((Hello everyone! Welcome to Viktor and Lulus adventures! This story revolves around Viktor and lulu, who will be the main characters. I hope you enjoy their adventures and please remember to leave comments on what you think. Anything helps!))
"A wise man once said, to survive in this world, one needed to be balanced and steadfast. One must always be determined, determined enough to prevail, determined enough to push past the worlds boundaries and come out on top. That man is now dead. Where were his ideals when he needed them most? Where were his beliefs and his faith at the greatest moments in his life? The answer to that? They were never there. Remember, Noxians, that to truly survive and thrive in this world, you must be strong. Strength, above all else! STRENGTH, FOR NOXUS!" A roar of voices erupted like a volcano as the speech came to a close, cheers mixed with joyous cries as their grand general walked off the stage. "Another beautifully executed speech milord. The carriage is waiting for you just outside." Swain nodded to his assistant, limping away from the stage and towards an awaiting carriage, whose horses seemed uneasy in the poorer districts of Noxus. " general!"
Both Swain and his assistant turned to regard the voice that had spoken, eyes falling upon a dirty young boy, with ragged clothes and dirt caked skin. In the boys hands were a meager 3 coins, dirty and most likely all the boy had. Even so, the young boy took tentative steps forward, blushing as he shyly offered the coins up to Noxus most powerful leader. "S-strength! F-for Noxus!" The boy said, glancing away from the two men. Swain eyed the boy and then the coins. Reaching out with one hand, Swain plucked the coins from the dirty hands of the boy, turning them over in his own, examining them. "What is your name, child?" Caught off guard by the question, the dirty boy stuttered out his name. "My n-name is Julian, sir."
"Tell me, Julian, are these three, meager coins all you have?" A shy nod was swains only response. "You have done Noxus a great service by giving these to me. They in themselves may be small, but as Demacia falls, and as our riches grow, these coins will be shining among the many treasures we have. Run along, Julian, back to your family or wherever you came from. In time, you will join the army, where you will strive. I will not forget this act any time soon." Julian seemed to overflow with joy, nodding his head rapidly before saluting and running off, squealing happily. "Come, Caldwell, we have many things to do. Do not dilly dally." Caldwell nodded, following after Swain, surprised by his actions. As they both entered the carriage, Caldwell could not help but eye Swain curiously, silently asking him a dozen questions. Swain was not oblivious to this, and behind his bandana, it was clear he frowned. "Of course I was lying. 3 meager coins? Useless." Swain growled, tossing the coins out the window, onto the cold pavement, where the poor would most likely kill each other for it.
Caldwell chuckled lightly, nodding his head. "Of course. Forgive me for thinking otherwise." Swain grunted, clearly moving on from the topic. "Earlier you said something about executions. How are they going? I have reason to believe a group of Demacians were captured and brought here, thrown into the pits correct? If I remember correctly, I ordered for them to be executed. Urgot was growing tired of the same old, rebellious peasants." Caldwell tensed at this, shifting uneasily in his seat. "Well...I know you ordered for them to be executed, however, the group of Demacians consisted of 3 women and 3 men. I thought it to be best if they were thrown into the pits, so they the other prisoners could enjoy themselves. What's worse then to be used up by hundreds of restless prisoners, with nothing to release them? Forgive me for disobeying your orders, I simply thought you would be more pleased knowing they were...in safe hands."
Swain did not reply for a long while, only the sound of the carriage rattling its steady way to the grand palace reaching Caldwell's ears. "You are a smart man, Caldwell...a very smart man. As a smart man I would advise you leave such decisions to me and me alone. I will not throw you into the pits with the Demacians this time, as you are a asset I do not hope to lose. Make another mistake like this again, however, and I'm sure the pits will greet you with open arms." Caldwell nodded, mouth suddenly dry as the threat hung in the air. Swain was a tactical mastermind, someone who knew how to get from point A to point B in the swiftest, most reliable way possible, even if that meant tearing apart the whole of Rune-terra and throwing child after child into the pits of hell. One lousy assistant being disposed of was not a big loss, or any loss for that matter. Speaking of losses, Swain was growing tired of the losses of his army. Battle after battle, it seemed like the Noxians lost more than they gained. It was a nuisance, a problem needing to be dealt with. A problem a newfound acquaintance promised Swain he could fix. Swain did not like promises, he liked to see progress. Empty words would not help end the war between two kingdoms, nor would it make the land fertile enough for farming.
