Fanficd for Zett's contest
Mon, 08/01/2011 - 09:53
“The Stars that I Know”
Its nighttime in the clockworks and the ever present hum and movement of the world beneath us reverberates through my body as I sit. Distant beams from the Gremlin Munitions Factory light up the sky. The smell of ash and grape jelly is carried by the wind across the bulwarks and towers that defend Haven and here I sit, amongst other Spiral Knights in a glorified ditch staring across an irradiated wasteland, of twisted mechanical parts, and the forms of broken Gremlins and Knights. My eyes drift shut, and for a moment I dream.
I dream about the stars I saw when I was young. I dream about the familiar constellations of stars of my lost home. I dream of the familiar things that comforted me. I dream of the wings of the Kingfisher that sweep across the sky breaking it free from the inky canvas of night as it soars around the star Cygnus X1; Cygnus X1 which glimmers in the center of the Celestial Guard’s shield as he stands between the accretion disc of Centarus A and the rest of the galaxy. His hand clutched around the constellation Argentes as he prepares to fire into the darkness. I see the flowing veils of the divine maiden, which in my dreams shimmer with a brilliance that accentuates their divinity. In this dream I see the darkness coalescing and warping around Faust’s blades as he stands vigil beside the Celestial Guard. The four stars that makes up his arm raises and he points. Both Faust and the Celestial Guard look and marching towards them are twisted shapes, cubes of gelatinous strength, trees of iron and red wood shambling towards them. I dream in this dream of charred and burnt corpses of things long dead, the glowing phosphorescent silhouettes of butterflies. I see the Celestian Guard raise his Argentes and fire amongst the oncoming tide. From the barrel of his weapon stars are flung forth and amidst their ranks the stars supernova, yet their tide continues unabated, undiminished and still ever determined! The enemy horde undeterred advances, the very universe begins to shake. Stars glittering begin falling from the sky. I can feel the vibration now…..
My conscious mind begins to awaken from its slight reverie as it can no longer correlate what my body is feeling with my dream. It begins to wake me, the falling stars are flares launched from Haven to illuminate the irradiated wasteland. Still groggy I hear a voice, “Weapons at the Ready!” Coming to my feet I drive the tip of my Crest of Almire into the wall of the trench in front of me. “Hold your FIRE!” I feel my own lips forming out the words as I blink the sleep from my eyes. My own version of the Argentes is pressed down on the rim of the shield to steady my shots. I see shadows moving, darting hither and yon. Wolvers……moving quick, “Pulsars! NOW!” I hear myself shout.
All along the trench a cacophonous roar of energy discharges spew forth in a wall of pure of malice. The orbs of energy swell with murderous intent as they sally forth. Then in unison they all burst their hateful rage upon the ground. The wild yelps of wolvers in pain are drowned out by the relentless barrage and everywhere the exploding malice begins flinging wolver parts across the field, Sharp Fangs, Bushy Tails, Monster Bones are raining down everywhere. It continues like this as Spiral Knights fire their weapons well past the overheating point. The rhythm of battle begins to change, the line of explosions begins to waver.
Tinted optics that had covered my eyes when the initial bombardment began, digitally silhouettes trees through the bright explosions. The shambling trees have entered no man’s land. “All Weapons FIRE!” The darkness of night is shattered by tens of thousands of stars flung forth from the Spiral Knight’s line. As Callahans, Sentenzas, Alchemers and their brethren open fire. The steady pulse of massed weapons fire begins to slacken testament to wolvers that have broken through the hail of gunfire.
A wolver explodes from the ground near me, it savages a fellow Knight. Leaving my shield buried where it is I draw my Final Flourish as it lunges at me. I spear the fast animal through its gaping jaws pinning it into the ground, the beaming tip of my Argent Peacemaker jams into its eye. Instantly I can smell the scent of charred flesh from the white hot tip of the barrel, which is followed by the scent of offal as a deluge of rounds penetrate through its tiny cranial vault and exits out its body. All across the line blades have been drawn and Knights are charging forth into no man’s land to deal with the horde in melee combat.
