering across his desk. It bobs its fuzzy head up and down, front hooves pawing at a folded piece of paper clutched in its mouth.

"Well now, what have we here?" Chuckling, the ursine reaches out to retrieve the missive from the plush's jaws. As he scans the supply report delivered by their unusual courier, fond warmth blooms in Nicholas' chest. Glancing between the prototype and Owen's bemused expression, he beams.

"Brilliant idea to utilize our charming mascot for delivering messages! No doubt it will bolster spirits around the base." With a flourish, Nicholas scrawls his signature of approval on the document before gently nudging the plush reindeer back towards Owen.

"Please convey my thanks to Lieutenant Auley for this delightful surprise." He says sincerely, smile creasing his eyes. As the prototype ambles past Owen's legs out the door, Nicholas meets his lover's wry gaze, mirth glinting behind his spectacles. "Well Major? What do you think of our new messenger system?"

"It certainly seems…novel, Sir." He remarks diplomatically to Nicholas' inquiry about the mobile messaging system. Stepping further into the office, Owen comes to stand at crisp attention before his superior's desk. Ever professional when on duty.

"Though I cannot help wondering if our resident technophiles have considered potential security risks." Owen continues briskly. "What is to prevent sensitive information becoming compromised should one of these unmanned couriers fall into the wrong hands?"

He punctuates this concern by prodding the fuzzy mascot prototype still hovering near his feet with the toe of one polished boot. The plush gives an indignant squeak and attempts to nip at Owen's ankle in retaliation. Snorting faintly, the Major nudges it aside none-too-gently with the side of his foot.

"As you can see, the things have quite a mind of their own." Dry humor touches his usually stern tone. Sobering swiftly, Owen meets Nicholas' gaze squarely. "Which brings me to the actual purpose of my visit Sir. There have been…rumblings amongst some of the men about certain ongoing projects they feel unnecessary. Or even extravagant given our periodic supply constraints."

His steel grey eyes flick pointedly to the mobile plush still attempting to bite his bootlaces. Clearing his throat, Owen continues. "I assured them Lieutenant Auley's work is sanctioned by you of course. But the grumbling persists."

Nicholas tapped his temple pensively "You make a fair point regarding potential security risks, my dear Major." He conceded with an approving nod. "We shall have to establish protocols controlling access to the prototype couriers before full implementation."

Leaning back in his creaking leather chair, the ursine commander removed his spectacles to thoughtfully clean the lenses. "As for supply constraints, the materials used were mostly scrap donations from defunct animatronic parts." Nicholas explained matter-of-factly. "However, I agree perceptions of preferential treatment could undermine unit cohesion."

Replacing his glasses, Nicholas met Owen's gaze squarely. "Please inform Allen that resources from the animatronic materials must be utilized equally amongst our personnel moving forward." He instructed. "In fact, have Auley assemble a focus group to brainstorm new applications benefiting Cloud as a whole. His skills would surely thrive with such a challenge."

"And remind our resident technophile he has my full confidence in directing use of the donated materials. Within reason of course." He added wryly.

Just then, the fuzzy mascot prototype bumped insistently against Owen's ankle once more. Nicholas bit back a chuckle as the testy little thing attempted gnawing the polished leather of Owen's boot.

"See to it our charming courier doesn't take any toes as recompense Major." Nicholas advised, humor crinkling the corners of his eyes. He made a mental note to inquire after increasing durability for the next iterations.

"Quite the feisty little thing." Owen remarked dryly, nudging the plush away again with the toe of one boot. "I shall inform Lieutenant Auley of your directives regarding equitable use of the donated materials, Sir."

Owen turned on his heels and marched out of the office. He headed towards the workshop where he knew Auley would be tinkering with his newest project. The Major's pace was brisk, posture straight, ears perked and eyes scanning the area out of habit. Two lower-ranked soldiers he passed by on his way greeted Owen with a sharp salute which he acknowledged with a curt nod.

Reaching the double doors leading into the bustling workshop, Owen stepped inside. The low but constant hum of machinery immediately greeted his ears. Navigating between several ongoing projects, Owen spotted Auley hunched over one of the workbenches, completely focused on the intricate wiring laid out before him.

Approaching the preoccupied wolf, Owen called out in his usual crisp tone: "Lieutenant Auley."

Getting no response, the Major cleared his throat sharply. Still engrossed in his work, Auley remained oblivious to Owen's presence. Suppressing a flicker of irritation, the reindeer strode closer and addressed the Lieutenant again, louder this time: "Auley!"

Startled, the wolf jerked ramrod straight on his stool, nearly toppling off it. Owen's hand shot out swiftly to grasp Auley's shoulder, steadying him before he ended up sprawled on the floor. Blinking wide mismatched eyes behind a pair of magnification goggles, Auley peered up at Owen hovering sternly over him.

"O-oh! Apologies Major, I didn't hear you come in. Erm…was there something you needed?"

Owen releases Auley's shoulder, expression neutral "Yes, I've just come from briefing the Commander regarding…logistical concerns some soldiers raised over allocation of certain materials." His steel grey gaze flicks meaningfully to the intricate electronics scattered across the workbench.

"I-I see. And what did Mr. Briant have to say on the matter?"

"He stressed that resources from defunct animatronics must be utilized equally amongst Cloud personnel from now on."

Seeing Auley's crestfallen look, Owen continues briskly but not unkindly "You've been instructed to assemble a focus group brainstorming new applications benefiting operations overall. Mr. Briant made clear you still have his full confidence directing use of the donated materials…within reason."

He emphasizes that last bit with a stern look. Glancing around the chaotic workspace, Owen catches sight of the fuzzy mascot prototype attempting to sneak up on one of the other engineers. Striding over, he snags it by the scruff before it can startle the unsuspecting beastman.

Owen addresses Auley crisply as he returns dragging the wriggling plush "See that your charming courier doesn't take any fingers as compensation. Now, do you require anything further from me Lieutenant?"

Auley takes the plush mascot prototype from Owen, holding it protectively as his ears flatten guiltily. "Ah, I see. My apologies, Major. I allowed my enthusiasm to get ahead of practical considerations." He admits with an awkward chuckle.

"As for the animatronic materials, the engineers have floated some intriguing ideas already. Perhaps you would be willing to provide additional perspective?""We've discussed potential applications like a tracking system to monitor patrol routes in real time. Or even a basic artificial intelligence to help automate supply requisitions."

Glancing over his shoulder, Auley smiles hopefully. "With your experience managing operations here at Cloud, I'm certain you have valuable insights into areas that could benefit from a technological boost." His odd eyes gleam eagerly behind the magnification goggles still perched atop his head. "So what do you think Major? Any glaring issues our skills could potentially address?"

Before Owen could respond, Elmo approaches them as he clears his throat gruffly to announce his presence.

"Pardon the interruption gents, but we got ourselves a situation brewin'." He explains, "Seems ol' Gracia is fixin' to throw another of his wild n' crazy parties here in a few days."

Sighing heavily, Elmo shakes his shaggy head. "Consarn it, we just finished cleanin' up from his last shindig too. Dang bear don't never learn when enough's enough."

He meets Owen's stern gaze entreatingly. "Was hopin' ya might have some ideas on reelin' him in afore things get too outta hand again."

Elmo grins slyly, beckoning Owen and Auley closer. Once they lean in, he begins outlining his idea in an exaggerated conspiratorial whisper: "So here's what I'm thinkin' fellas - we rig that there A.I. security system up into some kinda spooky robot enforcer! Give it creepy glowin' eyes, make the voice all ominous-like."

He punctuates this dramatic suggestion by waggling his fingers and putting on a theatrical ghostly moan that makes Auley chuckle. Sobering after a moment, Elmo continues earnestly: "But in all seriousness, if we make the thing look scary n' threatening, that oughta put the fear o' the Machine God into any would-be rabble-rousers!"

"I believe I may have some ideas to make our AI enforcer sufficiently intimidating to deter would-be troublemakers." He remarks with an eager gleam in his odd-colored eyes. "Leave the physical design and special effects to me!"

Clapping his hands together enthusiastically, Auley begins rummaging around his chaotic workspace for drafting materials. Soon he has a blank sheet pinned to his table, pencil scratching swiftly as he sketches out a broad, hulking robotic form.

"Let's see, glowing eyes and an ominous voice module should be simple enough…perhaps some wisps of mist or smoke around the lower body for an extra spectral touch? Oooh, and maybe claws wreathed in electricity arcs!" The creative sparks are clearly flying for the wolf lieutenant as he chatters animatedly about ominous design elements for their AI enforcer.

After several minutes, Auley straightens with a flourish, holding up his completed concept sketch proudly. "Well gentlemen, behold our spectral sentry!"

The illustration depicts a hulking robotic figure - broad-shouldered with long, multi-jointed arms ending in wicked talons. Glowing eyes peer out from beneath a heavy brow ridge, matching smaller spotlights studding its barrel-like chest and heavy shoulder pauldrons. Stylized smoke swirls around its lower body where thick hydraulic pistons serve as legs. The overall look screams intimidating and otherworldly.

"Well? What do you think? Should be sufficient to strike fear into the hearts of would-be rabble rousers, yes?"

The next few days pass in a blur of planning, tinkering and tweaking as Elmo, Auley and Owen collaborate to bring their Spectral Sentry idea to unsettling reality. More than once Owen has to reign in some of the more…creative embellishments envisioned by the excitable Auley and Elmo.

"Perhaps less emphasis on ominous sound effects and more on the actual security functions?" He suggests diplomatically during one planning session after the umpteenth creepy audio clip of wailing ghosts and rattling chains that Auley enthusiastically plays for them.

"Oh very well, you make a fair point I suppose…" He pouts slightly but nods, setting aside the offending speaker.

But eventually after much trial and error, their efforts come to fruition. The newly dubbed S.A.M. (Security Automated Monitor) stands imposing and foreboding in a darkened corner of the primary storage bay that has been repurposed as its command center. Glowing optics survey the banks of monitors streaming live footage throughout the base. Sinister fog swirls around S.A.M.'s thick hydraulic legs, the occasional electric arc crackling across its wicked metallic claws.

"Well gentlemen? What do you think?"

"Hot damn!" Elmo let's out an impressed whistle, "That thing's creepier than a witch's privy parts! Ol' Gracia's gonna soil his britches for sure when this big fella comes stompin' for him."

"Let us hope the reality matches expectations Sergeant." He remarks evenly, though there might be a hint of pride glinting in those steel grey eyes as he surveys their handiwork. "Best we conduct some field tests before unleashing our spectral sentry upon the masses…"

"Not to worry Major B, I got just the thing to put this creepy contraption through its paces!" The burly goat declared. Beckoning them both closer in a conspiratorial manner, he elaborated in a theatrical whisper…

The mess hall was bustling with activity, soldiers drinking and laughing boisterously as music blared from the old jukebox in the corner. Gracia stood by the makeshift bar, overseeing as Ian and a couple other beastmen set out bottles and glasses in preparation for the night's revelry.

Hearing the doors bang open, Gracia glanced over with a broad grin as Elmo sauntered in. He thumped the burly goat on the shoulder in greeting. "There's my main party animal! Was startin' to wonder if you'd make it buddy."

Noticing Elmo scanning the chaotic scene, Gracia leaned in conspiratorially. I know, I know, the Major'd have my hide if he caught wind of this whole shindig." He laughed, clearly unconcerned by the prospect of Owen's wrath. "But Cookie was able to smuggle in a fine stash of hooch that'd be a cryin' shame to let go to waste!"

As if on cue, the old ram emerged from the kitchens levitating a literal tower of liquor bottles above his curled horns. Raucous cheers and whistles erupted from the rowdy beastmen. Gracia threw an arm around Elmo's shoulders, grinning broadly. "Tonight we drink 'til dawn boys!"

Elmo nursed his drink, nodding along to the thumping music as Gracia regaled him with grandiose tales of mischief and mayhem. But while the burly goat beastman smiled and laughed in all the right places, part of his focus remained tuned to their surroundings. His keen red gaze continuously scanned the increasingly rowdy mess hall, watching for the agreed upon signal.

When Elmo spotted the fuzzy little Major Reindeer mascot prototype come skittering through the chaos, he set down his half-finished drink and clapped Gracia on the back. "Welp, all this excitement's got me hankerin' fer a bit o' fresh air!" He declared loudly over the music. "I'mma step out back a spell - try not to have too much fun without me fellas!"

Amidst playful jeers and calls of "Lightweight!" from the tipsy partygoers, Elmo made his way towards a side exit. Pausing in the doorway, he glanced over his shoulder to where Gracia was lining up a row of shot glasses along the bar. Flashing his old friend a roguish wink and grin, Elmo pushed through the door and out into dimly lit hallways, making swift tracks for the rendezvous point.

Gracia watches Elmo leave, a bemused grin tugging at his lips. He shakes his head, chuckling under his breath. "That ol' goat never could hold his liquor."

Turning back to the rowdy party in full swing around him, Gracia grabs a bottle of whiskey and splashes more into the lineup of grimy shot glasses on the bar. He passes them out to the circle of spectators eagerly awaiting the drinking game.

"Alright boys, ya know the rules! First one to hit the floor buys the next crate of hooch!" A chorus of rowdy cheers erupts at Gracia's declaration. The burly bear lifts his own shot with a broad wink. "Bottoms up!"

He tosses the drink back, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows the harsh liquor. Slamming the empty glass upside down on the bar, Gracia braces his meaty hands on the counter as the alcohol burns a fiery trail down his gullet. Raucous laughter and encouragement rings out from the spectators at his display.

As the other competitors start taking their shots, Gracia's amber eyes gleam with mischief. These boys have no idea the kind of drinking prowess they're up against thanks to his ursine constitution. He'll drink every last one of them under the table and enjoy every minute of their misery tomorrow!

Guffawing at the thought, Gracia turns to refill his glass with co*cky confidence. This party is just getting started!

Gracia stood by the makeshift bar, pouring drinks for the rowdy crowd of soldiers. He was in his element - laughing, joking, egging on the escalating drinking games. This was shaping up to be one wild party!

A sudden commotion at the bathroom drew Gracia's attention. He glanced over with a scowl as Candyman came stumbling out. "Hey pipe down over there!" Gracia bellowed, annoyed by the disruption.

But Candyman seemed truly distressed, ears pinned back and eyes wide with shock. "G-Gracia sir! You gotta come quick, it's bad!" He exclaimed.

With a resigned sigh, Gracia set down his drink and lumbered over. "This better be good…" He grumbled. Candyman just gestured frantically for Gracia to follow him into the bathroom.

As soon as Gracia stepped through the door his nostrils flared, the harsh scent of paint fumes assaulting his sensitive nose. Snarling, he surveyed the damage - someone had spray painted vicious looking red letters across the wall reading "Last Warning!"

"What in blazes…?" Gracia growled, hackles rising. This had to be some kind of stupid prank. Whirling around, he jabbed a thick finger at Candyman's chest. "Alright, which one of you fools decided to vandalize my party??"*

Candyman threw his hands up frantically. "I swear it wasn't any of us! We all just found it like this a minute ago!" His distressed tone gave Gracia pause. Ears slowly drooping, the ursine glanced around warily. Maybe this wasn't just a dumb joke…

"Right…well, let's get this cleaned up for now. And keep it quiet!" He added sharply. "Don't want to rile everyone up over what's probably just some booze-fueled mischief."

But as Candyman hurried off to fetch cleaning supplies, Gracia couldn't shake an uneasy feeling in his gut.

Gracia paced back and forth, running a paw through his disheveled headfur in frustration. The party had started out raucously enough, but over the last hour things had taken a decidedly ominous turn. Strange noises, creepy messages, and now guests were trickling out, unsettled by the weird events.

"What in blazes is going on here?" Gracia growled under his breath. This was HIS party - he wasn't about to let some foolish prankster ruin all his hard work!

Just then another bloodcurdling shriek rang out from the bathroom, making several soldiers jump. Gracia threw his arms up with a snarl. "That tears it! Ian, Boris, with me. We're getting to the bottom of these shenanigans!"

Storming towards the bathroom with the two burly beastmen on his heels, Gracia threw open the door expecting to catch some idiot mid-prank. But the room was empty, more cryptic graffiti now staining the walls. His hackles rose, a chill chasing down his spine…

"Th-there! Did you see? Eyes, in the dark vent…" Boris stammered, pointing a shaky claw towards the open air ducts along the wall. But only inky darkness filled the space.

Swallowing hard, Gracia backed out of the bathroom with his companions. This was getting too creepy even for HIS tastes. As the door swung shut, a brief flash of glowing eyes and an ominous disembodied cackle made them all yelp. Whirling around, Gracia scanned the chaotic party scene with new unease. Just what the hell WAS going on here?

The lights in the mess hall suddenly cut out, plunging the chaotic party scene into darkness save for the dim red glow of backup strips along the floor. Confused shouts ring out amidst shattering glass. Gracia freezes, blinking rapidly as his eyes struggle to adjust.

"The hell…? Who turned out the damn lights?!" He snarls, scowling towards the other beastmen gathered around the makeshift bar. But before anyone can respond, an eerie, discordant klaxon begins blaring from the overhead speakers making them all jump.

Heart hammering, Gracia glances around warily as the exits flash into view under pulsing crimson emergency strobes.

A chorus of startled screams erupts from the front of the mess hall. Whirling towards the source, Gracia's hackles spike in instinctive alarm. The double doors have swung open, framing a hulking, misshapen figure wreathed in wisps of smoke. Glowing optics peer out from beneath a heavy brow, sending a primal spike of fear through Gracia's gut.

He breathes, taking an involuntary step back even as his mind struggles to comprehend what he's seeing. The thing standing in the doorway looks like something out of a nightmare - and impossibly, it seems to have…Elmo's head gripped in its fanged maw?!

"No no no, this can't be happening…!" Gracia staggers back another step, bile rising in his throat as he spots Elmo's limp body dangling from the monstrosity's jaws, blood dripping down its metal chin. Before he can even begin to process this horrifying sight, more screams erupt from behind him as two more misshapen beasts burst forth from the kitchens and bathroom.

"EVERYBODY OUT! NOW!!" Gracia roars, primal panic flooding his system. All around soldiers scramble over overturned furniture and spilled drinks, funneling towards any exit away from the inexplicable horrors pursuing them. Gracia follows swiftly, shoving the last stragglers ahead of him through a side door before slamming it shut. The thump of heavy footfalls against the floor echoes just behind the barred door followed by an eerie, guttural cackle.

Gracia sprinted down the dimly lit corridor, chest heaving and heart hammering against his ribs as primal panic flooded his system. Behind him echoed the heavy footfalls and eerie screeches of those horrifying animatronics that had burst into his party, sending his guests fleeing in terror.

Skidding around a corner, Gracia risked a glance over his shoulder. A choked cry escaped his throat as he spotted one of the misshapen beasts barreling towards him, glowing eyes fixed hungrily on its prey. Pushing himself to run faster, Gracia raced towards a sturdy looking door, praying it would provide sanctuary.

Just as clawed fingers grazed the back of his shirt, Gracia dove through the doorway. He slammed his considerable bulk against it, managing to force it shut and drop the heavy locking bar just as the animatronic collided heavily with the other side. An unearthly wail of frustration sounded, accompanied by the screech of metal on metal.

Panting harshly, Gracia scanned his dim surroundings, eyes wide with lingering panic. It appeared to be one of the old storage bays, currently empty save for him. At least he seemed to have lost his pursuers for the moment. Slumping back against the door, Gracia dragged a paw over his face, struggling to slow his racing heart.

"Sweet baby cheeses…what in blazes did I just see?" He muttered, shaking his great head in disbelief. The image of poor Elmo dangling from that beast's jaws kept replaying, making his gut churn. Gracia swallowed hard, fighting back a wave of nausea.

A faint skittering sound snapped his attention up. Gracia tensed, hackles rising as his gaze darted around the shadowy room.

"H-hello? Someone there?" He called out gruffly, proud that his voice only wavered a little. The skittering paused briefly at his words before resuming, seeming to circle around behind some crates. Gracia pushed off the door, body coiled warily as he took a cautious step towards the noise. "Look, I dunno what kinda messed up prank this is, but ya'll better quit it right now before I really lose my temper!"

His threat echoed in the empty space. When no response came, Gracia crept forward, one meaty paw curling into a fist. As he drew closer to the stack of crates, a small furry shape suddenly darted out from the shadows. Gracia yelped, stumbling back a step before recognizing the interloper.

"What the-?! It's that blasted toy reindeer!" He exclaimed, hackles settling. But no sooner had the words left his mouth than an ear-splitting screech rang out directly behind Gracia. Whirling, he found himself face-to-face with one of the spindly animatronics, it's horrifying jaws wide open as it leaped upon him.

Gracia found himself lying on the cold floor, his muscles aching and mind reeling. He pushed himself up with a groan, trying to make sense of his surroundings through the pounding headache.

"What in tarnation…?" He muttered, blinking in confusion at the small crowd of equally dazed and distressed beastmen around him. His gaze landed on Auley standing nearby, the wolf lieutenant looking annoyingly smug. It all came flooding back - the creepy pranks disrupting his party, being chased by horrific animatronics…

Gracia staggered to his feet, jabbing an accusatory claw at Auley. "This was YOUR doing, wasn't it Fido?!" He snarled, lips curling to reveal sharp fangs. Humiliation and outrage warred within the burly ursine. His hackles rose as he took a threatening step towards the Lieutenant. "I oughta cuff those flea-bitten ears o' yours for this stunt!"

"That's quite enough, Lieutenant." The Major said sharply. "What Lieutenant Auley and Officer Elmo orchestrated here tonight was at my behest."

Gracia blinked, temporarily derailed by this admission. He gaped at Owen. "Y-you put them up to this?!" He spluttered in disbelief. Gracia winced as Elmo let out a bleating laugh nearby, the goat beastman looking far too delighted by Gracia's distress.

"Dang right he did!" Elmo exclaimed with a broad grin. "Though ya gotta admit, them spooky robot monsters I suggested really took things up a notch. Won't catch ya throwin' no more wild parties now, will it buddy?"

He dissolved into obnoxious guffaws again. Gracia clenched his fists, mortified rage burning through his veins. He turned pleading eyes on Owen, gesturing angrily at his supposed friends. "C'mon Major B, this ain't right! Can't ya discipline these rapscallions fer nearly scarin' us half to death??"

Owen stood with his arms crossed, expression stern as he regarded the indignant Gracia and his rowdy cohorts. The Major's sharp steel grey gaze took in the chaos of the now empty mess hall - overturned furniture, spilled drinks, debris scattered everywhere. Returning his attention to Gracia, Owen remarked briskly:

"While the methods were…extreme, the desired effect was achieved. These creations of Lieutenant Auley and Officer Elmo served their purpose well in discouraging further unsanctioned activities."

Ignoring Gracia's spluttering protests, Owen continued evenly: "Consider this an official warning - any further incidents of unauthorized parties or other illicit activities will be dealt with most harshly."

His stern gaze swept over the unruly beastmen, expression brooking no argument. "And as the one responsible for this particular…situation, you Lieutenant Gracia shall have the honor of overseeing cleanup duties here."

