Human vs. Planets: Sauria in Flames.

Based off "Man Vs Planet" by Feuerstross. Credit goes to him for the base inspiration.

EDITED as of the 4th of May 2015, Chapter rewritten, Story Renamed, Dream revealed and a slightly more realistic yet Sci-Fi approach is given to the story.

Edited once again as of the 19th of October 2015, with Elements of Deus Ex: Human Revolution at the start of this chapter. Timeline is set on the 8th of December 2025.

Let's go!

Chapter One: Augmentations and Rude Awakenings.

"Well Mr. Broen, as long as you don't strain the actuators like you did with that piece of junk you called a replacement arm, you won't have to come back to the LIMB clinic as often." The nurse said, earning a sheepish grin/half smirk as I flexed my right arm. "Thanks madam." I said, a slight gravelly tone in my voice, due to low usage of my vocal cords, as I brushed the flesh coloured dermal plating that covered my arm's vital components, tracing the seams where the plates connected.

It had been a long month just waiting to get the proper replacement for my original arm. I sighed, I never was satisfied with the kit-bashed arm that I'd scavenged, but it still felt... Unnatural to feel proper sensation in my right arm after having lost said arm for almost a year and having to rely on a salvaged arm that only felt by sending light buzzes into my nervous system the whole time.

I'd already paid for this new arm via pre-ordering, so I was pretty much free to leave after a few more check-ups, to which I flexed my new arm and stood up, being careful not to break the robot arms that had been installing my brand-new cybernetic arm to my shoulder blade as I slid myself off the bunk. I really didn't want to pay for the damages to LIMB clinic property. That stuff was bloody expensive...

Shrugging off any finance-related thoughts, I grabbed the white shirt I'd taken off for the operation, before pausing to look at the glass tinted window, checking my reflection.

The man in the mirror stared back, a cold look marring his face. He had long black-brown curly hair that stopped at his neck; a beard resembling Adam Jensen's adorning his chin. However, unlike Jensen, he had a lighter build and a slightly tanned Caucasian appearance, darker than yellow, but lighter than brown. A scar ran from left eye brow to cheek, with the narrow scar trailing over the eye. Closer inspection would reveal that both eyes were cybernetic, due to the ominous blue glow reflecting off the glass. Due to being shirtless, it not only showed off the mechanical arm, it also revealed the massive scarred tissue where his arm used to be, as well as smaller scars trailing from chest to gut. I traced the scars with my new arm, goose bumps forming at the sensation of dermal plated fingers touching sensitive skin.

'Heh, one Hek of a 28th birthday gift... To myself...' I thought depressingly, before the Nurse's return made me look away from my reflection. "Sorry to have kept you waiting Mr. Victor, we just need to check your latest upgrades and you'll be free to go." She said, looking up from her digital clipboard. I nodded, before a thought struck me. "Does it require me to not wear my shirt?" I asked as I held up my shirt, which I'd taken off prior to the operation.

At the shake of her head, I shrugged and slipped the shirt on, standing up to follow the Nurse to the next room...

Timeskip, five minutes later...

I sighed as I made my way out the LIMB clinic, chowing down on a dark chocolate Pro-Energy bar. The final checkup really drained me, since they had me going through drills to check for any defects in my new Specter Glass-Shield cloaking augmentation, the Icarus Landing system and my Atlas Dermal Armor Augmentation... Which involved a thrown EMP grenade and absolutely no warning whatsoever from the medical staff.

Needless to say, I was plum tuckered out... Both from the sudden shock of blue electricity and Chaff dancing in my vision, and from angrily shouting at them for throwing an EMP grenade at my face... Literally.

I pushed open the door to the carpark, the drab grey concrete clashing horribly with the chrome and metallic painted vehicles that wouldn't look out of place in a Sci-fi movie... Unfortunately, none of them here could fly, mostly because those models were too expensive for anyone in this city.