Looking out the small glass window, Caldwell saw the palace approaching. "We have arrived, sir. Would you like me to take you to him?" Swain's silence was answer enough. As soon as the carriage stopped moving, Caldwell opened the door, holding it open so Swain could exit easily. One hand atop his cane, the grand general extended his arm, allowing a raven to take perch upon it. The bird cawed happily, head swiveling rapidly in excitement, it's many eyes blinking I unison. "Ah, Beatrice, my lovely companion. Have you been keeping watch? How's our little friend doing thus far?" Beatrice cawed, making chirping and clicking sounds in response to swains questions, as if informing him of secret information, which she most likely was. "I see...hmm...so he is not useless after all. That is a good thing to note. Come then, Caldwell, let us meet with our newest friend."
Giving said man no time to react, Swain hurried away, Beatrice perched happily upon his shoulder. Caldwell was quick to follow, though as he neared Swains side, Beatrice turned and glared at the assistant. Caldwell glared back, though quickly turned his attention in front of him, so he wouldn't run into anything or anyone. Walking through carpeted, blood red halls, dotted with ornaments and paintings, the two men and bird began to ascend. Up stairs, through long, winding halls, passed countless rooms and finally pushing past a set of dark, oaken wood doors the pair went. Upon entering, Swain and Caldwell were greeted with the sound of talking.
"I see...in any case I offer my deepest condolences for your father. I promise you, I will help in your search as much as possible...though, are you sure you do not want to join the glorious revolu-" the robotic, German like voice was cut off by another voice, a woman's. "A tempting offer, but I'd rather keep my body the way it is. Thank you for your help in the search for my father, I'm very grateful." Swain quirked an eyebrow as he came upon the sight of Katarina, leaning back against the wall, a glass full of wine in one hand. Standing before her, covered from head to toe in a suit of metal, was none other than Viktor. Katarina took a sip of the wine, looking up and over the inventors shoulder, to Swain. Giving the grand general a smirk, she pushed herself off the wall, giving Viktor a pat on the shoulder. "It seems our conversation has come to an end. I expect to see your drones searching the lands. See you around, inventor." With those parting words, Katarina stalked past Viktor, Swain and Caldwell, with her glass of wine in hand. Viktor, on the other hand, set down the wine bottle, of course not after filling up his own glass and taking a sip of it. "Greetings, grand general. We finally meet face to face."
It was strange, seeing the Piltovian with one's own eyes. The body of a human, matched together with that of unstoppable technology...such a sight to behold! Even more so when a part of Viktors body would hiss or a gear would creak softly as it turned in place, before stopping. "Indeed...face to face..." Swain murmured, eyeing the bottle of wine that Viktor and Katarina had so carelessly drunk out of. Viktor, seemingly oblivious to the stare, raised his glass of wine to his face, where a small slit opened up, allowing the drink to disappear inside. "Forgive me for asking, but I thought you could not drink liquids? Does it not hurt your insides? Your mechanical parts?" Caldwell asked, bowing his head as he did so, so as to show he had no bad intentions when asking. Viktor looked at the man, considering his words before speaking. "It is a complicated process...the fact of the matter is I can extract the fermented acids in alcohol, turning it-" Swain raised his hand. "Forgive me for interrupting, however we have more pressing matters to attend to then listening to how you digest your food and drink. Tell me, Viktor, are you aware of how big the plans truly are? This is not just some magically empowered sword to swing around, no simple extra arm to add to our fighters. What you are to build is what could very well change the tides of battle, could end this war once and for all."