Gracia's jaw dropped in dismay but Owen cut off his building tirade with a sharp slash of his hand. "Not another word, or you'll also be leading morning fitness training for the next month. Understood?"

Glowering mutinously, Gracia nevertheless closed his mouth with an almost audible snap. His meaty fists clenched at his sides but he offered no further argument. Satisfied that his edict would be obeyed - however grudgingly - Owen gave a curt nod. Turning on his heel, he strode briskly towards the mess hall exit, sparing a stern glance for Auley and Elmo.

"Escort our spectral creations back to the storage bay then report for debriefing, both of you." He instructed crisply before pushing through the doors without a backward glance.

The mess hall was eerily silent in the aftermath of Gracia's interrupted party and the subsequent chaos caused by Auley and Elmo's unsettling animatronic creations. A sullen Gracia and his subdued cohorts began the tedious process of righting overturned furniture and clearing away the debris littering the space, grumbling under their breath about the "unfair" punishment.

Meanwhile, Auley and Elmo were escorting the hulking spectral machines back to storage under Major Owen Brayden's stern orders. Elmo scratched his scruffy chin, glancing sidelong at Auley as they walked.

"Ya think we mighta gone a lil overboard with the spook factor on them contraptions?" He asked, bushy eyebrows raising. "I ain't never seen ol' Gracia so shook up before!"

"Perhaps, but the results speak for themselves - I doubt he'll be throwing any more chaotic parties anytime soon!" Auley chuckled softly, an impish gleam in his odd eyes.

Gracia grumbles under his breath as he picks up another overturned chair, setting it roughly back on four legs with a loud thud. His friends mill about silently, righting other pieces of furniture and collecting shards of broken glass into buckets.

"Blasted tin cans…nearly soiled my britches when that one jumped me in the storage bay." Gracia mutters, recalling the terrifying moment. He shudders, then scowls towards the mess hall exit where Auley and Elmo had departed with their nightmarish creations.

"Mark my words, those rapscallions are gonna pay for this humiliation!" He snarls, slamming a meaty fist into his open palm. The other beastmen eye him warily but say nothing, unwilling to risk further wrath from either Gracia or the Major and his new robotic enforcers.

As Gracia turns back to continue the tedious cleanup, his amber gaze falls on the little fuzzy mascot prototype attempting to sneak towards the exit. With a growl, he stomps over and snatches up the wriggling plush by its fuzzy scruff.

"And as for you, ya squeaky little snitch…" He gives the prototype a rough shake, grinning nastily. "I oughta hang ya by those silly antlers somewhere the Lieutenant can't find ya!"

Just then, a bone-chilling metallic roar echoes from somewhere down the corridor outside. Gracia freezes, blood turning to ice in his veins. The little mascot gives an indignant squeak, squirming fiercely until the ursine's grip goes slack. It drops to the floor and immediately scurries away, fuzzy behind disappearing through the closing doors.

Swallowing thickly, Gracia turns back to continue cleaning, his earlier rage extinguished. Those blasted animatronics seem to have eyes and ears everywhere! Grumbling under his breath, the subdued bear gets back to work…

Chapter 22: Owen Brayden 3

Chapter Text

Nicholas sits behind his heavy oak desk, spectacles perched on his broad muzzle as he reviews a sheaf of documents. The only sounds disturbing the stillness of the dimly lit office are the scratch of his fountain pen, the occasional creak of leather as the ursine shifts his considerable bulk.

After several minutes, Nicholas sets aside his paperwork with a weary sigh. Reaching up to remove his glasses, he rubs at the dark fur beneath his eyes before replacing the spectacles and focusing on Major Owen standing at attention on the opposite side of the desk.

"It seems my contacts were able to uncover further troubling details about our mysterious neighbors, Owen." Nicholas rumbles grimly, steepling his thick fingers atop the polished desktop. "They appear to be a front for a shadowy organization known as the 'Cult of Winter'. Fanatics obsessed with the occult and supernatural forces."

"Worse still, it's evident now that the cabal Mason was a part of has been funneling them resources and compromising Cloud's security for years…all to undermine our operations."

Shaking his great head, Nicholas heaves another weary sigh. He removes his glasses to pinch the bridge of his muzzle. "On the legal front I've made some headway safeguarding our interests should open conflict arise. But it will likely spur these cultists to bolder action soon enough."

"This news deeply troubes me, Sir." He remarks grimly. "Fanatical occultists could prove even more unpredictable and dangerous opponents than typical mercenaries or bandits."

Owen paces the small confines of the office, boots ringing sharply on the metal flooring, hands clasped rigidly behind his back. After a few terse moments he comes to stand before Nicholas' desk once more, keen gaze meeting the ursine's squarely.

"Have you given thought to preemptive action? I could lead a covert team to infiltrate and sabotage the station, disrupt their operations from within." He suggests crisply. One hand comes to rest on the polished grip of his holstered sidearm almost reflexively.

"A covert infiltration could prove highly effective if executed properly." The ursine commander agrees after a thoughtful pause. "However, we must first gather more intelligence to ascertain the most vulnerable aspects of their operation."

Leaning back in the creaking leather chair, Nicholas fixes Owen with an appraising look. "Have Officer Elmo assemble a scout team at once. His 'extra senses' should prove invaluable for probing the fanatics' defenses without risking open confrontation at this stage."

"Once we know more about what we're facing, we can formulate a decisive plan to disrupt their schemes. For now, patience and care are paramount."

Retreating to the small liquor cabinet in the corner, Nicholas pours two fingers of amber spirits into a crystal glass. He takes a slow sip, letting the harsh liquid fortify him against darker thoughts of the threats lurking just beyond Cloud's borders.

"See to coordinating with Elmo right away on assembling his team." Nicholas instructs, gaze distant as schemes and counter-schemes churn behind those sharp turquoise eyes. "I want scouting operations underway before week's end if possible. The longer we delay, the more time our enemies have to prepare."

"Understood Sir. I will brief Officer Elmo immediately on assembling a scout team for initial reconnaissance."

Offering Nicholas a crisp salute, Owen pivots on his heels and strides briskly from the office. His boots ring out sharply against the metal flooring of the dimly lit hallway. Any soldiers he passes quickly move aside, standing at respectful attention beneath the Major's stern gaze. Owen acknowledges them only with the occasional curt nod, too focused on his current objective to stand on discipline or ceremony.

Approaching the newer wing housing the junior officer quarters, Owen comes to a halt outside Elmo's door. He raps his knuckles against the metal, the sound echoing faintly down the empty corridor.

"Officer Elmo, are you present? I have new orders from Commander Briant requiring your urgent attention."

Muffled cursing sounds from within followed by a loud thud and scrambling footsteps. A moment later the door hisses open, revealing a disheveled Elmo clad only in a half-buttoned shirt and boxer shorts. The scruffy goat blinks blearily up at Owen hovering sternly over him, looking as if he just woke up.

"Oh! Uh, mornin' Major B sir. Sorry 'bout my state o' undress, was just catchin' a quick catnap…"

"At 1400 hours, Officer?" Owen arches one brow, his tone clipped.

Elmo flushes beneath his rumpled fur, grinning awkwardly "Heh, uh well ya see sir I was up late last night goin' over maintenance reports an' such, wanted to rest my eyes a spell…"

"I see. In that case, please 'rest your eyes' getting dressed so we may discuss the urgent orders from Commander Briant."

Elmo's ears flatten further, properly chastised. He ducks back into his modest quarters, rummaging sounds echoing for a minute before the goat beastman reappears looking marginally more presentable. He steps into the hall with Owen, standing at attention beneath the Major's stern gaze.

"Right, sorry 'bout that Major B. Now what's this about new orders from the Commander?"

Elmo straightens up, blinking away the last remnants of sleep at Owen's swift briefing. His ears perk forward attentively, expression turning grim as he absorbs this critical new assignment.

"Right ya are, Major Owen. I'll get right on assemblin' my best scouts for sneakin' a peek at them cultist varmints." He declares, thumping a fist against his broad chest. Sobering swiftly, Elmo asks, "Any idea on what kinda freaky biz these Winter fanatics are gettin' up to out there?"

Owen frowns pensively "Beyond the usual disturbing occult nonsense? Hard to say for certain at this stage…"

He pauses, considering for a moment before continuing grimly. "But Commander Briant's contacts implied talk of 'waking ancient forces' and 'appeasing cruel gods' and such. So expect the abnormal, Officer."

“Tch, bunch o' crazy goat lovers if ya ask me. We'll poke around real quiet-like though, get the lay o' the land." Elmo snorts derisively.

"Then once we know what makes 'em tick, we can plan how best to put the fear o' the Machine God in them varmints!"

The reindeer arches one brow "See that you remain covert and exercise due caution, Officer Elmo. This operation requires a delicate touch - something I admit does not come naturally to you."

His usually stern tone holds a note of wry humor however. Owen knows despite Elmo's typical bravado, the stalwart goat understands well the gravity of their situation.

"Yeah yeah, I hear ya Major B. We'll be real sneaky-like, scout's honor!"

With a jaunty salute, Elmo turns to head off and select his team. But he pauses after a few steps, glancing back over his shoulder sheepishly. "Oh, uh would ya mind also lettin' Auley know I'll be shippin' out later? Still got some…personal business to wrap up with him aforehead."

The burly goat punctuates this vague remark by waggling his bushy eyebrows suggestively. Before Owen can respond, Elmo hastens away down the hall with an obnoxious bleat of laughter

Owen strode briskly down the metal corridor towards Cloud's main armory and vehicle depot. His polished boots rang out sharply against the floor with each step, posture rigidly straight beneath his crisp uniform. Keen steel grey eyes continuously scanned his surroundings, ever alert to any issues that may require addressing.

Rounding a corner, Owen nearly collided with a pair of beastmen hauling a large crate between them. They stumbled to a clumsy halt, dropping the heavy box with a resounding CLANG!

Soldier 1: "Oof! Ah crap, sorry 'bout that Major!"

Soldier 2: "Yeah wasn't watchin' where we was goin'…"

The two privates cringed beneath Owen's stern gaze, clearly expecting a harsh reprimand for their carelessness. But to their surprise, the Major simply inclined his head politely and stepped around the spilled crate.

"No harm done. But do take care in the future - can't have anyone getting injured from avoidable accidents." His tone remained crisp yet not unkind as he continued on his way. The two soldiers stared after Owen in mute shock at his uncharacteristic tolerance. Shaking themselves from their stupor after a moment, they scrambled to gather up the dropped supplies and continue their task.

Soon, Owen’s stroll takes him to the training area, steel grey eyes scanning the space for anything amiss as soldiers drill combat maneuvers. His polished boots ring sharply off the metal flooring with each step, posture ramrod straight beneath his crisp uniform. Hands are clasped rigidly behind his back, expression stern as ever.

As Owen passes the bench lining one wall, his gaze falls upon a miserable looking ursine sprawled atop it - none other than the usually irrepressible Gracia. The burly beastman pants harshly, uniform soaked with sweat from his recent fitness training under Owen's strict orders. Noticing the Major's approach, Gracia lifts his head with a faint groan.

"Ugghhh…mornin' Major." Gracia greets with another faint groan, forcing himself upright on the bench. He scrubs a broad paw down his sweaty features, grimacing. "Feels like that blasted routine gets harder every day. Pretty sure my legs are fixin' to fall clean off."

The big ursine punctuates this complaint by rubbing at his thickly muscled thighs, wincing. Despite his whining tone, Owen likely notes a marked improvement in Gracia's stamina and physique over the past weeks. The strict additional training seems to be having positive effects, much as Gracia loathes admitting it.

With a gusty sigh, the bear slumps forward, bracing his forearms on his knees. His usual grin is notably absent, replaced by a sullen glower as he meets Owen's gaze almost beseechingly. "C'mon Major, how much longer ya gonna keep this up? Ain't been a lick of fun around here since you and them other rapscallions busted up my party."

Gracia's tone turns pleading, ears drooping pitifully. "Have a heart sir! Just lemme have one little get-together to lift the boys' spirits. I swear it won't get outta hand this time!"

He attempts his most charming, roguish smile but it comes out closer to a pained grimace. Gracia fidgets under Owen's scrutiny, sweat dripping down his brow. After a few moments he sags, heaving another gusty sigh. "I know, I know, ya ain't budgin' on this…"

"I suppose allowing small gatherings would not undermine discipline overmuch." He concedes after a moment, the corner of his stern mouth quirking upward subtly. "So long as you refrain from getting too…rambunctious."

Gracia immediately perks up at this, a broad grin splitting his sweaty features as he sits upright on the bench. "Hah, now yer talkin' Major B! Just a few close pals, some good grub, a little music - no crazy shenanigans, I swear it!"

He mimes crossing his heart before springing up from his seat with a lively oath. "This calls for a drink! C'mon, first round's on me!"

Gracia goes to heartily slap Owen on the back in his excitement but thinks better of it when the Major arches one brow. Clearing his throat gruffly, the big ursine settles for an exaggerated salute instead. "I swear I'll be on my best behavior sir!"

As Gracia turns to hurry off, no doubt to share the good news and start planning this modest gathering, Owen calls after him evenly: "One toe out of line Lieutenant and I'll set the Sentries on you again."

Gracia freezes in his tracks. Swallowing audibly, he glances back over his shoulder, skin visibly paling beneath his fur. "Uh r-right you are sir! Not a peep outta me, nossiree!"

With that rather less enthusiastic assurance, Gracia beats a swift retreat to go spread the news, giving the training area exit a wide berth on pure instinct. Owen's gaze follows Gracia's hasty departure, a glint of wry amusem*nt entering those keen steel grey eyes.

Satisfied matters here are in hand, Owen continues his rounds through the base. He pauses to observe an urban combat drill, nodding in approval as the squad moves in flawless coordination to breach a mock structure. His sharp eye notes one private favoring his left leg however. Making a mental note to follow up on possible injury later, Owen strides on.

Eventually his path takes him past the research and development wing. The low but constant hum of machinery greets his ears even from the corridor. Just then, the heavy doors hiss open to allow a pair of technicians to exit, arms laden with equipment. Owen catches the door deftly before it can close, holding it open as the two beastmen shuffle past murmuring thanks.

Stepping inside the bustling workshop, Owen neatly sidesteps an autonomous drone zipping by on some errand. His gaze sweeps the organized chaos, cataloguing status of various ongoing projects. Not spotting who he's looking for right away, Owen neatly dodges a few more drones before that familiar slender shadow catches his eye.

Auley was hunched over his workbench, odd-colored eyes narrowed in concentration behind a pair of magnification goggles. His slender fingers moved swiftly, connecting microfilaments and wiring between two helmet-like devices. Tongue poking from the corner of his mouth, Auley carefully attached one last wire before straightening with a satisfied hum.

There, that should complete the neural interface connections." He murmured, more to himself than anyone else. Reaching out, Auley made a few swift key taps on his laptop. The twin helmets powered on, lights flickering across their sleek surfaces as systems initialized.

Glancing over, Auley spotted Major Owen Brayden striding briskly towards his workstation. The wolf perked up, offering Owen a smile.

"Ah, good timing Major! I was just completing work on the prototype VR combat simulator Elmo requested." His ears then drooped faintly, smile fading. "Though it seems he has rescinded his offer to test it out with me for some reason. A shame, it would have been enlightening getting direct feedback."

At the mention of Elmo, a flicker of guilt passed through Owen's steel grey eyes. He knew the reason for Elmo's sudden unavailability was the critical scouting mission he had tasked the stalwart Officer with. But operational security prevented disclosing such details.

"My apologies, Lieutenant. I'm afraid Officer Elmo has been assigned a sensitive mission vital to Cloud's interests." He explained obliquely. "His expertise was required, though I understand it may inconvenience your project here."

As if to illustrate the workshop's chaotic nature, a shower of sparks suddenly erupted nearby followed by startled cursing from one of the technicians. Owen observed the minor conflagration impassively, continuing in his usual crisp tone. "However, perhaps there are alternatives to direct field testing worth exploring? Your skills with artificial systems seem ideally suited for simulating usage scenarios."

He gestured politely to the twin helmet rig Auley had assembled, keen gaze taking in the intricate circuitry and sleek design. "Forgive my limited understanding, but could this contraption not generate an immersive virtual environment using pre-programmed parameters and user feedback? Providing analogous results to real-world trials?"

"An astute proposal, Major. The system's core purpose is generating immersive environments using scanned terrain data and AI combatants."

"The rig incorporates haptic feedback emitters to simulate impacts and injuries sustained during training exercises. I've also linked operations to the central medical database for biometric monitoring."

Auley's odd eyes gleamed with enthusiasm as he concluded: "With some calibration, trainees could gain invaluable experience confronting hostile entities in a virtual setting before ever facing real danger!"

Noticing the faint wisps of smoke still curling from the nearby electrical fire, Auley cleared his throat awkwardly. "Admittedly, I may have gotten somewhat carried away tapping our limited resources for this particular project…"

"My skills do tend more towards creative applications than practical it seems. But the major's guidance helps temper such flights of fancy."

"While practical considerations must be weighed Lieutenant, this technology could prove invaluable." He says earnestly, keen gaze moving between Auley and the intricate headset prototypes. "The potential to train recruits without undue risk of life and limb is significant."

Reaching out, Owen rests a steady hand on Auley's shoulder, meeting his surprised gaze intently. "You may have saved countless soldiers from the fate that befell many of our comrades, perishing on their first real mission against the horned fiends."

Steel grey eyes darken briefly with painful memories as the silhouette of Noah flashes before him. Owen continues resolutely. "Had such simulations existed then, perhaps the outcome may have differed. So I fully support further developing this technology."

"I shall personally approve additional resource allotments from my own budget to see the project to fruition Lieutenant. Consider it a formal investment in Cloud's future and protecting our men."

He punctuates this declaration by offering Auley a polite, reserved smile - high praise coming from the usually stoic Major. Just then a shout followed by a loud crash echoes from across the workshop. Owen's ears swivel towards the commotion as he spots the old weaponsmith Otto struggling to right a heavy overturned crate, components spilling across the floor.

Owen sighs faintly "If you will excuse me a moment Lieutenant, I should aid the elderly Mr. Otto before he does himself an injury…"

With that, Owen strides off across the chaotic workspace, neatly dodging ongoing projects and drones. Reaching the disgruntled weaponsmith still trying to gather scattered parts, the Major sets his shoulder against the weighty crate. Wood creaks and metal clanks as together they right the heavy container. Owen murmurs something quietly to Otto who blinks in surprise before his wrinkled face splits into a gummy smile. Their voices fade into the background din of machinery as Owen assists cleaning up the mess.

As Owen walks further through the base, checking in on the preparations and operations, he notices the subtle change in dynamics between him and the men. The soldiers seem more at ease around their usual stern commander. They greet Owen openly as he passes by and some even dare to exchange a few respectful words with him. Owen finds this shift in disposition agreeable and even manages faint smiles in return.

Upon finishing his rounds, Owen returns to his spartan quarters to review updated supply reports and personnel files before his briefing with Nicholas later. Settling down at his simple metal desk, the Major pulls out the stack of paperwork and a cup of bitter black coffee. Just the scent helps sharpen his senses after long hours on his feet.

As Owen works through the tedious documents, he pauses to sip the scalding brew. Gazing absently at the stark grey wall across from him, his thoughts turn inward. He reflects on how Nicholas' more amicable leadership style has clearly boosted morale. And in turn, Owen muses that showing his own softer side beneath the stoic commander facade seems to be having positive effects as well.

Soon after, Owen strides briskly down the metal corridor towards Nicholas' office, hands clasped rigidly behind his back, posture ramrod straight beneath his crisp uniform. His polished boots ring out sharply with each step, steel grey eyes continuously scanning the utilitarian surroundings.

As Owen rounds a bend in the hallway, he spots Lieutenant Auley just exiting the Commander's quarters. The slender wolf offers Owen a polite smile and nod which the Major returns briskly. Waiting until Auley continues on his way, Owen steps up to the heavy oak door and raps his knuckles against the metal frame.

"Commander Briant, Major Brayden requesting entry for the 1400 briefing."

"Enter." came the voice muffled through the thick door.

At Nicholas' deep rumbling voice, Owen keys open the door. It swings open with a faint creak and the Major strides inside, heels clicking sharply on the floor. As the heavy door hisses shut behind him, Owen blinks - the office appears empty. He frowns, glancing swiftly around the dim space.

"Sir?"

Movement from the broad oak desk draws his gaze. Before Owen's eyes the imposing figure of Nicholas seems to materialize in the high-backed leather chair, regarding him with an amused smile. The ursine is leaning back casually, thick fingers steepled over his barrel chest.

"Apologies for the abrupt demonstration Major.” Nicholas chuckles warmly, “I've been…experimenting a bit in preparation for potential infiltrations against our mysterious neighbors."

He gestures vaguely with one large paw. "I trained extensively with General Gertrude in covert maneuvering during my early years. It seemed prudent to refresh my stealth capabilities given the situation."

"I was unaware even high-ranking Elves could fully conceal their presence, Sir. Is that not beyond typical capabilities?" He asks, keen gaze searching Nicholas' sharp features intently.

Nicholas shrugs, taking a long sip of coffee before setting the mug down with a faint 'clink' on the polished wooden surface. "All Elves can manifest to some degree, though the skillset and control varies between individuals."

"Those who rise to the rank of 'Santa' have honed their capabilities more extensively of course." A wry smile tugs at the ursine's lips. "After all, overseeing entire divisions requires interacting smoothly with non-Elf personnel."

"Nicholas, do you believe you could impart some of those skills onto our soldiers? We could use some of that finesse in our ranks."

"I fear manifestation training falls outside my expertise." Nicholas rumbled regretfully.

"That's... a shame... If we can turn everyone into a Santa, then there wouldn’t be a need to tuck us away in the corner of the Earth.”

Nicholas regards him somberly but he offers no reply. A tense silence hangs between them until Owen coughs and brings up his report. As Owen continued reading, hiskeen steel grey eyes held a conflicted gleam as he met the ursine commander's inquisitive gaze.

"I confess the prospect of open conflict with our own unsettles me, Sir." Owen remarked grimly. "Battling mindless beasts is one matter. But drawing arms against fellow Elves…" He trailed off, brow furrowing pensively.

"I understand your hesitation, Owen. Turning against corrupted brethren tore at my conscience as well in the early days." Steepling his thick fingers, the ursine continued gravely. "But evil must still be confronted, no matter the guise it wears. And the souls behind those familiar faces were lost long ago."

Owen considered Nicholas' words, gaze distant. After a long moment, he sighed softly and straightened his shoulders, resolve firming. "I shall harden my heart and do what must be done when the time comes."

Chapter 23: Elmo Rantanen 6

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The mess hall was buzzing with chatter and laughter as soldiers ate and relaxed after their shifts. Gracia sat with his usual posse at one of the long tables. Across from him, Auley picked morosely at his food, clearly missing Elmo's larger-than-life presence.

"It's been over a week since Elmo shipped out on that sudden mission. I thought he would at least have a chance to say goodbye before leaving." He sighed heavily, shoulders slumping.

