Archlord´s Quest

[VoraX]

Chapter One - Exile

VoraX walked alone through the narrow streets of Nastya´s Outpost, passing through the marketplace, its noises and screams changing to whispers and ripples. He then walked through the dust of the outside, the weak civilians, those women, children, olds, sicks and unable to fight by their own, living in fear, depending on the strongs to merely survive, to merely eat spoils and breath, contemplated the imponent figure who didnt dignify to acknowledge them. He enters the Moderators Room, were those on duty check on him with curious looks, already knowing the situation, not quite understanding it. None decided to speak, as he was determined to enter unto Admin´s chamber. In front the technological big door, VoraX made the hard work of taking away his complex helmet and right glove made of an unearthy black material, oxygen released from tubes, some never has seen his blonde hair and bear, his green eyes, his scars, his tattoos. He put his eye on the retine scanner and its hand on the digits one. The green screen flicked and a message appear...

"Identified: VoraX. Status: Exiled. Access: Denied."

VoraX calmly put over again his outfit, took his Obscuritatis and aimed to the door, The Mods quickly stood up and aimed their powerful weapons toward him. He look at them, and with a deep, but calm voice claimed:

"Im sure even I won´t be able to destroy him, or to say it more correctly "IT", I just want a last meeting, I was here before all of you, and accomplished more, I know I deserve a last interview, but Im not beging you as a favor to let me in, Im reclaiming it as my right, so if any of you try to stop me, know that Im carrying a nuclear dispositive connected to my heartbits, if they stop, say goodbye to Nastya."

At the extremely surprised witnessing of the Mods, before any of them could replied, VoraX began shooting the door with dozens of grenades, until the walls around it felt down. The Mods Armours protected them from the indirect fire, but were forced to abandon the ruins of the building, not daring to prove VoraX statement, knowing him was enough to believe the probability of it could be high, and the risk, unaceptable, Admin should handle him...only he was able.

VoraX step down to the underground Lab from where the cyborg, connected to consoles, directed and programmed the whereabouts of the Outpost, its defenses and its politics.

Just before entering the Lab, a powerful magnet pulled away his Drakonum, Spirit and Obscuritatis, his powerful weapons, as well as their ammo, but didnt affect his armour, it wasnt made from metal...

Hundreds of automatic weapons appeared from small doors, with robotic arms, aiming at the illegal intruder, moving their heads at the rhytm of their target.

A voice without human emotion echoed as coming from the enviroment:

"Identity: VoraX - Status: Exiled - Loading Profile.....Nastya citizen number 37, Second Moderator, Funder of Black Dragon Clan and Fenrir Fangs Clan, Responsible of Strategic, Political, Social, Defensive, Inteligence Contributions (list them in detail?....Denied), Found Guilty of the Crime of Promoting Black Market - Sentence: Exiled"

"While you are at it, list the rewards for my assets."

"Promoted to Moderator Status - Automatic Weekly Credits Revenue - Automatic Gold Status - Creation of Special Weapons - Creation of Unique Armour."

"Well, the Dragon´s Spirit speaks in me, and HE said it wasnt enough, you are programmed for protecting humans INSIDE this Outpost, but its range is limited to it. Sooner or later, Nastya will fall, and I wont be victim of a limited program, with no intuition, no imagination nor ability to adapt as its needed. Yes, I made forbiden arrangements, more than you are aware of, but know a higher authority leads me to Victory. The same higher authority that gave me the material you forged for me, from the sky, the same higher authority that reveals me the past, present and future in visions, the same higher authority that leaded me toward half the world in an army of militar ships, bringing the thoughest survivors here, under ITS powerful flag. And now Im leaving. Ill let my subordinates to change my clan´s structure, it will fit your program, as long as they choose to., I just wanted to let you know, I will survive you, your software mind will remind it in the last moment. Be damned, piece of junk"

The guns began to shoot, pushing him toward the exit, but not damaging his extremely protected body. When he was at the surface, The Moderators where trying to put order to the hundreds of curious, other clans leaders and grunts, some allies, most foes, watching him coming from the basement, allies trying to let him know he could count with them outside the outpost, foes waiting Admin or Mods gives them permission to make an exception of one of the most sacred rules: No agression inside the Outpost. Moderators heard Admons directive in their radios, and approach VoraX, who said: "Dont need to act, Im leaving, and dont forget my heartbits"

The dark, imponent figure left Nastya walking, unarmed, for the last time.

[VoraX]

Chapter Two - Preparatives

"All the original Head Order members are dead, even those of the second and third generation, only I remain, and Tratpan, who was my shadow and my crow eyes since we met, I rely upon him the main responsability of keeping all you still followers of the Dragon Spirit, and ITs son, Fenrir, united and genuine. For the military part, Flynntaggart will be the highest authority regarding ranks and discipline. Between both, working together, Black Dragon Clan and Fenrir Fangs will now evolve and adapt. For my part, Ive listened the Dragons call, and Im leaving on a journey which will take me to the last answers we all need to understand."

VoraX´ helmet and mask were laying on the oak table, the silence reigning on the meeting room was dense and almost touchable, as a heavy tapestry wrapping everybody present. All members were present, even the newests, after a previous, short meeting with the Elite. Most of them have never seen VoraX face without his coverture, his pale skin, his blonde beard, his right green eye crossed by a dragon tattoo, and a serie of arcane symbols tattoed on his head. His gestures were tought, his gaze determined, but somehow, he was presenting a sutile new air, as if a bit more condescendant, an almost unperceptible gentility.

TR knew VoraX from a very long time, he never could achieve to keep the excesively rigorous rythm required to step near the Archlords side, but he once told him that Fenrir chosed him to reveal himself as the Dragon´s son, and so he was treated with more trust than most grunts. Not able to get rid from the sensation of lost, he dared to ask permission to talk.

"Yes Pat"

"I...is it possible to follow you, sir?"

"I already selected a team, agents with low profile but very hard working, they worke only for me and have managed to keep my resources abundant, it is not my intention to cripple this organization any further taking more good agents on a doubtful travel that may very probably end with a lonely death to all participants. Even though, it could be handy to take a couple of witness with me, ready to get back to the core clan and inform of my progress...or decease. Postulants must first ask permission to your new highest authorities, Flinn and Tratpan may each chose a volunteer to join me."

A wave of raw enthusiasm rushed the crowd of young dragons.

With a respectful coyness, Crazyhobo asked permission to talk.

"Yes Hobo"

"With all due respect, my Archlord, I was wondering...back at the outpost, you challenged the Moderators with a nuclear dispositive linked to your heartbeats...may I ask...if its not much daring...was it..."

"Yes and no, one of three Interesting´s material legacies is, indeed, a nuclear mini dispositive, and it is indeed inside my armour, but I would not condamn the existance of the Black dragons at the mercy of my own life. It must be triggered at will, but Im sure Admin´s scanners detected the potential danger"

Most dragons couldnt dissimulate the awe before the revelation, their Archlord could chose to explode...as an atomic bomb...

