Well... sorry about the delay...
Meat Space...
Let's continue
-Chapter-3-
Realm of the What...?
[Galactic Centre]
Vlad shielded his eyes from the huge blast that occurred in front of him. The shock from the explosion sent him and Al reeling back for a few feet. As his lifted his hands for a clearer view he was shocked.
At the place where the explosion took place there was nothing except a small crater that had blown a hole all through the lower level, there was no trace left at all of both the Alien life form or of Frank and that was what shocked him.
He quickly moved forward and then searched the place for any sort of fragments that might give a hint of what had happened. He specifically searched for pieces of the tech that Frank was equipped with.
Their equipments were especially made from high grade materials and enchantments and runes placed on them made sure that the troops were safe.
Suddenly the Shadown Marshall, their CO's voice came on the radio.
[All Units, additional reinforcements have arrived from the Company. All Mech operators are to immediately deploy their Mechs and Initiate the Attack!]
[All Mobile units to immediately Gear up for battle and get ready to board the Enemy ships. We're going all out!]
"Sir we have to move now!" Al looked at Vlad who was sitting on the floor drawing a strange pattern on the floor with blood. Al gasped as he recognized that Vlad had made a cut on his hand and was using his blood as an ingredient in making the magic circuit. As the circuit was completed, the pattern glowed and shone with a bright crimson light. Vlad then reached into his bag and took out a strange stone which he placed in the middle of the circuit. Then he started muttering words in some strange syllable, Al recognized some of them and realised that it was some sort of tracking spell.
After a minute Vlad stopped and then looked down at the stone. The circuit stopped glowing, and he picked up the stone and inspected it.
Al couldn't see his expression because of the Face-Mask that Vlad wore and looked on nervously. Then Vlad silently pocked the stone and kicked the Magic circuit destroying it, he then signalled Al to follow.
"I didn't sense his soul, that bastard is probably alive somewhere," As if sensing Al's curiosity Vlad opened his mouth to explain
Al nodded and they both rushed through the hallways which were now littered with charred remains of the previous inhabitants of the place.
As they got to the entrance, there was no one there, the Armoured vehicle is nowhere to be seen.
"I guess they have already gone..." Vlad muttered and then walked out of the building.
What they saw next was something that they were not expecting. Coming from the south direction, 20 spaceships, with one being the size of three football stadiums were rapidly converging in the direction of the facility that they were currently in. Surrounding the spaceships were several small crafts that moved faster, like aircrafts surrounding an Aircraft carrier.
"Ok...looks like we're screwed...?" Al muttered as he watched the advancing fleet. He looked over at his superior who shook his head.
"Just watch." Vlad said and started moving towards the jeep that was still lying in front of the building entrance. Al looked at his CO and then at the fleet, was he thinking of outrunning spaceships with a Jeep...? Was he mad...?
Ignoring the stare he received Vlad jumped in the jeep and gunned the engine, "Let's go,"
"But Sir-" Al was suddenly interrupted when a explosion shook the area, he looked up and was shocked to see one of the spaceships had a huge hole in its hull and had black smoke oozing out from the hole. As he watched the spaceship slowed down and started to fall towards the ground. The surrounding crafts surrounding the spaceships were appeared to freeze for a seconds before several of them exploded simultaneously.
The remaining crafts then scattered in all directions, it was then that several human type figures appeared out of seemingly nowhere and pursued the smaller crafts. Several of these humanoid figures appeared to be wielding long barrelled guns which they used to target the crafts while the remaining ones had several melee weapons which they used to attack the larger Spaceships.
"Come on," Al focus was drawn out of the battle as he looked at Vlad who had reversed the jeep and was looking at him.
"Where are we gonna do...?" Al asked as he hurriedly jumped into the jeep.
"We're going to be Pirates!" Vlad said, a bit of delight in his voice that Al picked up but didn't understand.
It was ten minutes later that Al would finally understand what Vlad's statement meant.