"Aw chin up, Fido. I'm sure that ornery goat is fine, probably just got held up with…whatever super secret spy stuff the Commander's got him on." He said reassuringly.

His words drew murmurs of agreement from Candyman and the others seated around them. Boris the badger offered Auley an extra sweet roll from his overloaded tray. "Here ya go sir, gotta keep yer strength up! I bet Officer Elmo'll come waltzin' back in here any day now braggin' 'bout his big important mission."

That finally coaxed a faint smile from Auley as he accepted the pastry. "You're likely right, I shouldn't worry overmuch." He said, taking a small bite of the gooey treat.

Owen walks briskly into the mess hall, his polished boots clicking sharply against the metal floor with each step. His usual stern expression is grim, steel grey eyes scanning the space before settling on Auley seated amidst Gracia and his usual rabble.

Not bothering with pleasantries, Owen addresses Auley directly: "Lieutenant, you're needed in the situation room at once." His tone brokers no argument.

Auley's ears perk up in surprise, half-eaten sweet roll still clutched in one slender hand. "Of course Major. Did something happen with Officer Elmo's mission?" He asks hopefully, already rising from the bench.

Owen's stony expression remains unreadable. "This way, Lieutenant." Is all he says briskly in reply, gesturing for Auley to follow before turning on his heel and striding from the mess hall.

Exchanging puzzled glances with Gracia and the others, Auley quickly moves to follow after Owen's retreating back. Their bootsteps echo down the stark metal corridors, other soldiers hugging the walls to clear a path for their swift passage. Owen answers none of Auley's tentative queries with anything more than grunts or terse hand gestures as they walk.

The medical wing buzzed with activity as Auley and Owen entered, the harsh glare of fluorescent lights reflecting off the gleaming surfaces of medical equipment. The sterile scent of antiseptic hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint tang of blood.

Auley gasps loudly upon seeing Elmo's critical condition. His ears flatten against his skull in distress, odd-colored eyes blown wide at the sight of his dear friend lying battered and bloodied atop the operating table. Heart seizing painfully in his chest, Auley rushes over to grasp Elmo's limp hand, heedless of the bustling medical team working frantically to stabilize the grievously wounded goat beastman.

Auley's heart pounded in his chest as he followed Owen's lead, his mind reeling with worry for Elmo. He cast anxious glances at the bustling medical personnel, their faces grim with concentration as they worked to save his friend's life.

Auley gasps loudly upon seeing Elmo's critical condition. His ears flatten against his skull in distress, odd-colored eyes blown wide at the sight of his dear friend lying battered and bloodied atop the operating table. Heart seizing painfully in his chest, Auley rushes over to grasp Elmo's limp hand, heedless of the bustling medical team working frantically to stabilize the grievously wounded goat beastman.

"Elmo! No, what happened to him??" Auley demands, anguished gaze darting between Owen and the lead trauma surgeon, Dr. Jaeger, currently wrist-deep in Elmo's ruptured abdomen.

"Multiple organ perforations it seems…we're doing what we can Lieutenant."

Auley whirls on Owen then, panic and despair warring across his sharp features. "Major please, you must tell me everything!" He begs, giving Elmo's hand a fierce, desperate squeeze beneath his own slender fingers.

Owen swiftly yet gently ushers distraught Auley out of the operating room where the medical team is frantically working to stabilize grievously wounded Elmo. Once in the quiet, sterile corridor, the Major firmly steers Auley over to a utilitarian bench along one wall. He guides the trembling wolf to sit before taking a seat beside him, keen steel gaze studying Auley's anguished features intently.

"Lieutenant, you must remain calm." Owen states evenly, though his usually stern tone holds notes of sympathy. "Becoming overwrought benefits no one, least of all Officer Elmo."

He pauses, considering his next words carefully lest he cause Auley further distress. Finally Owen continues grimly: "Elmo and his team were ambushed just shy of our perimeter by…something unlike any creature previously documented. Vicious, brutally efficient predators."

His craggy features darken, haunted memories rising unbidden behind Owen's steely eyes. "We received a garbled distress call followed by screams over the comms. Then silence. By the time my response team arrived it was over - bodies strewn about, many mangled nigh beyond recognition."

"Elmo was the sole survivor we recovered, only recognizable by his uniform insignia. He had managed to take shelter behind the ruined APC but still sustained significant trauma."

"The doctors will do all they can for him. For now, we can only wait and pray…"

Auley paced the sterile white corridor anxiously as the hours trickled by, slender fingers twisting the hem of his shirt into wrinkles. His ears were pinned flat against his skull and his tail wouldn't stop swishing behind him in agitation as the minutes crawled by without any word on Elmo's condition.

After what felt like an eternity, the doors to the operating theater finally swung open and Dr. Jaeger emerged, surgical mask dangling around his neck. Auley rushed over, searching the doctor's exhausted features intently for any shred of hope. "How is he? Will Elmo recover?" Auley asked urgently.

Dr. Jaeger sighed heavily, dragging a weary paw down his muzzle. "It was touch and go for awhile Lieutenant. We managed to repair the internal damage, but he lost a tremendous amount of blood." Glancing back through the doors at Elmo's still form, the doctor continued grimly. "Whether he wakes at all remains to be seen…"

Auley staggered back as if struck, a wounded noise escaping his throat. Just then, pounding footsteps heralded the arrival of more of Elmo's friends - Gracia, Candyman, Ian, and several others. They crowded anxiously around Dr. Jaeger, pelting him with concerned questions. But Auley hardly heard them over the rushing in his ears, his vision tunneling.

Auley stood motionless amidst the chaos, his expression cold and detached despite the anguish tearing through his heart. Elmo hovered at death's door and all he could do was stand there, useless and helpless…

"I must do something…" He muttered under his breath, odd-colored eyes narrowing. Mind racing, Auley strode briskly away from the anxious cluster of soldiers gathered outside the OR doors.

Noticing Auley's abrupt departure, Owen frowns. He hurries after the wolf, catching his arm in a firm yet gentle grip "Lieutenant, stand down! Reckless actions now could make matters worse."

"Worse than Elmo lying at death's door?! I can't simply stand idle, I MUST respond to this somehow!" Auley wrenches his arm away, expression hardening.

"And how exactly do you propose 'responding' without further endangering lives, Lieutenant?" Owen’s tone was sharp as he moves to block his path.

"By gathering intel to prevent another ambush! I'll take a squad to analyze the attack site, find anything to help us be prepared next time." Auley glares up at Owen, odd-colored eyes blazing.

"Need I remind you that is NOT within your purview Lieutenant? Stand down before you force me to confine you to quarters."

Auley snarls, fists clenching helplessly. Every instinct screams at him to push past Owen, to take vengeance against the horrors nearly took his love from him. But reluctantly, Auley reigns in those vicious impulses with effort. Shoulders slumping in defeat, he turns away from Owen's unyielding stare.

"Very well Major…" He bites out bitterly "If you'll excuse me, I shall retire to my quarters as it seems I'm of no USE here!"

Not waiting for a response, Auley strides off stiffly down the corridor away from the OR, hands fisted tightly at his sides.

Owen watches Auley stride off stiffly down the corridor, concern and frustration warring on his rugged features. The Major drags a weary paw down his muzzle, shoulders slumping subtly beneath his crisp uniform.

"What a bloody mess…" He mutters under his breath. Glancing over his shoulder, Owen notes the small anxious crowd still gathered outside the OR doors. Clearing his throat gruffly, he addresses them in his usual crisp tone: "You all may as well get some rest, nothing more to be done here tonight."

The assembled beastmen nod reluctantly, exchanging subdued murmurs as they disperse down the hallway in small groups. Owen catches a few wary glances directed his way, no doubt resenting how he sent their Lieutenant - and Elmo's beloved - away so callously.

Sighing through his nose, Owen makes his own way towards the officer's lounge for some much needed coffee. The hour is late but he doubts sleep will come easily tonight, visions of Elmo's mangled body haunting him each time Owen closes his eyes…

Entering the dimly lit lounge, the Major makes a beeline for the battered coffee machine in the corner. As bitter liquid gurgles into a chipped mug, Owen slumps against the nearby counter. He scrubs a weary paw down his rugged muzzle, the day's events weighing heavily on his shoulders.

Stirring a dash of cream into the steaming contents, Owen makes his way over to the threadbare couch along the wall. He collapses onto the lumpy cushions with a faint groan that sounds loud in the empty space. Leaning forward with elbows braced on his knees, Owen cups the hot mug between both hands as if drawing warmth from its muted heat.

He stares broodingly down into the inky contents, thoughts churning as the occasional sip washes bitter over his tongue. This brutal new threat couldn't have emerged at a worse time, with their forces already stretched thin. And the horrific ambush has clearly left the men shaken.

The heavy silence hanging over the empty space is suddenly broken by the faint hiss of the lounge doors sliding open. Owen's ears twitch but he doesn't glance up until the newcomer drops onto the couch beside him. Recognizing the distinctive scarred visage of his old squadmate Alvi, Owen merely offers the white wolf a silent nod of acknowledgement.

They sit without speaking for endless minutes, the only sounds that of occasional sips from chipped ceramic mugs. Eventually Alvi breaks the brooding stillness, his gravelly voice low: "Hell of a mess out there, from what I heard. Never seen the boys so shaken before."

Owen’s jaw tightens, fresh tension coiling his frame. He forces it down with effort, taking a slow deliberate sip of scalding coffee before replying neutrally: "The…situation was indeed disturbing. But we shall endure, as always."

Alvi studies Owen for a few seconds before saying "With Commander Nicholas here now, things don't have to go back to how they were in the past, you know? You should go show your face around the barracks, help calm the soldiers down."

Owen makes a pained expression, staring down into the dark contents of his mug "I'm hardly the one to rally anyone. That's the Commander's domain…"

Alvi just smiles knowingly "We've all seen you making an effort to connect more with the men lately. Cold n' detached ain't how they see you now."

Alvi clasps Owen's shoulder briefly as he stands to leave "Go on and remind the boys their stalwart Major's got their backs."

Owen watches pensively as Alvi makes his exit before finishing off the last of his bitter coffee in one long swallow. As the hot liquid burns its way down his throat, Owen sets his jaw with renewed determination. If Nicholas can adapt to lift morale, then so must he. And his men need reassurance now more than ever…

Chapter 24: Auley Grimm 6

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Nicholas sat hunched over his heavy oak desk, head cradled wearily in both broad paws as he poured over the data Elmo's ill-fated scouting team had managed to extract before the ambush. His glasses lay discarded atop the scattered documents, the lenses smudged and askew from restless pawing. The office was dim save for the small pool of warm light cast by the banker's lamp atop the desk, shadows clinging to the corners of the room.

With a heavy sigh, Nicholas sat back in the creaking leather chair, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his muzzle. His sharp turquoise gaze remained haunted, thoughts churning endlessly behind the fatigue lingering on his rugged features. The intelligence gathered had been invaluable in shedding light on this mysterious new threat - but at such terrible cost. Was it truly worth the lives lost for a few stolen files? Elmo still hovered at death's door, the other scouts nothing more than shredded meat and shattered bone…

A brisk knock at the heavy oak door drew Nicholas from his brooding. He blinked, shaking himself from darker musings as he called out gruffly for the visitor to enter. The reinforced panel swung open to reveal Major Owen Brayden's stern visage peering inside, posture ramrod straight beneath his crisp uniform.

"Apologies for the intrusion Sir." Owen greeted briskly, steel grey eyes swiftly assessing the weary ursine commander as he stepped inside. "I can return at another time if you require more rest."

Nicholas waved a broad paw dismissively, beckoning Owen closer. "No need Major, I doubt sleep would find me easily regardless." He rumbled wearily, reaching up to rub at the lingering tension coiled behind his eyes. Gesturing for Owen to take a seat, Nicholas met that keen grey gaze solemnly. "I don't suppose there have been any developments on Officer Elmo's condition…?"

"I'm afraid Officer Elmo remains comatose, though Dr. Jaeger assures me he is stable for the moment." A muscle in his jaw twitches almost imperceptibly as he continues. "Meanwhile Lieutenant Auley has sequestered himself in his quarters and refuses all visitors."

Nicholas sighs heavily, dragging a weary paw down his muzzle. He mutters something inaudible under his breath before focusing his sharp turquoise gaze on Owen.

"This situation wears on us all, but we must remain strong for the men." He remarks gravely after a thoughtful pause. "See to it Allen resumes his duties soon - we'll need those technical skills of his more than ever if we're to bolster our defenses against this new threat."

Owen frowns faintly but nods. His usual stern expression softens subtly with sympathy.

"I shall attempt to rouse him from his self-imposed isolation later today. But the Lieutenant is…not himself currently." He says carefully. Clearing his throat, Owen continues briskly. "On the readiness front, additional patrols have been deployed to scout for signs of enemy movement. All leaves have been suspended as well until further notice."

He pauses, considering for a moment. "Shall I have the men prepare the underground bunkers in case we need to shelter civilians, Sir?"

"A sensible precaution Major. While I do not anticipate open assault beyond the perimeter, one can never be too prepared."

He pauses, sharp turquoise gaze growing distant behind his smudged spectacles. After a thoughtful "hmm" Nicholas refocuses on Owen. "Although if these fanatics do intend a frontal attack, drawing them out could enable encircling and eliminating the threat decisively…"

Trailing off, the ursine commander shakes his great head ruefully. "Forgive me, just thinking aloud. For now have the men ready the shelters, continue vigilant scouting, and keep me informed of any developments."

Rising from his creaking leather chair, Nicholas steps around the heavy oak desk to stand before Owen. Reaching out, he gives the Major's shoulder an affectionate squeeze. "And take care not to run yourself ragged my dear Major. The coming days may test us all severely, so be certain to rest when you can."

Retreating to the small liquor cabinet in the corner, Nicholas pours two fingers of amber spirits into a crystal glass. He takes a slow sip, letting the harsh liquid fortify him against darker thoughts churning behind those sharp turquoise eyes…

Owen gently takes the glass of amber liquid away from Nicholas, meeting the ursine's faint pout with an arched brow. "I believe you've partaken more than enough lately Sir." He remarks evenly, tone firm yet not unkind.

Setting the crystal glass aside on a nearby shelf, Owen turns back to Nicholas. His usual stern features soften subtly, steel grey eyes glinting with empathy. "The coming days will test us all severely, there is no denying that." He agrees gravely. "Which is why now more than ever the men need their stalwart commander to guide them."

"So I must ask you to stay strong and keep focused, Sir. I know the horrific loss weighs upon your spirit." His jaw tightens, memories of ruined bodies and Elmo's shattered form rising unbidden behind those keen grey eyes.

"But while I organize our defenses, I need you to do what I cannot - prepare our soldiers' hearts and minds." He punctuates this solemn plea by clasping Nicholas' sturdy forearm, expression earnest. "Can you do this? If so, then I vow to you I will rouse Lieutenant Auley from his despair, no matter the effort required."

Nicholas sighs heavily, shoulders slumping as if a great weight presses upon them. He reaches up to remove his smudged glasses, massaging the bridge of his broad muzzle wearily. When he opens his eyes again, empathy and resolve gleam sharply in those turquoise depths.

Nicholas clasps Owen's forearm, giving it an affirming squeeze. "I thank you for your continued support of young Allen. That poor boy has endured such pain already…"

Shaking himself, Nicholas releases Owen and steps back, tone brisk once more. "Right, we both have critical duties to attend. I will finish reviewing the intelligence reports then make preparations to address the men."

Owen strides briskly down the dimly lit corridor towards the officers' quarters. His polished boots ring out sharply against the metal flooring with each step, posture ramrod straight beneath his crisp uniform. Hands are clasped rigidly behind his back, expression schooled to careful neutrality.

Reaching the nondescript door to Auley's modest quarters, Owen pauses. His ears twitch faintly, picking up the low sounds of movement within. At least the reclusive Lieutenant hasn't fled the base entirely it seems. Steeling himself, the Major raps his knuckles crisply against the metal frame.

"Lieutenant Auley, this is Major Brayden. You are needed on duty, by order of Commander Briant. Open this door at once."

With no response given, Owen steps into Auley's quarters, his keen steel grey eyes swiftly scanning the dim interior. The acrid scent of phosphorus immediately assaults his sensitive nose, making him grimace faintly. As the Major's vision adjusts to the gloom, he spots Auley seated on the floor nearby. The wolf lieutenant seems utterly transfixed by the small dancing flame atop a lit match clutched between his slender fingers.

Owen's gaze narrows as he notes the scattered pile of burnt matchsticks surrounding Auley on the cold metal flooring. His nostrils flare faintly in disapproval - lighting fires indoors goes against regulations, not to mention common sense! But the Major forces down his instinctive irritation, reminding himself the clearly distraught Auley deserves some leeway under the circ*mstances.

Smoothing his features to careful neutrality, Owen strides silently over to stand beside the preoccupied wolf. He waits patiently for long moments, keen eyes tracking the minute shifts in Auley's body language. But when the Lieutenant gives no indication of noticing his presence, Owen clears his throat pointedly.

"I realize you are…distressed currently Lieutenant." He begins without preamble, tone crisp yet not unkind. "However, Commander Briant has need of your technical expertise preparing Cloud's defenses against imminent attack."

Owen pauses, sharp gaze noting the old photograph of Auley's lost kin resting atop a nearby shelf. His stern expression softens subtly with empathy. "Elmo will pull through this, have faith. He is too stubborn not to." A ghost of a smile touches his rugged muzzle at the attempted humor. "But he would want you fighting at our side when the time comes…"

Trailing off, Owen waits attentively for Auley's response. He resists the instinctive urge to simply haul the clearly unstable wolf up and drag him back on duty. But Nicholas' earlier plea rings in his mind - they must steady the men's hearts first.

Auley sits motionless on the cold metal floor of his quarters, the small flame dancing atop the lit match held between his slender fingers casting flickering shadows across his sharp features. His odd-colored eyes reflect the firelight, cold and detached despite the lingering scent of phosphorus stinging the air.

At the sound of Owen clearing his throat pointedly, Auley's ears twitch but his gaze remains fixed on the hypnotic flicker of the match. He speaks without looking up, tone eerily calm: "If I hadn't restored Elmo's vision, he never would have undertaken that ill-fated mission. Perhaps it was a mistake, giving him hope and purpose…"

Auley trails off, finally shaking out the dying match. He reaches almost absently for the box to light another, continuing in that same detached murmur: "They say a Santa must be cruel, to send soldiers to their fates without hesitation. I am only just beginning to grasp how heavy that burden must be."

Striking another match, Auley watches impassively as brilliant flame blooms from the red tip. He seems oblivious to Owen still standing rigidly over him, focused wholly on the fire cradled carefully in his cupped palms.

When Auley finally spoke, his eerily calm words gave Owen pause. That cold detachment and passivity were all too familiar - the Major saw himself reflected as if gazing into a fractured mirror of the past. Old anger and grief churned in Owen's gut, claws digging furrows in his palms behind his rigid back.

"Do not speak to me of burdens and cruelty, Lieutenant." He bit out sharply, unable to restrain the flare of temper. Struggling to smooth his expression, Owen continued through gritted teeth: "We all bear scars from decisions in battle - right or wrong matters not when lives hang in the balance."

He inhaled slowly, regaining a modicum of composure. "What matters is having the courage to carry on after tragedy strikes those under one's command." Owen's tone turned solemn, memories of countless shattered bodies and lifeless eyes rising behind his own steel grey gaze. "So I tell you this not as your superior, but as one intimately familiar with such torment - take solace in purpose and duty. Let action be your balm, not paralysis."

Trailing off hoarsely, Owen turned his head aside - unable to continue meeting that hollow stare from Auley's reflected past. He focused on steadying his breathing, fists slowly unclenching at his sides. The words had emerged more harshly than intended, but they were the lessons that had kept Owen from utter despair after each horrific loss.

"I haven't shed a single tear since Elmo returned broken and bloodied… Nor when I lost my dear adopted son years prior… Perhaps I've simply grown too accustomed to losing those I dare let close." His tone is calm, almost chillingly devoid of emotion as he continues gazing into the hypnotic flames.

"The passion I held for Elmo already feels muted, like embers slowly cooling to ash…" He trails off, finally shaking out the dying match. Auley reaches almost absently for the box to light another, continuing in that same detached murmur: "So I wonder Major, will duty and discipline alone sustain me if Elmo succumbs? Or shall I retreat back into comfortable isolation, where attachments cannot wound so deeply…?"

When Auley speaks again in that eerie, detached tone, a muscle feathers in Owen's jaw. He forces down a flare of frustration, reminding himself that berating the clearly unstable wolf will accomplish nothing. Taking a slow, deep breath, Owen carefully considers his next words.

"I understand such torment all too well, Auley." He finally replies, his usual crisp tone gentled by empathy. "After one loses so much, it can seem safer to lock your heart away rather than risk further agony."

Owen moves to sit beside Auley on the cold floor, keen gaze taking in the scattered pile of burnt matches and the way the Lieutenant cradles the tiny flame like a ward against darker thoughts. "But you needn't face such grief alone…" He continues solemnly. "The men are here for you, as am I. If ever the burden becomes too heavy, allow us to bear some of the weight."

Reaching over cautiously, Owen settles a steadying hand on Auley's slender shoulder. "Nick gave me wise counsel once when despair threatened to drag me into oblivion. So please, let me stand at your side in his stead and remind you there is still light worth kindling hope for."

He gives Auley's shoulder a gentle, reassuring squeeze. The words come haltingly, emotion cracking Owen's usual stern demeanor. But he forces them out, praying something will break through the wolf's numb despair.

As Owen reaches to gather up the scattered burnt matches around Auley, intent on confiscating the hazardous materials, the wolf lieutenant's quiet voice gives him pause. "Your initial assessment was correct, Major. Gertrude did send me here with…ulterior motives in mind." Auley admits tonelessly, not meeting Owen's piercing stare.

The Major stills, muscles coiling warily. His sharp gaze bores into Auley's downturned profile, searching for any hint of deception. After a taut moment, Owen carefully sets down the matches and exhales slowly. "I believe we shall ignore any aspersions cast in grief or madness." He says evenly.

Rising smoothly to his feet in a single motion, Owen extends a hand down to Auley. The Lieutenant accepts it after a beat, allowing himself to be drawn upright. Owen steadies Auley as he sways subtly, expression neutral. "Why do you not report my negligence so you can be rid of me?" Auley asks dully, blinking up at the Major.

Owen simply inclines his head towards the exit. "Because you are family. And right now, family must support one another." He replies gravely.

Without another word, Owen guides the unresisting Auley from his modest quarters and into the stark metallic hallway beyond…

Chapter 25: Nicholas Briant 3

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Nicholas stands by the window in his office, gazing out at the snow-covered landscape with a pensive expression. In one broad paw he clutches a sheaf of papers - updated projections on troop readiness and supply levels from logistics. His sharp turquoise eyes skim over the neat rows of data and statistics, brow furrowing subtly.

