AUTHOR'S NOTES:
This is NOT meant to be 100% canon. I've never played Episode II, I've never played any of the online or downloadable quests, this is just something I'm writing for my HUnewearl, my HUmar, and Ash. So there.
This was originally in first person, but I lost it for a few months, during which time I experimented and discovered that first person is really not my style. It was supposed to be a story about Jackie, the HUnewearl I was running at the time, but she got retired yonkers ago. Instead it's about Noel (yes she's a girl) and includes Mazouku (called that for a reason).
This takes place about a week after beating the living jebeeziz out of Kireek. And believe me, that's no overstatement. Dark Falz is still there, nasty boy that he is.
***
"Hounds of Hell" Part 1.
"Here's your meseta!" the Guild Girl said happily, handing Noel a 1,000 meseta piece. She then returned to her conversation with the Quest Display technician. Noel wrinkled her nose with disgust, and left.
The money wasn't coming in as quickly nowadays. Ever since she had broken the seal on the Ruins, the people of the Pioneer 2 had started to realize that there was something truly terrible on Ragol, and the quests had all but dried up. If not for Doctor Montague's weapon development project and the Council, she'd have been completely out of work.
Luckily, Noel had the kind of personality which predicted this kind of situation, and had almost one million meseta set aside in the Cloak Room, and enough weapons of varying strengths that she'd always be able to trade with the younger hunters. Noel's defining characteristics, according to her friend Mazouku, were her ability to plan ahead, and her calmness in combat.
She sighed. Mazouku had vanished a few days ago. She knew that he'd be back eventually, but in the meantime her life would be boring. Noel admitted that her entire life would have been one big yawn if not for Mazouku's insistence that she join the Hunter's Guild.
Noel could be called pretty, if you looked at her in the right way. She had jaw-length bronze hair, large green eyes and a slender body. She dressed in the brown variation of the HUnewearl armour, and wore a large grey greatcoat when off-duty - the HUnewearl armour was cold!
She made her way along the Promenade, aiming to deposit half of the Meseta into her Check Room, saving the rest to buy food for the next few days. Her sensible thoughts were shattered by a scream, coming from the Check Room.
Her instincts took over, and she charged through the hoards of suddenly frozen shoppers, elbowing aside those who wouldn't move. She moved quickly, as her Newman genetics had been designed to, and it wasn't long before she could see the cause of the trouble.
"Good grief," she said, looking at the carnage which surrounded the Check Room. Several people were lying there, most of them dead beyond any hopes of revival. The Check Room Girl was groaning, the wound in her chest not immediately fatal, although it would be if it was left untreated any longer.
"?????," she said, the powerful - Level 12 - healing spell rapidly closing the wound and stabilizing the woman's vitals. She'd lost a lot of blood, but now she had a good chance of pulling through. "What happened?"
"It was. an android." the woman gasped, obviously not realizing that she'd been healed. It happened sometimes. "Big, black. literally tore them apart."
Noel paled. To do something like that, the android would have had a serious program corruption. Unless they were like Kireek. she shook her head. That was a memory she didn't want to visit. The Black Hound was dead, and she and Ash were still alive. Lucky for the young HUmar.
"Call the police!" she told one of the onlookers, who didn't move. "For god's sake, just go!"
She left the woman with a Guild Nurse, who had obviously heard the screams, and slowly entered the Check Room, her Cross Scar at the ready. The lights had all been smashed, leaving the place in darkness. However, her Newman ears would compensate for that.
There was a faint whirring of metal joints, and Noel pivoted just in time to block the swing, which would have decapitated her otherwise. She managed to lock whatever weapon the android was using, and hold him - or her, or even it - away from her throat. Their strength was overpowering her, however, and she knew that unless she was incredibly lucky, chances were that she would die here.
"So sweet," a discordant voice-synthesizer growled, and she had to fight the instinct to shudder. "So sweet and strong!"
"Get away from me!" she yelled, wondering if she'd have time to cast a RaZonde in here. Probably not.
"Don't you want to play?" the android mocked, suddenly pushing much harder. Noel's knees began to buckle, and she silently started to make peace with her maker.
"Hold it!" someone yelled, and the pressure let up. Noel tumbled backwards, towards the door. She wanted away from that android. "We have you completely surrounded!"
