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-Location: Berk-
-Date: [REDACTED] August 21st-
-Time: 0529 ;0100 Before Sunrise (6:29 Am)-
-Alert Status: Nightmare Red-

This is the Isle of Berk. Located twelve days north of hopelessness, and few days from freezing to death. It's located solidly with on the Meridian of misery. Currently Berk is home of the Hairy Hooligan tribe along with one of best dragon fighting mechs within the archipelago. Much of what happens here is based around one thing, dragon killing. Why dragon killing you may ask, well, I'll tell you the reason. You see every so often, mainly around twice or more a week we get raided by dragons. By killing a dragon you gain a level of respect depending on what dragon you kill. The reason why they raid is to get into our storehouses, livestock fields, and barns in search of food. Why they take, no one bothered to ask. Most of what we can grow here is tough, the ones who eat it are even more so. All because of that viking stubbornness.

Ever since 259 years ago when our founders first sailed to this island, there have been dragon raids. And for all of those years, we have stood strong against the treat. But ever since 43 years ago was when we had to deal with a new and familiar threat, titanwing dragons. You see unlike the normal dragons, titanwings are in practically and mainly twice the size of the average sized dragon and therefore much more destructive. Due to the destructive powers of the titanwings that assisted first raid; was the introduction of the Dragon Mechs.

Then around 10 years ago, I was inducted as designer, constructor, and repair-women, not long after that I was inducted to the Head of several of our intelligence branches, due to my vast knowledge of the mechs and the dragons. Due to the fact I study the dragons with Fishlegs and design the mechs based off them. Fight fire with fire right? But like I said, welcome to Berk; in short Berk is a sturdy village that has been here for generations. But due to obvious reasons, every building is practically new.

"NIGHTMARE RED, I REPEAT, NIGHTMARE RED. MASSES OF DRAGONS HAVE BEEN DETECTED NEARING THE ISLAND.!"

Then the coms are overcomed by static as a fireball hits a radio tower and consequently knocking off several of the dishes.

"NEVER MIND THEY'RE HERE!"

"Hiccup! Say inside! They need me out there!" Dad yells before charging outside to take charge of the defense.

But I'm not exactly one to follow orders when I know I have to do something to help. Once I see that there is a decent amount of distance between his position and mine, I race down the stairs slipping my cloak on as i hit the landing. I open the front door of the house but couldn't hold it open long as a Nightmare saw me and quickly fired a long liquid stream of fire at the door. Decently ruining the door near no easy repair it. I quickly slam the door close to protect myself from getting roasted. Once I know it took off, I open what's left of the charred face of the door and I start running though Berk's streets.

Running through the streets of Berk isn't that bad surprisingly. On normal circumstances the streets are clear with homes or shops littering them every couple of meters or so, that's also including everyone going about their day. But on raiding events like now, boy, good luck getting through. You see whenever there is a raid for some oddball reason; everyone decides to cloud the streets, so now it become a wonderful time to be able to dodge and weave, just to get through the crowds. "outsid' 'gain lass, huh, well watch fo' ya father!"

Gee who would have thought to watch out for him. "What are you doin' outside?"

"Hiccup! What are ya, ge' 'nside lass!"

And now suddenly tackled by Hoark, fireballs flying over us as we fall over. "Arrrrrgh, Morning!" He then lifts me to my feet to then rejoin the crowds.

Just a couple more meters to the forge and, perfect-the man of the hour. I mentally complain as dad grabs the back of my cloak. "Hiccup! What. I told you too. What are you? Get inside!" He exclaims in anger and shock as he shoves me off towards the FORGE's forge.

He then proceeds to toss an empty weapons cart at a Gronckle… we still needed that cart. Before proceeding to yell into the coms to get several mechs on stand-by; just in case.

"Ah, glad ta see you made it here in one piece. Thought you've been carried off." Gobber comments as I open the weapon return windows.

"Very funny you meathead, they wouldn't know what to do with all "this"." I exclaim gesturing towards myself, then promptly proceeding towards my station with my apron on a nearby wall.

The so called "meathead" is Gobber. I have been under his supervision since I was little, basically he is the only one who tends to give me credit where no one else would. But although I get credit due to my position as head of several branches, most of what I do goes overlooked due to my state of "mechless'.

To cut things short, he's the father figure I rarely had in my life. "Well, they do need toothpicks don't they?" Gobber teases whist picking at his own teeth.

"Halena! Watch ya footing!"

"Ha ha very funny, wait, what?" Then it dawns on me, or in better terms trips me. Along on the trip down I see my foot snagging on something red, green, and metallic sounding… "Sharpshot!"

"OH. My deepest apologies mistress Haddock, in my defense, my motion sensors didn't detect your presence." Expressed the previously snoozing bot.

Sensors not detecting me? Lies."I built you a sleeping bay for a reason." Sighing I proceed to pick up the lazy terror unit.

"I'm just glad the twins didn't see that." Muttering under my breath as I place the dozing bot on a empty work table.

Suddenly the coms start blaring throughout the raid channel. "What do we got?" Requested the general.

"Nadders, Gronckles, some Terrible Terrors, two Zipplebacks, and Hoark claims to have seen a Nightmare."

"Any Night furys? Or Titan Wings?"

"No Night Furys and currently only a Titan Wing Terrible Terror."