"Yes, Im The Atomic Archlord, if you want"

The Elite ironically smiled, they already knew the sporadic and random, black, twisted acid humour of VoraX, but most others dont, and amazed thinking "He made a JOKE!!!"

"My team is already at the deck arranging the preparatives, I part tomorrow, with the two witnesses. That, for a part, will be all for now. Tonight I will meditate and rest here, for the last time, inviting the Dragon to come to me, and I will let him use myself as a channel, for a straight message from HIM, through me, to all of you. Until then, I salute you, my dragons. Dea Drakonum Spiritum Obscuritatis"

"FOR THE GLORY" echoed all the voices at the unison.

[VoraX]

Chapter 3 - Legacy

Next morning VoraX felt in perfect shape, he hasnt sleep nor eat, instead, he meditated on Seiza posture, quiet, without even a micro movement. He stood after the sun arised, at the moment the sky was a shiny red tapestry made out of iridiscent clouds. He could see the world surrounding him from an external perspective, watching his own body from avobe, as if his conciousness was a sphere around him, and his boy a puppet moved through invisible strings by his will. Two uniformed Dragons blowed bull horns, and in 10 minutes all the Dragons were before the rock altar, were he stood patiently.

"The first time the Dragon manifested to me, it was a night with a clear sky, full of stars. He presented himself as a constelation beneath conformed by other constelations, and then, I saw seven red stars. If you ever see seven red stars in the nocturnal sky, and follow its alignement, you will be able to see the Dragon by itself, in its full grace. Any of you who achieve such perception, will be such an agent from Him as I am. The Dragon will guide you to our destiny, our fate is to evolve into something unknown, this far, or perish. And remember...have children, rise them as warriors, or you wont be able to keep reincarnating. The Virus wants that. The Virus is the Angel of Death, sent by God to force us to change, or to destroy us. We must be demons, then Saints, then Angels, and finally God."

The inspired yet confused crowd suddenly get alerted by the crescent sound of two motors approaching the base, two vehicles were followed by clouds of dust and blood, screams of infected ending at the bottom of their unstoppable wheels.



Two PANHARDPVP waited until the doors were opened, the guards shooted at the infected ones who had follow them. After they enter, from each militar vehicle a driver arised from the inside. One with a metallic electric blue very complex armour, full of hidden tools and ammo. A blacksmoth hammer hanging from a leather belt, a Godly Crafted Rebellion rifle on his back and a set of powerful firearms perfectly mounted on his outfit. The other seemed as a modern ninja, with a katana on his back. They both saluted VoraX with their fist hiting their hearts.

"I will part now, TR_Headshot, Crazyhobo, go with Iteration X (the metallic electric blue armored man made a friendly inviting gesture with his arm), Modemkill, Meldon, go with Tenchu (the ninja-like person entered the vehicle without showing any sign). Dragons, Im proud of you all, we may not meet again, but the Dragon Spirit will keep us connected through visions and revelations. DEA DRAKONUM SPIRITUM OBSKURITATIS!!!"

"FOR THE GLORY ARCHLORD"

The vehicles left the base.



On Tenchu´s PANHARDPVP was also VoraX, everybody was quiet, not making a sound. When the infected surround them by large numbers with extremely high aggresiveness due to the motors, they shoot grenades near, then began to shoot with loads of powerful arsenal, this was the reiterative activity of the group for the time the travel lasted, in contrast with the talkative, charismatic and energic mood of the other trunk, as Iteration X talked with TR and Crazy.

"Ive been with VoraX for years, fixing his stuff and doing other things, Im an engineer, Im part of his Personnal Guard, a group of loyal persons whom life was saved by him while he was traveling to Nastya. You can call me Forge, by the way"

"Cool Forge, Ive think I saw you a couple of times, but I didnt know you were with VoraX, I didnt even know you was a Black Dragon."

"Technically Im not, Im with VoraX to the end of the world, as well are, and trying to pat back our life debts with him, we decided to serve him instead of his cause."

"Interesting" Claimed Crazyhobo "I didnt know any of that either."

"Yes, well, VoraX decided to keep it as a secret from most, thanks to that strategy, we all worked for him for years, making him rich in all kind of resources, we are behind him and claim no merit for our achievements, he decides who can rely on the stuff we accumulated, this way, the man grew up to be at the disposal of almost unlimited ammo, all kind of medical supplies, tools, armours, whatever-you-mention, we have it, and its his property, when Admin´s software discovered some of our darkest deeds, concerning comerce, he exiled VoraX, even if he only discovered the tip of the iceberg, well, I maybe talk too much, its exciting to finally be directly in touch with other people, Im a very social dude and I used to be relied to undercover activities for too long, I hope we´ll be friend."

"So we are all going with VoraX?" asked Crazy.

"Ermh, I really dont know, he doesnt give much explanations of his desitions till last minute y´know, I bet you already know how his behaviour kinda is."

"He was always kind to me" Proudly said TR "As a friend, I think"

"Yes, he is unpredictable too, making exceptions at caprice. Hey, look, there are Red Long Arms in our way, we better get rid of them or they could roll over this babies."

Three quartes of hour later, they returned to the vehicle.

"This gonna be fun, fellas."



The vehicles stopped after ten intesive hours, it was hard to travel by earth due to the aggro factor.
They were at the east coast, the Ocean at night seemed an infinite cold void. They had forgot such a sight in this so many years of struggle on the ground.

A metallic door from a storage automatically opened. The vehicles entered while the running infected behind them began to fall from shots out of nowhere.

"Who´s shooting?" Asked TR

"JexicA and OSM, two of three VoraX...ladies"

Both smiled at each other with malice.

The seven warriors go up a ladder to the roof of the storage, two beautiful, exhuberant women, one italian, curly redhead, green eyes with a GC USAS-12 and a GC Hawk-MM1, the other a brunnete asian, with a GC M82A2 and a GC Dragon SVD. They were putting metallic boxes of ammunition inside two AH-64 Apache.



"Wow" claimed Meldon.

"The Dragon Wings" Smiled Forge.

The four dragons were amazed at the sight. 

"If I may ask, from where these came for, and how is it they work, and the combustible..." asked Crazyhobo.

"Part of Interesting´s legacy, the nuclear dispositive, or Dragon´s Reckoning, the Dragons Wings, The Dragon´s Claws and the Dragon´s Tail" answered VoraX with solemnity.

"Dragon´s Claws and Dragon´s Tail?" asked respectfully Modemkill.

VoraX ignored the question and made a sign at the women. OSM attended every injurie produced during the travel, while Jexica prepared a nurturing dinner for all, with red wines and good meat. When an hour passed, all them well nourished and healthy, VoraX said:

"Its time to separate, TR_Headshot, Meldon, I appreciate you for coming this far, I have a last missions for you two." He made a sign so Forge and Tenchu throw each of them a key. "Take the PANHARDPVPs back to the base, they have all the weaponry and ammunition you may need, they are yours." He then stared at Modemkill and Crazyhobo. "You sure you want to join me?"

"Yes Sir" Both claimed.

The partners saluted between them. TR was emotioned.

"May the strenght of the Dragon be with you, brothers." said Modemkill.

