Nothing inspires forgiveness quite like revenge."
Scott Adams
Chapter 7 Signs Of Chaos
The black armored figure stood amidst the shadows of a darkened room. The only light came from a shimmering image that hovered midair, portraying the battle between Cassius and this Alexander. He had worked hard to prevent the emergence of the dragon spirits from myth and legend, but the Space Marine's incompetence had been far more than he had accounted for.
A figure stood just behind and to his right now, a new pawn to aid him in his mission. A young man carrying a blade with a gun built into it. His coat flapped around him and his closely cut hair was a light brown.
"What should I do?" he asked the figure with a half bow, respectful and yet eager.
"Find out where the one they call Spike is, he would be a valuable asset in the coming war, but avoid the dragoon's for the time being, a power is awakening that should allow Cassius and his scouts to complete that part of the mission."
"As you wish," the man responded as he spun on his heel and left with a smirk spread across his face.
"And Seifer," the figure snapped, causing the man to come to a sudden stop, "Do not fail me in this; it will not go well for you if you do."
"My Lord, do not doubt me," the warrior responded calmly, "I will not fail."
As he left, another figure seemed to materialize out of the shadows, a man wearing a black cloak and robe, his face concealed by the shadows.
"You called?" he hissed slowly.
"Yes, join Cassius in his plans, you should provide the ability to overcome his incompetence, but beware the rising power, when it awakens it will make no distinction between any of those in it's path to the Dragoon's," the dark man whispered, "No go, the marine is planning his attack."
"As you wish, my master," the man responded as he faded back into the shadows.
Cassius prepared his troops to move, they had commandeered several vehicles and weapons in a shootout at the local military base. It had been two days since his humiliation at the hands of Alexander.
He would have his revenge, the marines slowly motored through the streets of Sunnydale, him on a motorcycle and the scouts spread through three hummers.
Then he spotted a group of jet black SUV's following as the convoy pulled into the parking lot.
"We have company," he hissed into the communications gear as he grabbed caught the bolter tossed to him by one of the Scouts, "Get into positions, safeties off these weapons."
A red haired scout smiled a particularly evil smile as he pulled a grenade launcher from the transport.
"Unit two, this is Unit one, they are in the lot, I repeat, bogies are in the lot."
"Roger that one, we're moving in, keep them contained, these HST's are a code black priority, though capture protocol is still in effect."
"Jesus F. Christ, what did they do that got them rated as that?"
"Energy weaponry, intelligence that outshines most of what we've been against, and more that even I don't know."
"Uh, boss, is that a grenade launcher?" a third voice interjected.
"Fuck it, everyone, scatter, take cover!"
"Two? Did I just hear grenade launcher?"
"That is confirmed one, the HST's are carrying heavy weapons."
Xander leaned back in the chair as John found a spot on the floor leaning against the bookshelf. The girl, who he had finally discovered was named Emma, seemed to be nervous and agitated about something but he wasn't quite sure what. The girl was broody, and the spirit, though it glowed in her hands, had not activated yet. Eve was patrolling the school as he and John came to help the others with the clean up after the Cassius' troopers had launched their raid.
The Scoobies were working at picking things up as Xander went to work with some of the things on what used to be an intact table, John just watched, feeling nervous in the place, both Eve's patrol and Emma's mood had him on edge. John was a fighter, and he was feeling restless.
A sound like a firecracker drew both Xander's and John's attention to the window, as Willow took a glance out from her position and then back at them.
"Um, Xander?" she stammered, "I think your friends have some friends of their own."
"Friends?" Xander said as he moved to look out the window, but John beat him to it.
"Seems like Cassius and friends have decided to have a little shoot out with a bunch of commando types," he said with a frown, "And I don't think that this is normal, even for this place."
"No, a gunfight isn't part of the everyday weird of Sunnyhell," Buffy interjected.
"We've got to stop that bastard before he kills everyone here," Xander said as he nodded at John and Emma.
John slipped his pistols free as Emma grabbed one of the weapons, a scythe, from the side room and they moved out, not noticing the pulsing glow the dragon spirits were putting out.
The monster began to move, hatred giving way to rage as it began to move towards the surface. The creature roared a primeval scream as it felt its enemies gathering at the surface.
It felt the power, the rage, and the raw destructive force that it held at its disposal. The Virage was awakening.
The trios of dragoons were running down the halls at full tilt before coming sliding to a halt at a junction. A black cloaked figure stood in their path in a relaxed position. The figure was of an average height and build, but the pose meant business.
Suddenly, the cloak was released to the ground. The now revealed face was bald, yet covered in crimson and obsidian tattoos, and horns protruded in ring patterns from the center. It held a silver device in front of it and did something causing first one and then another yard long, glowing, crimson, energy blade to extend from the ends of the pipe like device.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me," Xander snapped as he and John transformed into their dragoon forms, followed by a sphere of darkness that expanded to fill the corridor as a glowing form of Emma transformed.
The Dark dragoon had been awakened, and that's when the shaking started.
Cassius smiled as the first of the SUV's detonated in a spectacular fireball. He opened fire into the second vehicle a second later with the scouts, bolter fire shredding it like tissue paper.
The other ones emptied almost instantaneously after that, mere seconds before another one was destroyed. The black clad soldiers dove for cover as weapons fire filled the parking lot.
Suddenly the ground buckled and shook as a beastial roar filled the air, forcing even him to dive for cover.
Suddenly a creature burst forth, a pale giant beast that seemed to belong to another age as it screamed in anger.
