"Speaking"
'thought process'
Northern Ursus Tundra
Lucky Six swiftly extinguished the last flickers of light inside the room. Moving quickly he starts shoving whatever supplies he had into his bag leaving odd trinket of devices behind. Just as he stepped out, a flicker of movement caught his peripheral vision. Instincts kicks in as he dove back inside as the sharp hiss sliced through the air.
Lucky Six cursed under his breath as he crouched, moving to a room aside from the exit his visor peaked through the broken window frame. He saw multiple figures shifting and making hand gestures just out of clear sight as sunlight increasingly shrank behind the buildings. Lucky Six's eye implant glows up as his vision gets brighter. He now could see some details on the man, the thick coat the man wore was a grey-green color. Quickly comparing the black coats and the green coats it was clear that the green coats was somewhat professional.
Perhaps they were attracted by the faint light in the building or maybe followed his tracks on the snow. Lucky Six let out a sigh as he really wasn't in the mood to get into more fights right now, especially considering a roughly battalion-sized formation arriving from the south. Lucky Six pressed his back against the wall as he sat on the floor and pulled out his pistol. Pulling the slide he confirmed the gun was loaded. Whoever they were, it wasn't important now as they were moving in to storm the building.
Lucky Six readies his pistol as he makes a run for it. He leaps through the window and activates the V.A.T.S . Adrenaline surges and the world almost slows to a halt. His mind races as it scans the enemy formation in front of him. Targeting the man pointing a loaded crossbow at him, he aimed at the man's center mass and executed.
Lucky Six quickly drew his pistol to align toward the center mass of the soldier and squeezed the trigger. The loud bang of the .45 was followed by a direct hit that sent the man reeling into the snow.
Lucky Six bolted out of the perimeter the moment the Ursus soldier hit the snow. It all happened so fast that the rest of the Ursus soldiers looked at where the noise came from with confusion, only a few catching glimpses of a man running into the narrow alleyway. The sharp barks of Ursus Manglers tore through the air, snapping the soldiers out of their momentary confusion as they quickly blindly fired at Lucky Six none hitting their shots.
The handlers yelled commands, struggling to rein in the hounds as the casters beside them fiddled with their arts unit, despite their effort to keep them in control the Ursus Manglers broke free chasing after Lucky Six in a frenzied instinct.
Lucky Six looked over his shoulder and saw the bear and hound-looking things chasing after him again.
Just as he pulled out his sawed-off, he felt his limps getting sluggish and his mind felt like it was falling down endlessly. Gritting he turned his head and from the corner of his eye he saw the Ursus Manglers were getting closer at an alarming rate.
Frantically he tried to maneuver he saw a soldier with a staff, their hand and staff emitting a strange aura as they stood on the roof. Lucky Six felt a surge of Implant GRX come in. His movement still felt sluggish but the world around him now moved at the same pace as him.
He fired at the Ursus Mangler as they charged. The closest beast was shot as bloody red mist flew into the air soon followed by the beast hitting the ground. Then the next one followed the pursued as its lifeless body slid on icy ground. Lucky Six let go of the empty gun and snapped out his revolver. Just as he shot the third one he felt sharp pain as he fell on his back. The last remaining Mangler lunged at him pinning him to the ground as it landed.
Another dose of Implant GRX rushes in. Fighting the immense sluggish over him he emptied the entire cylinder into the stomach of the Ursus Mangler as it tried to rip his throat out. Each shot had it stumbled, with the last bullet the lower half went limp, but its blood-red eyes still burned with bloodlust. Snarling, it bites and pulls on his neck guard. Pulling all his strength Lucky Six shoved the mangled beast off, its bulky frame hitting the snow with a dull thud as its spine snapped on its weight.
Just as Lucky Six pushed himself up, a barrage of broad-headed bolts went through the gaps in his armor and it tore through his flesh. Lucky Six kicked the ground as he rolled behind the dead Ursus Mangler. Slumbering with his back against the meat shield another volley impacted behind him.
Lucky Six grabbed the bolt that went between his elbow and pulled it up, freeing his pinned arm. Without wasting time he flicked open the revolver and loaded five fresh rounds into the cylinder.
As he pushed the cylinder back into his revolver he felt it again as the sensation of his head falling into the ground infinitely followed by his limps feeling sluggish, another dosage of Implant GRX kicks in. Lucky Six peaks up as he surveys the roof.
Not only soldier with a staff was there he was joined up by more soldiers with something that looked like a jetpack strapped behind them and a crossbow aimed at him. He ducks behind the carcass as another bolt barrage slams into it.
