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"I told you."
You told me nothing.
"I told you that people don't want to read a non-cannon, non-serious story about the Spartans."
Lies.
"But nooooooo, 'Mr. I'm a great writer! I'll figure it out as I go along.' had to go and make a giant shit stai-"
Fine you might have said something along those lines.
"I'm always right you know!"
Because you are a woman? That is incredibly sexist of you to say.
"Not true! It just tends too be how the universe works."
Yet you are still answering my question in the affirmativ-
"Well you know how God must be a woman right? I mean look at the differences between men and women, a male god would most assuredly have screwed it up."
I am not sure you should bring the whole religion thing into this. You may upset the readers and I prefer happy reviews instead of hate mai-
"Fuck that don't go pussyfooting around the matter. I say do as you please, if that means pissing off a bunch of people? More power too you."
Sometimes I wonder how the Master Chief put up with you.
"Because Babe... I'm a sexy bitch, have you seen my Rule 34 pages?"
I have no words to explain the sadness I feel right now.
"Just, just get on with the story."
Chapter 1
Greetings with LAZERS
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"Luxxana."
Pulling herself away from the viewing screen that was replaying her latest battle on the Rift, the Lady of Luminosity turned the chair she was seated in and found the hulking figure of her elder brother standing before her. "Garen!" she cried happily jumping from her position as she bodily leaped and embraced her sibling in an overly enthusiastic embrace. "How are you today brother!" she was quite literally stuck to him like glue, with her slim arms wrapped around his neck and her feet dangling just shy of reaching his knees. "Did you smack that Noxus bitch around good today?"
"Hmph. The pride of Demacia will never falter." Garen gave a hearty chuckle as he said this, forcibly removing his extremely affectionate sister from her embrace. His smile faltered however transforming into a frown while he was setting her down. He loved his sister dearly, and he had been the one to watch and tend to her much of the time while she had grown up. Their parents were highly important figures in their nations government, so while they were busy tending to their civic duties it had fallen onto his shoulders to raise the growing girl. This had caused a few things to happen, she was excessively overprotective of him... he wouldn't call it an obsession, more of a... no it was most definitely an obsession of sorts. He wished he could help her grow out of it but every attempt on his part had been met with laughter in his face and a casual dismissal. It showed most when he expressed ANY interest in women that were not part of the family. It wasn't healthy, but he dearly loved his sister and whatever made her happy he would gladly give. Quickly ridding himself of the frown he continued with what had transpired on the rift, "She thought her two pentakills would win the day, but with my steel I struck her down..." some nonsensical mumbling followed.
Luxxana turned back to the display she had been watching rewinding it back to the point she had been watched up to, she frowned as she looked at the screen. She nearly growled in anger at what she was watching, and seeing as she had lived through the events earlier this evening it grated even more on her nerves. Ahri had tossed her around pretty good earlier in their match, stupid mobility. "I'm sorry I didn't catch the last part, what did you say?" it wasn't fair! How come the stupid fox bitch had like a billion dashes!? All she got was flash... and she could only use it every two or three minutes!
All the while the fox had laughed at her too!
"She... umm."
Oh this was interesting, all the champions knew of the odd... chemistry between her brother and Katarina. It wasn't romantic, she hoped, but it definitely made their interactions on and off the rift entertaining. Katarina was, a flirt and that was putting it lightly. Garen was very unsure of himself around women and Lux had no idea why, sure a few of the women that had gotten close to him over the years ended up feeling the wrath of her Final Spark. That was only because she wanted the absolute best for her big brother. After all if she could demand perfection from her suitors then he most definitely deserved the same treatment. He deserved it! Him being so handsome!
And kind!
And loving!
And smart!
And did she mention handso-
"Mentioned something about my sword... how she could help me polish it after the match..."
Well this would not do.
THIS WOULD NOT DO AT ALL!
"You said no right?" Lux had paused the screen again, her chair slowly swiveling around as she leveled a steely eyed glare at her elder sibling. "Garen..." she watched the mans Adams apple bob in rapid succession as he gulped. "you said no, right?"
Garen took a staggering step back in fear. The look in his sisters eyes was one he had seen before, the last time they had practiced fighting. He had hit her a bit to hard, and when she recovered she had... a shiver ran down his spine. For a girl whom many considered to be a cheerful and peaceful soul, beneath those golden locks and happy smiles a raging demon lived. "Of ca-course I said no, fraternization with the enemy wou-"
"DO NOT LIE!"