So, that onlooker had gathered the wits to call the police. Just in time, too. Torches flashed into the darkness, blindingly bright. The android hissed, and before the torches could pinpoint it, it had leapt away into the darkness. Metal shrieked, and Noel guessed (correctly, too) that it had made an escape through the air ducts.
Police swarmed the room, presumably to gather any evidence they could find. Their commander helped Noel to her feet.
"Are you alright, miss?" he asked, and she nodded. "Lucky escape, it seems. It looks like some 'droid has an error in its matrix."
"Is the Check Room girl going to make it?" she asked. Those wounds had been terribly severe.
"According to the nurse, she was treated just in time. It's the shock which will keep her out of action, not the injuries." The commander shook his head. "Poor woman, barely even knows what hit her."
"Sir!" One of the policemen had a report. "Only one locker has been broken into, and the air vent has been damaged. We need to find HUnewearl Noel Chandler, and confirm what has been removed."
"You've found her," Noel said, her eyes narrowing. What could possibly be in her locker that an android would kill for?
She searched the contents - which took awhile, because she had a lot of weapons for when money was tight - and only one item was missing.
"It's a scythe," she told the commander. "Nick-named the 'Soul Eater'. Dark purple, same shade as bruises. I never used it, I have certain issues with the man who gave it to me, if you follow."
Something was slowly dawning upon her. Insane android, Soul Eater, it had even sounded the same as Kireek. Oh, no, it couldn't be! But it couldn't be anyone else, either.
"I need to go," she said, and she could tell that she even looked scared. The commander's face told her that.
She ran from the Check Room, heading towards the Hunter's Guild. She needed to find the only other person to survive Kireek's rather cruel intentions.
***
So, what do you think? Please R&R, and even if you don't there'll be more chapters up in the very near future, possibly even today. I love it when I get inspired.
For those who care: This new android sounds an awful lot like Cyril from Star Ocean: The Second Story. He is by far the most creepy person ever, so who better to base a facet of evil upon? LOL.
Love, hugs, and weapons of ultimate destruction for all!
Sinny
This is NOT meant to be 100% canon. I've never played Episode II, I've never played any of the online or downloadable quests, this is just something I'm writing for my HUnewearl, my HUmar, and Ash. So there.
This was originally in first person, but I lost it for a few months, during which time I experimented and discovered that first person is really not my style. It was supposed to be a story about Jackie, the HUnewearl I was running at the time, but she got retired yonkers ago. Instead it's about Noel (yes she's a girl) and includes Mazouku (called that for a reason).
This takes place about a week after beating the living jebeeziz out of Kireek. And believe me, that's no overstatement. Dark Falz is still there, nasty boy that he is.
***
"Hounds of Hell" Part 1.
"Here's your meseta!" the Guild Girl said happily, handing Noel a 1,000 meseta piece. She then returned to her conversation with the Quest Display technician. Noel wrinkled her nose with disgust, and left.
The money wasn't coming in as quickly nowadays. Ever since she had broken the seal on the Ruins, the people of the Pioneer 2 had started to realize that there was something truly terrible on Ragol, and the quests had all but dried up. If not for Doctor Montague's weapon development project and the Council, she'd have been completely out of work.
Luckily, Noel had the kind of personality which predicted this kind of situation, and had almost one million meseta set aside in the Cloak Room, and enough weapons of varying strengths that she'd always be able to trade with the younger hunters. Noel's defining characteristics, according to her friend Mazouku, were her ability to plan ahead, and her calmness in combat.
She sighed. Mazouku had vanished a few days ago. She knew that he'd be back eventually, but in the meantime her life would be boring. Noel admitted that her entire life would have been one big yawn if not for Mazouku's insistence that she join the Hunter's Guild.
Noel could be called pretty, if you looked at her in the right way. She had jaw-length bronze hair, large green eyes and a slender body. She dressed in the brown variation of the HUnewearl armour, and wore a large grey greatcoat when off-duty - the HUnewearl armour was cold!
She made her way along the Promenade, aiming to deposit half of the Meseta into her Check Room, saving the rest to buy food for the next few days. Her sensible thoughts were shattered by a scream, coming from the Check Room.