With a breath, Lucky Six stands up and aims a clean shot into a soldier with a staff. With the trigger pulled, the pins hit the .45-70 Gov't cartridge igniting the primer as the bullet propels out. When it got closer to a soldier with a staff, it was slowed down minuscule by an unseen force before it hit the man in his torso.
As soon as the shot hit the soldier the sluggish feeling wore off. As the soldier was reeling back the other crossbowmen dropped their focus on Lucky Six, and shifted their attention to a soldier with a staff immediately. Seeing that Lucky Six quickly ran out of the street block into a different one.
Lucky Six slumbers behind one of the many apartment block ruins as night settles in, Lucky Six finally slumbers down as it seems like the soldiers lost his track. From a distance, he could hear a load of barks of Ursus Manglers echoing from afar as they searched the area and disgruntled shouting of soldiers.
Just then he heard thud and boots walking on the stony floor above him. Grabbing his pistol he steadied his breath.
"(Ursus) Sector clear, 5-10 returning now"
Followed by a dull hum and then the unmistakable sound of a propulsion unit firing up. Just like that, the soldier left. Lucky Six let the tension out as he pulled his pip-boy out and checked his health tab. He just needed to fix some puncture scars and he should be back to prime again.
As he looked at his pip-boy he realized his vocal cord was pierced by a bolt. Looking down he saw the bolt sticking out of his neck. It seemed like through the gap that Ursus Mangler opened some lucky shot slipped through it then it ricocheted from his reinforced spine to his vocal. 'Bad luck huh'
Sighing he pulls out a scalpel with a Followers of Apocalypse insignia on it and prepares for a quick surgery. 'Weirdly I feel like back at home'
A day later
Random Letter from a letter box
My Dearest Sister,
I hope this letter finds you in better spirits than mine. The winter is closing in, the cold already clawing at us, and we've been sent to garrison some old slums. The place is a crumbling heap, barely standing. Our task? To keep out any infected or fugitives hiding in the ruins. The air here it's thick with originium dust.
They have us in hazard gear at all times gloves, masks, everything. They say it's to keep us safe from the infection... Sister, it just feels like matter of time before one of us explodes into a dust. I try not to think about it, but the thought never leaves me.
There's more, of course. Last night, we got word that one of the recon teams got attacked. Some mad fugitive. They say he was crazed, something more beast than man. The command sent out more men to find the fugitive, but so far no one found anything.
Then they had me clean up after some mess. The patrol unit that went missing. You'd think I'd get used to the sight of bodies by now, but this… it wasn't just death. Someone, or something, had twisted them into a kind of ritual. The way their bodies were laid out… I don't have the words for it. Those patrol men were nothing but drunkards in uniform. No discipline, no sense. Hardly men, and hardly worth mourning. However even now, I don't know what got to them, and the thought of it lingers, gnawing at me.
I'll end it here for now. I don't know when I'll have the peace of mind to write again.
Yours,
Pavel
Lucky Six puts the letter back into the box, He really can't read the language the letter was written in but he can see the structure is similar to Latin. It's not his place to decypher languages anyway. With the dim orange light of pip-boy, he continued to search the office before finding a sturdy-looking locked box stowed away under the desk.
Picking it lockpick, the box clicked open. Inside, a stack of letters he couldn't care less about, his eye caught a rolled-up map. He unrolled it on the desk, tracing the lines with a gloved finger.
After reading the map thoroughly he smiled under his helmet as he recognized the land formation. He could see there were names surrounding the area he was in. Settlements he hoped for. Strapping the map securely into his vest.
He continued to search the desk. He then pulled out a saber. Unlike the saber the Black Coats had, this one felt solid. Flexible, durable, and light. Definitely not the scrap metal he was used to. He compared it to his old, beat-up machete. Might be time for an upgrade.
Just as he slotted the saber into his belt. He heard the faint crunch of footsteps approaching the entrance. Ducking behind the counter. He pulled his last flashbang free, pulling the pin out before he let it roll across the floor.
The door creaked open, and in walked an old, weathered Ursus captain, followed by his second in command, their conversation a low grumble about the state of their troops.
As soon as they stepped into the room, the flashbang detonated with a blinding explosion. The second-in-command instinctively shielded the captain, shouting "(Ursus) WE ARE UNDER A ATTACK!"
Lucky Six vaulted through the office window as the alarm blared behind him. Soldiers and officers scrambled, barking confused orders. But Lucky Six didn't look back he ran to the rising sun leaving the camp behind him as he escaped into the expanse of cold tundra.
