Rambo: Olympian Blood

Ch. 2 I will fight to the End

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Authors note: After having seen the movie, and yet not having read the original Novel by Morrell, I am going with what Wikipidia says in regards to John Rambo's upbringing. Positive reviews are welcome.

Ch. 2 I will fight to the End

Bowie, Arizona

September 20, 2019

Rambo Ranch

Smoke, dust, and debris settled upon the air. The grounds surrounding the entire ranch that was once pristine, well kept, and maintained over time, now was a shadow of its former condition.

In strategic parts of the ranch grounds, it seemed as if the Earth itself had collapsed upon itself.

Smoldering fires was slowly dying out as the days light was failing, the air cooling.

A lone individual opened the back doors to an aged barn, limping his way out and towards the his somewhat damaged white, two story house that looked like it had seen better days.

Holding the right side of his abdomen with his right hand, he stumbled as blood seeped between his fingers that kept his wound somewhat in check.

His body was coated in blood, sweat, and dirt as he fought past the pain that he was experiencing. It was nothing new. Pain was a constant in his life. Like an old friend that reminded him of the many times it had let him know that he was still alive while those who he held most dear were not.

Taking the stairs one at a time despite the pain from the wound in his left shoulder after managing to reach the back porch of the family property, even having to touch the upper flooring of the final landing of the porch itself in order to keep himself standing, the wounded warrior trudged slowly to, turned, and sank into the wooden chair that awaited his tired and aged body. His lifes blood falling upon the patio as he looked off into the distance.

He had done what he had set out to do.

He'd avenged the girl he looked upon as a daughter. Despite her seeing him as 'Uncle John'.

Gabriela could now rest in peace knowing her torturers, her killers were deceased. Her Grandmother, safe. As his mind drifted off, his thoughts plagued him, his memories a reminder of his failing to look after Gabriela, to protect her. And yet he refused to surrender to the darkness within his own mind or to death. He faced the latter many a time and through sheer will, proved he was not willing to submit, that he still had fight left in him.

'I've lived in a world of Death. I tried to come home, but I never really arrived. The part of my mind...and soul...got lost along the way. But my heart was still here, where I was born. Where I would defend to the end. The only family I've ever known, the only home I've ever known, all the ones I've ever loved are now ghosts. But I will fight...to keep their memories alive, Forever.' Were his thoughts as he tried to not let his mind feel the fatigue and pain his body exhibited as he bled from his wounds.

In the fading light as the sun began its descent beyond the mountains in the distance, three figures appeared from back of the barn of the Rambo compound. The trio having carefully bypassing the destroyed grounds of the Ranch, two of the three said figures or individuals were feminine in appearance.

John Rambos thoughts were far afield when they entered what would have been his field of vision. He was tired, the years not having been kind to him as it had taken a toll on his body and mind as the scars laden all throughout his body could attest to.

The wars had left their scars, not just physical, but psychological as well. Just as the battle against the cartel that he'd just sent to hell proved.

Hearing their approach as they neared the first step of the backside of his home, he slowly turned his head and eyed them warily, not even fatigue could keep the strain of tiredness from totally overcoming his awareness.

As he looked upon the three as they cautiously approached, the two young women of the group seemed to bare looks of longing and worry, they looked to be just nearing the precipice of adulthood. For reasons he could not explain, they seemed to feel familiar to him, and yet...not.

He had never seen them before in his life. Both were from what his tired eyes could see, a mix of Asian descent and something else. He could not tell what that 'else' was, but the familiarity was gnawing his weary mind as he tried to fight to stay conscious.

Both bore long hair, braided with some tufts in the front sticking out just above their eyes, yet dark as his hair had once been as his had begun graying due to his aging with time as the wars and battles he had underwent had robbed him of his youth.

Both wore black pants, black boots that seemed to be steel toed like that of which he wore.

Their shirts were orange and short sleeved. From what he could make out, had an image of a camp with words that called said camp 'Half Blood'. For one of the young women, her eyes brown, as for the other, her eyes were gray. Both women were of the same height, though at the moment he wasn't sure what that was from where he currently situated himself.

Their figures were masculine in the fact that their bodies though feminine, were strong and sinewy, with veins popping out beneath the skin of their arms.

For both girls, young as early teens to mid twenties, they were both bearing their own sets of fingerless black gloves that were strapped from the back of their wrists.