However, none of the sleek rides were mine, to which I grinned darkly as I stopped in front of an ominous matte-black angular vehicle with silver streaks painted all over the body. The vehicle had clear signs of heavy modifications, all thanks to a really good engineer fusing an old 80-X with a Vodnik to get the Death Machine I'd always wanted, hence why I'd named it the 80-T Vucari* for that reason... Obviously, he didn't do it for free though. Cost me around two thousand Credits, but it was well worth the cash.

I grabbed the door handle, feeling a tingle as the built-in sensors scanned my implanted Bio-chip. A second passed, before a *click* was heard as the door unlocked, allowing me access. I smirked as I stepped into the driver's seat, the soothing whine of the thermoelectric engine filling my ears as I twisted the ignition key. I shifted the vehicle into gear, before steadily driving out of the parking space and down the ramp, stopping at the barrier to take my pass as I drove through the city streets. The sight of homeless people and the street punks made me rather glad I had a job at that security firm, it paid well and if you knew a fair bit of robotics like I did, you'd be set for a while.

Eventually, I'd left the urban jungle and entered the rural Suburban area, a slight smile forming as I finally saw my house, which was a small, suburban house with a very tiny front garden... Seriously, I could stretch my arm from the front door to fence and I'd find my fingertips poking two inches beyond the fence, that's how small the front garden was...

However, the same can't be said for my much larger back garden, which was big enough to shove the Vucari and still have enough room for a Pumpkin or two... Not that I planted those veggies, I hated the bitter plant's taste, and regardless of my somewhat good cooking skills, I absolutely sucked at making Pumpkin pie...

A chirping sound made me blink, before the screen on the dashboard lit up with the image of a white anthropomorphic vixen with a pink muzzle and red lipstick. That would have been an odd sight if it weren't for the fact that she also had glowing yellow eyes, a shiny plasticky appearance and that her ears resembled Chii's from Chobits, showing off her status as an android. "Welcome back sir." She chirped with a grin... One that was also full of sharp, metal teeth that looked capable of ripping through one's skull in a single bite... Not that she'd do that. "Hey Maggie, how was your day?" I asked warmly, a slight half-smile forming on my face as I greeted my robotic maid... Not that I relied on her all that much to do the cooking. She absolutely Tanks at cooking.

The robotic fox smiled back, this time not showing her sharp teeth. "Oh, same old, same old. Had to make sure Painis didn't 'Eat' AJ... Again." she said with a frown and roll of her eyes. I groaned, sometimes, I really regret giving some of the AI I had the personalities of those Gmod Characters. I mean, it was funny the first twelve times, but then it got repetitive after that.

However, I didn't have the heart to reprogram them, due to having a rather soft spot for robots and AI, partly since I was technically a cyborg due to my arm and eye prosthesis and mostly for having one since my introduction to movies like I-Robot and games like Halo. However, I also had a thing for smart and attractive females and if they were cybernetic... Well, that was a bonus.

Sighing in relief, I pressed the brake on the 80-T Vucari, slowing the barely-road legal Beast down, before turning into the driveway and into the garage, the door opening to reveal the inside of my garage. It mostly had the typical stuff you'd find, like a Carjack, a workbench and a tool cabinet, but it also had two racks for Power armor, ( One of which was taken up by a makeshift Power Armor Frame with a missing right arm), a Mk-III Auto-Doc (Newest model, Cabinet Variant) and a black and blue heavily modified BMW R1200 GS. There was more than enough space for the Vucari to fit into the garage, a fact that I was thankful for as I shut off the engine and climbed out of the driver's-side door, the heavy garage door whirring shut as I carefully made my way to the main house door.

I was more than pleased when I bought this house. It was a two story tall suburban house, rather new, as in I was its first resident to ever live here. I felt that it was perfect for me. It had come with two small bedrooms on the second floor, one of which I used as a study, a nice big Living room on the ground floor, two bathrooms (a Small one on the ground floor and a larger two person one near the bed room I was sleeping in.), a room on the first floor I used as a game/reading room, a nice big basement and the obvious kitchen and dining room. I sighed as I pulled off my shirt, the fabric sticky with my sweat from my work as a part-time baker and the trial test for my replacement arm and the newly added augmentations, and tossed the once white attire into the hamper, before grabbing a towel and making my way to the bathroom.