With a quiet sigh, the ursine commander sets the reports aside on his heavy oak desk. He turns back to the window, hands clasped behind his back as he watches fat snowflakes drift lazily past the thick pane. Despite the tranquil scene, tension hangs heavy over the base - the entire garrison braced for imminent attack.

"Christmas…" Nicholas murmurs under his breath, a wry smile touching his lips. "Trust Gertrude to set such a poetic deadline in our little wager over young Allen’s fate."

He shakes his great head, equal parts exasperated and impressed by his old mentor's cunning. Clearly the General had anticipated this coming clash, likely maneuvering all the pieces into place months ahead. Ever the consummate strategist…

Approaching footsteps draw Nicholas from his brooding. He turns as the office door creaks open to admit Major Owen Brayden's stern visage. The reindeer officer steps briskly inside, polished boots ringing sharply on the metal flooring. Halting at attention before the desk, Owen offers a crisp salute.

"Sir. All final preparations are complete." He reports evenly. "The men stand ready to repel the invaders on your command."

Nodding slowly, Nicholas moves around the heavy oak desk to stand before his stalwart second-in-command. He reaches out to clasp Owen's shoulder, meeting that steadfast gaze warmly. "At ease, Major. And thank you for spearheading the garrison so ably despite…recent tribulations."

"I want you to take the night off. That's an order." He adds with mock sternness, seeing Owen's instinctive protest forming. "Doctor's orders as well I believe - Jaeger mentioned concerns over your workload lately."

Chuckling at Owen's faint scowl, Nicholas gently propels the protesting reindeer towards the exit by his shoulders. "Go on now. As your Commander and physician, I am prescribing a full night of rest and relaxation. We can finalize stratagems come morning."

Pausing in the doorway, Nicholas leans down to brush a tender kiss between Owen's ears. His tone softens, full of promise. "I will join you for the night once I review our projections. Sleep if you are able…either way, we shall face tomorrow together."

Not long after, Nicholas hears a knock on the door. He calls out in his deep, rumbling voice: "Enter."

The heavy oak door creaks open, and Lieutenant Auley steps inside. Nicholas smiles warmly at the sight of the young wolf. "Ah Allen, please come in. Thank you for coming to see me."

"Have a seat. Let me make you some coffee."

He goes over to the small table in the corner that holds a coffee pot and mugs. Nicholas prepares two cups - one black for himself, and one light and sweet for Auley, just how the wolf prefers it. He brings the steaming mugs over and sets Auley's down in front of him before taking a seat behind his large desk.

"There you are. Drink up." Nicholas says kindly. He takes a sip of his own bitter brew before continuing. "I appreciate you taking the time. I'm sure you have much to prepare before…well, tomorrow."

His expression turns solemn for a moment. Clearing his throat gruffly, Nicholas forces an encouraging smile. "But let's not dwell on darker matters now. Please, tell me how you are holding up?"

Auley takes a sip of the sweet creamy coffee Nicholas prepared for him, sighing contentedly as the hot liquid washes down his throat. He meets Nicholas' concerned turquoise gaze with a small, tired smile.

"I'm alright Nicholas, truly. Just…weary I suppose." He admits softly, wrapping slender fingers around the warm ceramic mug. "But I've done all I can to prepare the base's defenses for tomorrow. The automated sentry systems are primed to activate at the first sign of attack."

Taking another slow sip of coffee, Auley studies Nicholas' rugged features thoughtfully. "But enough about me for the moment. How have you been faring out here in Cloud? It must be quite the change from RED's complex political scene. More…peaceful, I imagine."

"At least when we aren't preparing for imminent assaults that is. But are you content here otherwise? It seems a better fit for your noble goals than that viper's nest of intrigue back at headquarters…"

"Peaceful? Hmm, I suppose that is one way to describe this frozen corner of the world." He rumbles wryly after a thoughtful pause. "Certainly life here moves at a different pace than back in that viper's nest, as you put it."

A ghost of a smile touches Nicholas' lips. "Less political maneuvering and more managing supply logistics out here. Though as we've seen, nowhere in our organization is entirely safe from betrayal…" His expression clouds briefly before the ursine shakes himself, focusing back on Auley.

"But to answer you my boy, yes I am quite content here in Cloud." Warmth enters Nicholas' tone, chasing away the lingering shadows. "The work is fulfilling, the men stalwart, and I've regained something I thought long lost - a family."

"You and Owen both mean more to me than you know, Allen. Whatever tomorrow brings, my only wish is to see you safe and happy."

Reaching over, Nicholas gently grasps Auley's slender forearm where it rests near his abandoned coffee mug. The contact grounds them both amidst the chaos awaiting come dawn. But for now, Nicholas simply savors this quiet moment with his surrogate son.

Auley smiles back at Nicholas, though there is a hint of sadness in his expression. "I must confess, when I first arrived here, part of me hoped I might find eternal rest beneath the soft blanket of snow." He says softly, gaze growing distant. "Laying down all of my burdens at long last…"

"Yet being here this past year, finding new purpose and forging bonds with you all…it has galvanized my resolve into something as hard as diamond." Determination firms his sharp features as he continues. "I cannot simply remain in this peaceful refuge forever - not when my lost kin may still draw breath out there, waiting for me to find them."

Reaching over the desk, Auley grasps Nicholas' broad paw in both hands earnestly. "But know that I will forever cherish the warmth and kindness you all showed me in my darkest hour." His odd eyes glisten faintly with emotion. "Whatever comes on the morrow, I could not have endured such trials without your stalwart support, my dear Nicholas."

Auley reaches into his sliding tile puzzle box, producing a sleek looking external hard drive. He holds it in his slender fingers almost reverently, mismatched eyes conflicted. "This contains all the secrets to artificially inducing Elf Syndrome in non-Elves. The classified techniques I uncovered during my…captivity." He explains softly.

Setting the drive atop the desk between them, Auley taps it lightly. "It also details the procedure I utilized to perform that eye surgery allowing me to see Elves. Such knowledge in the wrong hands could be catastrophic but…" He trails off, chewing his lower lip uncertainly.

Finally Auley meets Nicholas' attentive turquoise gaze. "…I trust only you to safeguard or utilize this appropriately. In the right circ*mstances, it could be the key to enabling coexistence between Elves and non-Elves."

Nicholas stares at the external hard drive sitting innocuously atop his heavy oak desk. His sharp turquoise eyes widen subtly in surprise at Auley's solemn revelation - this unassuming device held the secrets to artificially inducing Elf Syndrome. Knowledge that in the wrong hands could have catastrophic consequences…

A cold weight settles in Nicholas' gut as implications begin clicking into place. Why did Auley chose this moment to entrust him with such dangerous intelligence. The resigned sadness lingering in the Lieutenant's expression despite his show of resolve. Nicholas drags a weary paw down his muzzle, dread coiling his insides.

"You intend to do something reckless tomorrow, don't you Allen…" It comes out halfway between statement and question, Nicholas' usually warm baritone gone hoarse. He searches Auley's conflicted yet determined features, praying his suspicions are unfounded. But in his heart, the ursine already knows the truth…

When Auley doesn't immediately deny it, Nicholas' broad shoulders slump beneath an invisible burden. He reaches up to remove his smudged glasses, massaging the bridge of his muzzle as if to stave off an encroaching headache. "Must you really sacrifice yourself for this mad quest of yours?" Nicholas finally asks quietly, defeat etching the lines of fatigue deeper across his rugged features.

"I-I can't stop thinking about them… Wondering if they still draw breath out there or perished long ago!" His voice rises sharply, mismatched eyes blazing as he slams a fist on Nicholas' desk. "The not knowing eats away at me every damn day! Are they suffering under some cruel master's leash?? It's maddening!"

Panting harshly, Auley drags both hands down his muzzle. He forces himself to meet Nicholas' gaze, anguish shining clearly in his own. "I must find them, or die trying… As long as even one might still live, these ghosts shall give me no peace…"

He trails off brokenly, shoulders slumping. But then Auley feels Nicholas' large, warm paw settle over his clenched fist. The ursine says nothing, merely holding his tortured gaze with such empathy and understanding welling up in those sharp turquoise eyes. And just like that, the awful pressure building inside Auley's chest seems to ease, if only a fraction.

Auley looks away, unable to meet Nicholas' sympathetic gaze any longer. His shoulders slump in defeat as he murmurs "I must follow this path, no matter the cost…even if it leads me to a bitter end."

"It will be lonely here without you, my boy…"

A ghost of a smile tugs at Auley's lips as he stares down into the steaming contents of his mug. "Yes, it is rather too sweet now…" He agrees softly. They sit in pensive silence for a long moment, the weight of tomorrow's chaos looming ever closer…

Auley walks down the dimly lit corridor towards the officer's lounge. His boots ring faintly against the metal flooring with each step. His shoulders are slumped, expression weary, as if carrying a tremendous weight. Reaching the double doors, Auley enters the lounge. His keen mismatched gaze sweeps the space before settling on Major Owen Brayden seated alone on the threadbare couch, nursing a steaming mug. Clearing his throat softly so as not to startle the reindeer, Auley approaches.

"Apologies if I'm intruding on your respite, Major." He says quietly. "Might I join you a moment?"

"Not at all, have a seat Lieutenant." He says briskly, gesturing to the spot beside him on the threadbare couch.

As Auley settles down, Owen takes a slow sip from his steaming mug. The bitter liquid helps ground him amidst chaotic thoughts of the impending attack churning ceaselessly. Glancing sidelong at his companion, Owen asks evenly: "I take it your discussion with the Commander was…productive?"

Auley nods slowly, his ears drooping a bit. "Yes, Nicholas and I covered much ground. He knows what must be done now." His odd-colored eyes take on a distant, haunted look for a moment before he shakes himself and focuses back on Owen. "And the external defenses, are they ready as well Major?"

"Indeed, the perimeter is secured and the men stand ready to repel those fanatics. We even have Gracia putting in extra time to study the cybersecurity protocols you outlined, oddly enough."

"Desperate times make for strange bedfellows I suppose." He murmured. Though inwardly, Auley felt a swell of gratitude towards the rowdy ursine for taking his proposals seriously. Perhaps those horrific AI enforcers Elmo dreamed up had finally gotten through Gracia's thick skull.

"I wished to speak with you as well before tomorrow Major. To thank you for your stalwart support these past months. Despite our rocky start, knowing you had my back was invaluable during my struggles here." Auley says sincerely, meeting Owen's piercing steel grey gaze.

Reaching into his pocket, Auley withdraws a small thumb drive which he holds up between two slender fingers. "I also wanted you to have this - it contains intelligence on our enemy's tactics and structural weaknesses within Cloud itself. Information provided by my superior before I was assigned here."

A ghost of a smile touches Auley's lips then, though sadness lingers in his eyes. "I'm afraid I won't be joining the defensive effort on the morrow however. There are dreams I must see to fulfilling at long last…"

Owen sets his coffee mug down sharply with a loud CLANG!

"Absolutely not, Lieutenant! I cannot condone you abandoning your duties, no matter the circ*mstances or I shall have you confined to quarters for dereliction of duty!" He states crisply, tone brooking no argument. Muscles coil with tension beneath his crisp uniform as Owen fixes Auley with his sternest glare.

But Auley simply smiles sadly, a note of fond resignation in his voice as he presses the data drive into Owen's palm. "I would ask just one favor then Major - permit me to keep my matchbox at least?"

Owen stares down at the small metallic case now clutched in his white-knuckled grip, indescribable grief rising within at his own helplessness to sway the resolute wolf. Jaw clenched, Owen closes his eyes and exhales slowly through his nose, regaining a modicum of composure.

When he opens them again, only grim determination lingers in those stormy grey depths. Rising wordlessly from the couch, Owen gestures briskly for Auley to precede him from the lounge…

Chapter 26: The Sky

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Gracia enters the medical bay, his heavy boots thumping loudly against the polished floor. He glances around, noticing a few nurses and doctors bustling about. Some patients lay in hospital beds with various injuries. Gracia's gaze settles on Elmo lying motionless in one of the beds, looking small and frail amidst the stark white sheets.

Striding over, Gracia drags a nearby stool over to Elmo's bedside and settles his considerable bulk upon it. He sets the bottle of whiskey he'd smuggled in down on the floor with a dull thunk before leaning forward, bracing his thick forearms on his knees.

"Hey there buddy, sorry I ain't been by to visit lately." Gracia begins gruffly, scrubbing a big paw over his headfur. "Been helpin' get things ready for tomorrow's big dust up. Damn cultists got a nasty surprise comin' when they try breaching our perimeter!"

He chuckles mirthlessly, picking idly at the label on the whiskey bottle. "Wish you were gonna be there backing us up Elmo. Ain't nobody I'd rather have at my flank in a scrap."

Trailing off with a gusty sigh, Gracia slumps back against his stool. His usual co*cky grin is absent, replaced by a brooding scowl. He snags the whiskey bottle from the floor, twisting the cap off with a crack before taking a hearty swig. The harsh liquid burns its way down his throat. Exhaling explosively, Gracia wipes his muzzle on the back of one burly arm.

"Ah hell, maybe I oughta just smuggle ya outta this stuffy infirmary so's you can help man the barricades, eh?" He jokes lamely, attempting to lighten the mood. When only the steady beep of monitors answers him, Gracia sighs again. His shoulders slump, gaze fixed on Elmo's slack features.

"You're one stubborn bastard, ya know that Elmo?" Gracia remarks gruffly after several moments of brooding silence. "C'mon now, ya gotta wake up sometime and grace us mere mortals with your ugly mug again."

He reaches out to gently grasp Elmo's limp hand where it lays atop the stark white sheets. Giving it a fierce squeeze, Gracia continues somberly: "Ain't right leavin' poor Auley alone. Specially with that damn fool wolf fixin' to do somethin' reckless tomorrow from the sound of things…"

Trailing off hoarsely, Gracia scrubs at his eyes with the heel of one palm. He slumps forward to rest his head atop their clasped hands, heaving a shuddery sigh. The usual irrepressible bear seems smaller somehow, weighed down by the helplessness and fear of what the coming dawn may bring…

Owen paces restlessly down the dimly lit corridor, polished boots clicking sharply against the metal flooring with each step. His hands are clasped rigidly behind his back, keen steel grey eyes staring sightlessly ahead. The occasional soldier passes by, exchanging brief nods with their stalwart commander. But Owen remains locked in his own brooding thoughts, the impending chaos looming ever closer…

Rounding a bend in the hallway, Owen nearly collides with a harried looking technician exiting the research lab. The beastman stumbles back a step, blinking owlishly up at the imposing Major towering over him.

Technician: stammers nervously "O-oh! Pardon me sir, didn't see you there."

"Clearly. See that you mind your surroundings in the future." His tone remains crisp yet not overtly harsh.

Technician: "Y-yes sir, of course! Um, good luck tomorrow and all." He hastens away down the corridor before Owen can respond.

Watching the nervous tech scurry off, Owen huffs faintly through his nose. He resumes his restless pacing, thoughts churning chaotically. The Major knew he should attempt to rest, but visions of blood and death haunt him each time Owen closes his eyes…

Owen's restless pacing brings him to the corridor where the officers' quarters are located. His sharp gaze sweeps the nondescript doors until it settles on the one belonging to Lieutenant Auley.

The wolf was confined to another location earlier, so Owen knows the room will be empty now. Still, some nameless compulsion draws the Major's steps towards it. Halting before the closed door, Owen debates internally a moment before keying open the lock code. The panel hisses aside allowing him entry.

Stepping inside the dim interior, Owen blinks to allow his vision to adjust. The space appears untouched save for a fine layer of dust already settling over scattered personal effects. Approaching the simple desk along one wall, Owen notes the neatly organized drafting supplies and stacks of paperwork and storage discs.

His keen eyes catch on a small wooden box sitting off to one side, the sliding tile puzzle motif unmistakable. Reaching out, Owen picks it up almost reverently, thumb tracing over the smooth lacquered surface. Such a simple trinket, yet clearly treasured if Auley left it behind…

Shaking himself from darker thoughts, Owen moves to set the puzzle box down. But his sharp hearing suddenly catches a faint skittering sound from across the room. Frowning, the Major swiftly locates the source - a small, familiar fuzzy shape attempting to sneak along the far wall.

"You again…" Owen mutters, quickly crossing the short distance to snatch up the plush mascot prototype by its fuzzy scruff. The little Major Reindeer gives an indignant squeak, stubby limbs flailing wildly.

Carrying the wriggling thing over to the cot, Owen drops down to sit heavily atop the thin mattress. He sets the mascot in his lap, one hand holding it gently yet firmly in place. His stormy gaze bores into its beady glass eyes, emotions churning behind that piercing stare.

"Why do you insist on vexing me so?" He finally asks quietly. Owen isn't sure what compels him to speak to an inanimate object, however unusually mobile. But solitude and despair have eroded his usual stoicism.

When only silence answers, Owen sighs heavily. Shoulders slumping, he gently strokes the soft faux fur of the plush toy's back. His next words emerge hoarse, laden with grief. "First Elmo…now Auley too. Must I watch helplessly as those I care for throw themselves into oblivion?"

The little mascot offers no response of course. It ceases struggling after a moment, beady black eyes peering up at Owen almost quizzically. Huffing faintly, the Major sets it aside on the rumpled cot. He braces his elbows on his knees, head bowed as he drags both hands down his muzzle. The weight of so many losses over so many years presses down, threatening to crush Owen beneath their combined mass…

"Hm?" The little plush mascot prototype pokes at him insistently until Owen lifts his head. His stormy gaze falls upon the faded photograph sitting nearby - Auley's lost kin.

"Now is not the time for useless sentimentality." Owen mutters under his breath, scrubbing a weary paw down his rugged muzzle.

He moves to set the old photograph aside, but pauses as memories surface unbidden - Noah's easy laughter…Gilbert's fierce grin…Raven's sly wit… So many bright spirits extinguished because Owen failed them when it mattered most…

Owen grits his teeth as tears well up in his steel grey eyes, raw anguish cracking his usual stoic facade. "What use is there in chasing phantoms when our very lives hang in the balance?" He rasps hoarsely to the empty room.

Shaking his great head, the Major moves to rise from the cot, intent on resuming his tireless preparations for the coming battle. But then his stormy gaze falls upon the plush mascot prototype still regarding him quizzically.

Owen stills, emotions churning wildly behind that piercing stare as memories of his fallen comrades mingle with more recent bonds - Alvi's knowing smile, Auley's quiet determination…and Nicholas, his beloved Nicholas, who taught Owen to love again when he thought all capacity for it long dead…

A single tear traces its way down Owen's rugged cheek to drip unheeded from his jaw. Hands clenching into white-knuckled fists, the Major throws his head back and roars - a primal sound of anguish, fury and stubborn refusal to lose one more soul to merciless fate. The plush mascot tumbles from his lap with a squeak at the sudden violence.

Panting harshly as the echoes fade, Owen surges to his feet. His stormy eyes blaze with newfound conviction as he strides swiftly from Auley's quarters. Soldiers scramble out of his way, unnerved by both the unconcealed emotion on their commander's usually stoic face and the ominous determination in his swift stride.

Reaching the officers' quarters, Owen begins pounding a fist on doors, rousing the inhabitants within from slumber. Disheveled faces peer out, blinking owlishly in the gloom as Owen addresses them without preamble: "Assemble in the briefing room immediately. New intelligence requires swift action if we are to aid Lieutenant Auley."

Not waiting for responses, Owen moves swiftly to the next door, repeating his terse instructions. Within minutes the Major has gathered over a dozen officers, shepherding the confused group towards the briefing room.

Owen gestures for the officers to take seats around the long metal table. He remains standing, hands braced on the back of a chair as he surveys their attentive yet puzzled faces. Clearing his throat gruffly, Owen begins without further ado:

"My apologies for the abrupt rousing, gentlemen. But a matter of critical import has just come to light that cannot wait." Reaching into his uniform jacket, Owen produces the faded photograph of Auley's lost kin, setting it atop the table.

"As some of you know, Lieutenant Auley intends to abandon his post come dawn. While I cannot condone this dereliction, his motives center around locating these individuals…" Owen taps the old image meaningfully before continuing, tone grave:

"They are the missing Elf Syndrome patients Auley knew as a child. Sold into slavery by perhaps the same corrupt faction we now prepare to confront on the field of battle."

Murmurs ripple around the table at this revelation. Owen raises a hand for silence, expression intent. "The Lieutenant has sacrificed much for Cloud's welfare this past year. Now I would ask you all to aid me in locating his lost kin before fate steals away one of our own. Will you lend your skills to this search?"

Keen steel grey eyes sweep over the assembled officers, silently pleading for assistance even as Owen keeps his posture rigidly formal. He knows asking them to divert focus mere hours before impending attack is highly irregular. But desperation drives Owen now - refusing to fail another he has come to see as family.

As Owen implores their assistance looking for Auley's lost kin, the officers exchange conflicted glances. The timing could not be worse, with the base on high alert awaiting attack. But then Captain Alvi, Owen's old squadmate, stands slowly, expression grave yet resolute.

"The Lieutenant gave us back our hero when all seemed lost." He begins solemnly, gesturing to the beloved little mascot prototype Owen had set atop the table. "It's time we returned the favor."

Murmurs of assent ripple around the table. One by one the other officers rise to stand with Alvi, thumping fists over hearts in solemn oath.

Boris: "You have my claws in this search, Major!" The grizzled badger declares gruffly. "Me and the other logistics boys still have contacts all over, we'll shake the bushes and see what turns up."

Vex: flashes a sly grin, brushing back his fiery headfur "And we scout types know every back-alley data broker there is. I'll tap my sources, see if anyone's got intel on these long-lost Elves."

Around the table more voices chime in eagerly with aid and offers to pull favors amongst their various specialties. Owen blinks rapidly, throat tightening with emotion. He clears it roughly, regaining his usual crisp composure.

"You humble me with such stalwart camaraderie, my friends." He says solemnly. "Let us swiftly make what preparations we can then. Time is of the essence…"

Owen races through the dimly lit corridors of Cloud, his polished boots ringing sharply against the metal flooring with each determined step. Soldiers scramble out of his path, startled by their usually composed commander's evident haste.

"Pardon me, have any of you had dealings with these individuals before?" Owen asks urgently, flashing the faded photograph of Auley's lost kin at each beastman he passes. Most shake their heads or murmur apologies before Owen moves swiftly on.

Rounding a corner, the Major collides heavily with a harried technician. They both go down in a tangle of limbs and curses. Owen swiftly regains his feet, grimacing an apology before resuming his headlong pace. But several meters later his boot catches on an uneven panel. He sprawls forward, bracing for impact-

THUD! Owen hits the floor hard enough to drive the breath from his lungs. For a long moment he simply lays there, struggling to inhale around the blossoming ache in his chest. Then realization strikes - when did locating these long lost Elves become HIS driving purpose?

Groaning, Owen rolls over and slowly regains his feet, one hand braced against the cold metal wall. His breaths saw faintly in the frigid air as the Major collects himself. This desperate frenzy of action felt foreign…yet also right somehow. As if in his urgency to aid another, Owen had rediscovered some vital spark thought lost long ago…

Shaking himself from darker musings, Owen straightens, squaring his shoulders. His keen ears twitch as he overhears a nearby private murmur to his companion: "Yeah, I think I seen one of the elf in the snapshot doing a joint training op with our army buddies awhile back. Poor guy got nabbed by the enemy side."

