I don't own Spyro or any other stuff not by me i.e. chainswords, gods of chaos and... well sofar very few stuff. All property goes to their respective owners. This would be kinda my idea of what war would be like between dragons and other forces in a futuristic setting. Ya kno not just the cute, harmless fantasy Spyro and friends fighting evil. Expect Warhammer 40,000 style and lots of gore.

Installation 04

Flair's Point Of View

I slotted the small, thumb-sized chip into the side of my helmet. "Hmmm, roomy" Kraya commented before settling into the depths of my head. The ground was fast-approaching as the VTOL set us down a couple of kliks away from Installation 04. The craft kicked up dirt and trash as it lifted off again, returning to base while Kraya explained our mission to me and my squad. "Okay, we need to go in there and take out the AA Rail Guns so that reinforcements can be dropped in by air. Intel reports the leader of the Red Hand, Bane is personally overseeing the operation. This is big. A very important target for the Red Hand. Also, satellite scans indicate they are really holed up in there. Its gonna be tough." "We'll be fine." I reply coldly. It was just another mission. In and out. Kill and don't be killed. Another day in the life of one of the GDC's most successful squads.

We started off at a run and came to a stop at the end of the boulevard opening into the main area. I crouched and looked around the corner to see a massive skyscraper towering above the rest of the city. About a mile high it was the pinnacle of research and technology on the planet. It stood straight up, like a oblong needle slicing into the sky. I whistled through my teeth in admiration. "Okay, on three. One, Two, Three, Go!" We charged straight for the blast door and without a sound I signaled to the door with both my Middle and Index fingers. "Door breach maneuver!" I bark out. The squad sprang into action as App placed a sequencer to blow out the lock while Mako and Cypher moved to cover positions. App placed the small, red object on the blast door's lock mechanism and moved away as me, Bower and Aurora prepared to file in and take down any enemy troops. It blew, the door opened, we filed in one by one. All this happened in seconds.

I brought my weapon to bear, meeting the surprised looks in the many guard's eyes. BAM! I fired and a bullet buried itself in the shoulder of a first merc, then another in his gut. A third in his hand and he was no longer a threat. I swiveled to take in the other guards raising their rifles but what good was a rifle without a brain? In the next few seconds the soldiers knew, as it was forcibly relocated onto the wall by means of a 9mm bullet. I strafed and opened up full-auto as the remaining enemies ducked for cover behind desks, photocopiers and the general office doodad. I primed a couple of disc charges, which I then tossed over their cover and with a grin, heard a resounding BOOM and a scream or two. "Fan out!" I ordered and my squad followed suit. "Could you possibly make any more noise?" Kraya said, irritated. I pick up a rocket launcher. "Huh, well I guess so." "You've grown too used to covert ops Kraya." I reply, grinning. "Let's split up. Find the six Rail Guns and take them out."

We all took a lift to the 162nd floor where the guns are located and I ordered, "Aurora, go West, Mako East, App will go South and Cypher Will take the one to the North. The other two are for me and Bower. We all meet back here after commencing disabling maneuvers. Any questions?" "'Disabling maneuvers' sir?" inquired App. Then Cypher spoke up. "Uhhh….Blow Stuff Up" "Oh, yeah… right." He replied sheepishly. I took the south west corridor and followed a seemingly endless trail of twists and turns down high-tech, sterile white passages when I noticed I was being followed. I don't know how I knew… it was just one of those feelings you get. To me it's kind of like a 6th sense. Up ahead, a dead end. Passages to both my left and my right. A millisecond to duck into either side and avoid being riddled by 12mm shots. The odds are not good.

I heard the clink of a finger on a trigger and then a hail of rounds came out of nowhere. I don't know how, but I just did. I dodged every one of them. My body instinctively jerked and ducked to avoid the oncoming rounds. In fact that's why they called me Neo. I could basically see the rounds coming at me and I dodged them with indragon speed and agility. And as it turns out Kraya was waiting for something like this. I heard a gasp from behind me and pulled out my .45, absentmindedly aimed straight behind me and fired. There was a cry of pain, I could see my bullet lodged in an invisible target and I could see my targets blood through him on the wall.

The air around the cloaker shimmered and there he appeared, grasping a wound in his gut to try and stop the bleeding. Breathing heavily, he tried to call for backup but I took the remote and crushed it in my bare hand. With a almost evil glint in my eye I loaded my pistol, lowered it to the captive's head and… I withdrew it. Was this really me? The rush of adrenaline ended. What was I doing? "Well, genius," spoke a little voice in my head, "you nearly killed our informant" Kraya. "Whadaya mean?" I say. "Well, your secondary objective is to eliminate Bane, the leader of the Red Hand operation and cloakers are very high in rank. He might know where he is and how well he is protected." "Wow, id better start telling HQ to stop making you AI this smart, it's giving squad leaders a bad name." I muse.