Frankly, my bathroom wasn't a horrific place you'd expect from a Bachelor pad, even though I'm technically a bachelor. The room was coloured a light teal, thanks to the tiles, which clashed horribly with the blood-red rough tiled floor (I had a warped mind.). It was surprisingly clean, with only a slight bit of grime in the corner that won't come off no matter how hard one scrubs (I would know, I spent an hour doing that and another hour swearing in pain.). The wire rack had a green bar of soap, a bottle of shampoo and a bottle of cyber-lubricant.

I stripped off my trousers and under clothes, tossing them out the door and into the hamper. sighing in satisfaction as the water struck my body, the lukewarm liquid running over my body and cooling off any aches and pains that I received during the day. A minute passed before I turned off the water to lather myself. I grumbled when I got to my Cyber-arm.

Great, this is the part I like the least. I thought as I switched to the lubricant and squirted a palm-sized amount right onto my left hand, grimacing at the scent of motor oil and WD-40 mixed with Aloe Vera. All the cyberparts in the world and they never made a lubricant that doesn't smell foul... I sighed, before rubbing the concoction all over the cyber-arm, tracing the synthetic muscle and actuators as I did, before stopping at where the arm's shoulder connected to the torso. I had to be careful with this stuff, since it's alkaline nature meant that it burned bare skin on prolonged contact. That being said, I washed off my left hand once I was done, preventing the mix from burning me. A minute passed and I started rinsing the suds off my body, sighing contently as my limb cleared up.

Once done, I turned off the water, brushing any remaining Cyber-Lubricant off as I did, before grabbing the towel I'd hung outside the bathroom and drying myself off. Heh, already feels much better now. I mused as I flexed my new cyber-arm and hearing the comparatively softer whine as the actuators purred softly in response. "Mwah-ha, much better." I mused as I wrapped the towel around my waist and stepped out of the shower. Dangit, the Radar's still toast. I groaned as the HUD Radar kept blinking, mostly from the EMP messing up my implanted EM Scanner...

I was jarred from my thoughts as a pair of white furry arms suddenly wrapped themselves around my waist. I flinched from the contact, before groaning. "Hey Maggie." I sighed, a soft giggle being heard as I turned to find a six foot tall pink and white Fox PersoCom standing right behind me. She was wearing a magician assistant's attire along with a pink bow around her neck, a pink strand of head-fur on her head and pink Panties covering her pubic components.

Yes, she was capable of... Lovin'. And no, we haven't shagged. Still a virgin 'ere. I sighed, I need a distraction. I thought as Maggie's paw slipped lower...

The sound of knuckles rapping on the front door brought me out of my lewd robotic related thoughts as I carefully pried myself out of Maggie's grip. "I'll get that." I said, ignoring Maggie's sad whine as I wrapped my towel around my waist a little tighter and dashed out of the room. "Geez, impatient bugger ain't he?" I muttered as the knocks grew louder.

I opened the door, only to find nobody there. Great, a nuisance caller. I mentally grumbled, before noticing something on the porch. I blinked, before realizing it was a khaki package. "A Parcel?" I muttered as I plucked it off the ground and gave it a look over. Other than the fact that it had no address, there was nothing out of the ordinary with the grubby package.

Huh. I mused, closing the door as I walked in with the package. "Who was it?" Maggie asked as she walked into the hall. "No idea. Left me a package though." I shrugged as I left the package on the Dining Table. "I'll unwrap it tomorrow, I'm bloody tired." I sighed. It was then that I noticed Maggie's puppy-eyed look.

"No, you're not Lil' spooning me tonight, It's Flutter-bot's turn." She whined softly, causing me to sigh. "Next night, kiddo." She perked up, giggling happily as she jogged out of the room, her rather large, *Ahem* assets bouncing slightly. I chuckled lightly at her antics. For a bot with the body of a young woman, she's got the mind of a pup. I mused with a smile. She might drive me crazy, but at least she was mature enough to not "Glomp" me too often...