She was standing now, at what should not be called imposing height just shy of five and a half feet... but to him it was as if he were staring down the Baron, no a thousand Barons with no back up. She marched towards him each footfall sounding like death too his ears. "My dear, dear brother... if you said no as you claim," she had him backed up into a corner, the sight that had anyone seen would never believe that such a giant of a man could cower so fearfully on the whims of such a waifish young woman. Her right hand; slender, feminine and so fragile looking reached towards him plucking something from his armor that made his eyes bulge in terror.
A red hair.
How did that get there!?
"WHAT IS THIS!"
"Na-now Luxxana da-don't misunderstand!" Garen scuttled from the corner he had been trapped in towards the door leading out of the room they were occupying. The Review and Requisition chambers was not the place he wanted a scuffle between them to break out. It had taken a years worth of payments from his battles on the rift to fix the Summoners Saloon last month. He couldn't afford this right now, "We wa-were engaged in combat! Bodies tend to rub against each other when in close quarters like tha-"
The wrong words to say.
Red hot fury had erupted in the younger siblings eyes at the words 'rub' and 'close quarters'. The pleas he stammered out fell on deaf ears as she slapped her palms together, violent crackles of electricity and magnificent sparks of light built in between her joined hands. A wave of energy erupted from her body, Garen realizing it was to late for the room to be saved hastily made to get away but the damage was done.
His bank account would pay for his cowardice.
The Review and Requisition chambers erupted in an explosion of light on par with Runeterra's sun.
"It is such a beautiful day!"
The young woman cried happily as she basked in the heat of the sun, laying upon the soft grass in one of the many fields spread around the Institute of War. As a place meant to reduce the chances of actual war breaking out its surroundings had been constructed with the idea of peace and tranquility. The greenest of forests, the calmest of streams, the most majestic of mountains... everything around the Institute held to the ideals of natural beauty.
For a certain young fox, it felt like home.
Ahri perked her ears up, a slight flutter of the wind and she bolted from her spot in the tall reeds and grass she had occupied. A bird flushing from nearby taking her full attention, "Come here little bird!" her tails danced behind her happily as she chased after the avian creature. Her robes flowed in the wind as she moved with a dancers grace, she wasn't going to eat the poor thing...
Heavens no how barbaric.
Through field and across stream, she and the bird played a merry game of seek and chase. From time to time she would lose sight of the creature and to resume the game the bird would swoop in front of her eyes. Every time the game would start once more a serene smile would cross the fox girls face, this was fun!
With a explosive leap she propelled herself off a low branch of an old oak, her arms stretching to their limit as as she flew through the air. "Caught you!" she cried happily, then with a gasp she noted that she was nearly sixty feet in the air. She looked down at the animal in her arms eyes wide in shock before letting it go as she plummeted to the ground. The bird screeched, as if echoing her terror. Closing her eyes she listened as the wind swept past her, smile still on her lips.
A shadow sprang from the ground, intercepting her mid fall. Held in a pair of strong arms like a child the fox girl gave a cheeky grin at the one who had saved her, "Thank you Quinn!" she giggled watching as the woman leveled a frown at her obviously displeased.
"Ahri," the elite ranger chastised as she set her friend down "I've warned you not to play games like this with Valor." at his name being said the mighty Demacian eagle swooped down and landed upon her shoulder with a happy screech. "He does not enjoy them, it's why he always tries to get you killed."
Her fox ears drooped falling flat onto her long ashen hair, even her tails seemed to lose their luster. 'But it is so much fun...' she really was a carefree spirit, and often she was punished for it. Having not long ago being an actual fox and only transforming into this humanoid form after stumbling across a magical battlefield, she could not help herself. Curiosity and playing around was in her nature. "But Quinn," She whined pout in full force, "he's never actually hurt me."
Rolling her eyes Quinn sighed in discontent, which was parroted by her companion as he gently tapped on her helmet. A sign that she should just let him do what he wanted.
Get rid of the pest.
"The only reason he hasn't succeeded is because I always save you..." she turned so she would not see the fox girls tears, this was a fairly common occurrence. Ahri would see Valor, proceed to chase Valor, then end up in a life threatening situation because of her 'game' with Valor. The rangers honor was the major thing that kept her from letting the girl succumb to her fate. Beginning her walk back to the institute Quinn looked over her shoulder and with her eyes beckoned the other young woman to follow.
"But."
"Remember the time at the ravine?"
The fox girl winced.
"Or the time in the caves?"
A shudder.
"How about that time when you chased him into Cho'gaths lair?"
A pitiful whine.
"Okay..."