VoraX, Tenchu and the women go inside an Apache, Crazy, Modem and Forge at the other.

The sound of the helixes began cutting the air as sharp blades, then they were almost invisible, and they were flying. VoraX helicopter went fast in the direction of the dark Ocean. Forge´s one stayed for a while.

"Arent we going to follow them?" Asked Modem.

"In a minute, I know the way, and I have some other orders."

The metallic door of the sotraged opened, Meldon and TR start driving, an horde of unliving creatures were waiting for them. Forge pull a trigger and two Gatlings cleared the way before them, he then pressed a buttoon, and two missiles exploded at two blocks.

"FOR THE GLORY!!!" Cried really out loud Forge, laughing without control, enjoying as a kid. Crazy began to laugh like him, Modem smiled.   

[CrazyHobo]

Before you begin reading this, I'd just like to tell, that this was my first actual story and that I have never wrote before. I fully understand, that my skills are no where near to the Archlord's, Flynn's, Modem's, Jarki's or out other writers and I admit, I fail at describing details in my story. I won't ask for you to go easy on me for this being my first story, I just want you all to know, that I tried and did, what I thought, was my best. If you, Archlord, believe, that I am bad at this, then feel free to replace me with someone else, I won't hold a grudge.
 Well, here goes nothing.

Driving back home.
“Holy ****, that’s one nasty explosion” – remarked TR_Headshot to himself, after Iteration X blasted their way from the helicopter. Driving through the now bloodstained streets, the duo of vechicles began their long voyage back home. Seeing a glowing green button, TR could not withstand the temptation to find out what that button does, so he read the words around it. The words were “comunicación por radio“. Seeing the word „radio“, TR immediatly pushed that button, hoping for some music to come. Instead, he heard Meldon’s voice, saying „Did you just **** pushed a button unknowingly, without figuring out what it does?“
„Hey, I saw the word Radio around the button, hoped to get some music“.
„Well, atleast we now have direct communication between each other. I don’t know about you, but I haven’t slept since we lest Dusk Base, so I could use a break. I remember seeing a warehouse a few miles from here, we can park the cars there and spend the night.“
„Aye-aye, oh captain, my captain“ – sayed TR with a cheerful voice.

After spending another hour driving, the two cars aproach a large warehouse, seemingly desolate and untouched by the zombies. Meldon personally remembers of how Dusk trapped a group of Ascending Dawn soldiers in a building, located on the outskirts of the city and cleaned from all blood.  The AD soldiers were ravaged that day, while Dusk had no casualties. Now Meldon thinks to himself, wheter this is also a trap or is it really an untouched building. TR_Headshot, on the other hand, was optimistic and joyful as always, albeit a big tired and not showing a single thought about a trap.
„Let’s check the trunk“ – suggested TR.
„Good idea, Vorax sayed something, about weaponry on the humvees“ – replied Meldon with a tired, yet aware voice.
The weaponry in the car amazed the duo. Grabbing an M60, TR_Headshot remarked „I’m finally gonna get into Reapers with this baby“. Meldon was also amazed at the wass weaponry in the humvees. Noticing a VSS rifle, Meldon closely begins examining it, holding it carefully, as if it was a baby. The words „Rebellion“ were engraved on the barel of the rifle. Diging deeper into the weapons cache, Meldon notices a blade in a leather sheathe. Extracting the blade, the young man is shocked to the sight of the word „Patriarch“ on the weapon.
„I got one in here too“ – sayed TR_Headshot, but he quickly raised his weapon, after seeing Meldon aim at the window of the warehose.
„I just saw movement there“ – replied Meldon with a very cold and serious voice.
Equiping some grenades on his belt, TR began to aproach the door.

The cold air sweeped around his face, as TR opened the door and illuminated it’s interiour with his flashlight. His mind completely focused on the objective, his muscles gripped around the handles of his massive weapon. Meldon followed shortly, aiming his majestic weapon at the things, that were concerning him.
They were in a room, with one door on the wall opposite to them and another one on their right.
The room was vast, but had no furniture of what so ever inside it, save for a desk near the door on their right.. Signaling for TR to cover him, Meldon aproached the table. A yellow table, with dots of blood on it. The table had a photo of a small girl and a Walther PPK pistol. Suddenly, a noise is heard in the room next to them, sounded like something fell. Calling TR closer to him, Meldon prepares to inspect the room.
His forehead covers in sweat as he gently knockes on the door.
„Your waiting for an invitation?“ – asked TR.
„Checking for zombies. They react to noises“.
They stood there for 30 seconds. Nothing came. Slowly opening the door, Meldon examines it from the door frame. This was apperently the manager’s room, as it was a small office of some sorts. Nothing seemed to be in there at first, but the duo was still cautious. TR stepped in.
Walking through the doorframe, he was surprised by the power, that had suddenly pinned him down on the floor. The entity, that grasped him, lost it’s grip, after Meldon almost immediatly kicked it off mid-air, aiming his weapon at the being.
Illuminating with his flashlight, Meldon was shocked to see a woman with a chef knife in her hands, face covered in tears and fear. A long haired brunette caucasian with eyes as blue as the sea was. Black T-shirt with blue combats and that was all.
„Graaaaah. What the fu..“ – sayed TR, but was interrupted.
„P..pp...please“ whimpered the woman.
 „Who are you?“ – asked Meldon, still aiming his weapon.
„Ss...s..Sabrina“
Giving out a loud sigh, Meldon lowered his weapon, kicked the knife aside and helped the woman up.
„Why did you attack us?“ – asked the sniper.
„I...was looting the area...“
„With a chef knife?“ – abruptly interrupted TR.
„Hush....go on, Sabrina“
„I heard roars from afar and thoughts the things were coming, so I ran in here. I hid here, hearing roars, but I didn’t know those were your cars. I haven’t seen one in so many years, I forgot how they sound“
„So that was you on the second floor, watching us?“ – asked Meldon.
„Excuse me? I got here only 20 minutes ago, I haven’t been to the second floor.
This news surprised both Dragon Agents. TR immediately aimed his M60 back to the doorway, sweating like a madman, for this was not the end of it.
Leaving the room, his nerves were almost broken, as he was ready to shoot at anything moving. There was only one door left. Slowly begining his mini-assault, TR focused on any noise, that could come.
Remembering Meldon’s tactic, TR knocks on the door. After waiting 20 secodns, he begins to hear something, similart to a baby cry.
Not understanding a thing, TR breaks into the door.