I shook myself out of those thoughts. Better get to bed, don't wanna be late again. I mused as I tightened the towel around my waist and walked out into the hall. A soft click was heard, followed by a cabinet opening up next to me to reveal a robot built to resemble an anthropomorphic Fluttershy, dressed in a French Maid's attire, only instead of pony ears, her ears were that of a PersoCom's. She walked out, bowing lightly with a smile. "H-hello Sir-r." She whispered softly, a soft blush on her cheeks. "How was-s your day?"

I felt a smile quirk the side of my mouth. "It's been fine, got a new arm to replace my old one, along with new eyes." I held up my arm to show off the limb. "I got a custom job, looks pretty cool eh?"

"It looks... Nice..." Flutter-Bot said, glancing at the robotic limb in question. It actually was a nice looking limb, resembling a flesh coloured version of Adam Jensen's arm, minus the ports for the Typhoon Explosive launchers, with the stylized anthro image of the Miwok Totems, Silver Fox and Coyote imprinted on the upper arm component, both garbed in Ceremonial Attire of the Miwok tribe and dancing inside a Nebula.

Frankly, I thought it looked nice. Hopefully, the Miwok tribe wouldn't take offense...

I shook myself out of my thoughts. Better get to bed, Don't wanna get up late… Again! I thought as I turned to Flutter-bot. "Hey, uh, Flutters?" I asked as the PersoCom blinked at me. "Yes?" she asked softly. "I need to get to bed. Don't wanna be late tomorrow. Wait for me in my bedroom, M'kay?" Fluttershy nodded, skipping into my bedroom as I smiled lightly. Cute as a button. Shame she's more like a daughter to me... I mused as I walked in after her.

Frankly, I was glad that I got a custom PersoCom like Flutter-Bot. Teaching her to be more... Human, if I could say that, was a bit of a chore, but she was worth every minute I spent trying to teach. Still, while Flutter-Bot was a good PersoCom, Maggie was my first artificial friend and my most loyal. She actually started out as an Animatronic in a derelict Pizzeria before I found her and got her rebuilt as a PersoCom. Still, I wasn't gonna just be selfish as to let her have all the fun... So I made a system where one of them would take turns spooning while the other goes off to Charge overnight.

I slipped into my bedroom, Flutter-Bot not far behind as I grabbed a pair of boxers from my drawers. I didn't like wearing PJs, but I also didn't like sleeping nude. I compromised by wearing boxers and an under shirt to bed. They weren't PJs and I wasn't snoozing nude. I smiled lightly as Flutter-Bot slid into the sheets with me.

"Welp, G'night Flutters." I murmured, snuggling up to Flutter-Bot and nuzzling her synthetic mane as a dreamless sleep beckoned me as it normally did.

Only, it wasn't to be as dreamless as I would've expected. Unbeknownst to me, the mysterious package started to glow ominously...

I hardly ever dream, the reason being that I never could sleep long enough to enter a dream state, and even when I did… I hardly remember anything of value.

However, I was able to remember this one, though it wasn't quite clear. I found myself running through a wasteland, dressed in Clothes that I could only register as Agent armor from the game, Blacklight Retribution. I could see streaks of hot lead whiz through the air and hear the deadly whistle as they shot past my head.

Unfazed, I then charged at a strange Lizard wearing what looked like a modified version of Krogan Battle Armor, a silver square-edged blade extending from my right arm with a *click* as I tackled it and stabbed the blade right into the chink in its armor, red blood spurting out of the gap as life left the corpse. I tore out the blade and stood up, then quickly dived to my right in a tuck and roll, just barely avoiding an Orbital Laser fired on my position.

