Aftermath of the blacksmith

A/N: I will be using Russian curse words.

Chapter one

(Gareth's POV)

It's been about a few months since the squad disbanded. It was all mutual benefits for the entire squad. I packed the experimental prototype weapons in each of our packs. I built for myself a sword with holes in the hilt so I can spew fire from my hand to create a wild blade of flames. I left south ways and a mystical portal tossed me here. I heard of this place, Dead Moscow.

It's a good thing I found a building that have clean air. Otherwise I would have lost a lot of oxygen. I began scraping my fighter jet to transform it into a rail car. I convert most of the engines to armor or explosives. I turn the rest of it to create the body and armor for the railcar. In hindsight it, more or less, looks like a giant rectangular box with wheels. I test if it's still move able and to my surprise it does. I start up the engine so I can drive this damn thing to the nearest rail junction. It was not far but I have to also consider the fact the air is saturated with radiation. I recheck the makeshift railcar to see if it's properly bolted tight. To my own surprise there are some complications of the design. After some tinkering I am able to get it air tight. It's a good thing I have oxygen tanks remaining from the jet as well as some welding torches.

As I leave my average work place I get started on something the head scientist of Grand Coalition sent me. He sent me a blood sample to test my understanding of cloning processes. He sent me a starter set that is yet to be assembled. It only takes me a few minutes to get the thing whole.

I may show very high potential to be a scientist but I have my doubts. There is a label on the side of vial sample. It says 'Exal Kressh', that name sound familiar but I don't know where. I insert the sample into the machine and it does the work quickly. I'm surprised the subject comes out red, human like and female. She has long black hair and fair body. I see this right now as a joke of my loneliness.

I also notice a crate came with the package. Due to my curiosity I take a peek in what is inside of it. My eyes shoot open at the first item in the crate. A lightsaber, some armor and light brown robes. I walk over to my console to look up that name. It doesn't take long for an accurate reference page of this Exal Kressh to come up. The one thing that comes up is that she is a sith.

I turn to see the cloning tube open and empty. I run over to the crate just to find its contents gone. I look around until I see the red skinned woman with her hand on the hilt of the light saber. I slowly reach in my jacket for my pistol. That when she begins to charge at me with the blade of her lightsaber drawn. I react into my fight response by jumping to one side with my flaming sword drawn. We stare down for a few minutes until we both charge at each other. My flames clash against the energy of the lightsaber which cause to give out a loud hissing sound. I press my force into my blade until she knocks it up and uses the force to push me back. The force of the push wasn't much but it knocked my blade a few feet from me. I try to reach for it until I feel the heat of her saber near my neck. I look up to see her yellow eyes and I can tell it's filled with rage and confusion.

"Alright, you win" I admit.

"Tell me where am I" She demands. From the sound of her voice it's like honey if honey grew on black pepper plants.

"You're in Dead Moscow; a shell of its former self where it's denizens now live in the tunnels below" I answered.

"What system" she demanded again.

"Solar System; coordinates Sol 3."

"Who are you?"

"Gareth Blade the third, aka known as Gareth the gunsmith."

"Then tell me gunsmith why are we here?"

"I arrive here on my own accord; you were reborn in a sense."

She looks to her side to contemplate and this gives me a small window of opportunity. I slowly place my left palm on the ground concentrating some of my power into it. The ground under her begins to glow red and pillars of fire burst from the ground. I can't see through the fire but it's a relatively weak fire. I pick up my hilt and I try to peer through the fires. That is when I receive a harsh response. Bolts of lightning burst through the fire and the lightning engulfs my body. The pain is unbearable but I keep holding on. As soon the lightning stop I kneel down half slump. I look up to see Exal walking towards me. I try to stand up but I get another burst of lightning. I collapse to the ground with lightning still attacking me. It's wasn't until we hear a knock on the garage door. At first I thought it could be a watchman or a nosalis. The second sound was the rattle of the lock outside the door.

