I will be posting information on vehicles and other creations of the main character's in a separate story called The Biggest Shitstorm of a Life Project Data.
Just so everyone is aware, I am an American. Don't send me any hate comments just because of where I live, because I do not care.
Also, obligatory first story warning, so yea. And another obligatory disclaimer, I only own my original concepts.
Some much-needed background information before the story.
Any anti-aircraft gun is basically 2 miniguns that rotate in opposite directions and are chambered in 40mm ammunition and each AA gun (or anti-aircraft gun) fires anywhere from 4,000 rounds per minute to 12,000 rounds per minute.
Any shields for anything that I came up with (with inspiration typically) are created by making an electro-magnetic field around the vehicle and using that field to vibrate the molecules around the ship at speeds around about pi times 10 to the power of 1,000,000, which allows only vehicles with an identical shield frequency to enter the shield. And there is nothing that has a remotely similar shield frequency.
'How in the name of Hades did I get myself into this mess' was the only thought running through my mind while me and my battalion, the 511th clone battalion, were desperately trying to fight off not one, but two of the biggest thorns in our side. We were currently on the planet of Illum, which, surprise, both The Separatist Alliance and The Covenant had found their way to. Now, we had to deal with these two threats simultaneously. And to make matters worse, not all of team Grey, which consisted of Zach Deeg, Sakura Rylin (a Twillik turned cat faunce), Percy Jackson (yes that Percy Jackson, only in a force sensitive clone of his body), Gregor Wolfe (captain of the 511th), David Deeg (Zach's older brother, and general of the 500th clone battalion), Momaw Nadon (David's Padawan), Nick Deeg (Zach's younger brother, and general of the 311th clone battalion), and Ponda Bada (Nick's Padawan), were present, only adding to their disadvantage.
*Pause in story*
If you know where Momaw Nadon and Ponda Bada, as in the names, came from, good for you. But for the purpose of the story, I am just using the names. These two are humans.
*Back to the story*
Just when Gregor was about to tell me that we should pull out and retreat while we still could, I shouted "Red, White, and Blue protocol, version Alpha" and everyone who was left just went nuts and started going completely ham on the enemy. We had troopers pulling out all kinds of weaponry, we're talking Incineration Canons, RPGs, and even a few miniguns. I myself had pulled out my energy swords that I keep on the sides of my black Mjolnir mk 4 power armor and started slicing B1s and Covenant troops alike in half. About 2 minutes later, David and Nick arrived and soon the battle over Illum was over, with the enemy forces being completely destroyed and not a single enemy living to see the light of day ever again, primarily to maintain the secrecy of the planet, as all Jedi padawans went to the planet to obtain their lightsaber crystals.
The though of 'how in the name of Hades did I get myself into this mess' never left my mind, even after we were off-world. 'How did my life turn into such a shitstorm of crazy adventures and wacky times.'
*54X years ago*
I was in the car with my two brothers, David and Nick, and my mom, the only one of my parents that I knew, was driving us to some kind of camp all the way up in New York, when we lived in Indiana. I was 15 at the time and my brothers were physically fighting, which was actually quite common, while I was tinkering with one of my creations, an RC model battleship with Helicarrier style rotors and functional BB guns. That was until David punched the thing and made a hole in the bow of it. I proceeded to punch David in the face with strength that I never knew I had and immediately knocked him out. After that I proceeded to try and repair the damages done to the ship with Nick now completely silent and terrified of me. Now I wasn't heartless, I did know that he was alive because of the fact that I didn't hear his neck snap and the fact that he was a few years older than me and survived me doing that before when he had gone and broken my remote control for the boat a few weeks ago. We soon arrived at the camp to find out that it was known as Camp Half-Blood. I did manage to patch the hole in the ship before we arrived. When we arrived, we said our goodbyes, even David got to say goodbye because he woke up seconds before we arrived.
When we entered the camp, I saw people eyeing me and more specifically, my creation, as well as my brothers arguing over who was scarier, me or Mom, and I just proceeded to do a quick "weapons test" on the ship with them as my targets. They shut up immediately and we proceeded to the big white house that we had been told to go to by our mom. I, being the only remotely sane one of the three of us, kept my brothers in check the whole time. Even after the man who ran the camp proceeded to tell us our father was one of the Greek gods. 'Bull-shit. The Greek gods were myths, right?' Then I was proven wrong when none other than Dionysus himself walked into the room, holding a glass of red wine.
"Mr. D, your restriction" the leader of the camp, Chiron.
"Fine." The god said. And all of a sudden, the wine became a can of Diet Coke.
"Ok?!" I said. "So, which one of the gods is our dad?"
"I am afraid that I do not know that information, but I do know that one of the gods is your father seeing as how you got into the camp just fine." Chiron said.