[Tokyo]
There were two things that bothered Frank as he woke up...
The first was that he was not in the Alien facility.
The second was the fact that he woke up in a Trash...no literally.
As soon as he woke up he was greeted by the sight of several plastic bags that surrounded him. As he slowly got up he recognized that he was in an alley with several bags surrounding him. Above him was the night sky with the moon shining brightly.
Frank deduced two things immediately.
One, he was not on the Galactic Centre. That place didn't have any sort of large satellite visible from its surface.
And second...he needed a shower.
He looked at himself again, he was still dressed in the charcoal suit that he was wearing formerly. The once good suit was completely ruined by the strange fluid like substance that was smeared on it, courtesy of the Alien.
Suddenly a man stumbled into the alley; he wore a normal office suit and looked like an office worker. He looked around the alley his head swaying in a strange manner. His face was red and his eyes were clouded. He took another step before he stumbled and fell on the ground. He tried to pick himself up before he put his hand to his face and then suddenly vomited on the ground.
"Oi, Otonashi!" Another voice came from beyond the alley and another man wearing the same suit appeared. Seeing the man vomiting on the ground, a flash of disgust flashed across his face which was replaced by a amusement immediately afterwards.
"Why the hell did you drink so much if you can't hold your liquor...?" The man chuckled and then walked towards the man while also taking out his phone. He placed a call to someone while looking over the man who had stopped vomiting and now sat on the ground, looking uneasy.
The second man ended his call and then turned to the other person, "Don't worry, I've called a cab. He'll drop you home, Come on at least you should say bye to the boss. He treated us to dinner after all." Saying this, the man stooped down and supporting the man by the arm led him out of the alley.
After they two men had gone, the shadows in the alley began to move. The shadows slowly floated in a circle and formed a humanoid covered by dark shadows. The humanoid being stood up and the darkness that covered him dissipated, leaving behind the figure of a man in a Charcoal suit.
Frank shook his head to get rid of the headache that was coming and walked towards the vomit.
Just as Frank had detected the man, he instantly assimilated himself with the shadows. This may sound fancy, but to the operatives of Parabellum this was a required skill that was taught...no, jack hammered into them when they were chosen as operators. This Magic skill was also one of the favourite of the operatives when their mission required stealth or listening in on a conversation.
This skill was different from Camouflage on several aspects; the user's body would actually melt into the shadows without even leaving a trace so even if someone were to touch the place where an operator had hidden himself he would not find anything out of the ordinary.
The only bad thing about this skill was that you could only be rooted to one spot after using this skill otherwise you would be exposed. Hence another advance skill that allowed them mobility was used. Though the skill was disadvantageous on this aspect, the deployment timing of the spell was almost instantaneous making it his reflex choice.
Frank looked at the vomit a full minute. Ordinary people would have been repulsed by the smell alone, forget about seeing it vomit, however no such expression could been seen on his face. He had seen much worse things than this...the Alien's face was a direct proof of that. He almost broke out in laughter after remembering her face.
He could now predict a few more things.
He was among humans, the organic substance that was in front of him was proof of that...or at least some organisms that looked similar to humans.
Though the thought of being among his fellow species was good, there was another problem.
This was not his planet. He remembered the clothes and appearance of the two men. The appeared healthy and did not at look like they could take him on in combat...not to mention they spoke in a language that he figured was either Japanese or Korean...though from his small history as an Otaku he was pretty sure that it was Japanese.
The architecture too was impractical...from his point of view. He looked at the building next to him and sighed. This kind of building could never withstand a single hit from a normal shell...and that shell too was one of the weakest in their arsenal.
This style of Architecture was a sharp contrast to his home planet where every building was geared around defence. There was also the lack of any mechanized personal patrolling the airspace...
Speaking of personals...
He reached into his coat and took out a communicator. The device was the size of his palm and looked like a slab of dark coloured plastic with a button on the top. Frank pressed the button and the slab flipped open. On the inside was a small screen that lit up with the logo of Parabellum.