5 weeks later
Lucky Six crossed the last name off as he arrived. 'Another empty village' he thought to himself. He looked at the snow-covered houses from afar.
So far for the last few weeks, he has found nothing but empty houses. He then looked around thinking what to do now. Walking into one of the empty houses as he enters. The house was cold, quiet, and empty. Taking a seat on the wooden chair next to a table he then looked at to map again.
At this rate, he will starve. Traveling in this cold frozen hellscape was already taking a toll on his body. He did remember seeing some vehicles at the army camp.
He massaged his temple on his helmet as he continued to think before sighing. He had to come back where he started and restock on supply and many other things. He looked through the window. The wind continued to blow in the frozen land before him.
He sighs before getting up. Hopefully, he will get there before the blizzard.
And now I shall sleep. Welp finally I got a damn chapter out. Had to scrap entire chapter and rewrite it twice now. And yeah sorry for the time cut at the middle but you can only write "croatching behind or sneaking under a guard" so many times before getting sick of it. Had to scrap the whole thing and just get to the point.
Right Update on AU Lucky Six in Arknights. Continueing from chapter 2's AU. Sorry for the grammer but I must sleep.
" Lucky Six walks out of the bar with a cup of a beer and he raises it to the patrons "(German-Leithanien) Farewell friends! I must be on my way now" hearing that partrons in the bar cheers for Lucky Six before continuing on their drunken revelry With that he left the bar as city of music continues on it's nightly life. It was wonderful a city and friendly people. He went to bench where his Leithanien friend was supposed to arrive but he was no where seen. Looking around Lucky Six picked up a pamphlet on a ground.
It had a pair of knights on it clashing a sword. Lucky Six read the title closely. Just as he was reading he heard familiar voice. He turned around. "Mein Freund!"
A lanky looking man barely walking on his two legs as he tries to balance his antlers, his face was red as he smelled strong alchohol from him. Lucky Six shaking his head went to his aid and helped him to sit down on the bench. "(German-Leithanien) Look at you, you are barely conscious. How are you gonna walk home let alone steer a vehicle?"
Lanky looking man giggles under his breath as he continues to haze around "(Leithanien) You are a such a paraniod wolf are you. I the great Harthman von Tolhain can outdrive even the gendarmerie by just following my tunes!" He fumbled for his lute, almost dropping it in the process.
Lucky Six looks at the sorry state the man was in and sighs one last time. "(German-Leithanien) Let's just go tomorrow, I'll get you a tonic"
Harthman immedietly stands up "(Leithanien) No no no, we must go now! Journey aw-(hiccups)" he almost falls into floor before Six catches him. Harthman notices the pamphlet
"(Leithanien) Ahhh the Iron knight is facing off against Jaguar knight?" Lucky six looks at Harthman for a moment. "(German-Leithanien) You know them?"
Harthman smugly smiling "(Leithanien) Ofcourse I do, I used to bet on knight tournemants all the time" Harthman blinks for a moment before continuing with a exagrated pride "(Leithanien) And win ofcourse! Quickly we should head to nearest pub and bet on the Iron knight, He will win for sure!" Harthman tries to walks on his sorry state
Lucky Six pulls Harthman from going further. while thinking to himself 'Oh so that's how he lost all his wealth' "(German-Leithanien) Look friend we first must get a fine rest for a fine men like yourself shouldn't we? "
Harthman laughs "ja ja!" he agrees as he hazely hums a melody. However Lucky Six's attention was more drawen to the pamphlet Harthman held. Medieval knights brought him nostalgia when he was studying at Boneyard University, and the times he'd passed with playing 'Atomic Chivalry: New York' with his colleagues . Maybe… maybe he'd visit to land of knights."
Now to respond to questions.
When does it take place? Well it's Lucky Six in Reunion. So instead of joining them when arknight starts. It's around before Reunion was first founded. Aka 7 years before the main story. (and to be more precise before Talulah found the Frostnova)
And things I wish I did on the chapter 2 becuase I dont really want to get stuck with like redoing/re-vising already published stuff. I just want to get the story out.
Last part. all of em. I just published it without even redoing it. it was litterally first draft. and I missed few stuff like followers of apoc. scalper and expanding on him disecting a terran.
And honestly I think I would've stopped writing him talking much only making him comment on things when it stands out. He is professional and pretty season one he wouldn't say much unless he is talking to someone. And make him talk more often as longer his isolation is , to fend off loneliness and not go crazy.