I heave myself up from my position on the floor to get my stuff from the rail car. I place a standard looking gasmask on and I grab my Kalashnikov and Saiga. I toss a gas mask over to Exal. She notice that I have mine on so she place it on the same way. I place a bag of ammo with the Kalash next to it behind a pillar. I ready myself at another pillar not far from my rifle. I wave my hand for Exal to hide somewhere. She disappears behind the railcar. I concentrate my attention to the door. I hear the sound of a gun blowing the lock off. I count ten men but they don't have uniforms or military grade weapons. I can tell these guys are either stalkers or gangsters. I pop out of the pillar firing my Saiga. I shoot down a few of the men but the rest react and fire back. I empty out a magazine until I need to reload. As I reload one of them rush at me with a knife. I cock the gun and drop it. I grab the man by the arm and use his inertia to force his knife into his neck. Blood gush out and he drops to the floor. I kick my gun back into my hands allowing myself to continue fighting. I spray the pellets left to right until I use up all ten shells in the Saiga. I check if I have more shells and it appears I have run out. I switch over to my Kalashnikov. I take a kill count and I count nine bodies. I look around wondering where the last guy is. It's until I hear the sound of a revolver hammer being pulled back. I turn to see Exal being held captive by one of the men. The gun his being held at point blank range to her head. Before any action either of us is done, the man spoke.

"Alright you suka, gun down and be ready to die."

As I slowly place my rifle down I say to myself in Russian "eto piz ‛dets."

When I place the gun down, he throws Exal to the side and points the gun at me. He slowly approaches me. He keeps walking until his gun is touching the glass of my mask. He slowly squeezes the trigger until he begins to choke. He drops the gun and tries to grab what choking him. I notice nothing is choking him. I turn to see Exal with her hand in a choking position. She continues to squeeze her hand until she fully closes it and the sound of choking ceased. I look up at her with both astonishment and fear. I crouch down to pick up my rifle and stand back up again.

I walk over to see if there are any more of those bastards. I look around and I notice a makeshift jeep. I walk over and I find that there is no one in it and there are some supplies in it such as ammo, food, and a map. There is a small red circle and it tells me that we are near a station called Exhibition. I walk back to the railcar to set it to neutral. I then push it outside and I attached my rail car to the jeep. I open the door for Exal and I motion her to enter the car. She complies with a bit of gratitude in her eyes but still rage. I enter the driver's seat and I drive the jeep to the transfer track near the main metro line. As I drive I rummage behind the seat and I find a brown cloak. I hand it over to Exal letting her know she needs to put it on. We have to avoid the multiple potholes and large gaps on the road since most of it is just rubble.

It's until we arrive to one of the open rail tracks. I get out of the jeep and with Exal's help we are able to get the railcar aligned with the metro lines. With the ammo and gun I collected from the dead gangsters and from their jeep I figured I would sell the guns near Bolshoi station. I figured it's just a few hours of travel since I'm near the edge stations. I set the rail car to go forward until we reach Bolshoi. I walk over to the back to find Exal sitting on the only bed in this railcar. I take a seat next to her. As soon I sit down, she inches away from me. I attempt to engage a conversation.

"So, did killing that man get a bit of that anger out?"

"Yes, it did; why did you revive me?"

"To be honest: I have no clue; I got orders from Grand Coalition to clone your body, I didn't know this would happen."

"So what now; do we just sit here until further orders from your superiors?"

"Well in retrospect that would be the plan." I stand up and say "get some rest; when we arrive to our next destination I'll sell some of the guns we acquired."

I stand up giving Exal some room to lie down. I turn to see that see is facing the wall. I wrap her slender figure with the blanket I fashioned from my parachutes. She sounds like she is sleeping but in truth I know she is not. I would not sleep as well if I have to take turns sleeping on a bed with a stranger.