Leaving the flourish impaling the ghastly remains of the wolver, I pull my shield from its temporary dirt support and charge into fray. The next moments are awash in indigo ghost trails of my Gran Faust blade swinging amongst the non-shielded gremlins. The gleaming purple blade parts their flesh exposing their entrails in wide sweeping strokes. Then as suddenly as it began it ends as the horde is defeated. I’m stunned for a moment, as my eyes dart about looking for something new to sweep into the afterlife.
There’s a half hearted cheer that dies. The Spiral Knights who were the best of the best on the Skylark sully their armor and gloves as they go about the grisly joy of collecting materials. Ribs are pulled from the charred husk of undead. Piles of Sharp Fangs appear as pliers are used on the mandibles of wolvers. Amidst this barbaric carnage I begin to make my way slowly across no man’s land to my little hovel in the dirt, I stop and gaze into a bright point of light in the ground. A Flare? No….. it is a Spark of Life. Reaching down I hold what was once a creatures spirit. This brilliant beautiful immutable representation of life that I hold in my hand, I ripped from its mortal coil, is worth a profit now……
“Captain Ser, you’re not going to take that?” I toss the Spark towards the Knight, “Take it nublet I no longer have a taste for what the reaper gives us. It is yours.” My eyes do not need to gaze upon him to know that he is young to the order, itching to prove himself and gain accolades, Itching to wield ever more destructive weaponry. My footsteps carry me to the lip of the trench. As I look over it, I meet the barrel of my own Argent Peacemaker.
It’s held by a small tier 1 gremlin. I can see it does not have long to live. Its left eye looks like it has been mangled by a blow from a thwack hammer. The indentations running superior to the crushed ocular orbit confirms my suspicions. The barrel is twitching its remaining good eye has an empty murderous stare. Click, it pulls the trigger, it pulls the trigger again and again, the double action hammer slamming down against the cylinder containing the ammunition. Smiling, I tell the gremlin, “The Antigua line is an ancient series of firearms. It uses an inefficient form of propellant. Which cause a carbon build up that can sometimes foul the hammer of the weapon.” It has no comprehension of the information I just told it, what it does comprehend is that it can not harm me, it will not have victory over me. I drop my shield. Its eye looks down following the shield. Distracted now, I grasp the barrel of the Peacemaker pulling the gremlin forward and allowing its own weight and momentum to drive itself into the tip of my Faust. The blade grinds against the lowest intracostal rib which deflects it down through its organs to scrap grindingly across the iliac crest of its hip before exiting through its back. I let the body now acting as a scabbard for my Gran Faust fall to the ground. Whereupon I sit between my grisly trophies.
Looking at the wolver head with the Flourish holding it in place I ask. “Why do you still fight us?” Its only response is to drip coagulating goblets of blood intermixed with brain matter, through the gaping hole in its cranial vault. Turning to the small tier 1 gremlin with my Gran Faust impaled through its body, “You will only know defeat at our hands. There will be no victory for you.” It replies by staring blankly through its eye at the sky and the stars. I gaze up for a moment as the darkness descends on the trenches. These strange stars offer no comfort, nor do they offer any stories of heroes that have passed into myth and legend. Looking on them now only reinforces the lonely fact that I am not home. Beside me the Equestrian contingent I lead begins to return to their places at the trenches. As I stand on the precipice of dreams I can see the Kingfisher beginning her flight towards Cygnus again and the melancholy of being lost and alone wanes just as long as I can see the Stars that I know.
Tue, 08/02/2011 - 22:52
#2
What make syou think I didnt
What make syou think I didnt write this Devil?
Wed, 08/03/2011 - 01:46
#3
Dont really have a reason.
Whats your age?
I just found it strange for a teenager (if you are one) to write words like "All along the trench a cacophonous roar of energy discharges spew forth in a wall of pure of malice" or "The blade grinds against the lowest intracostal rib which deflects it down through its organs to scrap grindingly across the iliac crest of its hip before exiting through its back."
Maybe you took it from a novel?