I pistol-whip him across the face. "Bane, where is he?" The cloaker sneers at me and stays silent. I grab him by the throat, slam him up against the wall and put my gun to his head. "Where…Is…Bane?" I say in his face. I could see the fear mounting. I busted open a window with my right elbow and leaned him out of it. I feign dropping him and ask him again. "It's a long way down. Bane or the sidewalk." The cloaker whimpers and says rapidly "He's on the top floor! Guarded by 6 of his best personal bodyguards! You'll never get to him!" I give a smile and knock him out cold onto the floor. "Well that wasn't so hard was it?" Kraya again. I take the left passage leading to the outer side of the building where the gun emplacement is most likely to be situated. There was another large blast door in front of me. "The AA Gun should be right through here Chief." Kraya said as I picked up two SMGs and replied "Let's do this!"

I planted a sequencer on the locking mechanism and took position by the door. It beeped rapidly then detonated, blowing the lock off and forcing it open and I dashed inside. In the blink of an eye I took in the scene. I was standing on a balcony overlooking a bottom floor where the cannon was. The cannon's controls were located on this floor connected by a thick wire to the gun. There were about eight hostiles in the room altogether, and one scientist operating the cannon at gunpoint. Time slowed, I could feel the adrenaline rushing through my body. My iris turned bleak white with pitch black cracks running through it to my pupil as I dived straight at the guards on the platform nearest the controls with guns blazing.

My vision was blurred and everything had a ghost effect. My target went jerking back at every shot that he took before finally slumping to the floor, the wall behind him splattered with blood. I rolled to a crouching position from my dive and the second merc who held the hostage at gunpoint was turning around to see what had happened. He didn't get the chance for he was blown off the balcony by a hail of bullets. More mercs were now coming up the stairs, painfully aware of my presence as I kicked the last of the balcony mercs to the ground and pumped his guts full of lead.

Sound was muffled and I don't really know if I had control of myself. It was almost like fighting in shellshock. I looked towards the approaching enemies but it was too late. They had already reached the landing and as I was bringing my weapons to bear, they opened fire. I threw myself back and sailed towards the wall as I gunned down every one of them. I back rolled from the move and came to a crouch again. I looked around seeing the soldier's dead bodies lay sprawled across the stairs, blood dripping from step to step. I felt myself over. The move did save my life but I did not come out unscathed. A high-caliber bullet tore its way into my armor and got me in the side.

I winced, trying to get the bullet out but to no avail. I started feeling better as a voice in my suit stated "Morphine Administered" followed by a small PSST and an acknowledging beep. I shook my head as my eyes returned to normal. 'My god there's something up with me.' I thought as I ran over to the scientist now cowering in a corner. "It's okay, you're safe now." I say as the white coat finally realizes that all the Red Hand are gone. "Now, how do I blow this thing up?" "Uhhh… see the metal grates down there?" I look down to see some grates blocking access to large wires. "Destroy the plasma coolant wires and the cannon should self-implode." I vault over the railing, tear off one of the grates and shove an explosive between the thick wires. I quickly rush up the stairs past dead bodies and pools of blood and yell "Get Down!"

What followed was a bright blue explosion of superheated plasma which then dissipated in the air. I took a peek at what used to be the cannon and now a smoking pile of twisted metal. I give a heavy sigh and activate my communications unit. "Squad, report!" "Cypher here, objective destroyed, with prejudice. App here, gun destroyed. Aurora reporting, success. Bower here, banged it up good. Mako here sir, now it's a smoking pile of scrap." "Good," I reply, "I think I know where Bane is. Meet me in the main lobby." Everything went as planned and we assembled in the lift area without much hassle as we proceeded to the top floor. I kicked open the door to the helipad and I saw Bane, a full, blood red dragon decorated with black tattoos and patterns all across his body with two golden horns, huge tattered wings and razor sharp spines along his back and a tan belly. He was holding something high above his head and it was glowing a sickly shade of crimson. Bane turned around to face us, grinned showing long fangs and said, "Kill them."