I walk over to the stock piles and I count that we only have twenty two guns, which also includes my rifle and shotgun. I count ten double barrels and ten revolvers. I also have a box of spare metals. I walk over to seal the separator from the rear car section to the front. I put my skills to good use. I build a few more revolvers. The smell of smelting metal smells like it could burn my hair off. I smile as make more guns. I keep building more guns until the box is empty. I take count and I made a lot more revolvers. I count around thirty revolvers. I check the time and it's near midnight. I look out of the window and I notice we arrive at Bolshoi. I open the door to see a few men in Polis Ranger uniforms. I greet them.

"Hello there."

"Good evening to you; what is your business here?"

"I'm a humble trader; instead of having a singular way of payment I accept MGR or scrap metal."

"Why scrap metal?"

"So I can refine it so I can use it as material for more guns."

"Ah, I see what you mean."

"When is a good time I can open a small stand for me to sell my wares?"

"Around ten in the morning; we'll knock on your railcar it signal you; for the mean time you can park your railcar at the railcar hold; we'll guide you."

I walk back to my railcar controls and I set the speed to three mile per hour. I follow the ranger to an entire collective of railcars. I park my railcar near the entrance so I can have an easier time to walk back and forth. I shut down the engine so I can conserve the gasoline. I walk back to the rear car. I notice that Exal seems to be having a nightmare. I take off my jacket and shirt so I can be ready to sleep. Before I walk towards the bed I set up the security so we can sleep soundly. I quietly slip under the covers and I wrap my arm around her body. I hold her close until her head is touching where my heart is. Her breath seems so soft like the gentle breeze of fire spreading a wild fire. For now in what seems for a long time I feel content.

As I attempt to slumber with Exal in my arms, I notice how beautiful she is given she is a Sith Pureblood. I would have been put off by the extended bone structure of an average pureblood but thankfully she has none of it. I lean my head closer to hers and even though she was reborn in a cloning chamber she surprisingly smell like lavender. I love the smell of lavender. As I sleep soundly, she begins to mutter something in her sleep. I notice a tear escaping from her eye.

I have an uncanny ability to enter dreams so I enter her dream. As I come in her dream I notice it's a nightmare. The first thing I see is Exal being held against her will by two sith acolytes and in front of her is Darth Vitiate the Sith Emperor. I notice that they completely ignore me when I entered her dream. Darth Vitiate is about to purge Exal's mind and insert his own in her body. I have to intervene. I draw my sword and I strike down the acolyte on her left and I use the momentum to strike the other. This gives Exal an opening to use the force on the emperor and knock him to the wall. She picks up a lightsaber from one of the fallen acolytes. She slowly walks towards the emperor and she drives the glowing blade of her weapon into the emperor's chest and she drive it down until his body is in half. She smiles in this victory and I leave knowing she will have a good night's rest.

A few hours past and it's almost eight in the morning. I open my eyes to see Exal snuggling against my chest. I may not be a burly man but I'm well toned and well built. I close my eyes for a while until I hear Exal moan a bit. I open my eyes to see her waking up. I have to admit it's kind of cute. She opens her eyes a little until our eyes meet for a brief moment. It's until a second later she realize she and I are sharing the same bed. She uses the force to throw me to the wall opposite from the bed. I slowly get up from the ground to see a flustered sith woman. I never knew when a sith pureblood blush their cheeks turn a light pink. I laugh a little when she seems a bit flustered.

"Why were you sleeping with me" she hollers.

"Well that is the only bed."

"You could've slept on the floor."

"Then you won't have pleasant dreams and you can't snuggle up on my chest."

She blushes a deeper pink. She closes her eyes and turns her head saying "well who asked you."

I walk over to the crates of weapons and the MGRs next to the crate. I count around three hundred rounds. I leave my rifle and shotgun here while I can go sell my guns. I turn to Exal and I yell over to her.

"I'll be back around the afternoon."

"Fine, I'll just meditate until you return."

"If you're hungry there are some cans of beans in the back." I stop halfway in the door way and I blow a kiss to Exal. She picks up a hammer and cocks her arm back. I get out before the hammer could hit me. I whisper to myself 'this will be an interesting relationship.