I growled, before retracting the blade and pulling a Linebacker Grenade Launcher off my back, blasting away at a group of several soldiers decked in IMC armor, before I started reloading, only to get sent flying by a massive Ape (looked kinda like a Mutant Baboon, now that I think about it.) wearing heavy body armor and wielding the massive red and black Warhammer that he'd hit me with. I pulled myself to my feet with a pained groan, though I never really felt any pain, before turning to see the Ape preparing to crush me... Only for several bullets to bury themselves in the Ape's head, causing it's face to cave in with a sickening *Crunch!* as bone and muscle got ripped apart by the ballistic barrage, splattering my mask with gore.

I shook my head, before a blue furred hand appeared in my field of vision. I glanced up to see four blurry figures, with one of them being a lot smaller than the other three, to which I noted were quite feminine with canine features. "Get up Victor!" the tall blue woman shouted with an angelic British-tinged accent. I reached out to grab the offered hand...

...Only to be awoken by the sound of my ancient Nokia Phone playing the Song, Inside of Me by Mandopony. I groaned, rubbing the grit from my eyes as I dragged myself out of bed. I wasn't a morning person of any sort and that dream had actually been rather good. I turned off the alarm and then reached for the light switch, bringing light to my dark bedroom.

I let out a sigh as I looked over to my messy desk, where a miniature ARC Reactor was sitting on a piece of tarp, its weak glow barely illuminating the semi-dark room. It was something I was attempting to bring to reality, with a little success, though not much by comparison. I glanced at the bed; to find Flutters still snoozing away in her cybernetic body, then turned to the table and picked up my phone, before I gained a confused expression. The words "No Service" was displayed at the top left of the screen. "Strange…" I thought, as I tapped the side of the phone. After seeing no change, I gave up, slapping my phone back on my desk for now.

I sighed in relief as I stretched, hearing a satisfying 'pop' as my vertebrae realigned, before I opened my cabinet, revealing a mess of clothes. I reached in and grabbed my usual attire, which happened to be a black hoodie, a white shirt, a pair of black trousers, white dress gloves and a leather holster. I slipped them on, before grabbing my phone and shoving it into my pocket, preparing for work later on. I glanced at the clock on my desk, seeing that it was half past six in the morning. Perfect, I had more than enough time to make breakfast and get to work. I walked out of the room and closed the door, before I made my way down the stairs.

I was snapped out of my sleep induced state when I walked right into something solid, causing me to Jump away in shock.

"GAH!" I yelped, whirling around as a silver blade slipped out of my arm with a hissing click, readying myself to deal with a possibly armed Burglar... Only to find Maggie standing where the burglar should have been, slumped over as if in sleep mode. I gripped my chest to still my racing heart, gasping to decelerate my rapid heartbeat. "Foickin' 'ell Maggie! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" I grumbled, glaring at the vixen for a minute, though all she did was stand stock still like a fox-shaped statue, dead to the world. I snapped my fingers in front of her closed eyes. No Response. Dammit, she must have shut down during the night before she could get back to her charger platform. I thought as I gave the Vixen another glare. Obviously, I received no response.

I decided to ignore the inactive PersoCom for now and walked right into the kitchen, opening the fridge and taking out two eggs and a few rashers of bacon. Once I put the foodstuffs on the counter, I then took out a frying pan from the storage cupboard and slammed it on the stove like the Heavy did in Kitty0706's video. "Now all I need is a random skinny guy in baseball gear to pop out of nowhere and say 'Pancakes' so I can throw one of my boots at him." I muttered to myself with a slight laugh, before firing up the stove and heating up the pan. I then took out a chunk of butter, cut off a slice and slapped it onto the pan, a slight sizzle and a heavenly aroma drifting through the house.

Smiling slightly, I picked up the eggs, broke their shells and dropped the contents into the pan, tossing the shells into the waiting trashcan. After the eggs solidified, I dropped the bacon rashers into the pan and started cooking the meat, slowly waking up for real from the appetizing smell.

After I was done, I grabbed a plate with slice of bread with butter on it and dumped the bacon onto the bread, followed by the eggs. I put the fried meal aside and picked up the pan and held it under the sink, before opening the faucet.

However, instead of the gush of water I was expecting, a few mediocre drops dripped out, evaporating on the hot pan. "Wot!?" I blanched, blinking in shock. "I've already paid those utility bills! What's goin' on!?" Feeling a sense of unease, I moved to the door near the sink, still carrying the hot frying pan.