Wed, 08/03/2011 - 01:58
#4
@DevilXtreme
I have almost no
@DevilXtreme
I have almost no doubt that this is original work by Valv. I don't understand why you'd even assume he's a teenager in the first place. I've read lots of fiction on the internet and just because someone plays Spiral Knights and is possibly a teenager, doesn't mean that this isn't his. Anyone educated enough can write fiction. I'm only 18 and I can write things equally as complex as this.
While this is a very well done piece for a fanfiction, there are no doubt better pieces out there done by less-abled people. A few grammatical and punctuational errors here and there, but nothing to derail the piece itself. Nonetheless, to react in such a way to a piece like this, that only proves that you are in waters which no doubt exceed your comfort. Therefore, if you're going to participate in the contest, I would encourage you to not only respect other participants but to step up your game.
Thu, 08/04/2011 - 01:59
#5
o.O
1) HE IS A BOY?
2) You sure sound 18. Im just 14 :P I can refer you to some of my better artworks in fiction if you like.
Mon, 08/08/2011 - 00:06
#6
...
scary. really good.
read
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scary. really good.
read mine! which one do u think will win?
Mon, 08/08/2011 - 06:53
#7
This is funny!! Not the
This is funny!! Not the fanfic, I haven't read it yet, but your accusations that he copied it from somewhere. Where would he find sentences to copy that would fit in a fanfic about Spiral Knights?? That said, even though someone may be very young and not use this vocabulary naturally, I think any good speaker can write like this if they only take their time to think about wording. Not everybody writes hurriedly.
Mon, 08/08/2011 - 09:29
#8
Man, that was really great! I
Man, that was really great! I could comment in more detail, but let's just leave it at that - just great!
I think if the Wolver could answer your character's question, it would answer with another question: "Why do you keep killing us?"
I don't understand why the Spiral Knights have to kill all these animals in the Clockworks. And what about the Gremlins? They look intelligent and organized, why doesn't somebody try talking to them to know more about the Core? Is it okay to just terminate the natives in order to get to the Core?
Tue, 08/09/2011 - 18:36
#9
The Things that We are Asked to Do
I was bored this isnt an entry. Just a continuation.
The incessant patter of rain drenches Haven. In the central cluster near the Auction House, the crystal drops collect on the blades of grass. The collected drops combine and drip atop the cobblestones and slip away as clean as when they formed in the sky. While elsewhere where the sounds of the whistling sound of the gremlin forge breaks the patter of the rain, the gutters fill with the broken dirty bits of life. Half drank canisters of fermented flowers, the remnants of a night of joy. There bobbing in the clogged drain a warped hydro spanner, the final resting spot of some poor Spiral Knight’s lifelong dream. There in the wash, foaming with the collected dirt of Haven, a discarded pennant. The pennant might have been waved over some victorious battle, or been held by someone with dreams of victory, honor and lifelong service to Spiral Command. Here, now it floats, its colors muted by the dirt washed into it by the rain. Here it rests dishonored, reflecting the red light from a light tower that has since lost the luster that it once carried.
In this muted red darkness Valivarre sits, his eyes watching the rain distorted through the murky contents of his upheld glass. Littering the ground about him discarded haphazardly empty bottles of the foul drink of his choice. A wheezing cough bursts from Ser Valivarre, and some of the murky liquid falls atop the battered steel of his table preceding a think coil of smoke as the substance scars the table. He lifting the cup again to stare at the flashing light. The cup held in his hand shakes, while his vision blur. A gremlin whistles pierces the night, and he’s making his way towards the escape hatch. The calm over head voice speaks without regard to the terrible message it gives, “All hands to escape pods. All hands to escape pods. This is not a drill.” In his drunken stupor the glass shakes, to the motion of the Skylark’s last moments. Through the glass he sees the distorted view of a Spiral Knight glistening in resplendent armor, while his inebriated mind translates it into the cowering form of a Spiral Knight on Skylark clutching a wall he shouts, “COWARD!” Then, Valivarre in his daze finds himself crashing towards the new world. There’s a flash of pain as his face hits the pavement followed by pressure on the back of his skull.