On their waists, strapped to the belts they wore which appeared to resemble the same kind of belt he wore, like the belts todays service men and women wore, were knives and side arms. One carried high powered Semi-automatic weapons strapped to their beings, the other a pistol that looked bigger than her hands, though both girls hands slowly and cautiously left their weapons as they entered his field of vision. The first one with the Semi-Automatic turned her weapon to her side and left it there when baring her hands to show she came in peace, the other holstering her own weapon on her adjoining hip and clipping it in place.

It was obvious with the way they displayed their hands before them that they didn't come for trouble, and yet with the weapons upon their persons and with all the weary cautiousness, they still exhumed auras that screamed of 'Danger'.

The man among them on the other hand, he was different. His aura said a lot. As if a war was coming. The attire he wore was a pair of black jeans with a black leather belt in which dangled a massive sheathed knife that was also strapped to his thigh and a holstered pistol, black steel toed boots upon his feet.

On his upper body, he wore a black leather duster with a red muscle shirt under a bulletproof vest.

Around his neck was a thick chain. His eyes were hidden behind red tinted wraparound sun glasses. One of his cheeks bore a knife scar that spoke of past battle. His hair oily black in a styled crew cut.

Upon seeing John sitting within the chair upon the back porch in his tired and badly wounded state, both young women despite his appearance, cautiously slowed their approach a bit more and let him see them fully as they kept their hands where he could see them, spreading their arms out and showing their hands so as to show that they did not come for trouble.

Moments before

Nina Papas looked from the outside of the Ranch compound at the devastation that lay before her and her sister Maya. The grounds of their fathers home was near completely destroyed. Only the house, barn, and the surrounding area as well as what trees were visible, was the only thing still intact.

They had to take in the surrounding damage that had befallen their fathers land.

A father that didn't know of their existence, not yet.

"We're too late." came Maya's worried tone of voice. She shouldered her weapon of choice, that being an AR-15 Hellfire. She held it downward as she mentally prepared herself in case she was forced to make use of it, even if it meant taking the life of a mortal. A mortal that was not only a drub kingpin, but someone whom had from the intelligence that they had gleamed from their mother, harmed their father in both body and spirit.

To her and her sister, they could not let that pass.

"Don't be too sure, sister." came Nina's response. She sported a Desert Eagle in her right hand with the left supporting it, despite being lowered. The weapon had a laser sighting attached to the slide of the gun.

"Look at this place." Maya hissed as she prepared to move forward. At our Fathers home where he was raised and brought up." she pointed out as she waved her had before her after turning to her sister. "It's in shambles, the grounds destroyed."

"It doesn't mean that Papa's dead. If we hurry, we may be able to find him. I just know he is here. He has to be. He may not have gone far." the last part said as her eyes shifted from left to right as she scanned the still smoking grounds of the Rambo Ranch.

"Hm." came her sisters hopeful reply as both quickened their pace as they carefully maneuvered their way past the destroyed property. Both were weary of the ruined grounds of the ranch. From their mothers tales of their father that was John Rambo, they knew their father was not just a veteran of the Vietnam War, but he was a survivor. He had seen more battles than anyone should be allowed to, enough to damage the psyche of any man and woman, as was evident from what they had witnessed and seen on the streets all over the US and other parts of the world.

Most never did recover and fell onto hard times, becoming homeless, becoming victims of the bottle and drugs. Most often than not, Death came for them when their bodies and minds could no longer take the damage that had been inflicted upon them because of the Government and societies failings.

John Rambo was not one of those men.

The twins had been born, like all of their siblings from their mothers head, with samples of their various fathers genetic material.

Their mother was Athena, Goddess of Wisdom, Reason, Arts and Crafts, and Patron of Heroic Endeavour. She had other, lesser known aliases such as Pallas Athena, the wise One, Gray Eyed Athena, and from Apollos own choice of alias, Old Gray Eyes.

In various periods of time, she had seen and even often served in the many Wars all throughout Human History, guiding many great warriors and soldiers all throughout time. One of those Wars had just so happened to be the Vietnam War, a disaster of a war if you'd asked the Goddess.

After of course, with the war having been concluded, knowing that there were many American Soldiers still behind enemy lines, as Prisoners of War, she did what she could to help those POW's return home by any means available to her that didn't involve her revealing her true identity and using the power at her disposal.