The dragons surrounding him glared in our direction and my teammates primed weapons. There were six, one for each of us to take, and that was just fine with me. I deployed my predator-like wristblades and lunged at one of them, aiming for the heart when he dodged right and barely evaded my fatal hit. He deployed wristblades similar to mine from his gauntlets and we circled each other waiting to strike. My eyes turned dead white again with cracks running through to my pupil as I made a subtle movement with my left hand and a ventilation shaft smashed into the hostile to the floor where he suddenly pulled out a quarterstaff and jumped up again. He came at me with a crushing strike to my skull but I easily blocked it with my right forearm gauntlet while using the other arm to slash him. He jumped back and rushed at me but I parried every move. Top left, bottom right, sweep to the legs, top, groin... I suddenly grabbed the other end of the staff and jabbed him with it in the chest sending him flying backwards.

I leaped at him, wristblades glinting in the sun to deliver a finishing stab to the heart. He screamed and blood spurted out and covered my armor. I waited for the struggling and the gasping and the writhing ceased. One more kill for the cause. My eyes turned back to normal. By this time my squadmates had finished off the other dragons too and were moving in around Bane. I closed the circle. In front and to the left and right of him, us. Behind him, air and a mile drop to oblivion. Now I could see clearly what the object was. It was a dragon egg. Not just any dragon egg either. It gave off a red aura and dark energy was coursing around the shell. I had absolutely no idea why it was so important at the time but this thing could eventually spell doom for the galaxy.

"Bane is mine." I say through clenched teeth. Bane's smile broadened. "You will not take The Prince I assure you." he replied. I deployed my wristblades once again and he pulled out a metal sword with dark energy arcing up and down its sides. The following battle was the most ferocious one I had ever experienced. I charged straight at him as he raised his sword. He took a swipe at me but I dodged it and lunged for the face. He easily moved out of the way and got up behind me, using my own momentum to make it easier to kick me down. I went sprawling across the floor and Bane came at me for a finishing strike but I rolled away at the last second. He cursed and I sprung to my feet ready to meet the next blow coming at me from my right.

I parried it but he kept coming. Faster and faster he swung his sword down at me to wear me out. I backed away breathing heavily and he grinned menacingly as he raised his sword screamed; "I CALL UPON THE POWER OF THE CHAOS GODS!" he then plunged his glowing sword down into the platform and a red crack ran along the concrete until it reached me. Tendrils of dark energy suddenly erupted from the ground and entangled me in agony. I was screaming. No less than crying out in pure pain and frustration at the top of my lungs. I was being fried. Currents of dark energy raced through me as my skeletal structure was grotesquely illuminated. Lifted off the ground by Banes pure hatred for me. Then it all stopped.

My body thudded to the ground and my suit was useless. I smelt my own charred flesh sizzling away beneath my armor. I stood up, ignoring the pain and the throbbing in my head. I was pissed off and you don't wanna mess with my when im pissed off. I turned around to face Bane and he said "Had enough, weakling?" "Oh no," I reply, "I'm just getting started!" I made a quick swipe and got at his chest. Surprised and infuriated at himself for letting his guard down he lunged at me but I strafed sideways and came at him from the left. He was surprised but easily blocked it and sideswiped at my midsection.

I backflipped away from the blow and pounced at him with both my wristblades aimed straight for his heart. Bane, looking slightly alarmed, pushed me off with his legs and got back to standing but I was already waiting for him. We narrowed our eyes and we took off across the platform at each other, simultaneously leaped in the air and met with a CLASH! We landed back down at opposite ends. My wristblades were useless and sizzling and his sword was lying in two pieces on the sidewalk a mile below. Luckily I specialize in Hand-To-Hand combat. I disengaged my armor and watched it fall to the floor with a clatter, now no more than dead weight, revealing a purple, tailless, spikeless, hornless, wingless BiDra commando.

Bane laughed mockingly seeing that I was a "Mere Grunt". Little did he know that I would be much, much more. He rushed at me, fists raised in a crushing blow to the chest but I easily dodged left and came up behind him with a kick to the neck which sent him skidding across the helipad. He growled at me and charged with open jaws and using my arms I pushed off his shoulders and landed behind him once more. I didn't have time to get a hit in as he turned to me and viciously swiped me away with one arm as I landed on my back and quickly jumped up again, ready to meet the next attack. What happened next was completely unexpected.

He muttered some strange words and the egg in his belt started glowing brighter than ever. He raised his right hand at me and a ball of blood red fire formed and shot straight at me. I was caught in the gut and sent flying over the other side of the roof. I landed with a thud and shakily got up, but he was already on top of me. He picked me up, winded me and delivered a devastating backbreaker, rendering me incapacitated. He looked like he was going to laugh his ass off next when he got up, over the limp, sprawled form of my body and said, "Well, looks like your champion has been defeated."

