General Mishaps

Spike expected many things on what would happen next.

“Chu~”

This wasn’t one of them. The two girls sat him down on a big pillow seat in the back of the dark hall and before he could start a protest they latched themselves on both sides of his neck. He thought this was the start of their ‘activity’ but the sharp four pricks on his neck he felt changed that thought line entirely.

Somehow these girls managed to tear right through his scales with minimal effort and started sucking something from his neck…it was blood, they were sucking his blood, what else could it be?
While the panicked dragon tried to understand the situation an impossible sense of fatigue took hold over. 'WHooOOOooo' This fatigue was something else really, Spike slumped into the comfy crimson red couch and felt his whole body go limp. Even simple thought became a laborious task. It was like these two girls were sucking out his physical and mental strength.

A second of relief came when Kizuna stopped her torture session and went on to nuzzling his neck, it could of been a nice sensation were it not for the fact that his whole body screamed in agony at the slightest bit of pressure on his scales. Thankfully his tongue was nowhere near his teeth when he grit his jaw in response to the horrible pain, it was like that moment when your leg falls asleep due to blood getting cut off in some way only amplified tenfold.

"Wow Master~" She sighed while pushing her form further in. Spike could swear he was crying at this point. "Your blood is so pure this time." He could barely register what was even said. The pain just kept getting worse, how dose the General put up with this all the time!?
Can't struggle, can't scream, can't think. It was a whole new form of hell. Something inside of Spike told him this would lead to death eventually and that came with the thought of relief, relief from this horrible pain, getting his brain drilled for hours would be better than this... She was still going for it though, they were acting like his neck was the last viable source of liquid in the galaxy.

Visibility was getting thin, things were getting foggy...the final shreds of sanity were quickly coming undone.

Right then did all sensation ceased but still Spike was capable of basic thought. He pushed the girls aside and got up in an urgent manner...although Spike was pretty certain he wasn't the one to do that. He moved but something else was controlling him. The girls muttered in disappointment and confusion. "Right, sorry lovelies but I'm behind schedule enough as it is. I promise we'll continue our fun another time but this really can't wait." He said this but it was not him, did he somehow lose the ability to control his own body and voice? The girls pouted but nodded, he waved and rushed off at a brisk pace. Slowly the real Spike's mentality was coming back to him. "Sorry about that Spike, I didn't expect you to lose your grip that dramatically, I overestimated your mental capacity and I deeply apologize for it."

Slowly sensation returned and Spike regained full control in moving and voice. "...Nova was that you?"

"Who else? Sorry about that, when I noticed them about to drain you I had to keep quiet about the task at hand or you would surly panic. But luckily they drained your mental control enough for me to take full management over your limp body...what an odd sensation to almost feel organic." She mused this while Spike followed his path back to the bar, he had a mission and he wasted enough time already.

"Just never let that happen again alright? I'd rather be killed then go through another second of that." Truly Spike was legitimately pissed at the A.I.

"Oh stop being such a bitch." Spike refused to even acknowledge that retort.

Feeling exhausted and peeved Spike forgot what it meant to be scared for a moment and marched right up to the stage where the band was continuing their music. Spike grabbed on to the microphone and just spoke his task simply. "Listen up and listen good everyone!" And that they did, all eyes on the famous general. "I'm looking for the best warriors to help me destroy that blasted station out of the sky and that means I need only the strongest and most intelligent soldiers to join. Meet me below outside in three minutes." He gave the mic back to the singer who only looked slightly disheveled but managed to return to the song with pitch intack.

Both sides of his neck were flaming and he felt like he lost a lot of fluids in total. He slumped down on the bar stool and looked at the bartender. "A gallon of water, cold if possible." Said bartender only raised his eyes a little before walking to the back. Less than a minute later he could see him hauling a gallon over to a random pathron who appeared to be a blue plant person. A brief exchange led to the plant man nodding and grasping the gallon which instantly appeared to frost over.
'Blue can use ice.' He noted.

"Here you are sir." Said the server going back to his work on the other patrons.

Spike thanked him and proceeded to chug half the contents at a record pace and then dump the other half over his head. Everyone looked at him but for only a moment, staring at the General in an odd manner is just begging for a unwinnable fight. 'I just need to put up with this for a bit longer and I can go home.' He thought but also pleaded to an unknown deity.

His 3 minute break was just about done so he got his moist butt off the stool and marched to the entrance. Outside he was greeted with his new task force that would fight through hell alongsi- there was only one person here.

Not just one but also a rather...small individual. Standing at around three feet a odd creature with glowing yellow eyes shown through its metallic mask. Its skin seem to be blue, wearing metal boots and gauntlets. Also it was a ball.

"Meta Knight." Nova seemed to gasped.

'Meta who?'

"One of the most powerful swordsmen in the multiverse." Was all she needed to say to get the message across.

Spike did not question it, did not doubt it because he knew already that dangers came in all kinds of shapes and sizes and if Nova said this little blueberry is dangerous enough to slay an army he would believe it.

"We need to choose are words carefully, if we slip up we can kiss your head goodbye and by extension, me."

Yeah that was about as much as he expected. Spike silently gulped staring down those slit like yellow eyes.