To his horror, he sees something, that he has never seen before: a little girl with two identical heads (Hence, 3D update blodspot), wearing purple skirts,standing with it’s back towards TR. She slowly turns, revealing their horrific grins and faces covered in blood, eyes white, but frowning.
It opened it’s mouths for a high pitched scream, that almost made TR a mute, before he opened fire at the thing. Ravaging the thing with atleast 40 bullets, he breathes deeply, as he has absolutely no idea what that thing was.
He almost killled off Meldon, when the later pated him on the shoulder to check, wheter he was alright.
„Easy buddy, your safe...for now“ – sayed Meldon with a calming voice.
Sweating like never before, TR slowly leans to the wall, trying to regain his breathe.
„Jeeze, Pat, we’ve seen worser things before, why you so scared now?“ – asked Mel.
„I..I d.dd...don’t know. That thing’s scream was....I don’t know, special?“ – replied TR.
Poking one of the shredded heads with his rifle, Meldon remarks „Well, it won’t be singing anytime soon....Hey, there’s the staircase to the second floor“, sayed Mel, pointing at the stairs.
TR was ashamed, that he had only noticed the staircase now; that little girl sure played a number on him.
„Sabrina, stay close to TR. I’m going in“ – ordered Meldong.

Meldon went upstairs, Sabrina was behind him, TR was covering the rear.
This warehouse turned out to be only two stories high, but it’s sheer size compensated for that matter. There were again, only two doors: one on the left, the other on the right from where Meldon was standing. Remembering how it started last time, Meldon examies the door on the right, knocks on it, waits, opens the door, examines it from the inside. It was another office room. Quickly checking both sides for any ambushes, Meldon calmly proceeds to examine the door, as TR is covering his back.
The table was also yellow and had green dots on them. A picture of a young man in his 17 years and a Nerotonin-2 syringe were lying on the table.
„This might come in handy“ – muttered Meldon to himself.

Leaving the room, Meldon and Sabrina notice the absence of TR and that the door opposite to them is open.
Not understanding a thing, Meldon suddenly hears machine gun rounds firing right in the room infront of them. Quickly rushing inside, Meldon is shocked at the sight: A green longarmed zombie, holding a large metal chunk, covering himself from the shots of the machine gun, slowly advances towards Patrick.

„MELDON!!! FLANK IT, NOW!!!“ – shouted TR through the screams of his machine gun.
Understanding the situation, Meldon with inhuman speed rushes to the left side of the zombie and takes aim. To his surprise, the beast throws something at Meldon with it’s spare arm. Dodging it, Meldon is amazed at the inteligence of this zombie: he threw a kukri blade at him with such strenght, that it penetrated the wall. Getting up, Meldon notices, that the shots are over. He is shocked at the sight, the zombie has bashed TR with the „shield“ and knocked the machine gun away. TR rises quickly and grabs his Patriarch Blade, preparing for the fight of his life. With lightning speed, he flanks the beast and dodges every attack it makes with it’s free arm. After dodging three attacks, TR gets behind the thing and slashes it’s shield holding arm. The beast lets out a large roar, as it drops the chunk of metal. Full of rage, it lashes at Patrick with it’s claws, only for him to parry every strike, then slicing it’s stomach after evading an attack. Releasing another roar, the creature lunges at TR with both hands, but Meldon shoots one hand away with his rifle, while TR chops off the second hand. The beast, full of agony and pain, lunges at TR, who evades the attack, then jumps on the creature’s back and begins to stab the back of the head multiple times.
After five strikes, the beast falls. Meldon lets out a sigh of rejoice, as the thing is dead, but he notices, that Patrick is standing a top of it, looking down at it. Suddenly, Patrick gets down on his knees. Meldon fears the worst: Patrick got infected during the battle. Aiming his weapon, Mel hesitates to pull the trigger.
„Pat. You ok?“ – asks Mel.
Sitting quietly for 10 seconds, TR places his hand onto the beast’s stomach and says „Dea Draconum Spiritum Obscuritatis“ and plunges his hand into the stomach.
His cold look is changed to an annoyed face full of rage, as he realises, that he’s holding a trench knife in his hands
„OH WHAT THE ****?“ – angrily sayed Patrick
Meldon laughs at the matter and rejoices, that his friend is not a zombie.
„Green loot sucks these days, friend. You should get used to it“ – remarks Meldon, while lauging inbetween the words.
After looking annoyed at the knife, TR slowly turns his attention elsewhere and points at the door „Where’d the chick go?“
Meldon reacted quickly. Getting outside the room, he begins searching. Shouting the woman’s name, he heard a response from the office room, that he checked before.
Bursting inside, Meldon sees Sabrina, sitting on the table, with her hands covering her legs and crying. Meldon slowly aproached her, rifle at ready. She could have been infected all along.
„Sabrina, are you alright?“. She didn’t answer, she continued crying. Getting closer, Meldon tries to get a better picture of what to do.
„Sabrina, I will kill you, if your infected“ – warned the Dragon Agent. He knew he was being harsh, but this is not the time to risk.
„I...I’m...scared“ – whimpered the woman in return. Meldon sighed and holstered his rifle. Holding the woman in his arms, he transcends down the staircase. An already cooled down Patrick was standing down there, dirivng the cars inside the warehouse.
„You look life a fireman“ – remarked TR with a small laugh upon seeing Mel.

„Shut up and close the doors. We’re sleeping inside the humvees.“ – sayed Meldon.
Gently putting Sabrina on the back seat of his car, Meldon begins examining her sleeping body for bite marks.
„Peeerveeeert“ – sang TR at the sigh.
Meldon ignored that statement. Not the time for jokes. Not seeing any bite marks, he is relieved, that he won’t have to take a life of a person today.


The adrenaline was no longer pumping in Meldon’s body, he was begining to realise how exhausted he is. Not wanting to knock onto the hard floor, he extract all keys from the cars, locks Sabrina in the second one and goes to sleep in the first car with Patrick.
They slept almost for a day and waking up, they felt a large hunger in their stomachs.
„Maybe the humvees have food?“ – suggested TR_Headshot.
Digging around in there, Meldon found some beer and chips in Forge’s car, while Patrick found sushi and some liquour in Tenchu’s car.
„Mel, I’m a beer man.“
„And I’m an every man“ – remarked Meldon with a smile.
„What about Sabrina?“
Showing a fried potato, he passes it to the girl, who thanks him and eats the potato almost instantly.
„Think we should start moving?“ – asked TR.
„Yes, we must. Sabrina, you will drive with me. Pat, you grab the other humvee. With luck, we’ll be back at Dusk Base by evening“

Boarding the vechicles, they begin cruising through the landscape once more. The scenery changed from a farmland to woods, to sub-urbs and finally, to the outskirst of Fairview. Once they reached the rusted sign „Welcome to Fairview“, a heart-warming feeling filled Meldon’s heart. So close to home, where the Dusk Agent would greet him and cook him food for the difficult task he and Patrick accomplished.

„Mel, we’re back in the city. Know what that means?“ –asked TR over the radio
„Zombies and rival clans, that’s what“.
„Yeah, so how do we handle them, incase we see them?“
„Drive through and rush to the base“
„Not the best plan“
„The only one we have at this point“

The driving was going good, until they reached the North-Eastern area. Dusk base was in the Eastern area.
Meldon feared, that they would attract too many creatures with the humvees. His fears became a reality, when TR rammed a Fat Green zombie.
„Boosh, 50 points for that one“ – sayed TR over the radio.
„You do realise, that zombies will be on our back now, right?“
„Umm....no?“
„Yeah, we’re kinda **** now“

They drove all the way through the North Eastern area and went south to reach base with an army of zombies behind them.
They were a mere 5 blocks away from base, when a wave of zombies came from the street ahead of them, which led to base.
They turned left.
To Mel’s horror, they reached a street, that was blocked by two blue containers and the horde was right behind them.
TR reacted immediately, by mounting the turret on top of the car and opened fire.
Meldon followed his motion and also fired from the turret, Sabrina grabbed Meldon’s rifle and began to shoot.