“This is your ace in the hold? Certainly Lord Knight Commander this cannot be him! This Knight is a drunkard! Who has not bathed in weeks, look sir! He still wears the uniform from his court martial! Its turned a disgusting yellow from the grime but it Is still there. Such a filthy soldier!” The pressure present in the back of his skull brings his mind back from its inebriated state, just slightly. “Get your foot off me before I insert it so hard into your face, your unborn children will feel it.” The incessant pressure became painful for a brief instant before being let up.
Pulling himself wobbly to his feet, his eyes focus on the Lord Knight Commander. “I would salute you but I seem to have misplaced my commission. So I will just go back to drinking.” Without further fuss Val found his seat and lifted the decanter in the direction of the Lord Knight Commander. “Well, now I am tempted to spit at you, but my mouth is a bit dry at the moment so I will drink to you. Long live the Lord Knight Commander may his totalitarian reign be ever oppressive!” The Lord Knight Commander, looked at one of the upturned chairs and looked pointedly at his adjutant. Valivarre’s eyes followed and a smile crossed his face, “Hi! What’s your name? Would you like a drink?” Val offered his decanter, which she pointedly ignored.
Quickly she lifted a fallen chair and dusted off the seat and offered it to the Lord Knight. With a bit of disdain in his stoic demeanor he sat opposite the drunken Valivarre. “So, Gabriel, what are you doing slumming in this neighborhood? I am fairly certain that you aren’t here to find a date. Nor are you here to enjoy the fine vintage that I have.” Val once again lifts the bottle and swigs from it. “Give me a drink of the Val. It’s been a long time since you and I drank together.” The decanter was passed, and swigged. The corners of Val’s mouth began to curl upwards. The moment the decanter was lowered Gabriel immaculate in his polished uniform curled forward and began to cough. The epaulettes upon his shoulders shook with the violence of his coughing fit. The gold buttons of his white uniform ground against the stained metal table as he hunched over it. Val’s grin broke out into a round of laughter.
Sitting beside The Lord Knight Commander Gabriel, his aide de campe, rose and began to fuss. Her own uniform a mirror of the one worn by Gabriel, with less marks of rank began to soak up the grimy dirt as she checked over him. A few more moments of coughing before it subsided and with eyes blood shot from the coughing Gabriel stared at Val. “You have the most revolting taste in drinks.”
“And you Gabriel Lord Knight Commander have the most revolting taste in military matters.” “Old friend.” Val snorted derisively. “I am not here to look in on a friend whose career I have crushed.”
“You shut your mouth Gabe, I followed you from the lofty central highlands to the depths of this forsaken new world.” Val turned his head into the street and spat, as the idea of this new world made bile rise in his throat. “without once questioning why. After all that I get in a drunken fight and in the process so what if I beat up a Knight Captain…..” “It was four, Ser Valivarre, and a squad of military peace officers.” His adjutant interrupted.
“Well whatever, they had it coming! They were from that blue blood cohort. You remember them, and that one time they came marching in and busted us out of that tight spot up in the Bitter root range?” Gabriel’s head nodded, “Yes I know them very well. I even know their Knight Captain. His tongue by the way is healing after you tried punching him in the mouth in an effort to have his teeth cut it off” Val sneered before taking another swig. “That’ll teach that worthless dairy farmer to keep his mouth shut around me.”
“Look Val, can we let sleeping dragons lie?” Gabriel had folded his hands in his lap. Val, sneered again. “If you had listened to me when I said that, up in the Bitter root back on home that dragon wouldn’t have cornered us!”
“At any rate, I hate seeing you my friend, who I have stared at death with, be like this.” Gabriel waved his hand and indicated the decripid conditions that Val now found himself in. “So I want you to take Huxley here into the clockworks to collect some data. It’s an easy milk run. Get her in and make sure her data gets back to scientists that run this show.”