Viktor looked unimpressed, nodding his head curtly. "Swain, I am building an army and starting a revolution for the glory of mechanical engineering. I understand the grandness of this, and thus need no further prodding." Swain nodded and moved to take his seat, seated at a large desk reserved for the grand general. "Good. Now then, why don't you show me this fantastic weapon of yours? I'm curious to see how well it may aid Noxus, and more importantly, how it may aid me." Viktor chuckled softly, nodding his head. The robotic arm attached to Viktors shoulder moved, opening up and projecting a hologram, showing a device similar to the nexus, though without the large diamond in the middle. In place of the large diamond, was what appeared to be a large pyramid structure, with cables, buttons and plenty of things swain couldn't even name. "This, is the answer to your problems. This, grand general, is what will be the undoing of Demacia, and the uprising, for not only Noxian greatness, but for the great revolution!"
"Yes...well then, in any case, this machine looks very strange. I asked for a weapon, not a sculpture of Shurimas ancient artifacts. What does it do, exactly?"
Viktor chuckled, as if the question was absurd. "Why, it's very simple what it does. You see, with this machine...you...ummm...in all truthfulness, I do not yet know what this machine will do. I have built it up to be a cannon of sorts, to bombard the enemies. However, to power it, it needs a source of raw power...power you can give to me." Swain tensed at this, Viktor sensing it and raising a hand. "Now now, I don't mean taking power from you, I simply need a blood sample to inject into the machine to power it up. With your amount of power, it should be able to charge it hundreds if not thousands of times over, not only allowing it to fire continuously, but more powerful shots. Simply imagine it, the battlefield littered with dying Noxians, your army being ousted back...when suddenly, from the air, comes death. Hundreds of blasts of my beautiful machine rains down upon the enemy, crushing them instantly, wiping away the opposition. Of course, it wouldn't be so successful if it wiped away your own army as well, so I have come up with a prototype of a standard force shield, to protect from the blasts and to leave your soldiers unharmed."
Swain, while he seemed interested, also seemed very unhappy with the news he was just given. "I wanted you to build me a machine of war...a machine, a mechanism that would turn the tides of battle, Viktor. In the siege of Ionia, we used machines such as these to bombard the Ionians with chemicals. I expected something much more grand Yet you come to me, in my home, and tell me that to power this...'weapon', I am to give pints, quarters maybe even a few gallons of blood? All go simply start it up? And what if the blood is not enough? Perhaps the machine turns on, but then what? Suddenly, it explodes, what am I to do then? Perhaps it starts up only to target my own army instead of the enemies...this is very unsatisfying news, Viktor. I expected better from you."
The robotic man took in all these words silently, not reacting to them, though clearly just as unhappy with the report. If the man could frown, he most likely would have. Thankfully, swain could frown for the both of them. With a flick of his fingers, the robotic arm zapped the desk in half, Viktor easily kicked it away, as he strode up to the grand general and glaring down at him. "You expected better? I expected better as well, when I first heard of the grand general. I expected to come upon a man to be feared, a man who stood tall with power and towered over his enemies. I expected a man I could humble myself too and join together with. Instead, I come here and find a cripple, whose only power is a few bird tricks. Yet you wonder why it is you have not won the war." Caldwell's head nearly exploded, shocked someone would ever speak to the grand general in that way. How could someone ever say such words to Viktor, the mad scientists who was known for not only being ruthless, but also his powerful creations and some even say the powerful magics he wielded. And to swain? How was it possible to look that man in the eyes and even speak? Swain, the cold blooded, no-pain-felt, killer Mage that had single-handedly grabbed Noxus from its steady decline and brought it back up to a steady rise in greatness.
Caldwell watched the two titans stare one another down, a battle of will zapping between the two men. It was a sight to see, one that Caldwell would not soon forget. "I see...perhaps we both have bad judgement...perhaps we are two opposing forces clashing together. In the end, I care little for what we are. I will expect a more complete presentation when I call for you once more, Viktor. You are dismissed." With those finishing words, the mechanical man gave a stiff bow, before turning on his heels and disappearing, leaving a very frightened Caldwell and a very disappointed Swain behind.