The moment I opened the Kitchen side door, I gained the shock of my life. Instead of a small concrete wall with houses just beyond it along with a miniature garden from my next-door neighbor and a large field to the right of my current location, all that was replaced with a large cliff right beside the house, along with a larger than normal amount of wilderness.

I stared for a bit; then pressed my left index finger to the hot frying pan. I regretted it a second later, yelping as I dropped the hot pan and stuffed the burnt finger into my mouth. The pain had showed me that this was definitely NOT a dream. My home wasn't in the Suburbs anymore.

I gulped, carefully picking up the still hot pan and making my way back into the house. I nervously glanced at the inactive robot still standing there, before backing up the staircase two steps at a time to the second floor, then whirling around and dashing my way into the study, slamming the door shut and breathing heavily as I pressed my back into the door and glanced around the Surf blue and teal room.

To me, my study was a sanctum of sorts, with a Windows 8 computer, a surround sound system, several devices such as an actual, fully functional Pip-boy MK IV and a Ray Gun Mk II that was only about half as functional (It couldn't even fry an egg if I shot the damn thing at pointblank), a 3D Printer and a few Chests labeled "For Apocalyptic scenarios" scattered around the room. This was where I wrote some of my troubles away and if I didn't have ideas, Watch a YouTube video, Play Warframe, Mechwarrior Online, Blacklight Retribution, Borderlands, TF2, or simply check out either Deviantart or Furaffinity for any good artwork. Right now though, I was too freaked out to write, watch or play anything. Even with a sizzling hot frying pan in my hands, I didn't feel safe.

Quick as a light, I reached under the desk and pulled out a heavily modified Hurricane TMP-18 from the concealed compartment. It was one of my five emergency hidden weapons stashed around my house, my most priced ones being my S&W Model 500 Revolver (Modified with the latest Mustang Revolver enhancements), a custom SturmGewehr-44 I'd obtained from the Black market, a prototype custom F-29 S.C.R. Spetsnaz rifle I'd affectionately named Urara and a Gewehr-43 semi-auto rifle, the TMP-18 I owned (which I'd affectionately named Sandy) having an attached suppressor, a laser sight and a Bullet Seeker system for... reasons that were my own to deal with. I swiftly made my way to the wall next to the door and throwing a right hook right into the wall, smashing a large hole in it to reveal a Fox Model B 12-gauge Break-open shotgun hidden behind it, along with regular and special ammunition. I grabbed it and loaded it with Dragon's Breath Buck, disengaging the safety once the gun clicked shut.

Now equipped with a loaded shotgun, I stuffed Sandy into my holster and swiftly dashed to the front door, barely avoiding a severe collision with Maggie as I did so. Once there, I unlocked the door and reached for the doorknob to open it.

However, just before I could even touch the doorknob, the head of a large Axe smashed into the thin wood on the other side, causing me to swear in shock and land on my rump, the somewhat warm frying pan hitting the floor with a loud 'Clang!' I quickly got up and threw open the remainder of my front door to reveal my home wreckers.

I barely had any time to react properly. The two creatures on the other side of the door let out a surprised squawk the moment they saw me, though I managed to get a good look at them; they were lizard-like and were a vivid green in colour. They wore strange yet crude body armor and I quickly noticed that the one on the right was wielding a battle axe, the one on the left wielding a large wooden club with metal spikes and brandishing an oddly familiar rectangular shield with a Celtic symbol on it. They were also about half a head taller than me and were highly muscular. They also looked somewhat familiar, but I was a bit too shocked to properly recognize them. That and they had snapped out of their shock and raised their weapons to attack. Seeing them brandish their weapons to strike snapped me out of my Shocked funk.