The sheer force of the turret was beggining to mute Patrick, as the loud racket of bullets piercing flesh and blood splattering drove him into a bloodlust.
Meldon stood there, sweating and afraid, that he wouldn’t live to tell the tale of his journey.
The street was covered in blood after 2 minutes of shooting, but no matter how many zombies they would kill, more would just replace the killed ones. All seemed lost, when they began to get closer and closer. The monsters were only a mere 50 meeters away from the cars and the horde seemed, like it would never end.
Meldon prayed for a miracle and got explosions raining from above.

„FOR THE GLORY!!!“ – shouted a man from above the rooftops, that fired an XM25 at the horde.
Suddenly, more explosions began to came and machine guns were firing from the roofs as well. Meldon probably never was so happy to see his brothers.
The door to the building on the left exploded and Dusk Settlers poured out of it, firing their AK-47s at the hordes. Finally, a man, wielding a USAS 12 and wearing a Trench Coat with a wolf’s face on it got out of the door and opened fire at the monsters. The duo quickly recognised the person as Thuggernaut, the armoury master of Dusk.
The zombie advance halted at those remaining 50 meeters. Then it was pushed back.
Thuggy bravely pushed onwards ahead of his men and shredded zombies with his shotgun. Others followed his example and followed behind him, pushing back the zombies.
The sheer firepower didn’t allow the zombies to get even a meeter close to them, as the men on the rooftops kept firing.
Explosions, machine gun rounds, shotguns, rifles, it seemed, like an entire army had came to save Patrick and Meldon.

„These zombies aint so tough“ – kept trash talking the armourer at the zombies.

Meldon and Patrick quickly drove the cars out of the blockade and turned left towards the base, with the Dusk Agents covering them. Mel was glaring at the Dusk stronghold, as if he never saw a more marvelous structure, even though it was just a bunch of buildings connected to each other and surrounded by a wall.
The gate opened and the duo drove inside. Slowly, the entire army pulled back inside the stronghold and closed the gate.
Thuggernaut, having some blood on his face, raised his shotgun and shouted „FOR THE GLORY!!!“ and the whole base shouted the moto in return.


2 weeks later

Meldon was sitting in the Dusk Canteen, eating meat and drinking wine, when his friend Patrick came in. Now he looked different, like having a picture of a skull on his mesh and holding a machine gun on his back.
„That baby did help you?“ – asked Meldon.
„Sure did, Ashley let me into the Reapers. You could get in there too, ya know“
„I got my own promotion. It’s where I belong, thank you“
„And what are you now?“
„Let me show you“

The two walked all the way to the bottom of the building, where about 30 people were just standing there unarmed. Patrick quickly recognised Sabrina among the bunch of people.
Patrick recogines this basement as Crazy Hobo’s emotional test room for the newbies.
Meldon slowly approached the people and with a cold and influental voice sayed
„Welcome into Dusk. Before we begin, I will need you all to answer two questions.....“

[VoraX]

Chapter 5 - Welcome aboard

"Ok, we are arriving at Dragon´s Tail gentlemen, enjoy the view"

Crazy and Modem began looking through the windows in all direction with expectation, as they were looking at different spots, Modem silently called the attention of Crazy nodding with his head at where he has seen something.



"Welcome to the "Veinticinco de Mayo" war cruiser, made at Italy it was an emblem of the argentinian army, with six 190/52 mm cannons mounted on three double towers with a maximun elevation 46º angle and a reach of 28 kilometers, six double mounted Odero Terni 102mm on the bands, six torpedo launcher pipes, in two triple mountings, and six 40mm machineguns, a max potence of 85000 hp and 32 knots of speed. It also has a runway for planes to land, but we only keep a reliable surveillance hidroplane."



Both comrades were stunned at the view, and suddenly Crazy features changed from surprise to doubt.

"Wait a minute, this kind of ship surely need hundreds and hundreds of crew to make it work, how the hell...?"

"800, originally, but we have solved the problem, so to speak."

"Id really want to know How?"

"Oh, I let VoraX show you later"

With mixed feelings, both comrades made the nessesary effort not to ask more questions, fightings with their curious guts. A man with a fluorescent yellow biohazard suit which covered every part of his body, including face, was waving two flashlights in the air, and he continue doing it even after the chopper landed, he only stopped waving his arms in the air when the motor was completly off and silent. When they got out, Forge leaded them inside, but at a distance from the guy, Modem realized his ankles were attach to the floor by shackles.



"Who´s that guy?"

"Torchy"

"What he did for being shackled to the floor like that?"

"He died"

"What? You mean he is a..."

Forge made an ironic grimace while opening the metallic door to the inside.

"No more questions for the moment please, I don´t wanna be scolded"

He took them through metallic ladders and chambers, as they advanced, they saw several of these yellow, sometimes orange full-suit "dead" people, performing different simple duties such as sweeping, waxing, pulishing and others as drones, none of them seemed to even notice their presence as they walked by. Finally they reached a pair of heavy, artistry ornamented doors, portrayed on a carved plate were the phrase: "Dea Drakonum Spiritum Obscuritatis". Forged opened the doors to show a big chamber, very luxury and finely decorated, there were black and red dragon flags hanging from the walls, silver chandeliers and in the center, a long table full of all kind of exotic, exquisite food and drinks. VoraX was standing at the distant head of the table, wearing his armour, decorated with a red cloak falling to ground from his left shoulder, but with his bald, tattoed head and face discovered, he displayed a bright blonde bear, his clear green eyes showed camadery at the same time its gaze seemed to pierce the barriers of skins when reading a person. At the sides of th table there were more than a dozen men and women, also standing, some serious some smiling, it felt as an ackward welcome commitive, but there were also a dozen black biohazard suited figures standing by the walls as guardians, with different melee weapons in both hands each, and two women dressed in an extremely provocative way, wearing latex corsette, belt suspenders, tiny panties, nylon stocks, high heels and full covering latex masks, featuring tribal tattoos and all kind of extreme body piercing pieces and chains. Crazy and Modem seemed to lost their tongues at the complex, bizarre scene. VoraX spoke:

"We welcome you to our company, please us by seating at our table and share this banquet fest of honor with us"

Forge showed them their chairs and all sit at the same time, with courtesy. VoraX clapped twice and pronounce the word "WINE" in a strong, definitive tone, each of the fetish waitress began to fill the cups with ritual mechanical movements.