The livelihood of the POW's were not something that she approved of and acted as an Central Intelligence Operative using different mortal Vietnamese identities during each mission. When John Rambo stepped into her life, he had awoken something within her that she had never felt with those she had interacted with before, long having granted those she had favored with many sons and daughters.

But for John, it was something else. He was a man ruled by not his emotions, but by the need to see the mission through.

He had closed himself off from that which made most mortals human. He was a warrior. Forged in the fires of War and the blood of his enemies. Trained to kill with impunity. He was also the last of his Unit, his brothers nothing more than memories and Ghosts.

But now, having felt the pain of her only true love once more in his advanced age as she had a lasting and unending connection to him, even as her former mortal form had long since been taken by the Earth after it had been gunned down by the Vietnamese Lieutenant known as Tay. It was because of this and more that she had cursed Marshall Murdock till the end of his days for the actions he'd taken against John and the surviving American POW's. And let's not get into the inaction's he was responsible for as well that resulted in the loss of many a POW, that was until John had arrived.

He single handedly defeated two foreign, enemy battalions, commandeered an enemy chopper, and flown the worn and even wounded American POW's back to the American Military Base, despite the mode of transport being damaged due to gunfire and was on its last legs. It then upon landing at the said American Base, was consumed in fire after the last man, wounded or not, had been hastily removed from the dying chopper.

Upon being gunned down, she watched after dying in Johns arms, from a third person point of view as the Vietnamese Lieutenant Tay had received his just due after he fatally wounded her form. John used her 'Death' to strengthen his resolve after laying her body to rest in a shallow grave.

He had lured many Vietnamese and Soviet soldiers to their deaths in gruesome ways that would make Ares proud. Before he had commandeered the Soviet Chopper, he left Tay for last as with his bow in hand, eyes as sharp as a hawk, waited patiently as the Lieutenant thought himself safe from Johns choice of weapon, only to be proven wrong as Rambo then with an unerring aim, released his final arrow. The enemy combatant exploded into a mist of blood, bone, and gore. The arrow having been filled with C-4 and a touch sensitive tip that upon coming into contact with its intended target, activated a mechanism within that set the C-4 off.

From there, she had remained connected to him throughout all the days he continued to live, only he never knew it. The Jade Amulet of the Buddha that he had taken from her deceased human body, he gave to a young child called Hamid a few years later when Colonel Troutman had been taken prisoner by Soviet Forces within the Middle East.

Even now, Hamid was a resistance fighter for the Mujahldeen, his own battles being fought against the likes of the Taliban and Isis.

She'd had kept a close eye on this boy ever since as a way of honoring John.

Speaking of which, he needed her now, which is why she sent her daughters. Daughters born from a sample of Johns genetic material she had discreetly acquired all those years ago, despite John not taking her to bed, something she had thought about to herself for many a year.

The wounds he had received over the years had made it to where she was able to attain the samples needed in order enact her plans to continue John's bloodline. As it is, despite John's earlier experiences during the War, even with the women he bedded, none have ever conceived a child with him...until now.

Her daughters readily agreed to the mission she had assigned them having heard the tales their mother regaled to them in their dreams and personal visits in regards to their father and the strength of his character.

His breathing heavy, he slowly turned his head in their direction as he had not a weapon in which to use in case he was forced to defend himself.

As they approached the looming barn, its doors slightly ajar, the twins entered cautiously.

Inside, pinned to a wall with arrows in both legs and shoulders in areas of the body that would ensure he could not move or raise the weapon that now laid off to the side, was a black suited man with a black Kevlar vest.

In front of him, with his back to the girls, was an unknown figure to the girls. The short double barrels of a shotgun resting in his arms. That was until they moved closer with their weapons trained on him, only to lower them as they recognized his aura.

"Uncle?!" Nina queried as she and her sister took up a spot on either side of him to get a good look at the man pinned to the wall, his head bowed.

His chest was torn open, as if savagely cut into. The cavity was dripping blood all over the grounds surrounding the body. Several feet to the side rested a bloody, crushed heart.

"Di-Did father...do this?"

"Hmm, what do you think?" the War God answered with a smirk as he turned his head slightly towards her before he turned back to Johns handiwork. "I'll say this, he hasn't lost his touch."

It was then that a apparently queasy Maya asked, "Is there any-...anyone else?" she asked as she had to then quickly turn away, having to dry heave to keep from relieving herself of her last meal.

