Over View POV= OVP

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I hope you enjoy this story and thanks those who stories have given me the inspiration to write this.

(OVP)

On an island that was once home to dragons and Vikings a trio of cloaked figures run from a grounded and smoking ship as the sound of planes roared by. Just as they were reaching the tree line a plane drops down and makes a strafing pass on them. The largest of the three quickly two throws the others into the trees then faces the oncoming fighter. It was centurion class strafing jet and had little maneuverability. Red glowing ruins began floating around his arm in a series of circlets as he punched the ground causing red vanes to run though the sand. Just a moment before the shells would slash through him a serious of black spines erupt from the ground in front of him creating a wall. There was a defining boom as the plane struck the wall exploding on impact.

Pulling one of the spines free he ran after the two in front of him as they rushed towards what appeared to be a ruin in the side of a mountain. By the time they reached the place it was getting dark. A female voice came from one of the smaller figures, "Well I guess we should go in. Not like we have anything to lose right Havoc." Looking to larger figure behind them then pushed the door open. Inside was a massive hall coated in dust. In its center was a massive fire place with what looked like a golden Norse sculpture of a dragon with a sword through it. It didn't take them long to search the place. After an hour all they found were a set of books and some other odds and ends that were useless.

"Well looks like this may be a good place to set up that base we always dreamed of. If nothing else it would make for a good safe house. What do you think wrench.", said an almost girly voice from the second of the smaller figures. "I don't see why not Hellion.", the other figure replied looking at the books. Walking up to the fire place Hellion rolled her right hand twice making a ball of fire appear then threw it into the pile of dried wood that was still left, from who knows how long ago. As the fire began to burn she turned and ran for the door yelling, "I'll bring dinner in a minute.", as the largest figure walked up to the table nearest the fire and pulled his cloak off before sitting on the old wooden bench.

Havoc wasn't a tall man but he was big. He was maybe five foot six but had arms like tree trunks and hands a bit too large for the rest of him. His feet were more like that of animals too with short shins and long feet instinctually only walking on the balls. His face was misleadingly normal compared with the rest of him with a slightly high hairline, short black hair and a short well groomed beard. What made him stand out were the ruins and other tribal like symbols tattooed down the length of his arms, all of them intertwining and meeting into five lines that ended at his knuckles. The rest of his body was covered in what looked like sleeveless combat gear with carbon fiber plates covering his vitals. The plate that covered his left chest had a demon's skull in the center of a pentagram encircled with a tribal serpent eating its tail painted woven through its lines. He looked to the book laden figure that sat across from them and ran a hand through his short cropped hair. In a deep but soft voice he asked, "So what do you got there." Looking up to him the figure dropped her cloak too the bench setting down a set of books.

She was slightly shorter than the man and had a slighter but still muscular build wearing similar gear to Havoc's only hers had many more pockets. Her right hand had a large complex set of pentagrams on its back. Her left arm however was obviously mechanical from the shoulder down. The shoulder was made of layered plates of armor with the same emblem on its top largest plate. Connected by pistons and wires the forearm had a wide armored plate on it with what looked like the end of a gun poking out just over the wrist. The hand attached to it was slightly larger than her right with only two fingers and thumb all ending in a claw similar to a birds.

Sighing she picked up the largest book from the pile, "Well this is a book on dragons which will be valuable if we can find any. I'm not sure since we still need to translate it but it seems to have information on handling them should we find any.", lifting the second largest, "This looks to be a history of this place, and that," indicating the smallest, "is a personal journal and what I wish to start on since I saw what looked like an ancient sealing ruin in the back."

Havoc looked up as the door opened and Hellion walked in a deer draped across her shoulders. She had pushed her cloak back so that it hung like a hooded cape. Stepping into the light she was revealed as an athletic young woman slightly shorter and smaller than the other in full body carbon fiber plated armor. She had the same emblem as the others painted on the left calf and seemed to be covered in all sorts of knives and guns. Walking to the opposite side of the fire she began to prepare their dinner. Turning her back on the scene Wrench pulled a long cylinder from one of her many pockets and pressed a button making a faint blue light appear. She then began to run the light over each page of each book with an ease that only came with practice.

Far up the mountain from the others an unknown black mass stirred smelling the surrounding air. It had been over a century since he had smelled any form of food being cooked and wondered who could be doing so now. Walking to the edge of his elevated cave a set of acid green eyes looked at the decrepit Mead Hall the only structure that still stood as long as he had. Smoke wafted from the main stack as it hadn't in years. Curiosity getting the better of the beast he began to silently climb down to the massive doors leading into the once lively place.

(Havoc)

I sat with my back to the table watching the door as I ate. It wasn't my favorite way to eat but when you're hunted as much as we are someone has to do it. Shaking my head I thought back to a time when it was just me running from those who wanted my death. It had been easier then but I wouldn't give it up having these two at my side for the world. Looking back at the two of them I saw Hellion had already finished and was tanning the hide and cleaning any useful bones, and wrench sat staring at a holographic version of the smallest book reading each page slowly. I happened to look back just as the door slid open silently. It wasn't for my good night vision he would have missed the large black shape that slipped and began walking along the shadow strewn wall.

Making sure not to make any obvious moves I slowly put my dinner on the table and picked up my knife from next to it. Putting just enough pressure to draw blood I drew a line through the two symbols just above my hands. As the seals were broken my hands began to darken as my nails turned to claws I could feel the power in me grow a bit. It was nothing for me to stand and cover the twenty feet between us in single jump. A large set of neon green eyes stared into mine as the beast jumped back towards the doors spreading its wings wide. I saw a black blur dash under it as I began to chase it. I was about ten feet from being able to grab ahold of its head when a ball of blue plasma flew at me. It wasn't hard to palm the ball and toss it in the fire but it did slow me down. Cursing her recklessness I watched as Wrench dashed up and put a translator plate on its head. I stepped up and got in front of her as it snarled, "What did you do to me?"

Looking around my shoulder and smiling she answered, "I just made it so that we can understand you that's all, Toothless." I couldn't help but smile at the dragons dumb founded face. If nothing else Wrench could knock almost anyone into that look of shock and surprise.

(Toothless)

Ok what the Hel is going on here there is a monster and what seems to be two women in the Mead Hall and thanks to this piece of metal on my head they can understand me. Shock took me for a moment as this though processed its way through my head. Slowly I looked at each of them trying to figure them out. It had been a long time since I had seen any humans so I knew they would have changed the look of their clothes and armor but the large one wasn't human. That was clear when he jumped at me. I took a deep whiff of their scents the two women smelled normal enough but the man reminded me of a sulfur spring.

I was about to demand what they were doing on the island when a more pressing thought entered my mind, "Can you free Hiccup and the others?"

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