"Wait, what is that thing?" Said Dionysus, pointing to my battleship.
"My battleship?"
"Yes!"
"It's a fully custom RC model battleship with working BB gun canons and Helicarrier style rotors."
"Chiron, I think we know who their dad is with the fact that he built that himself. Or at the very least, his dad."
"Agreed, although I think they may have the same father, but we have no way to know for sure about the other two."
"My brothers have made custom things kind of like this, but not anywhere near as detailed as this."
"Perhaps something in their lineage is affecting them and making them not quiet as into creating things as they should be."
Just then, one of my alternate personalities, called Maliki, and no I did not name him he had that name for as long as I can remember, jumped in and took control, changing my normally grey eyes to pure 100% black, and in a several octave deeper voice said, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"
This shocked Chiron and Dionysus honest to the gods looked downright terrified of the new voice that came out of my mouth. Only for them to be shocked once again when my voice and eyes changed again, but not back to normal. My eyes changed to pure white and my voice became a more comforting one as my other personality, Sephiroth, took control and said in a voice noticeably different in volume from my normal voice "Maliki, can you not?!"
"Shut the hell up Sephiroth!"
Then I took control again and said, "Both of you shut up!" I then looked over at Mr. D and saw the complete terror in his eyes. "What?"
"That would explain the interference your brothers are experiencing."
"It might also be that they have split personalities, but they only have 1 alternate personality each, with David having one named Maliki and Nick having one named Sephiroth. With how much mine argue, they really just seem to like arguing with each other and they don't really get to build as much as they might like to."
"We're sitting right here you know!" David shouts indignantly in my ear.
"That was my ear, idiot. Did you forget that I knocked you out in one punch earlier?"
"No!" David said in a scared voice.
"If you two are done arguing, we can get you into your cabin now." Chiron said with a hint of fear in his voice.
"Ok, so which one are we going to?" Nick asked.
"The three of you are going to the cabin of Hephaestus. All three of you."
After we got settled in in our cabin, it was time for dinner (any of you who have read the Percy Jackson books know how it goes), and after that it was the war games or whatever they are called, IDK. And today's game was capture the flag with the Poseidon, Athena, and Aires cabins all on the same side with others, which was also the opposite side as us. But we had a little trick up our sleeves, in the form of 3 Iron Man style armors that were connected to our brains, meaning we could summon them to come to us at any given moment. Which of course let us roll the game, with Nick and David setting their differences aside for the duration of the game so they could defend our flag. Needless to say, with Nick's armor resembling the Mk 42 and David's resembling War Machine, not a single soul got even remotely close to getting our flag.
*A Few Days Later*
"Where are you going?" David asked me.
"To work on the USS Devastator."
"Really, you're too obsessed with that Flying Battleship idea of yours."
"Well if there are monsters like what we have had to deal with in our few days here, all over the world, I think it is better to have something that would let us go and hit them hard and fast without them being able to even touch us."
At that moment, Nick came up to us and said, "Guys, we have a problem." I looked at him and saw exactly what the problem was, and it was right behind him. The Aries kids.
"What do you want?!" I said to them indignantly. Right after I said that, I got stabbed through my left shoulder by a spear thrown by none other than Clarisse. And that set me off. I didn't summon my armor, but my eyes became black, grey, and white. That meant that all three of my personalities were in control all at once. Out of my back came two sets of wings, one looking like they belonged on an angel, the other looking extremely tattered and demonic. "You stupid piece of shit." I said as I pulled the spear out of my shoulder, not even showing any sign that I was in pain. I was pissed that she though that it was ok to just impale people with her stupid spear and so I threw it with so much force that it broke the sound barrier, and off it flew, right to the sea. I then looked at her with a fury that was completely unmatched, and off I went at blinding speeds. Before anyone had time to register what had happened, I had basically appeared behind her, tackled her to the ground, and started to punch her repeatedly in the face, not with the force I threw her spear with, but still hard enough to really hurt her. Within a couple of minutes, a majority of the camp was there, and they were all working to restrain me to keep me from killing Clarisse. After they had restrained me, Clarisse was taken to the infirmary for likely concussion and some bad injuries to her face. She survived, and later claimed that it was payback for going and using the armors in capture the flag on our first day at camp. I was about to be told off by Chiron for acting the way I did, but a combination of my eyes, the wings on my back, and my blood coming out of my shoulder and staining my shirt caused him to stop himself from doing so. I was pissed but had calmed down enough to cause my eyes to go back to normal and the wings to disappear. After my outburst, everyone decided that it was best to just leave me be and let me work on the USS Devastator.