His head rose as if to stretch out his senses, before he snorted and replied, "No. They're all dead."

He then turned and left out the closest doors of the barn and made his way out, his nieces not far behind him as they had no wish to continue looking upon their fathers handiwork.

It wasn't long before they came upon him, though they all three slowed within several feet from where he sat, they showed their hands in a defenseless gesture, Ares stowing his weapon in his coat letting John know that they all had no intentions to start a fight.

"Who are you?" his rough, yet tired and old tone of voice weakly demanded of them.

The first girl to speak stood to the right as she pressed a hand to herself as a way of letting him know she would speak first, "My name is Nina Papas. This is my sister Maya." she gestured to her left towards the girl who was undoubtedly her sister as they were practically identical to one another.

"And this is our Uncle A-"

"Troutman" the War God said, cutting her off. What the girls didn't notice was that Ares upon their approach had shifted his form into that of a somewhat elderly man that they would not recognize,

But John did.

"Colonel?!"

"You look like hell John."

"What?" he said as he then made to rise from the chair, but as he did so, he then began to collapse as his mind went numb from shock at hearing that familiar voice.

With barely a gasp, the girls rushed to either side of him, catching him before he fell completely, taking and placing both of his arms over their shoulders, keeping to ensure not to jostle his wounds any further than he had when he nearly collapsed.

As he was being aided by the sisters, they led him towards the back patio door leading into the house. Barely coherent, he noticed that the man who looked and sounded like his former commanding Officer aided the girls on either side of him as he made to open the door to his family home.

The girls from what his barely conscious mind could tell were unnaturally strong. They managed to easily aid him into the house, leading him towards the living room as if they had been there before and knew their way around.

Johns vision was beginning to fade in and out as he was then lowered onto the living room couch.

"He's in bad shape Nina." the girl called Maya stated as she looked from his wounded form to her sister.

""No shit, Maya." Ares shot out as he took a good long look at the man he thought of as one of his own. He had to admit, the man before him was a born fighter and had proven his metal. Come hell or high water, he knew John would survive. Death would not take John this day.

With a weary sigh and trying not to let their uncle wind them up, Nina ordered her sister, "Go look for any first aid that you can find. Fathers a former soldier and it's known that even old warriors like him will have fresh, clean supplies around for things like this." in the meantime, she then proceeded to coerce and lower John down completely so that the rest of his body could be examined and see which of the most grievous of his wounds needed tending to.

"Right." As Maya disappeared quickly to search for said supplies as Nina removed the blade from its sheath at her side, something he didn't miss.

His adrenaline level spiked, the bleeding of his wounds flowing quicker as he intended to move.

But an assured touch to his chest, gentle and caring stayed his attempt to move, "Please, don't be alarmed Papa, I'm just going to cut your shirt off in order to assess the damage and see all that we've got to work with."

Looking into his eyes with love and affection, she saw that he began to relax at her touch, "My sister and I promise, we would never hurt you. Mama spoke often of you and we know you have much that you want to know, but you need medical attention first and foremost."

"I found some supplies." Maya said as she came back into the room quickly.

As John began to calm down, Nina touched his head affectionately and brushed his blood, dirt, and sweat drenched hair back, "It will be alright Papa. It's going to be ok."

He was tired. So tired as his eyes began to grow heavy with his heart feeling as if it was slowing down in a normal rhythm. He looked wearily into her eyes and then to her sisters, eyes that for reasons he could not understand made him feel as if he could trust them, both of whom looked upon his own with compassion as then, the darkness claimed him.

"By the Gods he's a mess." Nina murmured. "Come on, help me strip these clothes off him."

Long into the night with Ares standing guard silent as a sentinel from the front outside patio, did the daughters of John Rambo work on removing the metal within their fathers wounds, courtesy of the high powered mortal weapons that were used to try and snuff out his life.

When the last bit of metal was removed, they then stitched his wounds after cleansing them. Since he was a Demigod, a fact he had no knowledge of, they knew his physiology would be able to withstand the healing properties of the ambrosia squares they had on hand as well as the ambrosia liquid that would also aid in his recovery.

But because he was unconscious, he couldn't partake of the squares, but the liquid he could.

Maya poured the precious liquid a bit at a time into his mouth and rubbed his throat in order to unconsciously coax him to receive the Godly fluid.