"Im sure you have an ocean of questions whirling in your heads, Ill answer them, but first i consider priority to introduce you two to the crew, you have already met Forge, our engineer, Tenchu, our assasin, OSM, our doctor, and Jexica, our best chef, the young girl dressed as if going to a dark disco at noght is Sukkubus, she will assist you with laundry and other minor tasks, the woman dressed in jeans and shirt is Sarah, she that guy over there dressed as a cowboy named Rural and the other one who looks as a "gaucho" named Tractor will do their best to provide you food, my cousin Carolina and the guy who is smiling with smartass face, Baali, are our chemists, Caro will provide you vitamins and Baali artificial drugs, if you want to. Farenheit is our firefighter, he will teach all you need to know about security aboard, Verdatta is the soldier at charge of the arsenal, you can ask him for weapons and ammo, Jack Zuta administer our resources and OG, Mystery, Eevee and Fangs are sentinels."

They all salute with different gestures when mentioned.

"I propose a toast for you two sharing this trip with us, and for the Dragon Spirit"

*clink clink clink*

"Drink and eat, dont be shy, this is your banquet and we dont eat this well often, take advantage of the situation and full your bellies, you will honor the effort of presenting such a table"

And it was a dignifying banquet indeed, there were chicken pig and cow meat, all exquisitely prepared, all kind of spices and cheeses, fruits, vegetables, pastas, sausages, wines, champagnes, beers, juices...all presented in such an armonious pattern it almost caused shame to ruin it...almost.

"I have always liked good cheeses and extremely chili peppers" VoraX claimed with a smile, and Crazy smiled too at the revelation of a side of VoraX he has never seen, friendly and with a very good mood"

"Yes, Ive always had a good palate, is one of my weakness, even if I learnt to live with no flavours for years, I still love a good banquet, that and good sex are the only things left who provoques me a smiling face"

Almost everybody laught out loud, except the Tenchu and Modem, the most reserved, who couldnt avoid to at least smile, driven by the contagious mood.

"Eat and drink in peace, we will chat after we all are exhausted of pleasures, we have yet to learn from Rome legacy, I tell you more, it is good manners in my table to go to the Vomitorium, a room designated to vomit so you can return and eat more, if a man cant be Caligula now and then, he cant know what freedom and life means"

Amazed but pleased, Crazy and modem tasted the best banquet of their lifes, even their former lifes before the outbreack, new flavours seduce their sensualities and they remember for a couple of hours whats to be human. Tractor lighted a huge weed cigar and passed through the retainers. It was the perfect atmosphere, despising the mystery surrounding them, they both trusted voraX with their souls, allowing themselves to indulge in such excesive pleasures.

When they were all plenty satisfied to the extreme, VoraX stand up:

"As I said, you need to know a lot of things I can tell you about this situation, but checking on your state, I dont consider its the proper time. Go to rest, tomorrow we all will reasume our disciplinary behaviour, and we will treat serious matters."

He lift his wine cup, smiling with a rogue gesture.

"The ladies will show you your rooms"

Sukkubus took Crazy´s hand and OSM Modem´s one, with lusty smiling they took them out of the festing chamber. Before leaving, Modem watch his own face reflected on the morrored panel which covered the face of the last non-introduced melee armed guard, and effort to make an inner reflection, but that lasted less than a lesson, as the arm of that perfect female surrounded his hip, and her wet, flavourous tongue licked his cheek...

It was the happiest, hottest night, ever, in their lifes.

[VoraX]

Chapter 6 - Answers

Modem waked up early, force of habit, dazed and confused, his mind trying to chain the last night events into something coherent "oh right, the world has collapsed, Ive fought to survive for years, now Im on a war cruiser in the middle of nowhere with VoraX, this taste in my mouth is good food and...good sex, and this was a handover, now I remember" he thought to himself.

"Take those pills with the water" said the naked asian beauty laying at his side, his eyes were adapting to darkness "It´ll fix you, youll need to be clear now"

(grunt) "T-thanks"

"Dont be nervous, I wont ask you for love, we shared a pleasant night, thats all, could happen again, thats up to you. The showers are at the second door on the hallway, youll find clean clothes on the lockers."

"Thanks again...for everything"

"No need to, I like you as I see you are, bye for now beast" she smiled, but there was something cold about her, and that attracted him.



"Hey dreamer, wake up"

"Huh?"

"Its time, get your lazy ass off the bed" the femenine voice was full of life and kindness, as a happy teenager.

"Huh, right, what happened?" Crazy was actually travelling through deep oniric dreamscapes, he was flying and there were colours and also...

"You really have to ask? ncht ncht, Ill feel offended, you mean you dont remember?"

"Humm, yeah, I do remember, sorry, I mean, I..."

"Come on, take those pills, go get a shower, I let you clean clothes prepared, then go take a breakfast and present yourself to VoraX at the deck"

He was going to answer something, but a sweet, flavorous kiss interrupted him.

"Now go, go" She was laughing.


Modem and Crazy met each other at the showers, they smile with their gazes while getting undressed, both were sweaty and smell as "interchange of fluids". The showers were meant for a complete barrack, several dozens of them spread in a cold but well maintained bathroom.

"Quite a night, He doesnt stop amazing me" said Crazy watching his red "friend" (not Modem), it itches, it has being a long time since last time.

"Mhm" Modem smiled to himself while washing his head with shampoo (first time he used it since years)

Feeling clean and in the best possible mood, they presented at a small dinner room, JeXica saluted them when gave them a good, vitalizing breakfast. Crazy felt happy, Modem, he couldnt complaint, but both were ready and disposed to anything.

VoraX was looking at horizon through a window at the captain deck, Forge was sitted in the middle of two biohazard-suited "drones" as Crazy baptized to himself, checking on different electronic consoles, he saluted them with a smile and a nodding, Tenchu was standing still.

"I assume you are at full cappability" VoraX English was always strange.

"Yes Sir, at your disposal, ArchLord"

"Good, I value that, and your loyalty, but this isnt the army, call me VoraX"

"As you wish ArchLord... I mean..."

"Its ok, call me as its natural to you, now Ill explain you what you need to know. First thing, you may be confused about this guys right?" VoraX tipped the head of the closest "drone" with his fingers, as a drum. "These are, as you surely deduced by your own, infected ones"

Both eyes wide opened.

"Yes, even if you have suspected it, its natural it comes as a big surprise, let me explain it, follow me"

Accompanied by silent Tenchu, they went through some ladders and corridor, everything cold steel, old, but pulished and clean, as surgically sterilized. They entered a giant machinery room, hundreds of drones were working mechanically.

"This is my answer to the need of a crew, we have selected those infected whose previous labors while alive are compatible with what we need them to perform now"

"But why they dont attack us? isnt dangerous?" Asked Crazy.

"I was thinking the same thing" said Modem.

VoraX, helmetless, nodded.

"We have developed, in conjuction and after a lot of experimentation, a surgical and psycological procedure, Ill resume it as simply as I can, we have removed their teeth and nails, sew their lips, and replaced their blood with an hydratant serum which facilitates their articulative movements while drops down their agressivity, after the subject is that "innofensive" we condition them to perform simple, mechanical labors they instintivly remember from their previous lifes, the biohazard suits are extremely helpful too, isolating them from outside chemical stimulation such as odors. We have conditioned them as animals, and most have learnt to obey simple commands, such as "Work", Torchy", as Forge calls the one in charge of sign the landing spot, lights on and off the flashlights as long as he listens the sound of an air motor, in the improbable but possible chance it would be an enemy plane or chopper, we electrocute him through the shackles, he wouldnt "die" but he would...reset, so to speak"

"May I ask what about those melee armed black suited ones from yesterday at the banquet?"