I quickly dodged the strike by diving to the side just as the axe-wielding lizard man brought his axe down, destroying the porch tiles in a single strike. I quickly pushed myself to my feet, though I ended up getting shield bashed by its companion, who'd suddenly launched himself at insane speeds right at me with his shield ablaze, the impact knocking the wind out of me and sending me tumbling right into to my front door. As I gasped in pain, I suddenly remembered that I still had my Shotgun clenched in my hand. I quickly brought up the weapon, aimed it at the Shield bearing Lizard man's face and fired both barrels at once.

The Model B belched out a long stream of fire and magnesium pellets from both barrels in a tremendous roar of firepower that just about killed my hearing and would have bruised my shoulder from the recoil if I didn't have Dermal plating, but it had the desired effect, with the flammable pellets igniting my scaly opponent's shield, though it also blew its head off and sent it's corpse tumbling in a morbidly amusing way similar to GTA V's ragdoll animation. The other Lizard man turned around to see its companion hit the ground with its neck cauterized. Not giving him the chance to recover, I dropped the Savage Fox, whipped out Sandy, charged at the Axe wielding Lizard man and emptied the entire seventy round clip into its chest, the 9mm bullets ripping apart the shocked tango just as the TMP clicked empty.

I lowered the pistol, feeling the adrenaline rush fade away as I did so and started feeling woozy. Thirty minutes ago, I was sleeping soundly for once, a typical day of somewhat boring hard work awaiting me. Now, I have two dead Lizard men on my front porch, a smoking shotgun on said porch and an empty Hurricane TMP-18 in my hand, along with a heavy migraine from both the loud gunshots and the fact that I was starving from not eating anything. I sighed heavily, picking up the Savage Fox as I took the chance to take a look at my surroundings. I'd parked the Vucari in the garage due to not wanting to attract attention. It was still there, along with the garage thankfully, but the road, spread out streetlamps and the gritty pavement were all gone, being replaced by grass, a few Palm trees and oddly shaped rocks. The place looked like it was in a small Hollow. A very familiar Hollow... Full of palm trees and Ferns with a yellow eyesore of a stone building next to my house... Wait a tick...

I glanced down at the mutilated bodies lying on the ground; turning the one that still had a head. Its face (now that it was too dead to cut me in half), with the hood, the armor and sand coloured skin were starting to look more and more familiar...

That's when I spotted the Symbol on its shield, somewhat resembling a Celtic Swastika and my eyes widened in both shock and horror.

"Sharpclaw?! What the flying fuck?!" I shouted as I recoiled in surprise, now having recognized the main antagonists of the game Star Fox Adventures. I backed away slowly, my empty shotgun and pistol still clenched in my trembling hands, as I stepped through the Threshold of my house, shocked to the core.

'What the Hell? Is this a Dream, or am I dead and this is some kind of sick purgatory by a higher deity?' I thought while hyperventilating at the same time. I quickly pulled myself together, figuring that if I panicked, I most likely would end up dead. I gritted my teeth, then punched myself hard on the cheek with my unaugmented hand, hoping to god that I'd awaken on the floor with Flutters having been forced to flip the bed to wake me up... Again.

...No such luck, I was still in the same location as before. Somehow, my home was now in Thorntail Hollow at sunrise, due to the fact that the sun was rising just over the ridge and that a large Thorntail that I'd previously thought was an oddly shaped rock, was currently staring at me and my house with a surprised look. "How the flying fuck did I miss something as Important as that…?" I thought as I rubbed my Aching cheek while the Thorntail slowly walked away from the scene to chew on a nearby fern that I was certain I'd sprayed fried Saurian brain matter all over with my shotgun. I grabbed the remainder of my door and slammed it shut, before locking it twice. Even though I knew that it wouldn't stop a Sharpclaw axe, I figured it'd be wise to at least know if they were about to enter before the Grid was active.

As soon as the door shut, I sprinted to my study, nearly slipping on the near-lukewarm Frying pan as I did, practically kicked the door down before digging through my rather small Vintage Game Collection before finding what I wanted to find. It was a videogame case, meant for the GameCube and one of three games for the GameCube that I have, the other being Metal Arms: Glitch in the System and Star Fox Assault. The Cover Art showed off the oh so famous Fox Mccloud in his usual outfit in the foreground, an ornate sapphire staff in his paws. By his side were Slippy Toad, Peppy Hare, and his Saurian companion, Prince Tricky.