Viktor cursed the grand general, Noxus and everyone in it as he stormed past the many guards lining the hallways, most of whom reeked of alcohol, sweat, and other unsavory things. "Take me to Bandle city...there is a rat awaiting me there, and I wouldn't want to be late." Viktor ordered, hopping into the awaiting carriage, whose servants hesitated. "B-but swain has ordered us to take you-" the mad scientist whirled on the servant girl. "I DON'T CARE WHAT SWAIN SAYS! TAKE ME TO BANDLE CITY OR SAY YOUR LAST WORDS!" No one else needed further prompting, closing the carriage doors and preparing for the trip. In a few, short minutes, the carriage and its deadly rider found themselves on the path to Bandle city, where a certain Yordle awaited.
"Such pitiful creatures..." Viktor hissed unhappily, stepping out of the carriage, whose horses stamped their feet unhappily, tired from the sudden speed they were forced to go at. "You are to wait here for me until I return. Be a good boy and get the horses water and such. If you leave or you are not awaiting me on the carriage when I return, I will find and kill you." Those final, loving words were ended with a quick turn, before Viktor was walking away, Yordles glaring in disbelief and fear at the metal man. Some made to speak to the man, only to be held back by his brethren, who knew it was better to not mess with the scientist.
Bandle city was a nice place...if you liked overcrowding, dozens of smells smacking you in the face, loud noises, the chatter of a thousand different voices and forcing your way through a sea of tiny Yordles, all making the road much harder to traverse. It wasn't that the roads were packed, simply fear when placing your foot down, you would step on one of the little buggers. Viktor, however, did not have that fear, and made it quite clear to the Yordles that he would crush them underfoot if they weren't quick enough to move out of his way. Batting one poor Yordle aside with his staff, Viktor forced his way to the side of the street, cutting through an alleyway, as he traversed the streets for a certain laboratory. It was quite easy to spot, in the distance, but actually getting there through the streets, was the challenge...which was made easy thanks to a few well placed lasers. "That's not nice!" A Yordle chirped, rubbing his singed, smoking butt. Apparently that was the wrong thing to say, as Viktor used his staff like a bat, sending the poor creature flying. "Would anyone else like to tell me what I can and cannot do? Would anyone else like to stop me? Hmm?" With no response but a few silent glares, Viktor continued on his way. If he could grin, he would be grinning from ear to ear. Even if the mad scientist could not grin, there was one Yordle whose smile was large enough for 4 people.
Kicking the door in, Ziggs dropped what he was holding, instinctively ducking for cover, as the device shrieked loudly before creating a small explosion, smoke rising from where it once was. "Aw...I worked so hard on that too..." The smile on Ziggs face betrayed the sorrow in his voice. "Viktor! The crazy, mechanical scientist of zaun who really needs to install some emotions, because wow! Your a cold man! Has anyone ever told you that you look good? You should get a girlfriend, try orianna. Have-" the machine gun of rambling words was stopped when Viktor grabbed the yordle by the throat with one hand and yanked him up, choking him. "You don't know when to shut up, do you?" Viktors response was a wheezing cough. Dropping the still smiling yordle, the metal man stepped over the tiny creature, examining the vast contraptions and items scattered around the laboratory. "It seems you've been busy since I left...building quite a few helpful items...all of which I'm sure explode in one way or another."
The grinning Yordle massaged his throat, white toothed grin shining in the daylight. "Indeed. Most of these lovely toys are built to go BOOM!" He stated giddily. It was strange and at times a bit intimidating how much the seemingly gentle yordle loved his explosions. "For example, this one over I like to call boom, and bigger boom. Why, you may ask? Well, when fired, it sends out a shotgun like blast, similar to graves buckshot. Following it, in a widespread radius, is another set of smaller explosions, that make killing things behind cover a whole lot easier! It also just makes killing things easier in general!" Ziggs excitedly pointed out said weapon, showing it off proudly, as if it was a great invention. "I see...well, in any case I have come to call in the debt you owe me."