As the ambrosia entered his body, both sisters observed as its magic went to work. His wounds, though stitched, began to heal at an accelerated rate. The dark redness of the wounds fading to his bodies natural skin tone.

His breathing then began to even out to what could pass off as normal from their point of view.

They both had then moved him into his room on the second floor after Nina had ventured further to get the lay of the house with Ares remaining stationary and vigilant from the outside. The daughter of Athena learned just where it was John Rambo rested when he wasn't taking care of the ranch.

As he recuperated within the upstairs bedroom, the sisters then ventured outward and stood beside their Uncle as they all three took in the entirety of the front acreage of the Rambo Ranch, "The state of this place!"

"I wonder why the local Law Enforcement haven't arrived yet." Maya said.

"That's because of me." a familiar voice said from their side.

"Mother." both girls cried out simultaneously. Rushing her, both young women wrapped their arms around her and each other as she returned their embrace with her own. A moment passed before they each took a step back, both girls wiping their eyes of the tears that fell down their cheeks.

"So, how is he?" she asked after taking a moment to compose herself as she was rather temperamental where it concerned John Rambo. She never stopped being in loved with John and was jealously happy that he never gave himself to another woman since Vietnam.

"Father was in bad shape." was Nina's answer, emphasis on the term 'was'.

"Papa's lost a lot of blood. W-We managed to get some liquid ambrosia into him, his wounds healing a bit afterwards." spoke up Maya next.

"We removed the bullet fragments from his body before cleaning the wounds and stitching them up. We then patched him up as best we could."

"It was a bit of touch and go at first, but..."

"He's going to need rest in order to fully heal. Maybe have Uncle Apollo or one of his children look him over and see if there was anything we missed."

With a sigh, she rested her head in her right hand in worry, her eyes closing. Sitting on the porch swing with either daughter on the side of her, their hands grasping both of hers with love and care, "Thank the Fates that he's alright. We have to take him back with us to Olympus soon. He'll recuperate there. After all, with his brothers passing, the great Prophecy has been thrown into disarray because of Hermes son Luke."

"And since Thalia" Maya continued, "now being one of Artermis's Hunters, there's little to no hope for Olympus. This could be the end."

"No sister." Nina said sharply. Then her gaze softened as she leaned forward and grasped one of Maya's hands, "There is always hope. We have found our father, despite being a son of mothers rival. He is a son of the Sea and a seasoned warrior. I know he'll help us. He has to."

"Your sister's right. I believe John could be the key to saving Olympus." The Goddess of Wisdom said as she held both of their hands in her own and smiled upon them both. She then turned her attention to Ares who sneaked a glance in their direction, seeing the power of the bond they all three shared,

"Thank you." she silently mouthed.

"Don't get used to it." he said as he turned back to his silent vigil. "After all, I'm only here for John."

"Because he's your boy, right?" she shot back.

He answered with a snort, "That's right."

Taking a deep breath, she exhaled as she looked from Maya and then to Nina, "Why don't you two go inside and find somewhere to sleep while your Uncle and I keep watch." Patting their hands as they raised their heads to look at their mother.

"You sure?" both asked simultaneously.

"Yeah. Go on."

Getting to their feet, both made to find a room suited for their need to rest. Finding one that appeared to be a room meant for a young woman, no doubt having belonged their fathers adopted niece, both stripped themselves of their weapons and shoes, climbed into the single bed together, the queen sized bed that it was, and though it took a bit to drift off into a somewhat comfortable sleep, the image of the man in whom their father had killed remained at the forefront of their minds.

They spoke to one another a bit about their worries regarding the scene they had come upon after their arrival, but eventually, neither young Demi-Goddess could fight the lull of sleep they were so tired and eventually drifted off into thew realm of Morpheus.

Long into the night until sunrise did the two Deities remain observant of the Rambo Ranch with Athena promising to return with reinforcements at a later date to restores Johns home.

In the meantime, Ares began coming up with a way to speak with John and hoped that he could persuade his former soldier to aid them in their time of need.

Here's the rewrite of this chapter. I know that there is not much to it, but I've had it proofread by people who feel that it is an appropriate restart. I will have that speech between Ares ( Troutman ) in the next chapter and will hopefully have it to where you approve. Give me some ideas on how to proceed. Your ideas would be much appreciated.

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