Date: 3rd of june, 2066
Location: America - Ohio - Border
POV: Victor Von Doom
"I'm sorry Panam… but I gotta go…" I smiled bitterly her eyes unable to face me. Handing her my second pair of Victory I remeinced at the weapon, it was my first and to give it to her was ironic. Feeling the wind blow against my back the scenery felt ethereal, my past blurred into the winds with my future bleak.
"I know you'll find something better but for now… I hope this keeps you company," I acknowledged. While my weaponry was the best of the best, I understood that weaponry in a few years time would possibly surpass it. Without me to constantly maintain and upgrade the Aldecado's weaponry this would be better than scrap by the time they forget about me.
"You fucker I thought you'd ride with us forever…" V spat, frustration in his eyes, as he lifted my coller. Not backing down I could only sigh at his acts. The man would always put a front. It was a trait I had learned under the aldecados. He hated weakness much less showing emotion. Something told me he'd be in alot of trouble without me by their side especially Panam.
"Fuck those guys we can fix this!" He holloured, his eyes unable to meet mine as I stared at him. Sadly I had pulled the aldecado's into my past and now it was time to push them away. Victor Von Doom had to die.
"I'm sorry but there's no fixing this, i've gotta pay the price, alone. Thanks for the ride friends, it's been a blast." I accepted, it was time to do the right thing. Walking away I chucked my keys to V, the man unable to hold his tears as he looked at em.
Clenching them with his fist he looked at me heartbroken. For a nomad to give you their ride was almost like giving your life away. It was sign of growth… or death. A nomads car is always their first child as most crafted or acquired one at fourteen. Some even early as twelve as most vehicles were project vehicles on the move. Pieced toegethor from an array of differing vehicle. It'd be strange to see similar nomad cars much less similar build. Each one was a touch on a nomads personality.
"Look after it solider… You'll need it," I smiled. The view of my armoured muscle car coming to view. The thing was custom built by myself with the model inspired by my favourite childhood car the Quadra type 66. The vehicle turned wide body with the engine replaced. While once a hybrid I had decided that the combustion engine itself was enough. It's A.I functions allowed it to be self-driven.
"You ever… gonna come back?" Panam asked, my face still forward unable to bring myself to see her. She was the closest thing to a childhood sweat heart. Her silky smooth brown skin always drawing my eyes. With her figure there were no doubt she wouldn't suffer finding a man. Yet her most defining feature was her eyes, the type to demand something. Perhaps it was an Aldecado thing but it reminded me of my late mother. An admirable trait. Perhaps my father was on to something.
"I don't know…" I answered honestly. I was excomunted from the clan, my honour as a nomad reduced to gravel. In this sense I was a Vegabond and an enigma of enigmas. Lone nomads never lasted long and few could ever make it out. A clanlass Nomad… What a joke.
"Perhaps… In another time… Would you promise to take me for that dance?" She asked, the tension between us always high. While I always wanted her to be mine, I never felt safe enough to cater her advances. I wished I could be for there, to smother her with love and affection. Yet… I couldn't. Not now. I had to be stronger, faster. My resolve needed to be steeled and if it meant I had to leave her heart broken… atleast then she could move on earlier. I was soon to be a dead man. I truely desired her but I never knew if it was merely a feeling or if I truely wanted her. Love, such bullshit.
"Yeah I promise but you gotta promise me this," I voiced.
"If you find someone please… Forget about me," I never knew if I could commit to her promise but I could only hope she would to mine. What I was attempting was purely suicide to the normal man and for someone extorindary as myself it would perhaps take months or years. Perhaps she'd find someone good on her trips. Someone that could actually take care of her unlike an asshole like me. I didn't deserve her to be honest. She was the type of gal to ride or die.
Taking a step forward I continued onwards, their vehicles never leaving until day slowly turned to night. Their signals and comms finally cut from mine. Turning back I smiled lightly, I never knew I'd leave in such a fashion but in life you could never expect the unexpected no matter how paranoid. Just how old was I now? Time seemingly a strange concept to me, was I 16? 17? Perhaps I've gone mad.
"I've done what you've asked Santiago… It's been a honour," I voiced.
"I'm sorry kid… but you shouldn't have killed those corpo's, I know you understand… I'm sorry." Santiago muttered. The old bugger still alive thanks to my doctorine in medicinal enhancements.
"I understand can you do me one favour though…" I voiced to him via comms.
"What is it kiddo?"
"Tell em I died… It's better this way… they'll forget about me eventually." I revealed, a metal helmet by my side as stared at it. The steel plated helmet placed opon my head.
"Panam you know how she is… She tried to chase after you went but V stole her keys. Sucker always was good at it." Santiago revealed, Panams bickering being overheard from his comms.
"Shut up, we gotta save him! It's fucking victor for fucks sake! Are we really gonna abandon him after what he's done for the clan? He's saved everyone here for years! How many scars were healed from him? Is this how we treat our saviours!"
"Panam it's not that simple! Don't let your heart plague your mind! This si for the clans best interests!"