Laughing manically, Ziggs clapped his hands excitedly. "Oh yes yes yes! This'll be a BLAST! What do you need? Some explosives? Some boom? Maybe you want me to install some emotions? Oh! I know! You want to try out Blitzcranks dating service, but your afraid of what others will think of you, and so-" once again, the tiny Yordle was yanked up by the scruff of his neck. "I need a power source, you disgusting worm. I need something powerful, something that will make my machine not only function but make it stronger!" Ziggs thought about this for a moment, seemingly not caring about the way he was being grabbed. "If you need a power source, I think I have just the thing for you...if you'd just put me down of course." Dropping the Yordle, Viktor motioned for him to hurry. Waddling over a to safe, hidden behind a few choice objects, the Yordle threw it open and pulled out...something beautiful. Viktor stared at the dazzling item before him, hands reaching out and gently taking it from Ziggs hands, into his own. In Viktors hands, with gentle flashes of electricity, was a reactor like none other. Pulsing in violet light, the reactor fizzled at Viktors touch, as though purring, happy to be in the mad scientists presence. "It's a little something I came up with not long ago. I was going to give it to Jayce, but the knuckleheads too busy fawning over Caitlyn to come here and take it. Nonetheless, seems like the perfect thing for your current situation."
Viktor was too busy examining the glorious object to notice Ziggs slow but steady progress to the door. "Of course, I didn't say it was gonna be free, now did I?" Ziggs slammed the door shut, before turning and running away, laughing maniacally, whilst pulling out a remote detonator. "BOMBS AWAY!" Ziggs yelled, pressing the only button on the remote. Instantaneously, the laboratory locked down, the door sealing shut, windows being boarded up by thick sheets of metal. The big boom Ziggs had been hoping for, sadly, did not go off.
"Aww..." Ziggs whined, slapping the detonator before pushing the button a few more times, unfortunately to no avail. "Oh well!" Curling into a ball, the Yordle laughed as he rolled away, a small explosion following him as one of his many bombs went off, sending him flying. Viktor, on the other hand, was not laughing. "DAMN YORDLE! CURSED, WRETCHED RAT!" The metal man howled. The once full of life generator had stopped working, apparently a fake, which shouldn't have come as a surprise. None the less, Viktor was not happy. "RELEASE ME FROM THIS CONFINEMENT, AND I WILL MAKE YOUR DEATH QUICK!" Slamming his staff against the door, the metal groaned in protest, but did not yield. Even Viktors powerful laser could not penetrate the solid metal, leaving only scorched marks, but no real damage. For a few moments, Viktor pounded away at the rooms walls, firing laser after laser, slamming his staff into weak spots of the walls and simply doing all he could to try and escape. Yet, the walls did not yield, no matter how much of a beating they took. He would've continued had a flash of brilliant purple light not stopped him.
"What the devil?" Viktor growled, turning around to come face to...face to face, with a small, smiling Yordle with a hat much too large for her and a floating...pixie? The small, black creature whizzed around the Yordle, before landing atop her shoulder and whispering something into her ear. "Really? Ok!" The yordle chirped, walking forward and tapping Viktor with her staff. "You look like you could use some help! Want me to help? Huh? Do ya? Do ya? Do ya?" The robotic man would've burnt the yordle to a crisp had he not been so interested in where she came from and why she was there with him. "I must escape this place, yes. I am trapped in the confines of-" without another word, he was zapped with magic, sent spiraling through a purple slide, only to end up on his ass in his lab. Groaning, Viktor stood up, rubbing his metallic behind, glaring at the purple yordle who had followed him. "You miserable little-"
"My names lulu, this here's my friend pix, and we can help you with your power problem! I got magic! Also, you're too serious! You should learn to smile more! Want something purple to eat?" Snapping her fingers, lulu summoned what looked like a purple hotdog, wolfing it down in one swift bite, before licking her fingers and looking back at a stunned and very confused Viktor. "In a matter of seconds you have completely turned my world upside down..." He grumbled, shaking his head. "You say you can help me power my machine...but at what cost?" Pix was quick to be at Lulus side, whispering who knows what into the small mages ear. Lulu nodded, smiling and giggling. "Good idea!" Turning to Viktor, she gave her answer. "Don't worry about the cost! We can talk business later! For now, let's get to work!"