"Those answer to the "Attack" command, they wont try to bite, we subdued that instinct, but they would use their arms to hit whatever new intruder would enter the doors, not those who were already inside, if that would fail, we could handle them shooting them at the head, of course, anyway, theres a minimun chance of contagion given our cautions."

"Outstanding" Crazy was genuinely amazed.

"Follow me" After a short trip, Tenchu opened a cranked door, inside there were some lockers.

"Put those gowns on, gloves, googles and chinstraps" They did so and passed through a double set of rubber strips, in the middle of those, a vapor bath dicontamined them. "This is the Lab".

An enourmus room with several divisions, with tables and glassware, presented before them, several chemist procedures were working on by themselves, survyed by Carolina and Baali. The latter spoke with a satisfied gesture, his tone was theatrical dramatic: "Im finishing the "DRAGON FRENZY, the FLYING DRAGON and the COSMIC DRAGON by tomorrow" After checking the dubious faces of the newcomers, he took a second to breath deep, full of proud of his work, and add: "My personal designs for ****, MDMA and MDA, sometimes good for planning strategy and even for battle, I reccomend..." "Not now, Baali" "Yes Sir".

Passing the glasswares, Carolina, an excellent geneticist and forementioned "VoraX cousin" (she had his eyes) showed them another big room displayed several stretchers with infected ones firmly attached to them, most horizonatally, a few vertically. "Welcome to the "Drone Factory"

"Ive called them just like that!" almost screamed Crazy.

"Its a natural name"

"What about those...girls...tho se..."

"You mean the waitresses?, I wont apologize for my bizarre tastes, I made them myself, I was a body modificator, a tattoo and body piercing artist, back at my old days, I like to keep the practice, and I accept my pervertions with a healthy artistry perspective." VoraX smiled, sinistry.

Afterwards they checked the arsenal, the respectful Verdatta, dressed in camouflage, show them all kind of weapons and ammo, in abundance. "Ask freely and youll be provided, you can always consult me, I know each single bullet here".

They checked the torpedo pipes and all the artillery mounted on the ship, after several hours, they were well instructed.

"You will be trained on using everything here, from radars, anti-air machineguns, cannons, how to pilot the Dragon´s Wings, the Dragon´s Eye, which is our surveying plane, conditioning of drones, whatever you need, you may not specialize on everything, but you need a basic of all, I want you to be Jack-of-all-Trades in three months, specializing on those areas you show talents, and, of course, I need you to pilot the Dragon´s Claws at perfection". Vorax made a sign to them to follow him to the surface. It was raining, the clouded sun was about to set. Two big structure were covered by black blankets. Tenchu disengaged the covertures and they witnessed the Dragon´s Claws.





"Osorio Tanks" whispered Modem.

"All yours, to assist me in this mission, Forge and Tenchu will train you."

They were excited.

"Tomorrow we begin the training, any other doubt?"

"Yes ArchLord, can we know where are we leading now?"

"Of course, we are going to France, to the original Secronom lab, where everything started..."





 

[VoraX]

Chapter 7 - Dragon

Natural. It all came natural to them. The last three months were entire lifespans. Several of them. So it was natural to them, everything, running, jumping, shooting, flying, driving, fighting, dancing, singing, loving, everything were so much...natural...

"It should always being this way" VoraX regrets "This, my brothers, is what it meant to be, we should have been as we are, just today, all our lifes, all alive humans, our ancestors, we were meant to servea great cause but...most have forgotten, and we all pay the price as specie. We are the innocents in Eden, my brothers" VoraX voice...VoraX eyes...were unusual in an undescriptible somehow..."We are the forgiven ones, the children running **** in the Garden. We are the creatures of Goth. The Architect has judge human specie as demoniacal and parasitarial. Gaia cried in pain, and Father chosed His most beloved creation. He chosed HER. And we, we are here reminding HIM, we are still beautiful..."VoraX eyes were wet in dignifyng tears...

Modem and Igor were in symphaty, they understood each word as a dagger in a hidden zone of their brains, and hearts...

So they were all naked.

At the highest stage of the ship.

All of the crew, the men, the girls...All naked under the pitchess blackness of night...the nocturnal Sky and the mirroring Ocean have made a silent pact, that very same Night, to hide the horizon line from the last uncautious little humans. It was an infantile and divine prank. They were absolutly submerged and inmerged and surrounded and pierced and.......BY STARS.......and VoraX voice, plenty of meaning from his deepest sense of soul...

"I Love You. You are Me. I may not be demostrative, and thats my way to give space to this moment...we all have consumed a distilled chemistry formulae, recipe, elaborated all this months with this moment as its objetive...and we have trained hard, and we have fasted for a week, and w have meditated all days...and now, my brothers and sisters, my beloved ones, now Im..." VoraX tears were faling to the ground while he was gently, smoothly gesticulating toward the sky, as seeing something others still cannot...but they all felt an unimaginable union between themselves, they all loved each other, no egoes, no fears, it were everything just...pure...VoraX was crying with his eyes, but his voice was in crescendo, firmly pronunciating each sylabe, as if each very sound would be so much trascendental to the main message..."I am sensitive..because this is what I see all the time in my loneliness...and now...You will share it with me....and I...I expected this...watch....the res no Sky...theres no Ocean....just us, tiny dust particles...nakd and vulnerables....and the STARS..." And VoraX stared at the nothingness, and the wholeness which surrounded them, and the part of his mind which fabricated words dissolved with the flux of moment...he was standing in the middle of the circle conformed by the men and woman in Seiza...and he opened his arms...as absorving the cosmos...and they all left their bodies at the same time...and traveled together as one in astral form, at thought speed, through spiritual valleys, and corners of Earth, and they dived into the Past and Future through the Askaric Record...and ultimately...

THE DRAGON.

In all Its splendor. the sum of all experiences... THE constellation made up by all other constellation together...

It was actually The DRAGON Itself, revealing Itself to them. Talking with them, being them...

They felt a million years of fire at lightspeed from outer space to carnal existance...and they all fade away at the impact...












Modem was suddenly irritated by the red sunlight which pierced his eyelids as fire punchs...the warm was comfortable, he felt his nudity and began to recall...

"Grungh" Igor was scrubbing his face...

They both opened eyes at the same time...

And they both jumped backwards instilled in ackwardly amaze...

What they was watching...was VoraX in flames...

VoraX stopped their initial, instinctive reaction of protectiveness with an open palm, and spoke:

"Im not burning, do not worry. Check at your partners"

They watch each other, they were involved in swirling flames as well.

"The Dragon Has Opened your Third Eyes, my Brothers, you can see auras now"

They began watching their own hands as if they would be something entirely new to investigate.