"Then the clan can get fucked Saul!"
"Panam!"
"It's gonna be hard without you, kid," Santiago murmured.
"I know…" I acknowledged, cutting his comms. Looking at the bottle of whiskey at my hands I wondered if this was the best time to drink it. I had never touched the poison but… for my supposed death wouldn't it be so fitting?
Downing the bottle I felt the smooth liquor course down my throat. The tast mahognoney and bitter. Foreign to my taste buds I instantly felt tipsy. My face flushed with warmth. Closing my eyes I looked to sky light.
Shit's really fucked…
With a large Von Doom Hydra now deployed into the world i scanned it's diagnostics. The all clear then apparent to my systems. Hopping into it I flew into the sky. The Hydra a prototype weapon aimed to target Militech's baslisk, the traditional three seater was turned one by me.
Cabible of heavy fire power it was unseen in mass deploy. The current market having an array of weaponry yet lack mass-production. Von Doom industries aimed to solve this. While militech and other manufacturers favoured shell weaponry Von Doom Industries loved energy weapons.
Apparently a signature move made to cement ourselves as the future, while some shell weapons were developed they were usually not sold to outsiders as the mass-production and speciliasation done by Militech ensured that their weapons were favoured more than ours. While still armed with missiles, the energy cannons were otherwordly. With flight speeds at mach 10 it was lethal in the air, with most pilots having to be trained for it. While it could be remote-controlled it lacked the finesse one could obtain while cock-piiting.
Flying over Oklamhoma's Border missiles were immedinaly fired at me, their attempts failing as my thrusters were too quick for them. Lazer canons then attempting to blow me from the air. This was halted by my Hydra's Force-feild, the thing developed by me to ensure that I wouldn't die from a simple anti-aircraft missle or emp. Firing at the things they were immednaintly delete from afar. The cannons then aiming at me.
Hacking into their comms I quickly started to overhear there chatter. Code lines of defence and attack structures quickly being deciphered.
Activate Micheal
Quickly deploying my Quickhack it quickly slashed through the net. It's attack wiping out their command centre. The unit left blind to my attacks.
"Shit! I need a visual on the target!" A border protrol member asked.
"Fuck man I don't know comand centres gone blank! Who the hell is this guy?" Another asked before being blasted by yours truely. My missiles locked onto their aircrafts. Zooming past them I aimed for one tower.
"This is Victor Von Doom! And I will not be silenced. You who took my parents away will die here!" I shouted, the communications echoeing throughout the communicatioan drives of all high corporate figures in the area, Micheal paving a way for Sameal to back door and steal all their important files and data. I was attempting another Johnny silverhand instead I was the nuke. My peperations would come to fruition - Victor would die today and Doctor Doom would be born. Centering onto Arasaka Oklahoma I scanned for my targets there data completely limited too but their names.
[SCAN RESULTS: Saburo Arasaka]
[SCAN RESULTS: Adam smasher]
Bingo!
"I knew you'd come crawling back meat chunk. Time to meet your parents!"
Unleashing a barrage of missiles to the towers it was reduced to dust. The only figures remaining the two monsters… How? I didn't know.
"So the western dragon lives? Good… Finish him." Saburo ordered, his body floating aimlessly over the tower. With Adam smasher floating via jetpack he launched forward to attack my Hydra. His weaponry dealing a significant amount of damage for his size.
"Scared?" Adam smasher voiced.
"No…" I smiled firing continousily, my comm link connected to theirs. The energy pusles and blasts somehow being nuetralised as they hit him.
"If you you're hearing this Arasaka then I hope you understand what happens next," I mused, jumping out of the Hydra. The vehicle doing a full send towards him. Adam smasher then blocking the thing. His chest imploding from the inside as the thing exploded.
Seeing them explode the Hydra was powered by two nuclear batteries… Seeing the flames rush towards me, I smiled. There was no way they could survive this… Seeing the blast Saburo seemed uninterested.
"Is this all you have amounted too? No army? No technology? No power? Just this?" He questioned in english, an obvious translate by his throat as he did so.
How?
Looking around I found smasher decimated the cyborg finally dead yet how did Yorunobu survive? Looking to see him I then saw six spheres surround behind him to form a circle. Energy then shooting from each.
"I'm disapointed young dragon… Your father was caibible of so much in four years that I expected you to do more in five…." He voiced, his hands swiftly pushing me away. The three balls somewhat conjuring more firepower than my hydra. The blasts quickly knocking my forcefeild.
"It seems your days are over, Die." He voiced the six spheres then rotating quickly a large surge of energy now building up. With six senses firing off I knew that If I was hit i'd die.
Fucking demon… I'll come back and next time i'll kill you all. Each and everyone one of you.
Seeing the beam form I felt it strike me once more the next thought quickly to hop into my inner world. My defeat obvious from the start yet tedious. I knew I would fail but to fail this hard was something else. Just how was he cabbile of that much energy in such small spheres? How was he flying? The amount of information seemed to blur my thoughts as heat welled into my heart. I needed informations, power and most importantly influence. Arasaka would fall on all fronts no matter the location.
