Hey guys and gals, Pheron here with another chapter of the overlord series.
I'm gonna try and keep this chapters short since if don't you guys won't have a story to bloody read! And I can't do that now, can I?
Anyway thanks mbh040 for the ideas on how the hero gets his hybrid self and I agree with you on the part where the company has created to many hybrids. Also like you idea for the design of the character, would be awesome though if I could see what you mean though cuz my imagination is so much different to yours. E-mail for this story and account coming soon...hopefully.
And Commander Jim the character isn't called Obama but...*laughs maniacally* you have given a good idea for a one shot, alas different times zones in the AVP universe but like I said in my profile description ain't nothing normal bout me.
So without further talking from me let the story reading commence...
P.S. oh yeah the name Ruari is pronounced Rory or roar-wee, I'll say next time about where the name comes from...sorry to keep you from reading... he he he... okay I stop now... sorry
I don't own anything in the AVP universe besides my story, oc's and tech ideas
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Ruari's P.O.V
"RUARI!" a loud male voice shouted, echoing around the small confined area.
THUD!
"FUCK! Why did you have to go and shout, boss man?" I said, sliding out from the metal ship that I was working on. I began to rub my forehead from where I dropped a wrench on myself in surprise. "Why the hell can't you just knock, pull me out or even just, you know, say my name quietly?"
I looked up at the person who yelled my name, a short man no taller than five foot five, with his brown hair and oddly enough gingery beard looking scruffy as always. The look of merriment never once left his eyes as I stood up to my full height, which was about six foot four or six foot five (I never really bother to check anymore), and scowled at him, despite the large small grin the covered the lower half of my face.
"Now, why on Earth would I do that? You know you're too easy to spook some times," he replied, his Texan voice oozing with mirth and smugness, he's shoulders shaking as he controlled himself from laughing out loud.
"I don't know, Dallas. Maybe it's because I'm working with millions, quite possibly billions, of dollars worth of equipment that could either atomize us or absorb us and meld with us!" I yelled, waving my hands about to emphasise my point, as my Irish accent began to show its self as my happiness grew after seeing the Texan after so long.
The small, ruffled and oddly coloured haired form quickly dashed forwards, locking both his arms around me, pinning mine in a tight bear hug. I began to quickly tap his sides as my lungs couldn't absorb enough oxygen from the heavily recycled air.
"Let me go! Can't Breathe!"I gasped, flailing my hands about, trying to grab his attention.
As quickly as the hug came, it soon disappeared leaving me out of breath looking down on a small highly hyperactive and happy Texan. I shook my head as I chuckled, taking note of his still miss matched hair that he seemed to have after all these months.
"So how's the fair lady doing then?" he asked, hand waving in the direction of the small transport vessel behind me.
"Oh, not too bad, she's eating well and seems to have gained a few upgrades from the tech you last brought in."
The ship in question was experimental, designed by moi, it (in the most simplest form) ate technology, adapted it, placed it on the hull or interior of the ship and then grew as more tech was consumed. How this was done, you might be asking? I'll tell you, the secret was self replicating nanites that absorbed and improved upon technology, the idea behind it that you could have a single machine that could do everything that a colonist need to do, be it maintenance, travel, construction or even first aid, any tech you gave it would then be able to do that job, only downsides were that it grew bigger the more you feed the ship and the power requirements needed to power all the nanites.
This prototype had quite the powerful heart so to speak, with three fusion reactors 'beating' constantly, providing a steady stream of power. The ship also healed its self from most types of damage, providing you had enough raw materials. But getting your idea funded by Weyland-Yutani proved that even the best looking companies were looking for some other way to make money, even if it meant others were to lose their lives. The reason why I say this is because I soon told after getting the prototype to work; it would only serve military or other combat purposes. I had no choice but to agree or have some fucktard come along and take all the credit. Only problem the Company didn't like was the growth rate of the ship, it had taken nearly six months to grow from a tiny metal ball to the size of a three seater shuttle.
Me and Dallas talked for a few more hours about how he and I were doing, how project Messiah was doing and how he was back to stay and help finish the ship. Three hours and thirty cans of beer later we both decided to hit the sack and get some rest for the long day of work tomorrow. And oddly enough that night I had a strange dream.
In this dream I awoke, only to find myself on top of an altar with several cloaked figures sounding it, whilst in front of these figures three more stood in the white light that shone down from above. One looked human, middle aged but obviously wise beyond his appearance, holding a tome of some sorts and a pen scribbling down words every now and then, wonder and awe in his eyes looking at me. The second figure was a tall demon or something, sharp teeth, sharp claws, fuck; the thing even had a serrated tail with a two foot blade at the end. This one seemed to make constant hissing noises as breathed, clouds of liquid puffing out from its salivating mouth every now and then.
And the third? The third just plain scared the hell out of me, standing 4 feet taller than me, the figures black armour seemed to absorb all the light and radiate black flames off its shoulders. It's armour was covered in scratches and burn marks, some looking like they were melted off in some places. Weapons covered every inch, looking old fashioned and new, blades and explosives of some sort. His mask was covered in runes and designs of some sort, but the one that really caught my eye was the rune at the centre of his forehead, it was shaped like a scythe but not like one of earth, it had the typical scythe blade at the top but it had several additional blades along the handle and end of the staff. 'Over kill much' I thought to myself.
And then the centre one began to talk...
"Ooman..."
Sorry guys for the short chapter but I think it's better to have things out faster and nice then long and crappy, anyway hope you guys like it and I'll chat to you next time.
Bye!