Her instincts took over, and she charged through the hoards of suddenly frozen shoppers, elbowing aside those who wouldn't move. She moved quickly, as her Newman genetics had been designed to, and it wasn't long before she could see the cause of the trouble.
"Good grief," she said, looking at the carnage which surrounded the Check Room. Several people were lying there, most of them dead beyond any hopes of revival. The Check Room Girl was groaning, the wound in her chest not immediately fatal, although it would be if it was left untreated any longer.
"?????," she said, the powerful - Level 12 - healing spell rapidly closing the wound and stabilizing the woman's vitals. She'd lost a lot of blood, but now she had a good chance of pulling through. "What happened?"
"It was. an android." the woman gasped, obviously not realizing that she'd been healed. It happened sometimes. "Big, black. literally tore them apart."
Noel paled. To do something like that, the android would have had a serious program corruption. Unless they were like Kireek. she shook her head. That was a memory she didn't want to visit. The Black Hound was dead, and she and Ash were still alive. Lucky for the young HUmar.
"Call the police!" she told one of the onlookers, who didn't move. "For god's sake, just go!"
She left the woman with a Guild Nurse, who had obviously heard the screams, and slowly entered the Check Room, her Cross Scar at the ready. The lights had all been smashed, leaving the place in darkness. However, her Newman ears would compensate for that.
There was a faint whirring of metal joints, and Noel pivoted just in time to block the swing, which would have decapitated her otherwise. She managed to lock whatever weapon the android was using, and hold him - or her, or even it - away from her throat. Their strength was overpowering her, however, and she knew that unless she was incredibly lucky, chances were that she would die here.
"So sweet," a discordant voice-synthesizer growled, and she had to fight the instinct to shudder. "So sweet and strong!"
"Get away from me!" she yelled, wondering if she'd have time to cast a RaZonde in here. Probably not.
"Don't you want to play?" the android mocked, suddenly pushing much harder. Noel's knees began to buckle, and she silently started to make peace with her maker.
"Hold it!" someone yelled, and the pressure let up. Noel tumbled backwards, towards the door. She wanted away from that android. "We have you completely surrounded!"
So, that onlooker had gathered the wits to call the police. Just in time, too. Torches flashed into the darkness, blindingly bright. The android hissed, and before the torches could pinpoint it, it had leapt away into the darkness. Metal shrieked, and Noel guessed (correctly, too) that it had made an escape through the air ducts.
Police swarmed the room, presumably to gather any evidence they could find. Their commander helped Noel to her feet.
"Are you alright, miss?" he asked, and she nodded. "Lucky escape, it seems. It looks like some 'droid has an error in its matrix."
"Is the Check Room girl going to make it?" she asked. Those wounds had been terribly severe.
"According to the nurse, she was treated just in time. It's the shock which will keep her out of action, not the injuries." The commander shook his head. "Poor woman, barely even knows what hit her."
"Sir!" One of the policemen had a report. "Only one locker has been broken into, and the air vent has been damaged. We need to find HUnewearl Noel Chandler, and confirm what has been removed."
"You've found her," Noel said, her eyes narrowing. What could possibly be in her locker that an android would kill for?
She searched the contents - which took awhile, because she had a lot of weapons for when money was tight - and only one item was missing.
"It's a scythe," she told the commander. "Nick-named the 'Soul Eater'. Dark purple, same shade as bruises. I never used it, I have certain issues with the man who gave it to me, if you follow."
Something was slowly dawning upon her. Insane android, Soul Eater, it had even sounded the same as Kireek. Oh, no, it couldn't be! But it couldn't be anyone else, either.
"I need to go," she said, and she could tell that she even looked scared. The commander's face told her that.
She ran from the Check Room, heading towards the Hunter's Guild. She needed to find the only other person to survive Kireek's rather cruel intentions.
***
So, what do you think? Please R&R, and even if you don't there'll be more chapters up in the very near future, possibly even today. I love it when I get inspired.
For those who care: This new android sounds an awful lot like Cyril from Star Ocean: The Second Story. He is by far the most creepy person ever, so who better to base a facet of evil upon? LOL.
Love, hugs, and weapons of ultimate destruction for all!
Sinny