"Excellent." The general responded with a hint of relief.

Then a ground shaking explosion erupted from the house several meters from the forge. "Fire!"

Suddenly as if on a scripted cue the fire brigade steps into action, dousing the flames, the brigade consists of Fishlegs Ingerman head of the draconic archives, my egocentric cousin and number one taunter Snotlout Jorgenson, the twins Tuffnut and Ruffnut Thorston whom everyone considers his minions and local nuances, and finally Ashton Hofferson… The village's best warrior along as my childhood crush since I was 5.

I Look around to make sure the coast is clear around my station preparing to make a run out of the side door, but a "well knowing" Gobber grabs me by the back of my cloak; again with the back of the stupid cloak. "Where do ya think ya goin?" A stern look on his face.

"Uh, to make a mark?' Shrugging ever so slightly.

"Oh, no your not." As he sets me down and escorts me towards my station.

"Aw, why not!"

"You've made plenty of marks during the raids, many of them, not good."

"But…" I complain as I slip into my apron.

"No buts, look, you choose not to use swing an ax, you choose not to use hold a hammer, you can't even properly throw one on these." Holding up a bola wrap upon saying "these", and as fate had decided to do so, someone passing by grabbed it and tossed it towards a nadder overhead, causing it to crash downwards.

"Ok… but "this" will properly throw it for me." As I rush over towards my bola launcher, and accidentally tapping it, thus somewhat setting it off. Knocking a viking at the weapon return window out, along with his helmet.

"Prime example right there if I do say so myself." Raising a brow while brushing his beard with his good hand.

"It's just a tad bit springy…" Setting the launcher back into its body. "Stupid springs. Traitors."

"Helena in short you need to stop. All. This… You know what I mean."

"You just gestured to ALL of me."

"YES. EXACTLY. Stop being all of you."

"Yeah, fine… I guess." Sulking back towards my station.

"Mistress Haddock, in full honesty you and I both know that Gobber means well. Although granted he isn't the best at giving advice. In that regard, I highly recommend heading his words, even though they aren't the best. Also cover your ears here in 30 seconds"

"What?"

Suddenly the battlefield goes near silent as a loud screeching noise starts becoming louder. Then the Night Fury siren goes off along with the coms.

"NIGHT FURY!"

"TAKE COVER!" *BOOM* Well there goes Big Bertha; Gobbers favorite rock cannon.

"GET TO THE LOWER DEFENSES, WE'LL TRY HITTING IT WITH THOSE!" Silence for a small bit.

"NIGHTMARE UNITS! TAKE TO THE AIR LURE, THAT DEMON INTO THE LIGHTS.

"HELENA! They need me out there!" Gobber calls as he rounds my stations corner.

Come on. You don't need to yell, my ears are still ringing and my head is spinning too.

"Stay put. Uh. There. Eh, you know what I mean. I'll be back." He then yells his battle cry while waving his hammer prosthetic in the air, charging out of the forge.

Perfect.

I run over towards my bola launcher and run out of the forge dodging the occasional viking standing outside.

"Hey! Get back here!"

"HELENA, WHAT. WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!"

"Sorry be back in a bit!" I exclaim as I run towards a cliff clearing of the houses overlooking the ocean.

Once there I open up my bola launcher, flip off my cloaks hood, and take aim looking towards the starlight sky for the Night Fury.

"Come on… give me something to shoot."

As I stare into the dark and star filled sky from the cliffside clearing. The shrieking of the night fury charging up a shot whilst it dives downwards towards a unmanned rock cannon, and releases its shot, destroying it instantly. And due to the explosion giving of some light; it gave away its position by swooping within the me to catch a slight glimpse of it, I fire my bola towards it.

After it fires I hear a roar that sounded along the lines of confused and shock, along with it, a black shape falling towards the forest. "I HIT IT, I ACTUALLY HIT IT, did anyone see that?"

"Who dares to attack the protector!"

"Who's there?" I ask. I turn towards the place where I heard the voice. An angry Monstrous Nightmare emerges up the cliff face, and when it reaches the top, it smashes the launcher.

"Please be a Nightmare unit..." But it proceeds to roar at me, light up, and charge towards me.

"Wrong kind of nightmare!" With that said I take off running and screaming. "Oh Thor, Oh Thor, Oh Thor!."

A/N: Semi shorter chapter I know, but I felt like leaving it off there.

Also thank you to those left a review/comment for chapter 1.

Please leave a review if you can, by leaving a review I can make improvements to make this chapter, the first one, and any upcoming chapters.

Chapter Edited [June 7th] Reasoning: Added a bit more added scenes, clarification, and character development.

Non-Chapter Edit [June 14th] Reasoning: Chapter 3 in the works, and yes it is NOW being made. My reasoning, job hunting and graduation, plus maybe some writers block (nothing major).

Chapter Edited [June 17th] Reasoning: Slight more world building.

Special thanks to NightFuryWarlord for your continued reviews.

Another shot of thanks to those who reviewed.

Chapter edited [July 7th]: Reasoning; Updated 'Alert Status' Codes, Green - Terror Green, Yellow - Zippleback Yellow, and Red - Nightmare Red.

Chapter 3 is live.
Chapter 4 is live.
JOHNNY 5 IS ALIVE!

Chapter Edited: Revamps to fit refurbished first.

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