Part 1:

A 7-Part short story based on the reboot with my Skyrim characters Ariot Giant-Eater, Reyner Getsuga and Aaron Edge (Dovahkiin, Blade and Assassin). Lara encounters them all and they help her out while trying to find a way off the island themselves.

By the way, Ariot has a variation of the Star Forge Robed Armor from Knights of the Old Republic with it being reinforced by Dragonsteel and Dragonscales. He has a mask that looks like Revan's but it's made of Dragonbone and has spikes and such.

With that in mind, let's get rolling!

Lara was bound and being choked. She couldn't breathe and couldn't move. The Russian man was choking the life out of her and she couldn't stop him.

All of a sudden, his hands loosen after she felt a vast amount of blood splash her in the face. Opening her eyes, she gasped as a figure in robed armor with a sword made from bone and steel was behind him; the sword was shoved straight into the back of his head and came out through his mouth.

"What a waste," the man snarled through his horned mask with a black hood over the head; he pulled the sword out and decapitated the Russian. He looked at Lara and slashed upwards, drawing a yelp.

Realizing that she was still alive, she felt her stolen weapons and tools were now back on her body. She looked at the man and asked, "Who are you?"

"THERE HE IS!" A group of the psychopaths ran at the man, who responded with bellowing, "YOL TOOR SHULLLLLLL!"

Lara watched in awe as the man's very words became a powerful ball of fire that incinerated the psychopaths. He looked up and pulled two pistols out; he fired continuously, never stopping.

"HOLY SHIT, HE CAN BREATHE FIRE?!" one of them roared.

"DAMN RIGHT!" the masked man bellowed; Lara saw a man about to land a sneak attack on him but before she could warn him he turned and implanted an axe with the same makeup of his sword into the man's face. He pulled it out only to hurl it into the chest of another psychopath.

"We need to run!" The psychopaths were retreating but Lara got caught by one; before the man did anything, she grabbed a fallen pistol and shot him in the face.

She pushed the body off her and threw up, crying and catching her breath at the same time. "Oh, fuck..." Lara was numb. "Oh, fuck..."

The man knelt by her and took off his mask; she saw a handsome young man with long brown hair and a big bushy beard looking at her with concern in his deep blue eyes. "We need to move," he said calmly but firmly; Lara felt his voice wash over her, helping her calm down and think rationally before he helped her up and brushed her shoulders off. He smiled at her before an explosion went off, then they ran.

The man and Lara stopped for a moment in the jungle to catch their breath. "Okay, who the fuck are you?" Lara demanded.

"I'm Ariot. The Dovahkiin." He turned to her and saw her surprised face. "I know I look different, but it was necessary for me to go underground for a while. After destroying the Aldmeri Dominion, the remaining Thalmor have been wrecking my shit so I decided to train for a while like this."

Lara was still wrapping her head around him being the Dragonborn that killed Alduin in both Sovengarde and a town in the United States. Everyone had seen the footage. She was surprised, so when he snapped his fingers in front of her face, she asked, "How'd you end up here?"

"An incident with my friends Reyner and Aaron involving killing a whole task force of Thalmor and a teleportation spell gone wrong."

Lara nodded. "Ah." Tamriellian magic was just starting to flood Earth so not many people knew a lot about it. Ariot had come from Earth but gained the capacity to learn and use it when he went to Tamriel.

She shook her head. "We need to find my friends," she pleaded, but Ariot held a hand up. "I know, dear, I know. I need to regroup with Reyner and Aaron, as well."

"I need to find Sam, as well."

Ariot raised an eyebrow. "I've seen her being taken to the palace."

"Then I need to-"

"Whoa, there, sweetheart," Ariot said, grabbing her by her tank top and dragging her over to him; the tank top ripped slightly in the process. "First you need to heal up a bit." Handing her a health potion, he said, "Drink it."

Lara drank it and gagged; it was repulsive. "Keep it down, girl; don't be a bitch."

Lara finally got it down after a few seconds and coughed. "That was fucking horrible!" she swore at the Dragonborn, throwing the glass flask down.

"It's an acquired taste, but you feel a bit better now, right?"

Lara DID feel warmer and not in so much pain. Her stomach wound was mostly healed up, it was still bleeding, but not too badly. Ariot said, "That needs to be shut."

Lara looked at him as he grabbed an iron dagger and whispered, "Yolll." The blade was white-hot. He looked at her and said, "Take your shirt off."

Lara covered her breasts with her arms. "What do you mean?" she demanded.

"I don't want your shirt to catch fire. Take you fucking shirt off; your wound needs to be closed, goddammit."

Lara got it after a second and took her tank top off; her breasts, although in her bra, still bounced in the process. It was no lost on Ariot but he shook his head. "Ariot, you got more important things to do than fucking right now," he said to himself as he knelt down; he had the blade in his right hand he used his left to grip her trembling side. He looked up at her and said, "Use me to help with your pain reactions. You ready?"

Lara nodded, breathing heavily, bracing for the pain as she lightly gripped his shoulders. He said, "Okay... 3... 2... 1!"

A loud but stifled scream was heard around the immediate area as Ariot firmly pressed the heated blade against her skin. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly and her legs wrapped around his waist in an effort to not move during the whole thing. She was grunting and shrieking quietly; Ariot was rather impressed by her. "Tough bitch," he thought to himself as he said, "There we go." He took the blade off the now-cauterized wound and stuck the knife into the wet ground; Lara was breathing heavily as her heart was rapidly beating.

Ariot hugged her tightly and she hugged back. "I've never seen such bravery in something like that," he whispered; Lara felt a tinge of pride at that. She kept him in that comforting embrace until she could breathed relatively normally again.

"You okay now?" Ariot asked Lara; she nodded. "Let's get going," she replied, slowly getting up and grabbing her weapons and tools.

Ariot got up as well. "Let's move."