Frank rolled his eyes as the device took a full minute to fully boot up. The reason was this was the secondary or backup communicator that was issued to every operator. Frank's primary communicator was already knocked away when the Facehugger...or whatever it was attacked him.
The Logo disappeared and the screen appeared like an old school smartphone. Though some argued that this technology was outdated, the High Command refused because though outdated it was reliable.
Frank flipped through the application as touched one that looked like a globe. Immediately the application opened and...closed immediately with an error message.
Frank sighed...he expected this.
He pocked the device and then summed up his situation. He was on a Rescue mission for a missing diplomat when he was attacked by a mysterious bug and which blew up and then he found himself here. On a planet that looked similar to his home planet.
Just what in the name of all Oblivion was that bug? He wondered.
"It seems you are still confused," A voice spoke from behind and Frank jumped up in shock. He hadn't detected the presence of anyone around him and someone sneaking up on him meant only one thing.
Hostiles!
Though he was still plexed as to why the other party would reveal its presence, he shook his right hand and slid out a palm size handle from his sleeve. Then he swung around and took a defensive position.
The sight surprised him.
He was expecting a bunch of rough looking men armed with weapons, but the person standing in front of him was a Girl...well she looked like one.
That is if you could ignore the strange Musketeer like dress and Cavalry man's hat that she wore alongside the strange mental gauntlets that she had on her hands. And if that wasn't strange he found himself staring at the strange Swords that seemingly floated around the girl. The only reason that he could tell she was a girl...or looked like was from the huge mane of silver that seem to just rush out from her head like a river and reached her ankles.
He gripped the handle harder; his eyes became narrowed into slits and his posture made him look like a beast that was about to pounce on his prey.
"Welcome to the Realm of the Gods, Lt Frank Colt," She said and Frank's eyes became narrower as he silently glared at the girl. She knew his name...
Wait...realm of the...Gods...?'
"Realm of the gods...?" Frank repeated in a tone that was barely audible.
"Does that mean I am dead...?" He asked the girl who flashed a smile at his question. To normal person the smile may have looked like a normal smile of a high school age girl, but Frank shuddered at that. He had seen that smile before; it was the same one that the Shadow Marshal flashed when he used to hand him a mission that seemed more like a punishment than a Mission.
Instantly his guards increased against the girl.
"No, you are not dead." The girl said in amusement, "I simply used my power to transport you to this place,"
Frank stared at the girl in disbelief. Could it be that, this Girl could really have transported him here...?
"Why...?" Frank asked.
"That it because I am declaring war on the Creators! I will not stand by and allow them to do as they please. I shall not allow them to play with our lives as they will!" Her voice turned more fanatical and Frank silently cringed as he was reminded of the Fanatic Warriors that all sprouted the same nonsense.
"So what's that got to do with me...?" Frank interrupted her speech as he suddenly spoke. The girl didn't appear bothered as Frank had interrupted her instead she looked at him and then spoke.
"Have you ever wondered why all those events happened to you...why your home planet was invaded...?" Her question stumped Frank and he mentally prepared to attack. This girl knew too much.
"I have thought of that many times...but right now all I want to do is report back, and then go on a LONG VACATION!" As he lunged at the girl, his hand flipped the handle in a reverse grip and pressed a button on the back of the handle and instantly a blue colour blade appeared on top of the handle.
The distance between then was at least 10 meters but with one step, Frank had covered the distance and slashed at the girl. The girl was surprised but she simply smiled, the Sabres around her suddenly came to life as they flew and rotated around her creating a strange form of barrier.
Frank jumped back and eyed her, this was probably a breakdown in communication...well he initiated it and all but...
"It seems that you will not join my cause...? Then...shall I give you a demonstration of my power...?" Alarm bells began ringing in Frank's head as he heard those words. He had to immediately retreat and then think of another plan.