Owen whirls, striding swiftly over to the two young beastmen. They snap to startled attention beneath his piercing stare. "You saw one of those individuals? Where exactly?" He demands urgently, brandishing the faded photograph.

Private: "O-oh, the exercise in Lapland last spring, sir! Just a glimpse in passing but I'm pretty sure it was that white-furred fella there." He taps the image of one Elf - Wilhelm.

"And you said he was captured? By whom?"

Private: "The opfor sir - one of them Finnish army units. Was just supposed to be a mock prisoner scenario but things got messy…"

Owen's ears pin back, mind racing. If Auley's brother Wilhelm had been swept up as a real prisoner of war, there were channels they could access to locate him. But it would require utmost delicacy…

"At ease, soldiers. And thank you, this may prove a vital lead." He says sincerely. Turning on his heel, Owen strides swiftly away, digging out his communicator.

His first call is to Makinen, the diplomatic liaison between Cloud and Finnish military officials. As the line connects, Owen begins without preamble:

"Secretary Makinen Sir, this is Major Brayden. I apologize for the abrupt contact but a matter of critical urgency has arisen that requires your assistance…"

Makinen blinks in surprise at the unexpected call from Major Owen Brayden. In all their years working together brokering the arrangement between Cloud and the Finnish military, the reserved reindeer commander had never contacted him directly before.

"Well now Major, this is certainly a surprise." Makinen remarks, unable to keep the note of curiosity from his usual polite tone. "To what do I owe the honor after all this time?"

Owen made a wry remark about the troublemaker wolf Auley shaking things up around Cloud, making Makinen chuckles softly. "Yes, I've heard Lieutenant Auley had a penchant for chaos, even when under dear Gertrude's mentorship."

Sobering somewhat, the raccoon beastman asks sincerely "I trust the unusual lad has not caused your unit undue trouble? His methods may be unorthodox at times, but Auley's heart is true."

When Owen mentions needing to ask a favor, Makinen's ringed tail gives an interested flick behind his smartly suited frame. He settles more comfortably into the plush leather executive chair, steepling his fingers atop the polished oak desk. "By all means Major, ask and I shall provide whatever assistance is within my power."

Nicholas sighs heavily, shoulders slumping as he leans back in the creaking leather chair behind his heavy oak desk. He removes his smudged glasses to massage the bridge of his broad muzzle wearily.

"You've been running yourself ragged when I expressly prescribed rest, Major." He rumbles, though there is more fond exasperation than true reproach in Nicholas' tone. Replacing his spectacles, the ursine meets Owen's conflicted steel grey gaze with empathy shining in his own sharp turquoise eyes.

"But under the circ*mstances, I believe we can overlook a single breach of protocol." A ghost of a smile touches Nicholas' lips. It swiftly fades however as he pushes a thick manila folder across the desktop towards Owen. The Major reaches for it questioningly, but Nicholas gently places one broad paw atop the dossier before he can open it.

"I have compiled a contingency stratagem here should efforts to sway young Allen prove unsuccessful." Nicholas explains gravely.

"It outlines intercept points and containment procedures to minimize potential fallout from the Lieutenant's…rash actions." His expression clouds briefly before Nicholas firms his jaw, meeting Owen's gaze squarely. "I would have you lead the interception effort should matters escalate to that, Major. Can I count on you to carry out this distasteful duty if required?"

Owen looks straight into Nicholas' eyes, then he places his paw upon Nicholas'. His steel grey eyes glint with determination as he states firmly: "No, Nicholas, I will not carry out this duty to kill Auley. I will do whatever it takes to get through to him instead."

Removing his paw from atop the dossier, Owen picks it up and sets it aside decisively. "If words cannot sway him from this reckless path, then my hands shall halt his advance until sense takes root once more."

He meets Nicholas' conflicted turquoise gaze squarely, resolve etched into every line of Owen's rugged features. "You charged me with safeguarding Cloud and all who dwell here. So I say again - I shall not take Auley's life, but I will save his heart even if I must pin him bloodied beneath me til dawn breaks."

Silence hangs heavy between them for a long tense moment. Then Nicholas sighs, a weary smile touching his lips as he reaches out to clasp Owen's shoulder. "As stalwart as ever my dear Major. Very well, we shall try things your way."

Glancing towards the scattered intelligence reports on his desk, Nicholas' expression turns grave once more. "Now then, let us review the latest scout updates. If we are to face this threat with any hope of victory, we must finalize our battle plans swiftly…"

Chapter 27: Sinners

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The boots of the Cult of Winter members marched steadily through the snowy forest as they made their way towards Cloud, the Christmas military base stationed in Lapland, Finland. Surrounding them were several Horned Heads, bipedal monsters with elongated horns, who were strangely docile and seemed to be protecting the Elves among them.

There were about 50 Cult members divided into squads, all dressed in white camouflage gear similar to a Christmas uniform but with a distinctive insignia on their shoulders. As they walked, the men casually discussed how they had recently ambushed and annihilated some Cloud scouts who had been investigating their research facility.

"Heh, those fools didn't stand a chance against our new pets here," one of them chuckled, patting a Horned Head on the back. "Too bad they managed to steal some of our data before we got them. Now Christmas will know what we've been cooking up with our little monster experiments."

Another piped up, "Bah, it's too late for them anyway! By the time they figure out what we did to these beasts, we'll be crashing down their doors!" The group laughed as they visualized the impending attack on Cloud.

Up ahead, their commander raised a hand, signaling them to stop. He peered through binoculars at the Christmas base just visible over the treetops in the distance. A cruel smile curled his lips beneath his scarf.

"There it is, gentlemen," he purred, venom in his voice. "Time to remind those Christmas dogs that we don't take kindly to them sniffing around in our business…"

As the Cult of Winter squad moved closer through the snowy forest, their commander peered ahead and noticed something amiss - there were no Cloud soldiers anywhere to be seen on patrol. The Elves murmured amongst themselves, speculating that perhaps Cloud had anticipated their attack and had prepared defenses accordingly.

"Hmm…looks like the Christmas mutts caught wind of our plans. See there in the distance? Trenches dug along the perimeter, and what seem to be force fields set up…" he observed through his binoculars. "No matter, their pathetic defenses will crumble all the same beneath our might!"

"Heh, fools left their gates wide open too! They're just begging for a thrashing!"

"I bet they've all tucked tail and run scared back into their little doghouses! This'll be easier than stealing candy from a kid on Halloween!"

The commander raised a hand to quiet the chuckling Elves. "Don't get co*cky. They may have some nasty surprises in store for us once we get closer." His cruel smile returned. "But of course, they won't stand a chance against our 'pets' here now will they?"

He patted the head of the Horned Head next to him, which let out an eerie shriek in response. The monsters surrounding them seemed to stir in anticipation for the impending battle.

"Right, enough gawking! Onward my brothers, to victory!"

With a sweep of his arm, the commander urged his forces onward through the woods towards Cloud.

Auley sat in the holding cell, idly lighting matchsticks and watching the little flames flicker to life before extinguishing them. He seemed lost in thought, finding comfort in the warmth and light of the tiny fires. As he reached for the last matchstick, he fumbled and dropped it onto the floor.

"Ah, verdammt…" He muttered under his breath, leaning down to try and reach the match through the bars. But he stopped mid-motion, his expression going blank. Slowly he sat back up, an odd detachment in his mismatched amber eyes.

He glanced over at the few Cloud soldiers tasked with guarding his cell - friends and drinking buddies he had come to know over his time here. Quietly he asked: "You guys aren't going out there to help with the defenses?"

Candyman: "Uh, afraid not, sir. The major ordered us to keep watch on you until this whole mess blows over. Can't disobey a direct order, you know…"

He trailed off, looking distinctly uncomfortable under Auley's intense stare. The sounds of soldiers rushing to battle stations and preparing defenses echoed from deeper within the base. It was clear a major assault was imminent, yet here they were stuck on babysitting duty.

Another guard, a squirrel beastman piped up nervously "B-but I'm sure the others have it handled! The commander's been preparing for this fight for weeks now. A-and the major is one hell of a fighter from what I hear. Heh…"

"And with all due respect, I'm getting real tired of watching you. Nothing ever happens here," Candyman complained, his voice tinged with boredom.

"Looks like it's time for you to take a breather, gentlemen. You've more than earned it," Auley said with a reassuring smile.

No sooner had he said this then several canisters suddenly dropped from the ventilation shaft overhead, spewing sleeping gas into the confined space.

Reacting quickly, Auley slipped a gas mask out from beneath his blanket and secured it over his muzzle just before losing consciousness. As the Cloud guards slumped over under the effects of the gas, a small drone emerged from the vent and hovered down towards the cell door. Extending a manipulator arm, it deftly removed a key from one guard's pocket and unlocked Auley's cell.

Stepping out cautiously, Auley murmured "Es tut mir leid…" to the snoozing guards before hurrying off down the corridor.

Auley ran with purpose through the corridors of Cloud, using his knowledge of the base's camera blind spots to avoid detection. He noted with unease how eerily empty some of the passageways were - it was as if he was being herded along a specific path by some unknown force. Even his covertly obtained access codes failed to open certain sealed doorways.

Eventually he reached a nearby ventilation grate leading to his secret stash. Glancing around furtively, he pried open the grate and slipped inside, arming himself with the equipment hidden within. Securing his tactical gear and specialized weaponry, Auley's expression was grim but determined.

"So they seek to control even my movements, hm?" He muttered to himself. "Well no more. If I am to meet my end this day, it will be on my terms."

Finished with his preparations, Auley replaced the grate and continued cautiously down the corridor. His sensitive ears swiveled, alert for any sounds amidst the too-quiet base. As he passed by a security office, he noted the screens showing various external camera feeds of the base's defenses being mobilized against the impending Cult attack. Auley studied them intently for a long moment before moving on, a new urgency propelling his steps.

As he neared the communications center, Auley paused in the shadow of a doorway, peering carefully around the corner. A lone reindeer technician sat hunched over a console, headphones over his ears as he monitored comms traffic. The wolf considered for a moment before sliding a small cylindrical device from his belt pouch.

"Entschuldigen Sie die Unterbrechung, mein Freund," Auley murmured, before tossing the device around the corner. It landed with a metallic clink, rolling to a stop near the technician's feet. The reindeer glanced down in confusion, eyes widening as he registered what it was - a flashbang grenade.

With a deafening bang and brilliant flash of light, the grenade detonated, blinding and disorienting the technician. Auley was already moving, surging into the room to deliver a swift knifehand strike to the back of the reindeer's neck. With a strangled bleat, the technician collapsed bonelessly across his console.

Auley gently moved him to the floor before taking up position at the main comms terminal. His fingers flew rapidly over the keys as he worked to access the system through the backdoor he had covertly installed previously. Information scrolled across the screens faster than an unaugmented eye could track.

Auley's fingers flew rapidly across the keyboard as he attempted to access Cloud's long-range communications to carry out his sabotage. But after several failed attempts, he leaned back with a frustrated sigh.

"Dammit…access has been completely locked down," he muttered. Further investigation revealed that it was Nicholas himself who had implemented the security lockout across critical systems.

Pushing away from the console, Auley paced the small room anxiously. With communications secured, there was little he could do here to fulfill his mission. The sounds of the base mobilizing for battle echoed distantly through the halls - he was running out of time.

With Nicholas having locked down critical systems, there was little he could do to fulfill his sabotage mission. He briefly considered trying to reach the Commander's office to obtain the access codes, but confronting Nicholas directly…no, Auley shook his head, unable to steel himself to do it.

He would have to settle for the next best option - disabling Cloud's long-range antenna. At least that would buy some time and prevent them contacting the outside world once attack commenced. Their short-range comms would be unaffected, allowing coordination against the Cult forces. It left a bitter taste in Auley's mouth, but it was the only compromise he could make between duty and conscience.

Auley made his way cautiously through the empty corridors of Cloud, the sounds of distant battle echoing outside - gunfire and the ghastly shrieks of Horned Heads. His sensitive ears were pricked, alert for any signs of movement in the too-quiet halls around him.

As he approached an open area ahead, there was a sudden hiss and slam of heavy doors sealing closed behind him. Auley whirled instantly, combat reflexes taking over as he raised his ballistic shield, dispensing a swarm of drones in a defensive formation around his position.

Auley swept his gaze upwards towards the second level balcony ringing the open space. There stood Gracia, Ian, Connor and several other Cloud soldiers, armed and regarding him intently. A shimmering forcefield enclosed the area, preventing his drones from outflanking them. It was clearly an ambush.

Auley regarded the soldiers coldly, his gaze calculating as he assessed the situation. The heavy door behind him was sealed tight, and the shuttered windows too far to provide an easy escape route. His best option was the door directly below the balcony where the soldiers stood.

Connor: "There's no need for this, Auley! The major found your brother Wilhelm hours ago. Stand down!"

Auley's lips curled into a faint, mirthless smile at Connor's words, clearly unconvinced. "You'll have to do better than that, Sergeant. Did you only just now decide to use my brother as leverage?"

His tone was mocking, ears flattened against his skull. Connor exchanged an uneasy glance with Gracia and Ian. Despite being outnumbered and cornered, the silvery wolf seemed unafraid, almost eager for confrontation as his claws flexed at his sides. The soldiers tightened their grips on their weapons, the tension in the room escalating rapidly.

Connor snarled in frustration as Auley deflected his pleas, slamming down his ballistic shield between them in open challenge. More drones began to spread out in preparation for the impending skirmish.

Connor: "It's the truth, dammit! Just stand down and wait a couple hours!" The large wolf's voice was a mix of fury and anguish. "Why are you so set on fighting us, Auley?! It's pointless!"

In response, Auley gave a faint smile tinged with sadness for the situation he had forced them all into. He balled one hand into a fist and thumped it firmly over his heart, before raising his fist towards the soldiers in a clear gesture of resolution and defiance.

Gracia watched this exchange, reminded suddenly of his best friend Elmo who often made similar gestures when steeling himself for battle. The ursine soldier realized in that moment that Auley was utterly committed to seeing this through, no matter what stood in his way.

"Please, Auley, just listen to reason! We don't want to fight you!" Connor's voice echoed through the tense air, his desperation palpable. "Think about what you're doing! There's no need for this!"

As Connor shouted desperately for Auley to stand down, Gracia placed a firm paw on his shoulder, shaking his head silently.

The two sides regarded each other tensely across the open space, the very air crackling with anticipation. It seemed violence was inevitable now.

A loud explosion from nearby signaled the start of the assault as Gracia's squad opened fire. Auley was already moving, combat reflexes and muscle memory taking over as he sprinted in an evasive zig-zag pattern towards the nearest piece of cover - a heavy equipment crate. Bullets peppered the floor where he had stood a split-second before.

Skidding into a crouch behind the crate, Auley signaled orders rapidly through his neural chip interface. His drones streaked upwards, small cutting lasers and mini-torches flaring to life as they converged on the shimmering energy barrier enclosing the balcony.

"Just a little sabotage between friends, eh?"

"Target those drones! EMP grenades, now!" Gracia's command cut through the tension, his voice sharp and authoritative as he directed his soldiers to take action against Auley's advancing drones. Bright, crackling discharges of electricity erupted amidst the drones, frying circuits and forcing them to retreat lest they be disabled entirely.

"Hah! Not so co*cky now, are ya wolfie?" Gracia taunted with a smug grin, though his eyes remained hard and wary.

On the balcony, Ian hastily worked to reinitialize the forcefield emitters while Connor and the others kept Auley pinned down behind cover with sustained volleys. The silvery wolf was trapped for the moment, but Gracia knew better than to underestimate his capabilities.

"Tch…not bad, but let's see how long you can keep this up," he muttered. More drones converged to lay down suppressing fire towards the balcony while Auley considered his next move. With the forcefield weakened, perhaps he could…no, the risk of being pinned down by gunfire was still too great. He would have to find a way to divide their attention first.

Glancing around, Auley spied a fire suppression system control panel on the nearby wall. A small grin curled his muzzle. Quickly ordering through his neural chip, he dispatched a single drone to interface with the panel. Alarms began blaring throughout the room as the fire system activated, spraying all present with jets of icy cold water. Cries of shock and dismay sounded from the balcony as the soldiers were drenched.

“What's wrong? Can't take a little winter weather?" His mocking laughter echoed through the downpour as he sprinted from cover, making a beeline towards the lower exit.

BANG!

Suddenly a high-caliber round came screaming through a nearby window, nearly catching him unaware. His defensive drones rushed to intercept the shot, the impacts buying Auley a split-second to activate his personal forcefield emitter.

"Ugh!" Auley grunted as the bullet slammed into his forcefield, the impact sending a sharp "Thunk!" reverberating through the room.

The bullet glanced off the glowing energy barrier in a shower of sparks, but the force was still enough to slam Auley off his feet.

"Gah!" He cried out as he hit the floor hard, the damaged emitter sputtering out. Cursing under his breath, he scrambled into cover behind a sturdy looking desk just as more shots peppered his previous position. His ears rang from the deafening gunfire as he slammed his ballistic shield down and pulled his sidearm, straining all his senses for the attackers' locations.

"Cap! Think you can get an angle to disarm him?"

Captain Alvi swiftly reloaded his anti-material rifle as he peered down from his rooftop vantage point, spotting Auley taking cover behind a sturdy desk below. The silvery wolf was pinned down by the unexpected attack, his ears still ringing from the deafening gunfire.

"Negative visual, can't get a clear shot from this angle. Will reposition, standby."

Gracia's voice crackled over the radio in acknowledgment as Alvi began swiftly traversing the icy rooftop, seeking a better vantage point.

"Be advised, target utilizes three drone types - scouts, defenders, and assault. The scouts have been positioned to provide early warning while the defenders form a protective swarm. Assault drones switch tasks depending on tactical needs. Manual control of that many units simultaneously is impossible, so isolate and disable the command frequency to disrupt the network."

"Heh, well aren't you a regular bookworm, Cap. Who would've thought?"

The sounds of the ongoing battle outside echoed through headquarters as the soldiers continued their gaining ground on Auley. Rounding a corner, Gracia caught a glimpse of the silvery wolf taking cover behind a heavy desk, his ballistic shield raised as his squad continued to pepper his position. The drones swirled in agitated patterns, unable to pinpoint the sniper's location.

"Alright boys, looks like we got him pinned!" Gracia barked, signaling the squad to advance behind the cover of their riot shields. Connor slipped through a side door, circling around to try and flank Auley's position. But the wolf had keen senses - his ears swiveled towards the faint scuff of claws on tile and he whirled, pistol firing. The shots went wide but forced Connor to dive for cover behind a steel column.

"C'mon Auley, just put the gun down already!" he shouted in frustration. But if the Lieutenant heard, he gave no indication.

Auley gritted his teeth in frustration as the soldiers closed in, shields raised. They had clearly analyzed his capabilities and were coordinating to counteract his usual tactics.

"If you wish to force my hand, so be it," he growled under his breath. Rapidly sending commands through his neural chip, Auley dispatched his drones to swarm the approaching squad in a complex aerial pincer movement, attacking from multiple angles to divide their attention. Small explosions erupted along the line as the shields sparked and smoked under the barrage, forcing the soldiers back with cries of dismay. The drones pressed the attack mercilessly, widening the space between them.

"Dammit! Everyone fall back and regroup!"

Outside the base, the battle raged fiercely as the Cult of Winter forces continued their relentless assault. The new technologies developed under Project Helvetti had reinforced Cloud's defenses, but the Cult seemed well-prepared to counter them.

The crazed battle-cries of the Cultists echoed across the battlefield as they managed to push the Cloud defenders back to their final line of trenches and barricades. The monsters flanking the Elves - twisted, corrupted Horned Heads - shrieked and howled as they pressed the attack. The beasts seemed maddened, driven into a frenzy by some unseen force.

Cult Commander: "Keep pushing, lads! We've got 'em on the ropes now!"

But the Cult Commander's cry of triumph abruptly turned into a choked "Ack!" as the high-caliber round tore through his shoulder, the sound drowned out by the spray of crimson that erupted from the wound. His comrades fell around him with similar fatal shots, collapsing limply into the bloodstained snow.

Shocked silence descended on the Cult forces at this sudden turn. Then pandemonium erupted as they scrambled for cover, their unified advance disintegrating.

He ducked behind cover, clutching at the bleeding wound torn through his shoulder by the unseen assailant. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the empty, snow-swept battlefield, searching for any sign of his attacker. The only evidence was the line of rapidly filling footprints approaching through the snow.

Commander: "Well now…aren't we confident to be attempting a flank all on your own, little Christmas dog?" He called mockingly across the field, masking his unease. His words echoed strangely through the icy air with no response. Only silence answered…and then another shot cracked out, felling an Elf beside him. The Commander's eyes widened in shock - it was impossible! No Elf should be able to hide from another while manifested…unless…

Commander: "Nicholas!" He snarled in realization, lips curling back over sharp teeth. It could only be the nosy Santa himself who had mastered control over his manifestation to such an extent. The footprints paused, as if considering, before continuing their steady approach through the snow. The Commander barked a harsh laugh. "So the big boss has finally shown himself! What's wrong Nicky, too afraid to face me without hiding behind your little magic cloak?"

"Enough bloodshed," he said, his voice steady and commanding despite the chaos around them. "Your misguided actions end here. Surrender peacefully, and we can find a way to resolve this conflict without further loss of life."

As if to punctuate his statement, Nicholas dropped his manifestation, revealing himself amidst the swirling snow. The Cult soldiers immediately opened fire, but their bullets glanced harmlessly off the shimmering forcefield now surrounding the polar bear.

Cult Commander: "You damned fool! Letting emotion make you reckless…" He sneered, though his feral eyes betrayed his surprise at Nicholas' sudden appearance. "With their commander dead, the rest of Cloud will fold easily! You should've sent your dog! That 'hero' would've made a better sport than you!"

"Owen is otherwise engaged at the moment," he informed the Cult Commander in a tone of quiet menace. "And I have no intention of dying today. A commander only joins the fray once victory is assured."

As he spoke, dozens of Cloud soldiers that had been hiding camouflaged beneath the snow suddenly erupted upwards, opening fire on the Cultists who had focused their attention solely on Nicholas. Cries of shock and pain echoed across the battlefield as the ambushers mercilessly gunned down the rear flank.

"You were foolish to underestimate us," Nicholas stated calmly over the din and chaos. "Now then, shall we discuss the terms of your surrender?"

Gracia's squad advanced steadily through the debris-strewn corridor, weapons trained ahead at the overturned desk where Auley had taken cover. The wolf was pinned down by Alvi's sniper fire from the rooftop while Gracia sought to flank his position. Most of Auley's drones lay scattered across the tile, disabled or overheated from the intense skirmish.

"C'mon Fido, you're cornered!" Gracia called out, his tone a mixture of frustration and regret. "Don't throw your life away over this, just stand down already!"