My squad was speechless, even App looked concerned. They just stood there in stunned silence until I picked myself up and, somehow, relocated every bone that Bane had put out of shape. Disgusted moans came from my team as every CRACK! signaled another bone being realigned. Bane finally noticed, and with shock clearly registering on his face, he slowly stepped away and stumbled back down on the floor. I shook myself down, tested limbs and joints for consistency then glared at Bane with a look that said 'Okay, you are SO dead!' I closed my eyes and when I opened them again my now bleak white iris was pierced by black cracks to the very core. I slowly walked across to him and with every step, Bane took two backwards. He knew something was up.

"I'm going to enjoy this!" I snarled at him as he fumbled for a communicator. "Get me a transport NOW! It's HIM! NOW! The Prince is ---- (choking sound) I grasped my hand around Banes throat, cutting off the air supply before lifting him high up and slamming him into the ground. He quickly got up again, limping for cover but there was none. "Come face me you son of a bitch!" I yell while still steadily walking, unfaltering, towards him. Oh yeah, now it was pure terror in his eyes. I grasp him in one hand, by his throat again and deliver a backhanded blow to the face. I then throw him in the air and deliver an uppercut to the torso and sent him flying and crashing headfirst on the ground near a rapidly rotating fan.

I tore the safety plating off the fan and struggled to push his head inside but he gave a good fight. "No! Please! Not like that!" he begged, noticing the rapidly spinning blades below him. I ignored his pleas for mercy and leaned in hard but he had other plans. He spread his wings, catching the updraft generated by the fan and soared in the air, righting himself and swooping down to take a kick at my head but I lunged at his legs unbalancing him and sending him tumbling through the air to impact the ground a meter or two away.

When he got up I gave a flying kick to his midsection sending him staggering back followed up by the rapid strikes to the chest. He tried running but I lifted both my arms and the concrete tore off the pad and formed a wall blocking off any hopes of escape. I came up with a running strike to the face and yelled, "SEE YOU IN HELL!" My claw came down but missed its mark and scratched one of his eyes out instead. He screamed in agony and frustration. Now a torn, scratched, beaten, left eyeless and very bloody Bane leaped at me and caught me off guard but he kept on running straight off the roof and leaped into thin air.

We watched him go over the edge. And we saw him come back up again, hanging onto the side of a gunship. "YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO ME!" Bane screamed then zoomed over us into the horizon. My eyes turn back to a dark shade of purple as I feel drowsy and fall to the floor. "Hey, you okay boss?" asks Bower. "Well, incase you haven't noticed, I got shot, beaten up, exhausted, electrocuted and torn apart so I'd say no." I reply warily. Aurora quickly walked over and got to work. "Lie down. Don't move." I go limp and she tries to pull out the bullet lodged in my side. She successfully got it out and I heaved a sigh of relief. Luckily it didn't shatter and give me lead poisoning. Cypher noticed this and said "Oh what a relief! Hey boss aren't you glad there's no chance of sterility?" The squad chuckles. I silence him with a growl and we radio HQ that our mission is complete.

We make our way back outside where VTOL's are dropping off troops and equipment. "I'll be taking my leave now" Kraya said. "Hand me over to that field marshal over there." I walked over to the commander and handed him the chip that popped out of the slit in the side of my head. He took off with Kraya and we received new orders. "Okay squad, we are to defend this place at all costs. We don't know where they will be coming from or how hard but--" The tank shell impacted three meters away cutting me off and knocking us back. "They're here! Red Hand heavy armor!" a soldier yelled before being blown away by a face full of buckshot.

The Red Hand were storming the facility with infantry, tanks and anything else they could throw at us. They charged from buildings and dropships screamed overhead, raining death and destruction on the panicked Coalition forces below. Smoke and dust filed the air as gunfire lit up the streets and explosions tore through the sky. All that was left was chaos. People were dying left and right, being mercilessly cut down and blown apart by the dark, murdering army of the Red Hand. Monsters whose only honor is atrocity.

My squad did the best they could to repel the invaders but there were just too many. Legions of bloodthirsty, armor-clad humanoids charged, screaming at the line of Coalition soldiers. I heard a person radio for heavy reinforcements as I saw the bastards breach the line. There were simply too many of them even for us to handle. I ran screaming at a tank, dodging fire and planted a charge on the hull. It started beeping faster and when it reached a certain pitch it exploded sending flaming chunks of metal everywhere. The fight raged on and on, it seemed the death would never stop.