The girl reached out her left hand and instantly an RPD appeared in her hand and a sabre in her right, She positioned the RPD on her shoulder and then placed the sabre over it, the action looked like the two objects would transform into a Violin and she would start playing some classic music.
Frank on the other hand was rapidly preparing a teleport spell when she spoke again.
"This is the power of my Holopsicon, I suggest that you burn it into every fibre of your being." She said and then as if playing a violin, swung the sabre. A visible shockwave was formed from her action which headed towards Frank whose spell was ready. Instantly a small red circle formed around him which glowed brightly. Just as the shockwave hit the circle, Frank disappeared from view and the circle shattered.
The Girl looked at the spot where he stood and then let out a laugh.
"The First player has arrived in the field,"
[Several blocks away]
An elderly man was lying on the ground in a foetal position clutching a suitcase. Around him were several teenagers that had surrounded him like a pack of wolves. One of them kicked the man mercilessly.
"Oi old man, give it up. No-one is going to save you now." Saying this he reached into his pocket and then flicked open a knife.
"Wait...Aneki, man are you gonna kill him...?" One of the teenagers looked at his knife wielding friend and muttered nervously. The man raised his knife in his direction and glared at him.
"Obviously, this is the only way these people will know what happens when they don't pay the protection money. Now shut the fuck up or you'll be next." The man raised the knife and was about to bring it down when one of his yelled.
"Boss, someone is coming." He looked over his shoulder and saw a figure staggering towards them. He could not make out his features but he estimated that it was some drunk.
He looked away from the man lying on the ground and focused on the coming person. As the person can into the streetlight, he saw a man in a black suit coming towards them. He looked foreign but what was strange about him was that he looked heavily injured. He seemed to be bleeding not only from his nose but blood seemed to be coming out of his eyes as well.
"Tch, we need to take care of him as well" The man said and moved forwards with his knife. The man appeared to be drunk, taking care of him would be easy.
The newcomer as if sensing his intentions, looked at him and stood up straight, as the man approached him he took a deep breath and then without anyone realising what had happened bent and launched at kick directly at the man's face. It all happened in an instant and the cronies didn't even see what was happening. All they say what that the person standing straight before his foot was suddenly raised in the air and their boss flew back three meters crashing into the wall, spattering it with blood and brain matter.
The teenagers looked at the body which stayed stuck on the wall. No screams of terror, came from their mouth as they were too shocked to even react to anything.
The newcomer put his foot down and picked up the knife dropped by the dead man. He studied it for a second before he looked at the remaining teenagers.
Though the elderly man had closed his eyes he could hear everything around him. That is why as he waited for death he was surprised when he heard screams. He slowly opened his eyes and his eyes fell on the butchery occurring in front of him.
A man in a black suit was attacking the teenagers that had surrounded him. Whichever person he moved towards would instantly have a narrow red line appear on his neck, seconds before a spray of blood erupted from his neck and the unfortunate person died on the spot.
It was like a tiger had jumped into a pack of sheep. The teenagers didn't even have a chance to beg for mercy before they were killed. The man was brutal an unforgiving...just like a Death God.
"Shinigami..." The man muttered.
As if hearing his voice the man turned towards him. The elderly realized that there were no screams coming anymore and found that he was the only other person left alive. All the others had been killed in an instant.
The man slowly walked towards the elderly when he suddenly appeared to freeze in his tracks. The man then started to shake violently as if he was having a fit and then spat out a mouthful of blood. The old man watched as the person collapsed on the ground while clutching his chest leaving the old man alone on the street full of corpses.
Well I though I'll draw it out a bit longer...but then I felt my language was getting a bit bad.
Hope you guys can point out any flaws in any statements or anything.
Thank you Bravo Tango, otherwise I was wondering if a ship was possible between my OC and Altair...and that actually let to me changing his character...a tad.
Well can't think of anything at the moment...ah, Altair said that he's the first player. That means that she has summoned him first...get it...?
Thanks for reading!
Cheers Mates!