He signaled the squad to halt their advance momentarily, not wishing to provoke Auley into a suicidal last stand if it could be avoided. Gracia sighed, raising the radio to update the Major on their progress in apprehending the rogue lieutenant.

Sensing that Gracia was distracted, Auley pulled a small cylindrical device from his belt - an experimental resonance grenade. Keying the activation sequence, he turned his head away and lobbed it out towards the approaching squad. A high-pitched tone pierced the air, shattering glass and forcing the soldiers to cringe in pain, claws pressed desperately over their sensitive ears.

Amidst their disorientation, the special rounds Auley had shot into the floor earlier finally detonated. The shaped charges focused the explosive force directly upwards into the energy barrier surrounding the troops. Cries of dismay sounded as the shield emitters overloaded, trapping the soldiers helplessly within.

"I’m sorry, everyone!"

Taking advantage of the chaos, Auley broke from cover, sprinting towards the exit. But Gracia had managed to avoid both traps, skidding to a stop in front of the door with his riot shield raised.

"Move!" Auley shouted as he rushed towards Gracia without stopping, but the ursine soldier remained firmly planted, raising his riot shield to deflect the flanking drones. In the same instant, Alvi's high-powered rifle cracked out once more from his rooftop vantage point, neatly disabling another drone unit.

Both of them drew their sidearms simultaneously, the standoff freezing them in place for a split-second as they regarded each other over the sights of their raised pistols. Time seemed to slow for a heart-wrenching moment as the two friends turned enemies raised their pistols towards one another. Auley's finger tightened on the trigger, instincts screaming at him to shoot, to remove the obstacle in his path…but in his mind's eye, he saw Elmo's smiling face. Gracia was his best friend. Gritting his teeth, he jerked his aim aside at the last second even as Gracia did the same. Twin shots cracked out, Auley's bullet tearing through Gracia's thigh as the bear's round slammed into his right arm.

"Verdammt…get out of my way, Gracia!" He shouted desperately, his voice taut with pain and frustration. The bullet tore through his right arm in a spray of crimson and the wolf stumbled with a choked cry of pain. But still he forced himself onwards, his drones laying down suppressing fire to cover his escape.

"You won't stop me so easily..." Auley growled through clenched fangs, his face pale beneath the black fur from blood loss. Binding the injury swiftly to stem the bleeding he dispatched the remaining drones to continue harassing Gracia's squad as the ursine officer called pleadingly after him.

There was regret in Auley's mismatched amber eyes, but his jaw was set with determination as he slipped through the exit. He had to keep moving, get outside and finish his mission. Pausing in an alcove, Auley hastily accessed a wall panel and disabled the lockdown on several key accessways leading towards his destination. The sounds of battle echoed more strongly from outside - the base was under heavy assault. He was running out of time…

Chapter 28: The Yuletide

Chapter Text

Nicholas strode through the battlefield, boots crunching softly through the bloodstained snow. The remaining Cultists had been rounded up by Cloud soldiers, forced to kneel in surrender with hands bound behind their backs. The corrupted Horned Heads milled about uncertainly, awaiting commands from their now-captured masters.

Reaching the Cult Commander, Nicholas regarded him coldly down the length of his muzzle. "Your forces are defeated and your base of operations lies in ruins," he stated matter-of-factly. "I will accept nothing less than your complete surrender. Stand down the monsters you brought with you, then order your followers to lay down their arms."

The Cult Commander snarled viciously at Nicholas' demand for surrender, his eyes burning with hatred. "You damned traitor! You and all your Christmas lapdogs - catering to the whims of those non-Elf beasts! Have you no pride in our people?"

He spat at Nicholas' feet, blood flecking his chin from his wounded shoulder. The remaining Cultists stirred restlessly, bound hands clenching into white-knuckled fists. But they seemed unwilling to provoke Nicholas and his forces further after their sound defeat.

Nicholas regarded the fanatical Cult Commander coldly, unfazed by his venomous words. After a long, tense moment, the polar bear replied in an even tone: "Our duty has only ever been to protect both Elf and non-Elf citizens alike from the threat of monsters and those who would manipulate them for harm."

His piercing turquoise gaze swept over the corrupted beasts and the shackled Cultists. "As for pride - I reserve mine for those willing to build understanding between all peoples, not peddle lies to further your selfish agenda."

He took a step closer, looming over the kneeling Commander. His voice hardened, brooking no argument. "Now then, Commander. This is your last chance. Stand down your forces immediately and order them to lay down arms."

Nicholas' hand drifted casually to the pistol at his hip, making it clear he would brook no further resistance or delays.

Nicholas watched coldly as the Cult Commander hesitated before finally calling for the corrupted Horned Heads to stand down. But before the order could even fully leave his lips, the Elf suddenly convulsed.

"Aaaargh!"

The Cult Commander's gut-wrenching scream of agony tore through the air as blood poured from his eyes, ears, and mouth, the sound reverberating with sheer torment. The Christmas soldiers cried out in dismay, shrinking back from the gruesome spectacle while the Horned Heads milled in confusion.

The Cult Commander's body hit the snow with a dull thump, eyes glassy and lifeless as crimson stained the icy ground around him. Stunned silence descended on the gathering before an amused, mocking laugh suddenly echoed from the dead Elf's radio.

???: "My my, made rather a mess of him didn't you, Mister Briant?" The smooth, cultured voice held a cruel edge to it. "I do apologize for the interruption, but I'm afraid I just couldn't resist. After all, I've so been looking forward to finally talk to Cloud's esteemed Commander. Tell me: did you had fun playing Savior out here in this white, pristine land?"

Nicholas stared down at the Cult Commander's corpse, his expression unreadable behind the glinting lenses of his glasses. Blood continued to spread outwards from the body, steaming crimson against the icy white snow.

"What a waste," he murmured, almost to himself. Then his gaze hardened, turquoise eyes flashing dangerously as he turned his attention to the radio now clutched in one lifeless hand. The mocking, cultured voice continued emanating from the device's tinny speaker.

"I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, caller," he responded evenly, though there was an edge beneath his polite tone. "You know my name, yet I remain unaware of yours. Perhaps an introduction is in order before we continue this conversation?"

The mocking voice coming from the radio speaker let out an exaggerated sigh. "Oh, I'm afraid the term 'Krampus' is already taken, so you may simply call me…the Yule Goat."

There was a sly, almost playful lilt to his cultured tone, though an undertone of cruelty remained. The Cloud soldiers exchanged uneasy glances, shifting their stances at this unknown entity's sudden intrusion.

"I see. Well then, Yule Goat, perhaps you'd care to explain this unwarranted interference in our affairs? I was in the midst of negotiating the surrender of your forces after all."

"Why, Commander, I simply wish to talk about our ideals! You see, our dreams are not so different, you and I. We both seek to create a world where our people can live in peace and prosperity."

His smooth tone turned mocking, almost pitying. "Such a shame I'll have to snuff out one of the brightest lights among the Elves. But alas, progress demands sacrifice, as I'm sure you know…"

There was a pause, as if Yule Goat was savoring Nicholas' reaction. Then he continued, a sly edge entering his voice: "I have a proposal for you, Nicholas Briant. Join my cause - help me make this world a home where only our kind can thrive, no longer subject to the whims of those beneath us. All I require from someone of your talents is…compliance. The Elven future lies in our hands alone after all. Surely you must see the necessity?"

The faintest hint of disgust curling Nicholas' lip before he schooled his features back into an unreadable mask.

"An ambitious vision to be sure. And yet…" Nicholas trailed off, tilting his head almost pityingly "…deeply misguided, I'm afraid. This world belongs to all peoples. I cannot condone slaughter in the name of ideals, no matter how lofty they claim to be."

"We of Christmas have but one purpose - to safeguard all citizens without bias or prejudice. I will not betray that trust for your short-sighted goals."

The mocking laughter of the Yule Goat echoed across the silent battlefield as the Christmas forces tensed, awaiting his next move. Nicholas' expression remained stoic behind the glint of his glasses, though his jaw clenched almost imperceptibly at the unseen foe's arrogant laugh.

"A pity, Commander, truly it is. But it seems my new world has no place for the likes of you after all." His smooth tone turned sharp, ringing with command. "My pets! Destroy this foolish old bear who dares hinder our great purpose!"

The corrupted Horned Heads surrounding the Christmas forces seemed to shudder in unison at the Yule Goat's words, their eyeless heads swiveling towards Nicholas. Wicked claws flexed and serrated fangs glinted wetly as the monsters tensed, ready to attack on signal. The Cloud soldiers raised their weapons warily in response as Nicholas swiftly drew his pistol, taking aim at the radio still clutched in the dead Commander's lifeless hand.

"I think not," the polar bear stated coldly, and pulled the trigger.

The Horned Heads shrieked in unison as the shot rang out, the radio sparking and going dead. They charged forward with murderous intent, only to slam bodily into the shimmering energy barrier now erected between them and the Cloud forces.

"Drone squadron - open fire!" Nicholas commanded sharply. At his order, hundreds of drones rose into the air with a mechanical whine, their weapons systems powering up with an ominous hum. Beams of coherent energy sliced through the winter air, scything into the milling monsters. The Horned Heads wailed and thrashed as smoking holes were punched clean through their bodies by the merciless barrage.

The Christmas soldiers added their own firepower to the assault, gunning down any beast that managed to break through the barrier. Nicholas observed the unfolding chaos impassively for a moment before turning to gaze back at Cloud headquarters, just visible in the distance.

Somewhere within, Owen now moved to confront Auley in a bid to stop the rogue lieutenant from fulfilling his own ambitions. Nicholas' expression was grave, pride and worry warring within him.

"Owen… it’s up to you now,"

Auley winced as he dragged himself out of the elevator shaft into the top floor, clutching at his roughly bandaged arm. Blood still seeped through the makeshift dressing, leaving crimson stains across the tiles in his wake. He paused to catch his breath, ears pricked and swiveling for any sounds of pursuit.

"Not much further now," he gritted out under his breath. Judging by the schematics he had studied previously, there should be roof access through a hatch somewhere ahead. With the emergency stairwells barricaded and the external maintenance ladders too exposed to Alvi's sniper fire, it was his only option left.

Staggering down the corridor, Auley grimaced against the throbbing pain in his wounds but forced himself onwards through sheer willpower. Just a little more…

Auley rounded the corner into a long, dimly lit corridor, the blood dripping from his injured arm leaving a faint trail behind him. His ears pricked at the sound of a familiar voice speaking low into a radio up ahead.

"That's right, secure all access points. No one gets in or out until I give the all-clear." His tone brooked no argument. Terminating the call, Owen finally turned to face the corridor, keen eyes piercing the gloom.

"You might as well come out, Lieutenant," he called evenly. "All other routes have been sealed off. If you want to reach the roof hatch, you'll have to go through me."

He slowly removed his officer's cap, placing it neatly atop a nearby supply crate. His gaze remained fixed on the shadows further down the passage, watching…waiting. There was no anger or judgment in Owen's expression, only calm resolution. One way or another, this confrontation had been inevitable from the start…

Auley steps out of the shadows, regarding Owen with a mix of guilt and determination in his mismatched amber eyes. Blood drips slowly from the makeshift bandage around his wounded arm, leaving faint crimson stains on the tile.

"Owen…" he murmurs quietly. They stand tensely for a long moment, the history of camaraderie and betrayal hanging thickly between them. Finally Auley breaks the silence, his gaze never leaving Owen's.

"Aren't you going to try and convince me to stop?"

"Connor already tried pleading with you. Words won't get through now."

He grabbed the rifle and held it in a ready position, barrel aimed unwaveringly at the wolf's chest. "So I'll make this simple. You want to get to that hatch? You'll have to go through me first."

"Show me what your resolve is made of, Lieutenant," Owen challenged, eyes glinting sharply. "Because I swear I'll stop you, even if I have to break every bone in your damned body…" He shifted his stance, muscles coiling in anticipation beneath his uniform.

The wolf lieutenant's expression softened into an oddly gentle smile. All traces of hesitation melted away as he regarded Owen with clear eyes now devoid of doubt or inner turmoil.

"I understand now, Major." His tone was calm, almost affectionate with acceptance. "Then by all means, let us fulfill our duties here today."

As Owen's finger tightened on the trigger, the rapid "Rat-tat-tat!" of gunfire filled the metal corridor, each shot echoing off the walls with deadly precision. Auley's reflexes kicked in, his body moving swiftly as he evaded the blistering volley. Meanwhile, his drones rushed forward with a determined "Buzz-zip!" to intercept the incoming bullets. The air crackled with tension as the lethal hailstorm of bullets sparked off the walls and floor. Yet, amidst the chaos, Auley continued his rapid, zigzagging advance, his footsteps echoing with determined purpose as he closed in on Owen.

As the drone swarm converges on Owen's position, he rolls sideways behind a sturdy storage crate, bullets sparking off the concrete floor where he stood a split-second before. The heavy rounds meant for Auley instead tear smoking holes through the unfortunate drones caught in their path.

Popping up from cover, Owen snaps off several more disciplined bursts, forcing Auley to abort his charge lest he be cut to ribbons. "Ha! Nice try, pup!" Owen taunts, the faintest hint of a grin visible beneath his mane.

"Surely you can do better than that, Major!" he called mockingly over the din, the slightest hint of a fierce grin visible through the drone swarm. Then he flung out one arm, sending an explosive disk skittering across the floor towards Owen's position…

His sharp eyes track the small explosive disk skittering across the floor towards him even as he exchanges fire with the evasive wolf. Calmly drawing a flashbang grenade from his belt with his free hand, Owen lobs it to intercept the disk. It detonates midair in a blinding flash, disrupting the disk's trajectory and causing it to explode harmlessly against a nearby wall.

"Cute toys lieutenant, but we're not playing games here!" The major barks sharply, taking advantage of the momentary distraction to dash towards a more tactically advantageous position behind a sturdy looking transformer box.

"Clang!"

Sparks fly as stray bullets meant for him instead slam into the heavy machinery. Warning alarms blare to life, red emergency lighting washing the corridor in an ominous crimson glow. Owen is forced to squint against the strobing brightness - his reinforced eyes could perceive ultraviolet and infrared wavelengths, but rapid flashing still irritated his vision.

"Do not underestimate me, Major!"

Auley directs a drone to strafe the vulnerable machinery. More alarms blare to life as it explodes in a shower of flame and shrapnel. Under the cover of the renewed chaos, Auley slips stealthily between pools of shadow, attempting to flank Owen's position.

Owen squints again, his reinforced eyes struggling to adapt to the strobing effect that irritated his vision. Taking cover behind the heavy transformer machinery, he risks a cautious glance around the edge of the metal box, seeking any sign of Auley's lithe, silvery form amidst the intermittent flashes of red.

There - a flicker of movement, a faint shimmer of pale fur darting between shadows barely glimpsed from the corner of Owen's eye. Sharp ears tracking the faint scrape of claws on concrete, Owen whirls and snaps off a blistering volley towards that fleeting hint of motion. But whether his shots find their mark or not, Auley's position is lost once more amidst the darkness.

"Tch, hold still would you?" Owen mutters in frustration under his breath. No matter - the major knows this base inside and out. Judging by available cover, Auley's most likely path of approach would be…there!

With a grunt of effort, Owen tips over a heavy supply crate, sending it crashing down to block the nearby corridor intersection. The deafening clamor echoes harshly off the concrete walls, momentarily obscuring all other sounds. Not wasting the opportunity, Owen swiftly switches out his assault rifle's ammo drum for an alternate load - tranquilizer rounds. Non-lethal but debilitating - he only needs to slow Auley down now.

Ejecting the half-spent ammo drum with a metallic clatter, Owen slaps the tranq mag into place and racks the slide, chambering the first specialized round. "Alright Lieutenant, playtime's over!" He barks sharply. "Stand down now before I have to put you down hard!"

Auley grits his fangs as another of his drones explodes under Owen's blisteringly accurate fire. The acrid tang of scorched metal and ozone hangs thickly in the air. He is running out of options - and time. The sounds of battle raging distantly outside are his constant reminder.

He had dispatched his few remaining drones in attempts to flank the major's position. But Owen reacted swiftly, sending a heavy supply crate crashing down to block the intersection Auley had intended to use for his approach.

"Verdammt, does nothing slip your notice, Major?!" His mocking tone echoes off the concrete walls, location obscured amidst the crimson-lit darkness.

Sacrificing a drone to distract Owen, Auley risks breaking cover, sprinting towards a half-open storage room. He slides inside the dark space just as another blistering volley of tranquilizer round sprays the hall where he had been a split-second before. The heavy door slams shut under the control of his drones, buying him a few precious seconds.

As Owen follows Auley into the storage room, his battle-honed instincts suddenly scream out in warning. Halting abruptly, he scans the gloom and spots rows of nearly invisible tripwires strung at neck height ahead. Owen throws himself sideways in a combat roll just as Auley's drones open fire from concealed positions.

"Gah!" Owen snarls through clenched teeth as a bullet grazes his cheek, drawing a thin line of crimson. Coming up swiftly in a kneeling position, he spots a drone emerging from cover in the corner and snaps off a quick shot, disabling it.

Sensing movement behind him, Owen whirls, bringing his riot shield up just in time to intercept a blistering volley of fire from Auley. The heavy rounds spark loudly off the durable shield with a series of "Clangs!", mere inches from Owen's face. Grunting with the effort of holding his ground against the sustained fire, Owen drops prone and risks a glance over the rim of his shield, looking for any opening.

"C'mon pup, that all you got? My grandma shoots better than that!" He taunts loudly, hoping to provoke Auley into making a mistake.

With a swift motion of his paw, Auley commands his remaining drones to attempt a pincer maneuver, seeking to divide Owen's attention. But the major reacts swiftly, his sharp tactical mind already moving to counter as he activates the glowing energy barrier of his personal forcefield emitter.

Auley narrows his eyes, quickly adapting his strategy to target the vulnerable shield generator. But Owen seems to anticipate this, and in a bold move deactivates his barrier. Bullets pepper the space he occupied mere moments before as he dances between blistering volleys of gunfire. With a decisive throw, Owen launches both the damaged emitter and a grenade towards the clustered drones.

"Was?!" The wolf cries out in dismay and surprise as the explosion eliminates over half of his remaining forces in one stroke. Whirling towards the sudden movement behind him, Auley snaps off several instinctive shots towards Owen's swift approaching form before being forced to dive and roll behind a sturdy shelving unit for cover. The major's thrown knife embeds itself into the concrete floor inches from where Auley stood, kicking up sparks.

Panting harshly, Auley spares a swift glance at his neural chip interface - less than a handful of operational drones remaining, plus his own dwindling ammo reserves. This had to end quickly, one way or another. The sounds of the raging battle outside echoed more distantly now…time was rapidly slipping away. Gritting his teeth stubbornly, Auley dispatches his few remaining drones in an attempt to slow the major's advance, buying precious seconds to hastily bind his still-seeping wounded arm. He had to end this now…

Owen pressed his attack, seeking to capitalize on Auley's impatience. Feinting a throw towards one side of the wolf's cover, he then vaulted upwards, powerful legs launching him atop the tall shelves.

With a grunt, Owen shoved hard, toppling the heavy shelving unit onto the space where Auley had taken cover mere moments before. A deafening crash echoed through the room, drowning out all other sounds for a long moment.

Owen dropped lightly down, combat knife glinting in one broad hand as he swiftly closed the distance to engage Auley directly. The wolf fought viciously, all pretenses gone as killer instinct took over. But Gertrude's ruthless training regime was meant to hone survival, not skill - Owen's decades of combat experience soon gave him the upper hand.

Auley grit his teeth as Owen's blade finds its mark yet again, leaving a shallow slash across his shoulder. The numerous cuts covering his body had begun to take their toll, reactions slowing and movements growing increasingly desperate. As Owen's knife swings in for another punishing blow, Auley takes a desperate gamble - lunging forward inside the major's reach, he grabs onto Owen's wrist with his gloved hand, thumb pressing the concealed button to send an electric shock arcing through.

"Ugh!" Owen grunts sharply at the sudden jolt but shows no other reaction, glare unwavering from behind the mane hanging in his eyes. Auley's own amber eyes widen in dismay as he glances down - Owen's free hand now clutches his assault rifle, barrel pressed directly against Auley's chest.

Auley activated his damaged forcefield emitter in a desperate attempt at defense. It blocked the onslaught for precious seconds before failing, leaving him vulnerable to the subsequent assault.

"Arghhhhhhh!"

Auley screams out in pain as over a dozen tranquilizer rounds pierce his skin, slowed only by his now-damaged body armor. He stumbles, the powerful sedatives already threatening to drag him into unconsciousness as the room spins dizzily.

"H-how…how are you still standing?" He grits out through clenched fangs, fighting to remain on his feet. Blood continues to drip from his numerous wounds, forming an ever-growing crimson pool beneath them. Owen regards him impassively, seemingly unaffected.

"Remember the discrepancies? We combed through your supply requisitions, Lieutenant. I'm wearing an insulation suit as a precaution against your little bag of tricks." His tone is matter-of-fact, with no malice or judgment.

Auley's lips curl into a wild, almost feral grin as he withdraws a syringe. Injecting himself swiftly, he grits his fangs against the painful sting. "Well done indeed, Major," he chuckles darkly.

Before Owen's eyes, the powerful stimulant and tranquilizer antidote rapidly counteracts the sedatives now flooding Auley's system. Shaking off their effects through sheer stubborn willpower, the wolf straightens, a dangerous gleam in his mismatched eyes. "Let's keep this going then shall we?" he rasps with a challenging laugh.

With another wave of his paw, Auley dispatches his few remaining drones in an attempt to divide Owen's attention while withdrawing a fresh ammo clip for his sidearm with his free hand. The sounds of raging battle can still be heard distantly beyond the sealed blast doors - the fate of Cloud hangs perilously in the balance outside while within, wolf and reindeer clash in a deadly confrontation that only one may emerge from…

Chapter 29: Fire

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Gertrude is sitting in her room, leisurely carving a small wooden figure into the shape of a familiar male polar bear wearing glasses. She is humming softly, focused intently on her craft. Her room is decorated with various wooden animal carvings placed neatly on shelves.

"Gertrude!"

Suddenly the door bursts open and Mason storms in, red-faced and shouting: "Gertrude! This is a disaster! The Cult attack is failing completely - if that damned Nicholas finds proof of our involvement, it'll be a one-way trip to the gallows for us both!"

He glares furiously at the female polar bear, who does not look up from her carving or acknowledge his presence. Her tone remains calm and composed as she replies: "Come now Mason, no need for such dramatics. The situation remains well in hand."

Mason gapes incredulously, gesturing wildly to emphasize his agitation. "In hand?! While you sit here whittling away without a care?! They could uncover everything!"

Finally looking up at him with an arched brow, Gertrude sets down her carving and folding knife. Her sharp blue eyes seem to pierce through his panic. "Our connections run deep, Mason dear. Even if Cloud survives this battle, certain parties will ensure any sensitive information about us disappears conveniently before it reaches prying eyes."

"As for Nicholas' continued interference…I have plans set in motion to remove that particular thorn soon enough. Now do calm yourself and have a seat, won't you? Panic solves nothing."