A 8 foot tall, bipedal mincing machine called a ComBot burst out of a pile of corpses, grabbed a soldier by the head and sheared it off leaving the body to fall limp to the ground followed up by trampling a few more. I raced up behind it and jumped on its back, elbowed its optical sensor creating a hole then chucked a grenade inside watching it erupt in explosions and blow into flaming pieces. Whatever remained of the wreckage was compacted by another oncoming tank which felt like squishing a few good soldiers with its thick treads along its path of destruction. The gunner spotted me as I raced up to it, dodging fire. I dived right and shot the gunner square between the eyes. I then ran up to the barrel and swung up onto it, balancing myself I walked right along it and onto the turret where I flung open the hatch and saturated the occupants with 12mm rounds rendering the vehicle crewless.

I climbed inside and the sound of war subsided a bit. "Alright you sons of a bitches! Lets do this!" I then cry as I loaded the gun and take down a chopper, making it crash into the advancing enemy infantry. I whooped in delight seeing the soldiers burn. I pop out of the tank and yell a fierce battlecry bolstering morale. "GOGOGO!" I shout and a line of BiDras run screaming from one of the trenches around the perimeter. I watch, providing cover as they spray the enemy line with suppression fire followed by the shots of many other men across the battlefield. Rockets finally start being fired and scrapping the enemy tanks as I heave mine over my shoulder and acquire a lock on a Mech and let it loose, demolishing it within seconds. The tanks suddenly stop firing and a deafening roar could be heard. The pounding of many, many feet against the ground.

The brawl was on. Dozens of mercs armed with chainswords rushed at us between the tanks as we prepared for the fight. The sound was deafening as all the merc started to scream in battlerage. I grabbed the hilt and ignited my Energy Sword based off the old covenant design. I saw lights identical to the blades of Energy Swords being ignited amongst the BiDras as well, preparing to meet the mercs head on. I narrowed my eyes and counted off the seconds in my head before all hell would break loose again. Three... Two... One... Then I screamed "NOW!" and a mob of yelling, Plasblade armed BiDras rushed at the advancing mercs.

Swords held high, the two sides collided in a bloody, brutal, gory melee to the finish. Bloodcurdling screams echoed around the battlefield as soldier by soldier came up to the front and was eviscerated. I leaped into the fray, skillfully dodging strikes from chainswords and tazaxes. By the way Energy Swords do not cauterize the wound. I sliced a merc in half and, like liquid, smoothly proceeded to decapitate a second one. I spun sideways delivering a leap kick at a enemy and burying my blade in his heart. I winded a eighth merc in the stomach, got him in a kneeling position, placed my right leg on his left shoulder and decapitated him, kicking the lifeless body backwards into the dirt that was now completely soaked in blood and bodies from either side.

I sighed with relief as the last one was taken down. We still had quite a few men left and the Red Hand were retreating. Soaked in blood and sweat the Coalition had won the day and defended Installation 04. Everyone started cheering like crazy, throwing hands into the air and screaming in victory. I punched my bloodstained fist into the air. We had just won the bloodiest battle these soldiers had ever seen... Then I saw it. The black silhouette of death against the sky. A bomber. I yelled for them to get inside, to take cover, to anything that would save lives. They ran screaming for the building, to escape the imminent blast that would annihilate anyone left in the open. Many injured soldiers were still outside, tending to wounds and waiting to die. Not on my watch. No man was expendable.

I heaved the unable to walk over my shoulders and ran for the blast door and let the others take it from there. By this time the bomber had already deployed its payload of the single, high-yield seismic charge was racing to wards the ground below and the only ones left outside were me and a soldier crouching behind a piece of debris, trying to stop his leg bleeding. I ran as fast as my legs would carry me and lifted the BiDra off his legs and threw him through the blast doors a second before they snapped shut. This was it. The charge impacted six meters away and there was silence... followed by a blinding white light and I was forcefully thrown back against a solid wall, out cold.

Back on the Arrowhead

Commander Loke's Point of View

Kraya shut down the file displaying the recordings of Flair's unnatural abilities. "Dodging bullets, affecting objects... this is unbelievable! He is the chosen one indeed. Destined to be guardian. Put him down as possible new Scarecrow unit." "But sir," Kraya said, "Reports are flooding in that a charge was detonated at Installation 04 sir. And.. well Flair, in a heroic action to save his men... was Killed In Action." Oh god no... this cant be... "Get a med team down there on the double! Farscape them if you have to! He will not die on my hands!" "Sir, with all due respect, no one could've survived a direct hit from a seismic charge, I knew Flair was--" "NOW DAMNIT!" "Yessir!" I sighed and put my head in my hands. Just how am I going to break this to him if he does die? He's been through enough loss... and his vow... I just hope its not too late...