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Psylocke Vol 2 Ch 41: The Mission Of Psylocke! (Final)
🕑 Added 2025-09-22 06:01:18 +0000 UTCDarcy's voice cut through the stillness of the cabin like a blade.
"Good evening, Psylocke." Her tone was even, steady, but it carried the weight of command. "We've received word from the UM. We have a mission."
The circle of giants around her straightened, all eyes fixed on their leader. The tension in the room thickened instantly, replacing the casual chatter Tristan had heard minutes earlier.
"What's the mission?" Jada asked, her voice sharp but curious.
Tristan glanced toward her, his view partially blocked by the imposing curve of her chest. He leaned a bit, just enough to see her face. Even from his vantage point, her features were all business, eyes narrowed with focus. For a second, he was struck by how serious she looked—no trace of her usual cocky grin.
Darcy's arms stayed folded as she delivered the news.
"Members of the organization Kronos have been spotted in the Gulliverian lands of Norwyn, specifically in the city of Caelbard."
Zuri tilted her head, brows knitting. "Why does that name sound familiar?"
Naomi shifted her weight, one hand brushing at her braided hair. Her voice was softer but clear. "Because Caelbard is home to the Avelian Research Institute—the joint Gulliverian-Lilliputian lab named after Professor Avel, one of the most famous Lilliputian scientists in history."
The words made Tristan's stomach twist. He swallowed hard, then spoke up before he could think better of it. "Wait a minute."
The entire circle froze, and he immediately regretted opening his mouth. Dozens of Brobdingnagian eyes turned in unison, all landing squarely on him. Their stares carried a force that made his chest tighten.
Tristan gulped. "Who exactly... is this organization Kronos?"
A laugh, sharp and cold, snapped from behind him. "Stupid maggot!"
Tristan turned, startled. Breonia was approaching across Kayla's massive palm, her boots making muted thuds against the flesh. He hadn't even realized she was behind him. She leaned in close, her dark eyes burning with irritation.
"Kronos," she spat, "is what happens when Brobs forget their place. Even though the UM governs the world, not everyone bows to its authority. Kronos believes they are gods—better than all races. Their goal is simple: make every Gulliverian and Lilliputian into their slaves."
Tristan blinked, his voice slipping out in a whisper. "Wow."
Darcy took back control with a calm nod. "If members of Kronos have been seen in Caelbard, it's not by accident. They're after something—and that means we act."
From across the circle, Serena spoke up. "So who exactly is going on this mission? And why us?" Her tone was blunt, but she wasn't the only one thinking it. Heads nodded all around, even Zuri's and Kayla's.
Tristan noticed the agreement, and curiosity nudged at him. He leaned toward Breonia, his voice low. "Why's it a surprise that Psylocke got a mission?"
Breonia's eyes slid down to him, her expression dripping with annoyance. "Because, little man, Psylocke is a joke. We're tied for last place in the Combat Department with Unit Soul. Nobody expects much from us."
Before Tristan could answer, Darcy's voice filled the room again.
"The higher-ups want to test our little superstar in the field."
The words hit Tristan like a brick. His head shot up—and sure enough, every single colossal gaze turned on him again. Their eyes were heavy, expectant, studying him like he was some strange animal on display.
"Wait... what?" Tristan blurted, his stomach dropping.
Naomi stepped forward slightly, concern in her eyes. "Darcy, is he really ready for this?"
Darcy's arms remained folded, her stance unshaken. "He needs to be. The higher-ups want to see the limits of his powers. This mission is his trial."
Tristan's heart thumped unevenly, but before he could protest, Jada spoke again. "What's the mission exactly?"
Darcy's gaze swept the circle before landing on Tristan again. "We locate the Kronos members in Caelbard. We find out what they're after. And we stop them. Capture if possible. Eliminate if necessary."
The room stayed silent for a long beat, the weight of the words pressing down on everyone equally. Even Tristan could feel it—the shift. This wasn't training. This wasn't talk. This was real.
And somehow, all eyes kept finding their way back to him.
Darcy's gaze swept across the circle one last time before she spoke, her voice carrying the weight of finality.
"Here's how it will be. Tristan will be joining this mission. Alongside him will be Jada, Naomi, and Breonia."
The chosen names echoed in the cabin. Heads turned, a few eyebrows raised. But nobody argued.
"Yes, ma'am," came the chorus of voices from the Brobs, loud but disciplined, all except for one.
Tristan's lips stayed pressed shut. His mind was still spinning, every thought colliding with the next. Going on a mission? Against an organization like Kronos? He was barely getting used to pushups on a table the size of a country.
Darcy's sharp eyes caught his hesitation. She took a step forward—one step that sent a tremor through the wooden floor beneath everyone's feet. Another step followed, then another, until she was standing directly in front of Kayla. From Tristan's perspective, her entire frame blotted out everything else. Her presence pressed down on him like the ceiling of the world had just lowered. Her eyes, normally stern, now looked colder than he'd ever seen them.
Kayla, sensing what was coming, lifted her hand. "Here," she said softly, tilting her palm until Tristan was carefully balanced at the edge of her finger.
Tristan hesitated, staring up at Darcy's enormous face. Then, slowly, he made his way along the length of Kayla's finger—an expanse that felt like a field of smooth, curved bone beneath him—before clambering onto Darcy's outstretched hand.
"Dismissed," Darcy said, her tone leaving no room for questions. The others nodded and began dispersing, their massive footsteps shaking the cabin as they left in pairs or alone, their murmured voices fading into the background.
Darcy didn't move until the room was empty. Then she turned and began walking, each of her strides reverberating through her palm where Tristan stood. She carried him through a side door, down a quieter hall, into a smaller chamber lit by lanterns.
Only when the door shut behind them did she finally speak. "Tristan." Her voice dropped, no longer loud enough to fill a room, but sharp enough to cut through his thoughts. "You need to be careful. We're heading into Caelbard—a Gulliverian city. It won't be as hostile as Brob cities, but don't fool yourself. It's still dangerous."
Tristan nodded, his throat dry. He could tell by the way she said it that she meant more than danger from Kronos. Cities themselves were dangerous places, especially for someone like him.
Darcy's expression softened just slightly, though her eyes stayed firm. "Jada will be in charge of the mission team. She's cold, sometimes too cold. But don't mistake that for cruelty. She's sharp. She's loyal. You can trust her. You'll just need to be patient with her way of doing things."
Tristan straightened, pulling his shoulders back. He raised a hand in a stiff little salute, though it probably looked comically small compared to her gaze. "Understood, ma'am. I won't let you down."
For a moment, Darcy didn't answer. She simply studied him, her eyes narrowing like she was measuring something he couldn't see. Then, finally, she gave a single nod.
"Good,"