Quinn felt sorry for the girl, after all Ahri really did not know better. Similar to Nidalee the fox girl let her instincts guide her and seeing how they were so deeply ingrained into her because of her unusual circumstances, it was another factor that always spurred the rescues. Looking to her left she saw that the girl had tears in the corners of her eyes, ears flat and tails dragging along on the ground. It was a pitiful sight, especially when taken into consideration that she was nearly always smiling about something.
It nearly seemed, unnatural.
Another sigh, somehow throughout the time that had passed and their previous interactions she had come to care for the young woman. Who was she kidding it was hard not to like the fox girl. Always happy and positive Ahri was something of the League mascot, no one could really stay mad at her. Her cheerful attitude and inquisitiveness of all things human made it impossible to do so. An unspoken rule had been made among the majority of the Champions, to hurt Ahri was to hurt that which was innocence and in doing so would place a black mark upon you.
It was half the equation she wouldn't let valor kill her.
The other half was that she actually enjoyed the fox girls company.
She would never tell a soul.
"Would it cheer you up if we went fishing?" she tried her best to sound neutral but she could not help the smile that manifested itself on her lips when the the other woman cheered and leaped upon her, her avian friend squawked in indignation as he was forced to abandon his perch lest he get dragged into their tumble. As they rolled across the grass Quinn found herself laying on her back, Ahri straddling her and a massive smile of glee on her face.
"I love you Quinn!" Ahri purred as she snuggled in the chest of the young ranger, "Thank you! I love fishing! It is so much fu-"
Any further words died on her lips as her sensitive ears picked up an unfamiliar sound. An odd howling noise, no. It was more like a... what was the word? A man-ish scream of terror?
"What is that noise?" Ahri still atop the other woman swiveled her head around searching for the source of the odd sound. "It sounds a bit like..."
"What noise?" Quinn had propped herself up on her elbows, it was fairly uncomfortable seeing as the the large bust of the fox girl was extremely close to her face in this position. However she needed to know if it was a threat. "What is it Ahri?"
"Garen?"
The Master Chief, Sierra-117, most decorated soldier in the entirety of the U.N.S.C. could not believe what he was hearing. Looking at his long time partner, he stared in silence. He was a man of few words, and he felt that this silent stare would more than convey the message he wanted to pass on.
"I told you we're going to make land fall in an hour," Cortana stood with her back to the man arms crossed over her chest and with a frown on her lips. How could he do this to her? The man whom she had missed so much, the man whom she was about too sacrifice herself for so he could at least live to die of old age.
He had not even said a word yet!
"It's going to happen so you might as well get ready."
With silent steps that should not have been possible in a half ton suit of armor the spartan nodded, though it went unseen. Reaching the far wall he opened one of the few supply lockers that had not been destroyed during the explosive decompression of the vessel. Opening it he withdrew a MA5B which he slung onto one of his magnetic back plates. A pair of M6D Pistols, which found themselves a home on each of side of his waist. Lastly he found surprisingly enough a Covenant plasma sword that greeted one of the thigh plates. Moving to the next and final locker he found two bandoliers of M9 grenades each equipped with six of the deadly explosives, placing them over his chest in an X formation he pulled out the final and most coveted weapon of the bunch.
A Spartan laser.
It found a happy home alongside the MA5B.
From her perch on her holopad Cortana gave a low whistle. "That's a lot of firepower," She was still peeved that he had not spoken to her. "You think you're going to need all that?"
Silence.
Walking back to the holopad the Master Chief unceremoniously transferred her to the suit, before heading towards the exit to the cryobay.
"Say something will you?" Cortana pleaded. She had expected him to be angry, no Spartans never got angry. They got even. "Please Chief... I'm sorry for waking you from your slumber but if it wasn't now it would have been never."
"I missed you too Cortana."
If she had the ability to blush it would have covered her whole body. "Thanks..." her scans on the functionality of the suit had finished. Though it was dented up and littered with scars from past battles, it was fully functional and ready for anything. "The Mjolnir is fine. Nothing in major needs of repairs, I would recommend moving to a different part of the ship however. Reentry into the atmosphere is not going to be pretty."
"We're going to scuttle the remains," The Chief had made it to the torn section of the vessel, his view taking in the planet which he would soon be calling home. It was... blue, similar to earth except it had a single massive landmass with a few smaller ones scattered around it. "I don't plan on being aboard the ship as it lands."
"You have a plan then?"
The Chief grunted in the affirmative, before turning away from the spectacle of his new home that was rapidly approaching. "We're taking an HEV,." it was possible, the HEV pods were located on the deck directly below the cryo-bay. Even with the limited power aboard the ship the pods could be launched manually. "I don't want any of this equipment to be damaged during landfall, or to risk the armor."
