Authors thoughts: I hope you enjoy this fan fiction. I will update this story as frequent as I can. Just know that the last chapter you see would not BE the last chapter of the story. This story would be constantly updated. Certain things of the original Spiral Knights game would be modified to fit into the story for a story sake. The main character of this story is Daxen, the gunslinger in charge of selling recipes of gunslinger stuff in the Hall of Heroes (if you ever played the game). So one more time, enjoy.

Spiralling Down - Chapter 1

"You had one chance to save the world...and you failed. The Lord made sure no mistakes was made. But you made some, and some very grave ones. The gremlins have decided to continue on with Project R. Your leadership has lead it to success,with of course your partner Razwog. But those knights...they have stopped our domination of what they call Haven. They have upgraded their strength, technology and power. But do you think that they would be able to stop our Lord? Make sure they don't...or else your life would be over in a second, Seerus. "

"But sir, Razwog is dead." - Seerus.

"I know that. I killed him."

"But how?...The knights killed him."

You think it was the knight's luck or fate to meet up with him and stop him? It was all planned out carefully."

"So you used him? Just like that?"

"Don't ask questions! Just do as what you are told."

"Yes sir. May your reign come sooner than before."

-End of transmission-

The Hall of Heroes was a majestic place. It's grand pillars, spotlight on the different sectors of the hall. Majestic was the theme, and the theme was done. The different sectors were each managed by different categories, each with its differences in technology, theme, and power. Daxen, the gunslinger stood still, patiently waiting for any new knights to arrive. He was wearing a black pink cowboy hat and a pink poncho covered with white patterns. Business was slow now a days since the new laws was issued.

ALL ITEMS BOUGHT FROM THE HALL IS STRICTLY UNTRADEBLE

AND WOULD BE LAWFULLY BINDED TO THE CUSTOMER.

The new rule stank. It made life so much harder for everybody. Daxen thought back of…of…of, a thought struck him again for the 100th time. He couldn't remember his past. The only thing he could remember was the memory of him opening his eyes to Kozma, the Quartermaster. He was severely injured, but she nursed him back to health. She told him that he would be physically fine, but his memories were gone, as he was diagnosed with amnesia. Spiral HQ couldn't let him join back the field of course, after his incident. So they ironically decided to make him a 'Hero', and work in the Hall of Heroes. In fact, all those working in that hell hole was deemed unfit for duty by Spiral HQ. His job was to sell recipes of guns to other warriors. However, his recipes in guns and ponchos were almost entirely useless, but with the exception of some.

He sat down, trying to recall back the glory days of him fighting along his comrades. Overtime, he managed to recollect some memories, but they weren't the most heartwarming. He could only remember the worst. He recalled his enemies. Ruthless, powerful and came in swarms. But with the team's relentless teamwork, they pulled it through and saved Haven. To be honest, Project R was the easiest mission of all his adventures in the Clockworks. Gremlins may be the only intelligent species in the planet, but their creations have never been satisfactory. The twins were almost useless...who would put two turrets facing each other? But it was over, and now he was retired, selling his old unwanted things to whoever comes by.

"Hey Echo! I'm calling it a day," Daxen said. Echo was his best mate, a squad striker, best in his field. Like him, he too was retired, selling his recipes of swords and striking worth armour. In fact, everybody in the Hall was retired, battle hardened to the eyes.

"Okay, wait for me, I'm coming too," Echo said, putting on his Wolver armour. Shaped like a wolf head, with rectangular slits for the eye holes, the yellow helmet only looked decent with the yellow coat, and the white fur wrapping around the neck. The armour looked more like a winter jacket than actually combat worthy.

That's when the alarm went off. The constant whining ring made Daxen's head spin.

"The alarm only rings if there is an urgent emergency right?" Daxen said.

"Yes! So what is going on?!" Echo immediately asked. His eyes filled with panic. His anxiety training in Spiral HQ has long been forgotten. The other retired vendors were stricken in fear, unsure of the actions needed.

The ground was shaking, with sounds of explosions outside that Hall of Heroes. Dust and stone crumbles fell from the roof. Everybody knew the outcome if they stayed much longer. The Hall was falling apart from the shear tremors. They had to get to the lift as fast as they can, it was the fastest way out of there.

"Hurry! Get to the lift!" Lieutenant Barrus said. He was the head of the Spiral Wardens who guard the lift. He opened the lift gates, allowing the retired heroes to enter.

But there was a problem, the lift could barely fit five people and when all nine retired heroes squeezed into the squarish lift, there wasn't any available space left for Lieutenant Barrus and his loyal Spiral Wardens.

"You go on without me, I would be fine by myself,"Lieutenant Barrus lied. He stood before the crowded lift, saluted and the lift went up to Haven.

"NO!" Daxen shouted. His gloved hand reaching out. As the lift went up to the surface, the unstable cave roof finally collapsed onto the Hall of Heroes. Lieutenant Barrus and his comrades were no more.