Mason slumps onto the couch, rubbing his face wearily as he tries to calm himself. But his agitation swiftly returns as he watches Gertrude resume her casual woodcarving, the female polar seeming utterly unconcerned by their precarious situation.

"Blast it all Gertrude, how can you be so nonchalant about this?" He bursts out angrily. "We stand to lose everything if Nicholas gets proof of our involvement with the Cult attack! Why in blazes did you only send Auley in anyway? You still haven't told me what exactly you and that damned Nicholas discussed back on Investor's Day either!"

"Oh hush dear, no need to work yourself into a state. I merely wished to add a more personal touch in demonstrating my stance against our esteemed Commander Briant."

She gestures casually with her carving knife, the blade glinting in the light. "Hence my little confrontation with Auley during the presentation. It allowed me to clearly show my opposition to Nicholas' goals without overtly revealing my hand."

As Mason opens his mouth angrily to retort, Gertrude silences him with an icy glare. "And need I remind you that despite my recent addition to your little alliance, I still far outrank you in status and influence. You would do well to remember your place, Mason."

Her tone softens, taking on a sly, almost playful lilt as she continues. "As for only sending Auley into Cloud - well, that was your own fault was it not? After all, you were tasked with extracting that delightful little Krampus Elmo, yet you failed rather spectacularly there."

She chuckles, the sound rich and throaty like honey as she turns her gaze back to her carving, clearly dismissing Mason as she puts the finishing touches on the wooden Nicholas figurine.

Mason's face momentarily contorts in anger at Gertrude's condescending dismissal, his heavy brows drawing together as a snarl curls his lip. But then his expression smooths over, an odd gleam entering his eyes as he thinks of Elmo.

"Well, no matter I suppose. That delightful little goat got his in the end - heard he slipped into a coma after an ambush outside the walls." A cruel smirk tugs at Mason's mouth. "Serves him right for spurning my offer and cozying up to that damned Nicholas instead."

Gertrude arches a brow at him in wordless inquiry as she sets aside the now-finished wooden carving of Nicholas. Mason's smirk widens, flashing sharp teeth. "Oh I made him a very generous proposal to come back under my wing. But he chose to remain loyal to dear Nicholas after all I've done for him."

His tone turns mocking, almost pitying. "Poor Elmo - so desperate to play the hero. I wonder if Nicholas will even bother to visit his deathbed?"

Mason laughs then, low and throaty. The sound seems to hang unpleasantly in the air amidst the cheerful woodland ambience of Gertrude's quarters. The female polar bear says nothing for a long moment, her expression unreadable as she calmly packs away her carving tools. When she finally speaks, her voice holds a note of amusem*nt:

"Such devotion, even now. One might think you actually harbored feelings for the boy." Sharp turquoise eyes flick up to study Mason intently. "Come now, do tell me truthfully: did it pain you terribly when he rejected your 'generous' offer? When he chose to place his loyalties with another despite all you provided for him?"

Her words seem to strike a nerve, Mason's smirk freezing into a brittle rictus beneath her knowing gaze. Several heartbeats pass in tense silence before he manages a harsh bark of laughter. "As if I would spare thought on that ungrateful brat. He received far better than he deserved from me."

Abruptly he stands, brushing imaginary dust from his uniform with jerky motions. "Well, I should return to my duties lest things fall further into chaos." He does not quite meet Gertrude's eyes. "I trust the situation remains…in hand, as you said?"

Gertrude only smirks as Mason, making him snort before leaving, Gertrude gives a small sigh and shakes her head once the door closes behind him. "Becoming a full Santa yet still acting so petty… No wonder he could never rise beyond a mere Commander rank. Character determines your success after all."

Gertrude finishes tidying up her worktable, setting aside her carving tools. She strikes a match, gazing thoughtfully into the little flame as her thoughts turn towards Cloud. Somewhere out there beyond the snow-swept forests, her protege Auley battles fiercely to complete his mission…and Nicholas races desperately to stop him.

"I wonder, has my 'gift' finally begun to lit the flames in your heart, Nicholas?" she murmurs, a sly smile touching her lips. Holding the match beneath a block of wax, she lets it slowly melt and run, coating the wooden carving of the familiar polar bear.

"You've let that fiery passion which once drove you to pursue your ideals grow cold, content to hide away in your little sanctuary." Her sharp turquoise eyes gleam knowingly. "What happened to that ruthless, ambitious bear who would let nothing stand in his way, I wonder? Who swept away all obstacles like a blistering tempest?"

With a small flourish, Gertrude holds up the wax-coated figurine, turning it this way and that to admire how the warm coating makes the features seem almost lifelike. Setting it atop her desk, she addresses the little statue directly: "Come now, Nicholas. It's time you rekindled that inner flame and returned to the fray. This world still needs someone to forcibly drag it into the future, wouldn't you agree?"

"Bang!"

Owen grits his teeth as another of Auley's bullets grazes his shoulder, the wolf's aim growing steadily more precise even amidst the chaos of their deadly confrontation. Crimson droplets spatter the scattered documents blanketing the office floor around them.

"Ngh!"

Owen's own knife finds its mark once more, carving another shallow furrow along Auley's flank and drawing a hiss of pain from the silvery lieutenant. But still, neither combatant slows their relentless attacks, reacting and countering with almost supernatural speed.

As he exchanges blistering volleys of gunfire with Auley, Owen notes with dismay how the wolf seems to improve exponentially with each near-death brush, movements smoothing out and attacks growing ever more cunning. It was as if Auley thrived on dancing this razor's edge between life and death, immersed in the heady thrill of combat. His remaining drone continues its merciless harassment, forcing Owen to divide his attention lest he be caught unawares by its opportunistic strikes.

"Gah!" He snarls in frustration, barely sidestepping another blistering volley from Auley's sidearm. The major swiftly returns fire, but the wolf anticipates the angle of attack, using a nearby office chair as a springboard to launch himself into an aerial roll clear of the shots. Owen tracks his trajectory swiftly, combat knife leaving his hand in a lightning-fast throw aimed to catch Auley mid-roll.

But quick as thought, Auley snatches the spinning blade from the air mere inches from his face, landing in a graceful crouch. Straightening with an unsettling grin, the wolf mockingly spins Owen's own knife in one hand. His eyes seem to gleam with lurid excitement, pupils dilated despite the harsh fluorescent lighting.

"Come now Major, you'll have to try harder than that!" His tone is playful, almost affectionate in its teasing quality. But it contrasts jarringly with the wolf's predatory stance, muscles coiled tightly in anticipation of violence. This was no longer the mild-mannered lieutenant Owen had known - the Auley before him now seemed more akin to a feral beast delighting in the thrill of the hunt.

Amidst the chaos of flying bullets, Owen reflects on Auley's revelation. Auley had disclosed being thrust into Cloud to execute Gertrude's commands.

After nearly a year of companionship, Owen has grown intimately acquainted with the wolf's character. Auley's unwavering commitment to his mission, despite their deep bond, signifies the culmination of Owen's own aspirations. To pursue his long-lost childhood friends, with that dream now serving as his unwavering motivation against all odds.

Yet, Owen bears his own burdens. He carries the weight of every soldier who has lived and perished in Cloud, along with the solemn duty to aid them, including the figure before him in this pivotal moment.

Suddenly, a nearby explosion from a gpu sends Auley reeling, his stance faltering as dizziness creeps in from his loss of blood. In a swift maneuver, as Owen attempts to restrain him, Auley disperses a flurry of small cubes, each springing into action to thwart Owen's advance with intricate wires.

"Gah, dammit!" Owen snarls in frustration as the wires wrap around his limbs, forcing him back. He struggles against the restraints, powerful muscles straining. But Auley had designed them well - the wires hold firm. Owen is left immobilized and vulnerable as Auley swiftly reloads, taking aim for a final decisive shot…

But Auley's paw wavers as he attempts to take the final shot, the blood loss from his numerous wounds finally taking its toll. The bullet goes wide, sparking off the wires restraining Owen instead. Not one to waste an opportunity, the major swiftly performs acrobatics to dodge the follow-up drone fire before delivering a powerful kick that sends the machine crashing into the wall, destroyed.

Auley sways on his feet, vision blurring momentarily before he grits his fangs and steadies himself through sheer stubborn will. A fierce grin tugs at his blood-flecked muzzle as he meets Owen's glare. "I suppose it's time I lit my last match then…" he rasps, the words half muttered to himself. Gripping his pistol with both hands to keep it steady, he takes deliberate aim at Owen's broad chest, finger tightening slowly on the trigger…

It was cold and nearly dark,
On the evening of Christmas Night,'

Auley's shot rang out, but Owen had managed to slip out of his grasp just in time. Auley's grin turned fierce as they resumed their deadly dance.

A poor little pup, with rugged hide and numb heart
Curled and shivered just out of sight

A shot grazed Auley's shoulder, painting his side in crimson red.

Lights were shining from every window,
Their flame looked so warm and bright

Auley extinguished the lights, casting the room into darkness punctuated only by the glow of computer screens. He continued the skirmish, now using the cover of darkness to his advantage.

In his box were a bundle of matches,
He drew one out- “Scratch!” It gave a warm, wonderful light

He hurled a knife at Owen, but the reindeer's reflexes allowed him to dodge and counter with his own attack.

The little pup seemed to sit by the hearth, with stockings hanging from the mantle overflowing with candy
And Elves singing to him of joy, of merriment, of good tidings, and of companionship

Auley evaded, only to wince as he felt a knife embed itself in his shoulder blade.

The Christmas spirit warmed his hide and thawed his heart
But when the little pup reached out to them, there remained nothing but unlit black

The gunfire illuminated the scene, former comrades now locked in combat, risking everything for their dreams.

So he rubbed another match and burned the winter light
To keep away the cold, dark night

Still, the hero of Cloud pressed on, driving Auley back with unwavering tenacity and seasoned expertise.

Auley grits his fangs as another of Owen's shots grazes his leg, the crimson droplets spattering the scattered documents blanketing the office floor around them. His own knife finds its mark once more, carving another shallow furrow along Owen's cheek and drawing a hiss of pain from the reindeer.

As the flames danced, casting shadows tall and bright,
The pup felt a fleeting warmth, a momentary delight

Auley's thoughts drift briefly to his childhood friends, their weary smiles and soft words that had planted the seed which now sprouted fiercely from his heart.

But as the match burned low, its glow began to fade,
Leaving the pup once more in the chilling shade

"Danke, meine Freunde…" he murmurs, a note of fondness entering his tone despite the chaos.

With each strike of a match, a tale unfurled,
Of hope and longing in a cold, unforgiving world

He glimpses too the rowdy, cheerful faces of the friends this past year in Cloud had gifted him. They had unknowingly thawed his guarded heart with their playful antics.

"Danke, Kameraden…" comes his soft whisper of gratitude amidst the blistering gunfire.

Yet in the flicker of each flame, there was a glimmer of grace,
A reminder that even in darkness, there's still a place

Auley recalls the memories of the moments he shared with Nicholas, the warmth of the polar bear's gentle smile still etched vividly in his mind.

"Danke, meine Vater." a warm fondness carries within his whisper

So he struck one more match, with trembling hand,
Hoping for a glimpse of warmth in this desolate land

Finally Auley meets Owen's uncompromising glare with his own contented smile. The major alone understands the true depths of his heart, the insatiable craving for combat that finds glorious release here. And for that, Auley thanks him as well.

But as the match sparked and the flame took flight,
The little pup vanished into the Christmas night

Reaching swiftly into his sleeve, the wolf lieutenant withdraws one last smoke grenade. Under cover of the billowing opaque cloud, he slips unseen through the exit.

Auley staggers down the corridor, leaving a trail of crimson droplets along the wall as he clutches his wounded shoulder. His vision blurs with dizziness, but still he forces himself onward through sheer stubborn will. Just a little further now…

Struggling to climb the ladder leading up to the rooftop access hatch, Auley grimaces as his injured leg falters beneath him. With a gasp of pain, he loses his footing, slipping on his own blood, and slides down the wall with a pained hiss, leaving behind a smear of crimson on the concrete.

As smoke from the nearby smoke grenade billows around him, Auley's vision blurs and twists, the haze of pain and impending oblivion swirling together. Through the shifting shadows, he perceives a spectral figure emerging, its form reminiscent of Elmo.

"So... you finally came for me, eh Elmo?" he rasps, a faint, weary smile crossing his lips as he addresses the apparition. With trembling hands, he reaches out toward the illusion, yearning for its embrace to carry him away from his suffering.

But as his hand reaches out, aiming to grasp the ephemeral solace of the illusion, Owen's rifle pierces through the apparition, its barrel trained unwaveringly at Auley's chest.

"Hah…should have known better," he chuckles weakly, the sound tinged with both resignation and fondness.

He meets Owen's fierce glare steadily, awaiting the inevitable. Then the rifle cracks out, and Auley's world goes dark…

Chapter 30: A Christmas Miracle

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The double door opens as Owen helps Auley into Nicholas' office, gently guiding the injured wolf to the sofa. Auley winces as he lowers himself down, movements stiff and painful from his healing wounds. Owen's own uniform still bears tears and faint bloodstains from their intense duel not long ago.

Nicholas looks up from his desk, expression unreadable behind the glint of his glasses. Wordlessly he pours out three cups of coffee, the rich aroma filling the office. Approaching, he hands mugs to both Auley and Owen before taking a seat opposite them.

"It's good to see you up and about, Allen. How are you feeling?"

"I am…on the mend, Sir. The medics assure me I will make a full recovery given time."

Auley takes a careful sip of the hot coffee, the heat seeming to revive him somewhat as he glances up to meet Nicholas' gaze. His ears twitch slightly, attentive to any sounds beyond the office that might hint at the state of affairs post-battle.

"I…was hoping you might update me on the outcome of the skirmish, Commander," he asks quietly, almost hesitantly. "How severe were our losses? The other soldiers - Gracia and the rest - are they…?"

Nicholas regards Auley pensively over the rim of his glasses, keen turquoise eyes studying the young wolf's tense posture and haggard features. After a weighty pause, he sets his mug down with a soft clink before responding in a measured tone:

"Casualties were blessedly minimal thanks to the intelligence provided by you and Elmo. The soldiers came through relatively unscathed…including Gracia and the others who aided in subduing you."

He pauses, steepling his fingers beneath his chin contemplatively. "As I told Owen - I suspect there were extenuating circ*mstances behind your actions that day. When you are ready, I would hear the full truth of it…but there is no pressure. What matters now is seeing you healed, in body and spirit both."

Reaching over, Nicholas lays a broad paw gently over Auley's where it rests atop his mug. The contact seems to startle the young wolf slightly, his mismatched amber eyes flicking upwards to meet Nicholas' steady turquoise gaze behind the glint of his glasses. The avuncular polar bear gives Auley's hand a comforting squeeze, the warmth and weight of it grounding.

Auley grips the coffee mug tighter, staring down into the dark liquid as he gathers his thoughts. After a long moment, he looks up to meet Nicholas' patient gaze, shame and regret warring across his wan features.

"You all deserve to know the full truth behind my actions that day," he says quietly. "I owe you that much at least, after…" He trails off, looking away with ears flattened in lingering guilt.

"Aside from overseeing Project Helvetti, General Gertrude tasked me with an additional mission when assigning me here to Cloud. I was to act as a sleeper agent, ready to carry out acts of sabotage against headquarters' long-range communications once the Cult attack inevitably occurred."

He pauses, taking a careful sip of coffee, gathering himself before continuing quietly. "The General provided intelligence on structural weaknesses in Cloud's defenses that the Cult could exploit for their assault. She also outlined counterstrategies I was to covertly employ, having long anticipated such an attack."

"At first, carrying out her commands seemed a straightforward mission like any other. But…when I realized you were stationed here, Commander…" His ears flatten back, shame and indecision warring across his features. "I confess, I was at a loss on how to proceed."

"So the revelation of Nick's presence gave you pause. Yet clearly you still carried out your mission in the end, if in somewhat altered form. What convinced you to proceed despite your personal misgivings?"

"It was that night, after the presentations, when the General paid me an unexpected visit in the infirmary…"

He takes a slow sip of coffee, gathering himself before continuing. "I confessed my hesitance over proceeding with the operation now that I knew Nicholas was stationed here. But Gertrude merely smirked, as if she had anticipated such doubts arising."

"That was when she revealed the leverage she held over me - photographs of my childhood friends, all grown up now and wearing the uniforms of various enemy organizations aligned against Christmas."

He bares his fangs briefly in a silent snarl before mastering himself with an effort, features schooled back into impassivity. When he continues, his tone holds a bitter edge: "The General made it abundantly clear that if I did not carry out my mission as ordered, my only chance of ever seeing my long lost companions again would die alongside any hope of uncovering the truth behind their circ*mstances."

"Why did you not come to me, Allen?" he asks gently. "Had I known the full circ*mstances, I could have intervened on your behalf. Prevented matters escalating as they did."

Auley sighs, staring down into the porcelain mug as he continues, "I did consider appealing directly to you, Commander. But the General anticipated that as well. She asked if I believed you were truly happy here in Cloud."

His ears flatten back against his skull, old anger and bitterness creeping into his tone "Gertrude claimed that by sheltering yourself away here, you had finally found some small measure of peace. And that if you intervened on my behalf with RED Command, it would only stir up the political quagmire you once fought so hard to escape."

"She said…you deserved the quiet happiness you had carved out in this snowy corner of the world. I had no wish to drag you back into that viper's nest by begging your aid, Commander." Auley sighs heavily, shaking his head "Perhaps I should have come to you regardless. But at the time, I felt utterly trapped by circ*mstance."

Owen leans forward to set his own empty mug on the low table with a soft clink.

"If communications were merely disrupted, it would have bought time without directly harming Cloud or the Commander," he states evenly. "Yet your actions clearly indicate a more aggressive form of sabotage was intended. So I must ask plainly: what were General Gertrude's true objectives in ordering you to target our long-range capabilities?"

"The General stated her aims plainly - once communications were sabotaged here, she intended to fake a signal indicating that Cloud had fallen to the Cult of Winter."

He pauses to take a careful sip of the cooling coffee, gathering himself before continuing quietly. "Gertrude predicted such a signal would spur the corrupt Santas and their allies into action, believing Nicholas out of the picture. Her plan was to then identify all those enemy elements based on their movements and communications, then root them out once she understood the full scope of their shadowy network."

"She claimed it an efficient means of flushing the rats all out at once…regardless of the fallout it would cause here at Cloud." His tone turns bitter once more. "Oh, the General promised this frozen corner of the world would still remain your sanctuary, Commander. With the Cult defeated and monster populations drastically reduced. A winter paradise tucked safely away while storms raged elsewhere."

"The finishing blow came when the General promised that once I completed my mission here…she would fully support my dream of being reunited with my lost friends at long last."

"She swore that even should I fall in the attempt, Gertrude would still ensure their safety and protection. It was an offer I could scarcely refuse…"

Auley trails off, shaking his head with a bitter, self-loathing chuckle. "In the end I suppose that fatalistic streak still lurks within me - wishing for the sweet release of oblivion while passing my burdens onto another. The General clearly perceived that weakness in me. And she ruthlessly exploited it to bring me firmly back under her sway."

Auley's gaze becomes firm as he looks up to meet Nicholas' steady turquoise eyes. "Commander Briant, I must insist you place me under arrest as a conspirator against Cloud," he states resolutely. "There can be no excuses made for the harm I have caused our people here…and the potential damage to Project Helvetti from my actions."

He sets down the mug on the low table between them, straightening with some effort to stand at attention before Nicholas and Owen, wincing slightly as pain lances through his healing wounds. "I ask that you hand me over to HQ authorities, to face judgment for what I have done. Let the blame fall solely upon my shoulders rather than risk sullying Cloud's reputation."

Nicholas studies Auley pensively for a long moment, taking in the wolf's rigid military bearing and unwavering determination. Finally he nods, glancing over at Owen. "Very well Lieutenant. Since you insist, Major Brayden will brief you on the contents of the official report that I intend to submit to RED Command regarding this incident."

Owen clears his throat, drawing their attention. His expression remains neutral as always. "The report will acknowledge the unexpected assault by Cult of Winter insurgents, seemingly intent on disrupting Project Helvetti. Casualties were minimal thanks to the advance warning allowing us to prepare defenses."

He pauses, taking a sip of coffee before continuing briskly. "There is no mention of communications sabotage or internal conflict. You will be listed among the injured defenders, with temporary psychiatric leave approved for treatment of trauma sustained in the battle."

Auley's ears flatten back in distress as he hears Owen outline the falsified report meant to conceal his actions from RED Command. He shakes his head vehemently, wincing as pain lances through his healing injuries at the abrupt motion.

"N-nein…I cannot allow such dishonesty on my behalf!" He protests, mismatched eyes wide with dismay. "I have harmed my fellow soldiers here and put the entire base at risk through my selfish actions. I do not deserve special treatment or accolades."

Nicholas places a digit on Auley's muzzle, his expression stern as he meets the wolf's distressed gaze. "Think of how deeply it would wound those here who have come to care for you, were you to so callously discard your future, Allen."

His features soften then, tone gentle but firm as he elaborates. "Gracia and the others willingly complied with gag orders regarding your confrontation. None harbor resentment over the events that transpired."

Gesturing expansively, the polar bear adds: "And the damage inflicted during your skirmish can easily be attributed to the Cult attack itself."

A warm smile tugs at Nicholas' muzzle then as he turns towards the impassive Owen. "Well Major? Does submitting a falsified report sit overly ill with you? I confess, I'm quite content to abuse my authority in this instance."

Owen regards Nicholas impassively for a long moment, mulling over the polar bear's words. Finally he gives a small shrug, taking another sip of coffee before responding briskly.

"I have no particular objections to submitting a falsified account, Commander. The truth would only lead to unnecessary complications given the circ*mstances." His sharp gaze flicks to Auley briefly. "And needlessly destroy promising careers and prospects."

"I trust your judgment in this. If shielding Auley from repercussions serves the greater good of Cloud and her people, then so be it."

Auley sits back down on the sofa with a heavy sigh, massaging his temples wearily. Dissatisfaction is written clearly across his haggard features, but Nicholas' reminder about hurting those who care for him gives the wolf pause. After a long moment gathering his turbulent thoughts, Auley looks up at the two senior officers.

"Very well, I will accept the falsified report for the sake of my comrades here," he acquiesces quietly, though his tone makes it clear the concession grates on his conscience. "So…what should my duties and activities be hereon, Commander? I imagine you will wish to keep me on a short leash for some time."

He tries for a wry half-smile but it comes out closer to a pained grimace. Reaching for his now-cold coffee, Auley takes a bracing gulp, grimacing at the bitter taste. His keen hearing picks up the muffled sounds of the base recovering beyond the office walls. It seems the worst has passed for Cloud thanks to Nicholas' leadership. And despite Auley's actions, the polar bear Santa was generously shielding him from the fallout. It was more than he felt he deserved…

As Nicholas studies the young wolf, he starts to ponder on Gertrude's wager, suspecting she had anticipated this very conversation. Shaking his head, the Santa focuses back on Auley. "Instead of remaining here under scrutiny, I believe you should return to RED headquarters for more specialized training, Allen. My hope is that you complete the rigorous regimen required to become a full-fledged Santa."