"The Dragon is pleased with us, It gave Us Gifts as rewards of our Discipline"

VoraX, always naked, climbed down the stairs, Tenchu jumped down using poles and landed nefore him. VoraX nodded Tenchu, so he opened a door to an inside big chamber of he ship...and hundreds of non conditiond infected ones, in rage, runned straight to the naked, vulnerable, and still figure of the ArchLord...screamin g in frenzied anguish, tormented by immortal unsatiable thirst of life, tey attackedthe ArchLord...but the ArchLord didnt move..and when they were all starting to react at the distant but near situation, when they were all actually concerned and realized...nothing they could do would be in time to save him...just at that moment of desperation...VoraX raised his arms to the Sky, staring at the Sun...and the infected stopped....

[Phi]

Chapter 7-bis - Three Stars

Then VoraX snapped his arms down, palms open, and the infected slowly but mechanically, fell down on their knees. After a few minutes of quiet contemplation, he addressed the same metallic double door from where they had spawned, as Tenchu, who appeared out from the shadows closed it again.

“I have perceived an ephimeral yet clear pale-glowing emanations from your body, My Lord, which surrounded the infected horde. I can recall to notice variations while you moved you arms, but I confess I couldn't fully understand what it was." Igor's eyes were looking inside his memories from the night before, while VoraX, Tenchu, Forge-X and Modem were listening him with plain attention.

 “What you have seen was actually my projected Pathos, as ancient Greeks called to the emotional vital energy all life beings shares through flux between them canalized into Ki, and thus, I was imbuing mine on the host organism, allowing me to domain and control the brain core, the reptilian pseudo-alive cortex, with my Willpower, in our collective Satori trip, the Dragon gifted me the wisdom to perform it, yes Modem? I can feel you have a question”.

"Indeed My Lord" He was harsh on himself at the monumental attempt to fully comprehend and assimilate the consequent effects of their spiritual experience. "It's about...certain visions which...impacted me the most, I cannot get rid from this fatalist sensation grappling my guts and twisting my inner peace...there were..." "Three stars” VoraX interrupted nodding. “Yes, indeed My Lord” Igor nodded too, astonished as well as Modem "Three angered explosions of fire, that was a vision predicting the future, as the Dragon is claiming three Sacrifices..."
 
End of Chapter 7

*The Archlord dictated this to me, and I edited and fixed the grammar to the best of my abilities.

[VoraX]

Chapter 8 - The Last Human War (Star One - First Sacrifice -)







All men aboard were now distributed in both Dragon's Wings at front of inverse triangular formation with the tranporter, the Dragon's Belly. Tenchu and Forge-X were pilots of the Wings, Modem as Tenchu co-pilot and Igor as Forge's one. The rest, the farmer bros "Rural" and "Tractor", " Doc Baali", "Bomber Fire-n-heat" and the ArchLord VoraX himself were on the Belly, pilot by Verdatta. All men but one, "Zuta", who was an old VoraX's uncle, in who he deposited his absolut entire trust, were doing this travesy. "Zuta" remaint on board Dragon's Tail with all the five pregnant, warrior women.



They arrived France all the way from Mediterranean Sea, making stops to refuel and research for data about the original Secronom Lab, from where the virus spread, coordinates. The ArchLord was determined to follow that clue to the last consequence. After weeks of disciplined maneuvering through rural and urban disolated scenarios, they were close enough as to witness a dirty, rusty, bloody Eiffel tower at a distance. The pilots played triangular ecuations between themselves with coordinates, scanning the ruins of the City of Squenched Light. Its streets and highway were mostly obstructed, a millionaire grey-blooded carnival of death, from both classes, the quiet  and the hungry ones. Mutated cannival corpses virally infected, pillaging chaoticly, being boring anguish themselves, reptilian brains fueled only by the will of artificial organism, alive, after all...alive... The ArchLord was half the time focus on his surroundings, the other half lost beyond the horizon, his Aura radiating intense colours. They were all one, one team, one mind, one faith, one body, one soul, ONE.

"We have a found the most accurate coordinates we are able to, we are very close, open your eyes Comrades, its down us, Over" they all listened metallized Forge's voice through the radios inside their Black Dragon Agents Helmet. Their High-Tech Gear were Master Crafted by themselves all together, equal to none. They search with binoculars, the dark clouded sky filtered the last sunlight rays.



"Something is wrong" Tenchu metallized radio voice was firmly and undoubtably affirmative. "I sense hostiles. Over." "I sense them too...francmasons" and with VoraX reply they all suddenly felt it clear as a feeling, they even felt their proximity...and their high speed, like radars, a bat colony, alerted, on their positions, working, flying ants, enjoying the well earnt adrenaline shots. "Helicopters..." Forge voice was distant in a world of Innuendo sounds, but they understood."Four, and they know what theyre doing. Over..fuckyeah.." "Are you ready to fulfill your destiny as Agents and share your blood with mine?" "FOR THE GLORY" was the extatic answer at unison, the empowerment was stimulating, to say the least..





"Atterrissez dans cet instant, dans le cas contraire nous ouvrirons un feu!" They all understood that French inmediatly, they were not going to negociate obeying. "FIRE" VoraX grunted, and the Dragon flamed, because, they were ONE. Crossing big caliber bullets both formations played chess, the six Apache two warring wasp hives, "Landing Eggs, Over." Verdatta claimed, this was his salsa, and then five ropes reached the messy concrete of Paris, the Belly left to cover. Howlings from thousands dead throats claimed their flesh, while VoraX extended his arms, and the infected stop. "Rural", "Tractor", "Farenheit" and "Doc Baali" covered the ArchLord inside a circle as he advanced in the middle, firmly staring at one specific point in his periphelical view, then the infected followed them, with what could be satiricly interpretate as respect. Dozens of uniformed french militars open fire from windows and corners, but the bodies of the infected shield them fine. Thousand of empty 7,62MM bullets rained over several blocks at round, missiles flight piercing the winds..."BOOOOMMMM!!!" one left, and another "BOOOOOOOMMM!!!!" and pieces of burning junk felt like a proper infernal rain of fire and metal and limbs...



Both Wings were damaged, no ammo left, and the two remaining "francmasons" machine guns kept making bigger and bigger holes, the cabins opened and the four Agents seats were propulsed in the gunpowder contaminated sky, black parapentes opened, four dragons flight at dusk, three of them landing on buildings, killing enemies while at it, as winged nocturnal predators, they punished the last human responsables, those who were directly connected with the outbreak.




While the fourth...




Tenchu directed himself at fall speed, without security belt, straight toward one of the french's Apache. At a certain distance, he released himself from straps, to flip over and grabb himself from one of the chopter wings, holding and climbing as a natural force, a modern ninja. With insuperable courage, unbreakable determination, ultimate athletism and animal grace, he managed to make the cabin explode using plastic, kill both pilots, and aim the controls on the other enemy direction. Tenchu silouette was lost in the exploding collition, taking the last rival airforce...and the Agents felt Fenrir's Rage growing as volcanic eruption from withing, as one of their most perfect brother return in honor and glory to the Dragon.

The rest was not a battle, but a massacre.