Right behind him was the just as, if not more, famous/infamous Krystal… the Enigmatic Cerinian that ended up as Fox's fellow wingman and Love interest in the next game... Although he kind of blew it all in the game after that for believing she was too reckless to fly with him.

What an Idiot. And he seemed like a smart bloke, unlike me. I mean, I catch myself repeating words at the worst of times, I stink at Maths, I trip over my own two feet in front of girls if I wasn't accidentally starting a fight with them and then there's the whole explosive anger at being criticized for jobs as well as the lack of true appreciation at my works... I mean, really, there's putting effort into a comment, and then there's the flat "Good.", which translates to "Yeah yeah, nice work, go away." in my opinion... Then again, Nintendo was an even bigger idiot for making Krystal a Minor playable character, a stereotypical Love interest for Fox, and an even worst damsel in distress for most of the games she turned up in, which killed her popularity in Japanese fans and thus, her chances in future remakes of the Star Fox franchise, not to mention Starfox Command's Plot...

...Oh by the Great Forge, I'm rambling again, and twice now. Stupid mental Rant mindset...

Anyway, the Sharpclaw also appeared on the game cover as well, but they looked a whole lot more menacing face to face compared to their in-game counterparts. I grimaced, they scared the flying fuck out of me when I saw just two of them, and I was armed with both a 12-gauge shotgun and a fully modded TMP-18 at the time.

I stood up, a determined yet grim expression on my face. If I was going out there, I had to be prepared.

Whether I liked it, or not, I was going to war with the Sharpclaw, and rescuing Krystal from a really bad fate, though I hope I wasn't biting off more than I could chew...

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Also, I decided to rewrite the chapters I've currently done, since I found that I was kind of rushing the story a bit and not giving it much thought. As a result, I ended up with a story that I found Difficult to connect one chapter to another.

And for those who wonder what the Mangle looks like, well... think of Maggie the Magnificent by HTF-Sega and Kayla-Na's L.A. Noir-styled Mangle before she was… Well, Mangled, having been fused DBZ style via fusion dance.

EDIT 29/6/2015: Chapter 2 will be taking a while, due to one of the School Computers corrupting all my Thumbdrive's Data. My deepest Apologies to all my readers.

EDIT as of 19/01/2016: Rewritten again due to not giving a clearer picture of my character and at the same time, taking too much time trying to hide his Augmentations. I mean, I was pulling stuff out of my ass just to try and hide his augmentations and I couldn't think any much farther than, Krystal reveals he's an Aug, audience goes wild."

Also, here's a Description of the 80-T Vucari's appearance and its abilities:

The 80-T Vucari basically resembles a GAZ Vodnik fused with a TYM Security 80-X Boxguard with silver stripes rather than yellow. It has the compact legs that the Boxguard has to waltz around with in "Walker Mode" and the wheels from the regular Vodnik in Vehicle Mode, all while still retaining some space for troopers, a few weapons and the Driver. The fact that it has legs means that the 80-T Vucari can adapt to just about any terrain that most land vehicles (Regular Vodniks included) can't cross, while at the same time, having wheels to make a speedy getaway should it have to, or to help chase down a retreating target.

The 80-T Vucari is also has EMP shielding, being able to survive being hit by any anti-electronic weaponry that would destroy even a modified Boxguard. The Vucari is equipped with twin shock blasters and gas grenades launchers for non-lethal crowd control, while a nose mounted laser cannon, a top mounted Rail cannon (which can also be controlled by the driver as well as the passengers) are there should the need ever arise for lethal force. Due to its hybrid nature, the Vucari doesn't have the gas engine the Vodnik has. Instead, it utilizes the thermoelectric reactor that the Boxguards use to power a powerful electric engine when in vehicle mode. Its Russian name basically translates to Werewolf, foreshadowing its abilities as a transformable vehicle.