Rallying the Troops

The Baroness hat gathered the collective Joes and Cobras in the largest hanger she could, all the men... and women. For there was something the modern warriors hadn't taken into account.

'Women in the world of ancient Greece weren't sailors. Even the mightiest heroine Atalanta was rejected by the Argonauts for being a woman. So I guess it had never had a test on stronger sex by anyone other then the sirens. Or the siren leader, given only the conch holder seems immune to it's power.' thought the Baroness, figuring the some aspects of her new weapon.

She stood before her will-less troops, with the leadership of both sides standing next to her. Gathering her thoughts for her commands for her slave army, she slowly began to take command.

"I am your mistress, your commander, you Baron... no, your Empress! You will think what I tell you to think, feel what I tell you to feel, believe what I tell you to believe and to do as I command you to do. Without resistance, without hesitation, with total devotion.

As your Empress, I am also your goddess. The only being worthy of your love, devotion and worship. I am the most beautiful woman has ever existed, with all of you hopelessly devoted, loyal and in love with me. Above all others. You exist to make me happy, make my life better, to give me pleasure and obey my whims. When you think of or have sex, it is me you are thinking of and no other.

Understand slaves?"

"Yes, Empress, Ma'am." was the collective answer before her.

"All communication specially and anyone who can aid in the transmission of the Siren's Spell world wide, to spread my rightful rule worldwide!"

As some of her men and women rushed off to obey her commands, she was left with the majority. Wondering which whim to fulfil while she waited.