Cortana tittered happily, "Seems like your learning Chief!" it was strange that he had thought this plan through so concisely. He tended to be a start shooting then consider the consequences after kind of guy. "Way to put that brain of yours to good use! You realize however that the pods have a one in six chance of not making the trip though... counting on that luck of yours to keep you safe?"
She had to throw that in there, even if the pod failed the Chief would be fine thanks to his armor.
During their conversation he had made it to the pods, found one he deemed suitable and after running the few necessary adjustments for it to launch without power had boarded it. Slapping his armored left hand down on the activation console, the automated countdown started.
"Launch in 3,"
"2,"
"1,"
"I make my own luck."
"Launch."
The pod was flung into space towards the planet below accompanied by Cortana's cheerful laughter.
"COME BACK HERE AND TAKE YOUR PUNISHMENT LIKE A MAN!"
Ducking below another beam of deadly light Garen whimpered pitifully, looking over his shoulder as he ran for his life.
Maybe a bit of an exaggeration but the look in his sisters eyes was most definitely one he didn't feel like chancing.
Another dodge to the left, the circle of light upon the ground exploded with enough fury to leave a crater. "SISTER PLEASE SEE REASON!" this time to the right, the beam tore a ragged furrow leaving a mark of anger upon the plains. "WE WERE IN BATTLE THERE WAS NO CHANC-"
"YOU MEAN IF YOU HAD THE OPPORTUNITY YOU WOULD HAVE TAKEN IT!?"
There was no dodging the massive beam this time, the power of her ultimate was upon him like a pack of rabid hounds. Stopping in place Garen swung his mighty sword in front of him praying that it would perhaps stave of the worst of the damage from the onslaught. He might need to get it reforged, but it would be worth it if it saved his life.
As if the Gods themselves chose to grace him with their mercy, he would feel no pain. Just as the Final Spark reached him from the heavens above a shield fell to the ground in front of him, the oddest looking shield to be sure but it was a shield nonetheless. A massive explosion followed blowing him back and tumbling away. He rolled with the blow, dirt and debris pounding against him as he went. Coming to a stop he pulled himself to his knees, and finally caught a glipse of the gift from the heavens. It was smoking from the damage, molten metal and jagged tears across its frame. He caught a glimpse of lettering,
U.N.S.C.
'By the gods...'
She was still coming, from the fires surrounding the wreckage. Like a demon wreathed in flames, his sister continued to stalk towards him.
"Hi Garen! How are you today?"
A flash of white, red and black appeared by his side, with a sigh he looked skywards cursing his luck. He appreciated their earlier gesture but this new circumstance was certain to get him killed. "Ahri what are you doing here?" he gestured manically with his arms urging her to leave. "You must leave! You will only incite her fury to greater heights!"
The fox girl looked at him with a confused expression, her eyes narrowing to slits as she finally noticed the carnage surrounding them. "What happened?" Ahri whispered, the beautiful landscape looked as if the gates of hell had been let loose upon its soil. It, angered her. "Garen what happened!?" she asked again louder this time, she was actually upset. "Who did this!?"
The man pointed towards the figure stalking towards them, palming his face. This would not end well.
"Lux..." the name came out like a hiss, standing and moving in front of the man, Ahri prepared for battle. She would not allow such disgusting things to be done to nature with no punishment. "How could you!?"
The answer never came. Instead all eyes moved to find the source of a high pitched whine, it was grating on the ears, especially for Ahri. The source was found and all sets of eyes proceeded to widen. Before them near the shield from the sky stood a massive creature of some sorts in green and black armor, with a golden faceplate. Odd looking weapons perhaps attached to its legs and back, and in certain spots across its body pale blue light was emitted. On its chest near where a human heart would be the numbers.
117.
The eyes widened once more when instead of a mans, as there were few women who were that tall on Runeterra, a silky smooth females voice came from the being.
"Which one of you dead son of a bitches shot us with a laser."
Garen looked once more to the skies, and rolled his eyes.
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"I think you're taking a bit to much liberty with the characters."
I do not care what you think.
"Uh huh, but what about the fans of the lore... you probably succeeded in keeping every single one of them from reading this story with this chapter alone."
Well I thin-
"And you made Lux into a yandere."
I thought it would be fun.
"And Ahri, a person whose lore is entirely about learning morality you made into an innocent young woman..."
You sound mad.
"Not mad I just think this is going to blow up in your face."
I am having fun writing it though.
"Whatever it's your funeral. Just don't come crying to the Chief and I when they start calling for your blood."