After a month of being there, the events of the next Percy Jackson book had occurred, and the USS Devastator was coming together nicely. But someone thought it would be a good idea to piss off the guy who beat the shit out of Clarisse. This person was Tantalus. When I think back, I give him a bit of a pass because he didn't know what I had done when Clarisse had pissed me off. But I still feel justified in my actions. He had said that, in order to be allowed to go into the forest after dinner, we had to give a proper reason, and I had a habit of spending weeks at a time in the forest, working on the USS Devastator, and only coming out for meals. So, I went and explained that to him. You know what he said.
He said, "I'm afraid that is not a proper reason to be in the forest after dinner and I am going to have to ask you to dismantle this thing that you have been working on." Keep in mind that this was just before dinner, and so people were already coming to their respective tables and he had said this in front of everyone who was already there. And the moment he said that, everyone knew that all hell was about to break loose, and so they prepared for the inevitable by starting to find a place to hide.
"What? No, I have spent a whole month working on this thing, so no I'm not going to dismantle it."
"Yes, you are. I am in charge here, not you."
With that, the inevitable happened, and it was like the incident with Clarisse all over again, but this time, Clarisse said, "Bad move" with a hint of fear in her voice.
This time, I stopped myself from killing my target, and said "Never, tell me to dismantle my creations, ever again! Or next time, I'm not going to stop myself from pulverizing your head. Got it?"
He never said a word to me and just said to the others who were there, "Don't just stand there, get him out of here, now!"
No one did anything, instead, Mr. D said, "They're not going to do that for fear of Zach going and doing that to them. In fact, one person here has firsthand experience with Zach's rage. Isn't that right Clarisse?"
Clarisse spoke up and told everyone present what had happened. And then Mr. D spoke again and said, "Zach is, from what we can tell, a decedent of something made with one purpose, to kill the gods, the Maliki demon, as well as our response to it, the Sephiroth 'angel'."
"What!" Tantalus exclaimed. "He is the decedent of something made to kill you, and you are perfectly fine standing even remotely close to him!"
"It seems that he has no desire to kill the gods, despite his heritage. Also, so long as people don't piss him off, everyone is safe. Although, it seems you have made an enemy of him. I would say that he will start doing things from this point forward that are specifically to make you mad."
"I hate to think what he could come up with." Clarisse said somewhat sarcastically.
"Who knows, maybe when his ship is at the very least flyable, he may go and fly it as low to the ground as possible and fly it right over your head." One of the other Aries kids stated.
"Don't give him any ideas!" David shouted to the Aries kid.
"Fine."
"I would suggest that you watch yourself, unless you want to end up back in Hades." Mr. D said.
He said nothing and just let me be for the rest of his time at the camp. About a month after that, the USS Devastator was finished and ready for her maiden voyage. Complete with 5 forward 16-inch triple barrel cannons, sea to air missiles, 16 AA guns on both port and starboard sides, 5 aft 16-inch triple barrel cannons, and 5-inch thick armor plating. After a while, the Battle of the Labyrinth went down with me and my brothers holding the front lines. After that is when things get really interesting.
During the battle of New York, as we called it, me and my brothers were tasked with protecting the sky around Manhattan. It went much worse than you would expect. Even with the USS Devastator in the sky and on auto pilot, the monsters still kept coming. We decided that we were, instead of flying around, we would go and set the Devastator down in the Hudson River and begin to rain down Flak from the primary cannons and the AA guns. But we ran into an issue when Poseidon joined the fight against the "tornado." He wound up hitting the USS Devastator on the ammo deck and caused all of the remaining rounds to go off. All those rounds did the Devastator in, and almost did us in. The rounds had sent shrapnel all over the place and even hit all three of us, piercing through our heavily damaged armors and giving us injuries that, under most circumstances, would be fatal within a couple of hours. And the damage that had been done to our armors prevented anyone from being able to do anything to save us. Anyone, except the gods.
When the battle was over, and Percy was offered the chance at immortality, he declined, and asked for things to be done to prevent what had happened from ever happening again. But he also recalled something, the three of us, slowly bleeding out, and us rambling on about some kind of vision. David was saying something like there being several wars coming soon. Nick was talking about numerous kinds of aliens, and everyone thought he was just going crazy. Me however, I was going on about some kind of struggle for dominance between forces of light and dark, and that both sides were trying to call out to me. Apollo had no clue what we were talking about for a little while, but then used his connection to his oracle, the Oracle of Delphi, and found out that what we were saying was completely true. Just, not necessarily on Earth. The Olympians decided at that moment that they would give us a "second chance at life" by giving the three of us immortality.
We thanked them and Percy for remembering our condition, and within 3 weeks, we had made a very quickly thrown together spaceplane. One with very little armaments and a lot of fuel, we said our goodbyes and soon were off into deep space.