The young Juicer stood in front of the huge wooden desk located in the main Juicer Army of Liberation headquarters. As he eyed the huge banner of the JAL hanging behind the desk he waited as patiently as he could. He’d considered joining these mercenaries but after Kingsdale had decided to join the Tomorrow Legion. It was ironic that after just two months working for the Legion he was assigned a delivery job to the JAL. The doors behind him slammed open and Specialist Mason almost jumped across the room.
The gruff weathered voice behind him apologized.
”Sorry. Forget my own strength sometimes. It’s amazing these doors even are standing at this point.”
Mason’s breath caught as he saw the old looking Juicer slide on dark sunglasses. The old timer was in burnout. His eyes blazed white until hidden behind shades. Forcing a smile onto his face the young Juicer attempted to not embarrass himself further as he realized who the man was. This was like meeting Erin Tarn, or Lore Coake, or Lt. Fritz Schumacher! It had been the Lieutenant who had send him here.
This old timer was Dred. A Mega Juicer. Second in command of the JAL and friend of the leader of the mercenaries, Julian.
What connections Dred had to Fritz, young Mason couldn’t imagine. It probably was just that Fritz needed some truly legendary characters to take down some impossibly powerful things. The young Juicer thought about how he would love to go on a legendary mission. As he watched astonished at meeting the Mega Juicer, he thought about some of the rumors he’d heard about The Dred.
Dred was the name given to the Mega Juicer after the battle of Newtown, where Dred had saved the original leader of the JAL. Rewarded with the juicer process the man had opted to undergo an experimental version of the process. What people now called a Mega Juicer. Dred was likely the oldest living Mega to date. When Julian the First, the leader of the JAL burned out, Dred declined the title staying on as Second. Julian the Second, and now Julian the Third were all commanders of the JAL and Dred had outlived the first two.
Young Mason’s favorite story of Dred, other than how he switched sides from the CS to the JAL was the story about Dred battling countless demons in another dimension called Wormwood. Battling his way across a bleak grey land until he was able to return to Earth after nearly a year.
As Dred dropped a massive chain saw down on the nicked and well scratched up wooden table the old man looked over Mason.
”You’re fresh. First taste I’d say. And just. Relax. I’m not busting you just noticed. Live fast. What’s this about you having a personal letter for me and only me?”
The young Juicer pulled out a letter from his vest pocket and handed it over. He watched Dred read and eyed the famous Juicer. Some speculated the Mega Juicer was immortal. Impossible of course. But. He had been a Juicer for six long years. Constantly in battle and well into his final taste for sure.
The Letter Read
Brother. I don’t know if you are alive anymore. That saddens me greatly. Not knowing. I pray you are. I miss having drinks in “the pit” with you. What a name for an underground bunker bar in Lone Star. Two young officers, neither quite as dedicated to the CS as others thought. Days long ago. We may not be biologically related but you definitely were, are my brother.
I heard you made a hard decision and defected to the Jucier Army of Liberation when ordered to kill non combatants during a Coalition raid on Newton. I also left the CS. I’m working for the Legion now. Rumor is you eventually underwent the Juicer process and became a ranking member in the JAL.
I suppose saving their leader helped you in ranking up in the JAL, but if even a fraction of the rumors I’ve heard of you are true. I understand you are going by the name Dred now, I addressed this letter to that name. You once told me, if I ever needed anything - ask. I know I saved your bacon that day but you would have done the same for me. I’m asking you for help today. Because I believe you both are a good man and if you haven’t burned out yet, I need your experience.
Dred read through the rest of the details. Demon Lords. A call to arms. Assembly at Castle Refuge. Of course he would go. Dred owed Schumacher and Dred considered the man a brother too. Dred has heard Fritz had helped kill a Demon Lord. If there were more, well, joining Fritz to kill another one sounded better than doing more paperwork here in the JAL. Time. Was coming. Dred was desperate to meet his end anywhere heroic and not as he wrote out orders for others. Looking at the signature the Mega Juicer finished the letter.
Thank you Edwards.
Lt. Fritz Schumacher
Dred set the letter down next to the chain saw weapon and eyed Mason. After a deep breath the Mega Juicer stated:
Mason was confused and about to ask for clarification when a female in high tech camouflage armor suddenly appeared directly to his right side. As she lowered the blaster down from Masons temple he nearly yelped from the surprise of being so close to death.
”I am going to Castle Refuge. Take over until I return. Young Mason, I will meet you outside in a few.”
The female Juicer, now visible, nodded and said:
”Aye father. Fill me in quickly on what Julian is doing and how I can help.”
Arriving in the strange high security cave beneath refuge, the Mega Juicer leaves his dark sunglasses on and looks around at the others assembled here.
So. I’m not the only one experiencing Last Call he jokes quietly to himself.