It was time to build a nation. An army. My Legion. Veiwing america's world map I wondered on the best location for development. Night city? No… It's place was filled with depravity and horror. I needed a state independent of NUSA…. The republic of Texas a perfect description. While other states may have worked, any attack on their goveremnt would lead to all their forces drowning through. It was best to take an already fortified state who's government could be easily infiltrated and subjegated. Ones whos tension was already high. Texas fit the bill.
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Date: 17th of June, 2075
Location: Night city - Pacifica - Night Wind Estate - ?
POV: Victor Von Doom
"I'm told this is the place?" I asked a young lady her body leaning on the wall as she stared ahead. Her eyes unaturally doll like with her mouth uncanny. While one would normally mistaken her for a Joy-toy from the Mox something about the way she held herself was uncertain. Opening her face plate a metallic eye stared back at me. Her scans going through my body to uncover something.
"Welcome," She spoke walking through the wall, the brick wall morphing similar to a tunnel. Walking in, I readied myself for a possible ambush. Though what I saw was a number of "mages" around. Their clothes of the neokitch style, only rich folk wondered around.
Walking towards the counter I noticed that currency remained the same. Eddies a universal use of currency. Lucky me.
"Whatcha want partner," A large breasted, fair skin gal waved. Her energy vibrant with her body almost stiff like a doll.
"An introduction to the world of the arcane," I asked, my eyes scanning the whole room. While unaturally normal compared to my expectations it looked to like any normal store. The floor tiles mythiral blue. The walls a range of neon mixes, with the roof a bright white illuminating the whole room. Stacked on the walls were apparent enchanted gear, the hues of different colours ranging from green to blue all about. The odd arrangement of cold to hot weaponry apparent.
"That would be 00 eddies," She revealed the amount staggering. Not bothering to barter I payed in full.
"Thank you would you like anything else?" She asked.
"Yes, I would like all your books, price is no concern."
"All tomes are 400000 eddies."
Quickly finalising my purchase I exited out. Something about the atmosphere in the room felt unnatural. It was disgustingly opaque and suffocating.
Reading the parchment within my hand I started to dive into the mind numbing process of self-study. The quite literal information dump about to be forcefully injected to my brain. Using my Visor, my mind quickly went into overdrive.
Introduction to the Arcane 1st edition by Cain (1899)
Introduction: Welcome to the world of the Arcane, this parchment will detail information on your new world. Tread carefully not all those who help you are your friend and not all those who harm you are your enemies. A mage is a dangerous creature whom should be treated with caution. So what is a mage? A mage is a conjurer of the impossible. Where reality is merely a fickle medium to toy with. Their will able to alter the world through words or thoughts. This book will outline their dangerous impossability.
Sources: With many branches and schools of magic, there are only three sources of energy, chaos, order, and nature. Chaos and Order while similar in effect conjure on different principles. Chaos influenced by emotion whereas Order is conjured through thought. While both interact a mage who powers their spells through chaos is able to quickly conjure powerful spells in seconds whereas a mage who uses thought is able to accurately and precisely conjure spells to their liking. Nature is a unique source of energy source as those who use it are mostly hermits. All life produces energy as a by-product of existing, most would call this energy ki, chi or qi but I would prefer the term Aura. Aura is directly linked to life-force and Life-energy the more life energy in the world, the more powerful they are. While extremely power there power is heavily tied to an easily changeable concept. If nature or humanity was to ever face a calamity the first archaic community to die would be the aura users.
Storage: While most are born able to draw energy from these sources, most are not, a select few who arn't unable to due to their bodies not containing a mana core. Some may state that one would need a mana core to conjure magic but they would be incorrect. It would be correct to assume mana cores allowed for magic use and accumulation thought similar to a flask of water when too much is poured it will flood and destroy the user. A user who lacks a mana core is able to draw energy without worry of such fears yet is unable to conjure spells as quickly. Due to this the pro's and cons are obvious.
Ranks:
Apprentice - tier 0
Intitate - teir 1 and 2
Journeyman - teir 2 and 3
Elder - teir 3 and 4
Master - tier 5 and 6
Grandmaster - teir 6 and 7
Archmage - Tier 8
Mediums: A medium is a tool used to display a mages prowess the posability endless. A few examples being wands, knives, staves swords, daggers, spears, shields, etc. These help amplify a spells effect and intent. While a conjurers hands are always useful having an edge over your opponent is always welcomed.
Arifacts: Enhanced mediums with bonus effects that help conjure powerful spells. Often times or not they are enchanted by an enhancer or blessed by certain actions. The constant use of mana may also effecting artifacts.
Finishing at just the artifiacts I saw that a large majority of data was lost. Key elements that could help me understand how to draw mana missing. While it did fill many holes and theories it also left more questions to be answered such as how one was supposed to gather such energy. What schools of magics were present? What type of spells could be conjured? And what tiers meant exactly? Dropping the parchment ontop of my desk I looked at the clock. It was time for another commission.