The polar bear smiles kindly. "That would allow you to achieve the strength and influence needed to grasp your ambitions without relying on others. No one could coerce or manipulate your actions then."

Nicholas removes his glasses, cleaning them idly with a handkerchief produced from his uniform pocket before replacing them atop his muzzle. Behind the lenses, his sharp turquoise gaze remains fixed on Auley's reaction. "Well Lieutenant? Does pursuing the mantle of Santa appeal to you?"

Auley blinks in surprise at Nicholas' suggestion, momentarily at a loss for words. "But sir, I am not… That is, only Elves can become Santas, is that not so?" He asks uncertainly, looking between Nicholas and Owen with a perplexed frown.

"The ability to make oneself visible to non-Elves is the only true requirement for becoming a Santa, my boy. And you have already proven adept at living amongst both our kind and normal beastmen."

He reaches out to give Auley's shoulder an encouraging squeeze. "With the proper training, I've no doubt you would make a fine Santa - far better than most in fact!"

Auley reaches out to place his paw atop Nicholas' where it rests reassuringly on his shoulder, taking comfort from the solid warmth. He hesitates, uncertainty creeping into his tone despite the encouragement. "Becoming a Santa is not solely about merit though. Their authority derives greatly from political connections and allies…"

He trails off with a frustrated huff, shaking his head before continuing earnestly. "As things stand, my lack of influence would leave me isolated and vulnerable to more powerful factions. Unless…" Here Auley pauses, gaze turning inward as possibilities churn behind those keen mismatched eyes. After a thoughtful moment, he looks back up at Nicholas, resolve firming his jaw. "If I had your sponsorship, the backing of the legendary Nicholas Briant would afford me some measure of protection during training."

"Commander, I formally request you take me on as a protege within the Santa program. With your guidance, I swear to become someone capable of achieving my ambitions without relying on the whims of others!"

Nicholas smiles warmly as he pulls out an official-looking document from his desk drawer, holding it out towards Auley. "I believe I have a better solution, my boy. This is an adoption form - I wish to formally bring you into the Briant family line."

His sharp turquoise eyes glint knowingly behind his glasses. "That would tie our fates far more closely together. Any attack against you once you return to RED would reflect poorly on my reputation as well. And you would have direct access to my remaining network of contacts and resources to aid your transition."

"Well, what say you Allen? Are you amenable to becoming my son officially?" There is deep warmth and affection in the Santa's tone and expression.

Auley looks back at Nicholas, tears welling up in his mismatched amber eyes. "Why…why would you go so far for someone like me?" His voice wavers with emotion. "After everything I've done…"

He trails off, overcome with turmoil and gratitude. Nicholas had offered him protection, purpose, family - far more than Auley felt he deserved. The wolf is unsure how to even begin expressing the depth of his appreciation.

Nicholas smiles warmly at Auley, his keen turquoise eyes glinting knowingly behind the lenses of his glasses as he turns towards Owen. "Well Major, would you care to explain why we're willing to go so far for our wayward Lieutenant's sake?"

Owen looks out the window at the unending snow outside, his expression stoic yet thoughtful. "Just as you would do anything for your childhood friends, Auley…so too would we go to any lengths on your behalf. You've become like family here."

He turns back to meet Auley's tearful gaze. "I would have no regrets if pursuing this path led to my death. My dream is simply to aid all those under my care in finding their own happiness. However unreasonable that may be."

A faint, fond smile tugs at Owen's rugged features then. "So maybe… it's time you forgave yourself, Lieutenant? Consider it an order from your superior if need be."

Auley fights back his tears, giving a sheepish smile at Owen's words. "That's…just silly…" He murmurs, shaking his head even as warmth suffuses his heart at this acceptance from his comrades.

"Now now, save the waterworks my boy. There's someone here who wishes to speak with you."

He gestures to the large monitor mounted on the wall of his office as he taps a command on his desk console. The dark screen flickers to life, displaying the familiar visage of the raccoon Secretary Makinen peering intently into the camera on his end.

"S-secretary Makinen? What's the occasion, sir?"

The dapper raccoon adjusts his spectacles, clearing his throat officiously. "Well met, Commander Briant, Lieutenant Grimm. I wished to speak personally with the young officer here regarding…certain sensitive matters." His dark eyes flicker briefly to Auley before returning to Nicholas. "That is, if you would permit us some privacy, Commander?"

Nicholas smiles indulgently, giving Auley's shoulder one last comforting pat before rising from his seat. "But of course Mr. Secretary. We shall give you room."

Exchanging a meaningful glance with Owen, the two senior officers move to a far corner of the office, speaking in low tones.

Makinen adjusts his glasses as he regards Auley, his expression neutral but gaze intent. "The Commander has apprised me somewhat of the circ*mstances surrounding the recent incident, Lieutenant. I wished to inquire after your current condition."

Auley shifts slightly on the sofa, wincing a bit as his injuries protest the movement. He meets Secretary Makinen's gaze on the screen, ears flattening back contritely. "I-I am recovering well enough, sir, thank you for asking. The medics assure me I will make a full recovery in time."

The wolf lieutenant still looks rather haggard, but determination has replaced the despair from earlier. Makinen gives an approving nod. "I see. Well enough for now I suppose."

"Understand that as liaison for Project Helvetti, I bear responsibility should recent events cause this operation's cancellation. So I hope you appreciate what thin ice you tread upon."

Makinen holds up a paw to forestall any protests. "However, Major Brayden has asked a personal favor on your behalf this once. So long as the project remains on schedule, I shall overlook matters."

He sniffs, adjusting his tie fastidiously. "Do not expect such leniency a second time. Regardless of circ*mstances, I cannot condone harm coming to my men or operations. Are we clear, Lieutenant?"

Auley visibly shrinks back under Secretary Makinen's stern reprimand, ears flattening contritely against his skull as he acknowledges the raccoon's words in a subdued tone. "Y-yes sir, perfectly clear. You have my deepest apologies, and utmost assurance such lapses will not be repeated."

"If I may ask sir…what business did you have with me in particular? How may I be of service?"

Makinen smiles, adjusting his glasses. "Please relax, Lieutenant. I've actually brought someone here who should be quite well-acquainted with you."

He steps aside, gesturing off-screen. There are sounds of movement, then a familiar white wolf steps into view of the camera. Makinen makes the introductions.

"Lieutenant Grimm, allow me to present Captain Wilhelm Grimm, commander of the Presidential Security Detail. As I understand, the two of you share certain familial ties."

The stern-looking wolf captain nods curtly in greeting, pale blue eyes studying Auley intently through the camera. "Well met at last…little brother."

Auley stares at the screen in stunned disbelief. For several heartbeats he simply gapes wordlessly, struggling to process this revelation. Then he half-rises from the sofa, wincing as pain lances through his injuries at the abrupt movement.

"B-brother?! It cannot be, I…I thought you dead years ago! This must be some cruel jest…"

The wolf captain's stern expression softens somewhat at Auley's shocked reaction. He shakes his head, tone gentle despite the gravelly rumble. "No jest or deception, Auley. I understand your confusion - it has been many years since we last met. But recent events have allowed this reunion at last."

Glancing off-screen at Makinen, Wilhelm continues more briskly: "We can discuss the particulars in time. For now, simply know that I have been searching for you all these long years since our separation. And that meeting again face-to-face will be my highest priority going forward."

"You have grown strong, little brother, I can see it in your eyes. Strong enough to walk your own path without fear or regret. This is good - you will need such strength for the trials yet to come."

The white wolf captain studies Auley a moment longer before stepping back with a crisp salute. "We will speak again soon. Until then, stand tall, Auley Grimm."

The screen winks out, returning to blackness. Auley remains seated in stunned silence, struggling to process this sudden revelation. Somewhere distantly, he feels Nicholas' strong, steadying grip on his shoulder anchoring him amidst the turmoil of emotions swirling within.

Nicholas moves around to crouch in front of Auley, meeting his shocked gaze with a proud smile.

"I know this must be quite the shock, my boy. But take heart - your lost family is reaching out to you at last, just as you have so long dreamed."

Auley nods, no longer able to hold back his tears as a wide, joyful grin spreads across his muzzle. He reaches up to futilely wipe at the damp trails streaking his cheeks. "I-I cannot thank you both enough for making this reunion possible," he manages to choke out amidst the swell of emotions.

Nicholas smiles warmly and embraces Auley in a comforting hug as the young wolf struggles to contain his emotions. "This reunion would not have been possible if not for Owen's tireless efforts on your behalf, my boy. He refused to give up on you."

"Well Major? Won't you come join our celebratory hug?" He opens one burly arm invitingly towards the stoic reindeer, eyes glinting with good humor.

Owen regards Nicholas impassively for a long moment before giving a small shrug and moving to join the embrace, his powerful frame dwarfing Auley as he wraps a burly arm around the young wolf's shoulders. "Well done Lieutenant, I'm proud of you," he rumbles, tone gruff but sincere.

Glancing over at Nicholas with a wry quirk of his brow, Owen remarks drily: "I trust the Lieutenant's path forward is clear now, Commander? Further dramatic incidents can surely be avoided if we simply ensure open communication going forward."
His sharp gaze flicks between Nicholas and Auley meaningfully even as his tone remains deadpan. "After all, bottling up emotions and keeping secrets never did anyone any good now did it?"

Releasing Auley from the hug, Owen straightens and clears his throat with a subtle cough. His usual stoic mask settles back over rugged features as he sketches a crisp salute. "If there's nothing else sirs, I really must be getting back to my duties overseeing the repairs. Do let me know if any other familial reunions or life-altering revelations are slated for today."

Nicholas smiles warmly as Owen takes his leave, turning back to face Auley and offering out a broad paw to help the young wolf to his feet. "Well then, shall we go speak with Gracia and the others, my boy? I happen to have some free time today so I would be happy to accompany you on your rounds of apologies and thanks."

"I know facing them all after recent events may seem daunting. But remember that they fought fiercely for your sake as well, Allen. You need not bear these burdens alone."

Auley nods sheepishly, accepting Nicholas' waiting paw as the polar bear helps guide him to his feet. He winces slightly, one arm going reflexively to his bandaged side as pain lances through his healing injuries. But determination keeps him steady as he meets Nicholas' compassionate turquoise gaze.

"Danke, Santa. I would appreciate you accompanying me to speak with the others."

Together they make their way slowly from the office and down the corridor, Nicholas providing a solid bulwark of support should Auley's strength falter. The sounds of ongoing repairs echo distantly through headquarters - though the base itself had escaped the battle largely intact, Auley's confrontation with Owen had left some interior spaces in shambles. The wolf's ears flatten slightly at the audible reminders of his actions. Sensing his discomfort, Nicholas gives his shoulder a reassuring pat but says nothing for now, allowing Auley space with his thoughts.

As they near the barracks area where Gracia's squad should be resting, Auley pauses, one hand going reflexively to grip Nicholas' sturdy forearm for support…emotional as much as physical. He takes a slow breath, steeling himself before stepping forward once more towards the barracks doorway. His keen ears can make out the rowdy voices of the squad within, boasting and reminiscing over drinks by the sound of it. The familiar camaraderie sends a bittersweet pang through Auley's heart. Bracing himself, he steps into the doorway with Nicholas at his back…

Chapter 31: Epilogue

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The quiet beeping of medical equipment fills the small recovery room where Elmo lies motionless in the infirmary bed. The rhythmic sound measures out the steady heartbeat of the unconscious goat beastman. His black fur seems to almost fade into the crisp white sheets pulled up over his bandaged chest. An IV line runs from one arm to administer essential fluids and nutrients while he remains comatose.

Seated in a chair at Elmo's bedside, Auley watches over his stricken friend silently. The silver-furred wolf has changed subtly since last stationed here at Cloud headquarters - there is a new air of calm confidence and authority in the way he carries himself now. His uniform jacket bears the insignia of a Santa cadet. Though currently off-duty, Auley maintains a vigilant presence at Elmo's side whenever he can get leave.

"Well, if it ain't Lieutenant Auley hot-damn Grimm back from the dead!" Gracia grins broadly as he stomps into the infirmary room, bushy ursine tail swishing excitedly at the sight of his old friend.

He strides over to give Auley's shoulder a hearty slap in greeting, nearly bowling the slighter wolf out of his seat. Gracia's grin widens as he notes the Santa cadet insignia on Auley's uniform. "Got yerself a promotion already eh? Can't say I'm surprised, always knew y'had it in ya, Mr. Briant."

Auley chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck a bit sheepishly "Ah, still getting used to being called a 'Briant' I confess. The adoption paperwork only just got finalized last month."

He smiles warmly up at the burly ursine, genuinely glad to see his friend again. "As for the promotion - I figured pursuing the specialized Santa training would be the swiftest path towards my goals. Gotta say though, the regimen makes even General Gertrude's bootcamp seem like a holiday!"

"But tell me Gracia, how fare things here at Cloud? All's been well I hope since my rather abrupt departure?"

"Ah don't worry! It’s all water under the bridge now." He waves a big paw airily. " 'Sides, those Cultists would’ve wrecked up the place anyways. At least you gave us a good fight!"

The burly ursine laughs heartily at his own joke before his expression turns thoughtful. "Let's see now, since ya been gone…Oh! We finally got approval from HQ for a satellite research outpost up near Sodankylä! Been wantin' to study the aurora for ages. Now we have the budget and resources to stick our foot in!”

"Ah yes, I recall you mentioning ambitions to study the aurora phenomena up north. I am pleased to hear you finally received approval and resources for such an ambitious undertaking, my friend."

Glancing over at Elmo's motionless form on the bed, his excitement fades to worry once more. "Other than that…well, hornhead here still sleepin' his days away same as always. Docs said he’s stable but, it's been what - five months now? Startin' to lose hope he'll ever wake up…"

Auley's expression sobers once more at the mention of Elmo's ongoing coma, keen gaze studying his stricken lover's wan features. Reaching out, Auley gently brushes his knuckles along Elmo's cheek with a feather-light caress. "I am willing to wait however long it takes for him to awaken," he says softly, tone gentle yet resolute.

Leaning in, Auley presses a tender kiss to Elmo's forehead, lips lingering for a long moment before he straightens with a quiet sigh.

Gracia sighs wistfully, scratching his chin. "Ah, I'm jealous of hornhead over there, having such a devoted pup to care for him for so long."

"Speaking of which, where's that other wolf gotten off to? Last I heard, Connor went for Santa training along with you." The burly ursine glances around the room curiously as if expecting the aforementioned lupine to suddenly materialize.

"Ah yes, last I spoke with him he was on leave to visit his partner Ian. I imagine they have a fair bit of catching up to do."

Gracia grins lewdly at Auley's mention of Connor catching up with his boyfriend Ian, bushy ursine tail swishing excitedly. "Oh I bet they're catchin' up alright, heh heh! Well I best leave you be then.”

He winks roguishly at Auley before turning to stride briskly from the infirmary room, calling over his shoulder. "I'mma go check in on the lovebirds, see if they need anythin'! You take care now, Fido!"

Gracia's heavy footfalls and off-key whistling fade down the hallway, leaving Auley alone with the comatose Elmo once more amidst the steady beeps and hums of medical machinery. In the brief silence following his friend's boisterous departure, Auley swears he can almost make out a faint chuckle from somewhere nearby outside…but it must be his imagination.

Auley walks down the corridor of Cloud headquarters, his boots clicking softly on the polished floor. His keen gaze sweeps over the familiar surroundings, noting subtle changes since his abrupt departure months prior - new security cameras installed at chokepoints, the reinforced doors to the communication center, repaired wall panels showing no hints of his confrontation with Owen. Outwardly at least, Cloud seems to have recovered well from the Cult attack and subsequent chaos.

Rounding a corner, Auley nearly collides into a bustling group of researchers, their arms laden with equipment crates and printouts. Several of them smile in recognition. "Oh, Lieutenant Grimm! Good to see you back, sir!" A squirrel beastman pipes up cheerily, adjusting his grip on an armload of folders.

"Ah, good day! New project I take it?" His gaze flicks over the assorted gear curiously.

Yes sir! We just received funding for an orbital analysis outpost to study atmospheric phenomena in the region. Going to be some fascinating data, I'll wager!"

The other researchers chime in excited agreement as they continue on their way. Auley watches them go, smiling fondly. Gracia's enthusiasm seems to have proven contagious for many here. Shaking his head wryly, Auley continues his inspection, nodding in greeting to various soldiers and staff who recognize him. Despite recent events, he receives no hostility, only camaraderie.

Auley notices a group of soldiers returning from patrol. Curious about the current state of affairs after his departure, he approaches them with a friendly smile.

"Good day gentlemen! I see you've just returned from patrol. How fare things out there lately?"

"Why Lieutenant Grimm, good to see you back sir! Things have been going splendidly in the region since your leave. Monster populations are way down thanks to the new drone perimeter security."

His comrades chime in eagerly with their own positive reports. A reindeer with large antlers adds enthusiastically: "Aye, at this rate we'll be able to start construction on a proper village nearby soon! Maybe even get some restaurants and shops built."

The soldiers chatter excitedly amongst themselves at the prospect. Turning back to Auley, the other Elf smiles. "Will you be returning to active duty with us now Lieutenant? I'm sure the major could use your expertise getting the new infrastructure plans formalized."

Auley's ears drooped slightly at the soldier's enthusiastic offer for him to return to active duty at Cloud. While the prospect of working alongside Gracia and the others again was certainly tempting, the young wolf lieutenant knew his path now lay along the arduous road towards becoming a Santa.

"A generous offer indeed, and under normal circ*mstances I would happily accept." He smiled wistfully, shaking his head. "But fate has placed me on a different course for the time being. Please give Major Brayden and the others my regards."

Exchanging salutes with the soldiers, Auley made his way across the snow-dusted grounds of headquarters towards the base cemetery. Rows of simple gravestones stood in somber vigil here, marking the resting places of those who had sacrificed their lives over the years defending Cloud and its people from the horrors lurking within the frigid Lapland wilderness.

Kneeling before one of the more recent plots, Auley gently brushed snow from the engraved name - Timo Erickson. The young reindeer had been one of the first friendly faces to greet Auley upon his arrival at Cloud. Seeing the death date listed as shortly after Auley's own departure, the wolf sighed heavily, shoulders slumping under an unseen weight.

"Es tut mir leid, mein Freund…" He murmured. If only he had been here, might Timo still be alive? Rising with another weary sigh, Auley made his way between the rows of headstones, taking note of any new names chiselled into the stark granite. Thankfully it seemed losses had remained minimal since his leave thanks to the increased security from Project Helvetti. Small comfort, but comfort nonetheless.

The faint crunch of approaching footsteps makes his ears twitch. Turning, he sees Nicholas and Owen making their way between the rows of stark granite headstones, their expressions solemn yet welcoming. Surprise flickers across Auley's features as Nicholas gives a kindly smile.

"Apologies for dropping by unannounced, my boy. But I simply couldn't wait until tomorrow to see you again."

Auley ducks his head, looking mildly abashed. "No no, I should apologize for slipping away without properly checking in, Nicholas. I just…needed some time first, to steady my nerves before facing everyone again after so long away."

He meets Nicholas' gaze with a trace of lingering guilt and uncertainty shadowing his own. But the avuncular polar bear simply smiles warmly, showing no resentment over past events. Some of the tension eases from Auley's frame at this acceptance. Glancing between Nicholas and Owen's stoic features, he manages a tentative smile. "Still, it heartens me greatly to see you both again…"

Nicholas smiles warmly at Auley, keen eyes glinting kindly behind his glasses as he briefly wraps his burly arms around the young wolf. "Think nothing of it my boy. We all understand you needed time to process everything that transpired."

"Now then, walk with us won't you? Much has happened these past months, and I'm eager to hear how your training progresses."

Exchanging a glance with Owen, Nicholas sets off at a leisurely pace between the rows of gravestones, boots crunching softly on the thin blanket of snow. Owen falls in step on Auley's other side, strong and steadfast as ever. Nicholas smiles sidelong at the silver wolf lieutenant.

"I must say the uniform suits you, Allen. You wear the mantle of leadership with poise - I've no doubt you'll make a fine Santa someday." Pride suffuses his tone. Glancing over Auley's shoulder, the polar bear adds warmly: "You as well of course, Owen. I don't believe I've had chance yet to properly congratulate you on your recent promotion."

"Just doing my duty to safeguard our people, Commander."

Glancing over at Owen walking steadily beside him, Auley hesitates a moment before asking quietly: "Major, I realize this may seem a strange thing to inquire after so long…but has your health remained robust since our confrontation those months ago? I seem to recall inflicting grievous injury during our skirmish."

Glancing over at Auley walking steadily beside him, Owen hesitates a moment before responding quietly in his usual gruff tone: "I appreciate your concern, Lieutenant. But there is no lasting damage, I assure you. The medics saw to my recovery swiftly."

"The major has endured far worse in his storied career than a few scratches from an upstart pup. Isn't that right, Owen?" There's a playful glint in the avuncular bear's eyes.

Owen huffs softly in amusem*nt, though seems more amused than offended by the gentle ribbing. "If you say so, Nicky. Though Auley proved himself a dangerously cunning foe in combat, I'll grant him that."

Auley gives out a relieved smile as he walks between the rows of gravestones with Nicholas and Owen. The tension that had lingered between them seems to have finally dissipated beneath the open arctic sky above…

"Nick, Owen. I-I'm glad to be home," he says a bit shyly, a bright smile flashing his fangs in unconcealed joy.

Nicholas silently looks on affectionately at Auley as they walk slowly between the rows of gravestones. The young wolf's bright, joyful smile at being back stirs fond paternal feelings in the avuncular bear's heart.

Wrapping a burly arm around Owen's shoulders, Nicholas gently tugs the reindeer closer as they walk, meeting his second-in-command's sharp gaze with a playful smile. Owen huffs softly, though makes no move to pull away from the contact.

"Our little family back together again, eh Owen?" There's a teasing lilt to his tone, though the fondness in his eyes is genuine. Gazing up at the vibrant curtains of the aurora flickering soundlessly through the deepening twilight, Nicholas' smile softens, voice growing pensive.

"Well, I suppose there are worse fates than having you two to call kin…" His tone holds gruff affection beneath the deadpan delivery.

"Strange how the bitterest storms can forge the strongest bonds of loyalty…and love." His arm tightens briefly around Owen in emphasis.

Pausing in their slow circuit of the base cemetery, Nicholas turns to meet Auley's joyful gaze, pride and affection plain on his rugged features. "Welcome home, son."

As Nicholas welcomes Auley home, Owen feels tension he hadn't fully realized carrying bleed from his broad shoulders. Gazing at Auley's joyful smile, the haunting feral madness from their confrontation now banished, Owen allows his own stoic mask to slip for just a moment…

A small but genuine smile touching his muzzle as he murmurs

"Welcome home indeed, Auley."