"What the hell?"
Scott Adams
Chapter 7 Signs Of Chaos
The black armored figure stood amidst the shadows of a darkened room. The only light came from a shimmering image that hovered midair, portraying the battle between Cassius and this Alexander. He had worked hard to prevent the emergence of the dragon spirits from myth and legend, but the Space Marine's incompetence had been far more than he had accounted for.
A figure stood just behind and to his right now, a new pawn to aid him in his mission. A young man carrying a blade with a gun built into it. His coat flapped around him and his closely cut hair was a light brown.
"What should I do?" he asked the figure with a half bow, respectful and yet eager.
"Find out where the one they call Spike is, he would be a valuable asset in the coming war, but avoid the dragoon's for the time being, a power is awakening that should allow Cassius and his scouts to complete that part of the mission."
"As you wish," the man responded as he spun on his heel and left with a smirk spread across his face.
"And Seifer," the figure snapped, causing the man to come to a sudden stop, "Do not fail me in this; it will not go well for you if you do."
"My Lord, do not doubt me," the warrior responded calmly, "I will not fail."
As he left, another figure seemed to materialize out of the shadows, a man wearing a black cloak and robe, his face concealed by the shadows.
"You called?" he hissed slowly.
"Yes, join Cassius in his plans, you should provide the ability to overcome his incompetence, but beware the rising power, when it awakens it will make no distinction between any of those in it's path to the Dragoon's," the dark man whispered, "No go, the marine is planning his attack."
"As you wish, my master," the man responded as he faded back into the shadows.
Cassius prepared his troops to move, they had commandeered several vehicles and weapons in a shootout at the local military base. It had been two days since his humiliation at the hands of Alexander.
He would have his revenge, the marines slowly motored through the streets of Sunnydale, him on a motorcycle and the scouts spread through three hummers.
Then he spotted a group of jet black SUV's following as the convoy pulled into the parking lot.
"We have company," he hissed into the communications gear as he grabbed caught the bolter tossed to him by one of the Scouts, "Get into positions, safeties off these weapons."
A red haired scout smiled a particularly evil smile as he pulled a grenade launcher from the transport.
"Unit two, this is Unit one, they are in the lot, I repeat, bogies are in the lot."
"Roger that one, we're moving in, keep them contained, these HST's are a code black priority, though capture protocol is still in effect."
"Jesus F. Christ, what did they do that got them rated as that?"
"Energy weaponry, intelligence that outshines most of what we've been against, and more that even I don't know."
"Uh, boss, is that a grenade launcher?" a third voice interjected.
"Fuck it, everyone, scatter, take cover!"
"Two? Did I just hear grenade launcher?"
"That is confirmed one, the HST's are carrying heavy weapons."
Xander leaned back in the chair as John found a spot on the floor leaning against the bookshelf. The girl, who he had finally discovered was named Emma, seemed to be nervous and agitated about something but he wasn't quite sure what. The girl was broody, and the spirit, though it glowed in her hands, had not activated yet. Eve was patrolling the school as he and John came to help the others with the clean up after the Cassius' troopers had launched their raid.
The Scoobies were working at picking things up as Xander went to work with some of the things on what used to be an intact table, John just watched, feeling nervous in the place, both Eve's patrol and Emma's mood had him on edge. John was a fighter, and he was feeling restless.
A sound like a firecracker drew both Xander's and John's attention to the window, as Willow took a glance out from her position and then back at them.
"Um, Xander?" she stammered, "I think your friends have some friends of their own."
"Friends?" Xander said as he moved to look out the window, but John beat him to it.
"Seems like Cassius and friends have decided to have a little shoot out with a bunch of commando types," he said with a frown, "And I don't think that this is normal, even for this place."
"No, a gunfight isn't part of the everyday weird of Sunnyhell," Buffy interjected.
"We've got to stop that bastard before he kills everyone here," Xander said as he nodded at John and Emma.
John slipped his pistols free as Emma grabbed one of the weapons, a scythe, from the side room and they moved out, not noticing the pulsing glow the dragon spirits were putting out.
The monster began to move, hatred giving way to rage as it began to move towards the surface. The creature roared a primeval scream as it felt its enemies gathering at the surface.
It felt the power, the rage, and the raw destructive force that it held at its disposal. The Virage was awakening.
The trios of dragoons were running down the halls at full tilt before coming sliding to a halt at a junction. A black cloaked figure stood in their path in a relaxed position. The figure was of an average height and build, but the pose meant business.
Suddenly, the cloak was released to the ground. The now revealed face was bald, yet covered in crimson and obsidian tattoos, and horns protruded in ring patterns from the center. It held a silver device in front of it and did something causing first one and then another yard long, glowing, crimson, energy blade to extend from the ends of the pipe like device.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me," Xander snapped as he and John transformed into their dragoon forms, followed by a sphere of darkness that expanded to fill the corridor as a glowing form of Emma transformed.
The Dark dragoon had been awakened, and that's when the shaking started.
Cassius smiled as the first of the SUV's detonated in a spectacular fireball. He opened fire into the second vehicle a second later with the scouts, bolter fire shredding it like tissue paper.
The other ones emptied almost instantaneously after that, mere seconds before another one was destroyed. The black clad soldiers dove for cover as weapons fire filled the parking lot.
Suddenly the ground buckled and shook as a beastial roar filled the air, forcing even him to dive for cover.
Suddenly a creature burst forth, a pale giant beast that seemed to belong to another age as it screamed in anger.
"What the hell?"