Valivarre holding up the bottle to ensure that there was no more liquid in it spoke “I thought she was just a pretty aide de campe of yours.” Ignoring the open insult to the Science officer, Gabriel left a metal container on the table. “There are your orders along with a signed docket you will present to the Master of the Armory so that you can retrieve your armor and equipment. You leave tomorrow at dusk.” Gabriel reached into his pocket then carefully placed a crown on the table ensuring his gloves did not touch the table surface, “Have a drink on me, then have one for me.” Gabriel and Huxley both rose and departed, leaving Val alone with his orders.
He stared for a moment at the cylinder. With no real ability to decline the mission his hand reached for it to read his orders.
“I Gabriel Lord Knight Commander of the Celestian Guard hereby reinstate Ser Valivarre. Notwithstanding, his previous altercations that occurred while off duty. The aforementioned individual will have full access and privilege due his new rank of Knight Captain. Equipment that was confiscated from him will be returned to him. Removal of his court martial from his records will not occur. Reversal of his sentence will instead occur. Operational restrictions that are placed on all Knight Captains will be amended to allow Ser Valivarre to complete his mission. Gate access will also be amended. All individuals who are shown this letter are to show Ser Valivarre Knight Captain of the Celestian Guard their immediate attention. The individuals who do not do so will be stripped of rank and title. Exacting punishment from those who do not show immediate attention will be at the discretion of Ser Valivarre.
On the following page
Miss Huxley, Val will require you as an escort. Under no circumstances are her instruments to be tampered with, the readings she takes is her mission. Reprimands from me will occur if you in any way damage her instruments. Delve to the correct depth that she needs. Eliminate all threats to her. Remember, that your job is to ensure the completion of her readings, do not jeopardize that aspect of the mission.
Valivarre leaned back in his chair and sighed deeply. His eyes stared into the table top and at the crown resting atop of it.
Valivarre carefully re-read the signed dockets of his reinstatement. Taking each sentence line by line to ensure he had read them carefully. Finally satisfied that he understood he leaned back in his chair. Despondently his gloved hand reached out, he fumbled with the coin cleaning some dirt off the table with fingertips and called for another bottle.
Sat, 08/20/2011 - 12:03
#10
This is some amazing
This is some amazing fanfiction. There is nothing more that can be said about this.
Sun, 08/21/2011 - 21:09
#11
The Stars That I Know
Love the title. A little purple with the prose, but your terminology is excellent.
Wed, 08/24/2011 - 02:13
#12
This Brave New World
“You know Huxley I am Ser Valivarre and I do wish today was going better” The bright flash of spewed fireballs from the gun emplacements ahead cast a searing light over the hunched form of Ser Valivarre and Adain Huxley. They had taken refuge behind an embankment that the ambushers had missed. “When we were on the way down I knew! No amount of pretty was going to make this any easier!”
Dirt was shaken off the embankment as gremlin landmines thundered their anger. As the dust was settling from the explosions Valivarre stood and began answering with his own weapons fire. The Argent Peacemaker ripping out single fire rounds keeping the gremlins on their side suppressed. “Dammit HUXLEY! Stand and deliver! Pour it on!” His left hand which had braced the foregrip of the Peacemaker grabbed her by her hair pulling her up. “Fire on them you good for nothing woman!”
Screaming her fear out she depressed the firing stud and the snap whip of energy discharging from her blaster paired with the near automatic single fire of Valivarre’s weapon. Dropping his Peacemaker Valivarre charged leaving her standing there firing. Halfway between his safe embankment and the hardened position of the gremlins he drew his Gran Faust. The Gran Faust began whispering as it left its sheath. It took Valivarre five strides before he dove feet first into the gremlin trenches.
Seeing Valivarre charge Adain Huxley followed discarding her Blaster as she took her first step. Her feet pounded in unision with her racing heart as she sought to catch up with Valivarre. All to no avail as the calibur she wielded caught against her shield forcing her to miss her stride and stumble. Sprawled out on the ground Adain saw the Gran Faust swing at a scatching speed leaving ghost images in her vision. The Gran Faust launched a pair of gremlin hands into the air that landed across her brigadine armor. The overlapping plates of metal meant to deflect incoming attacks worked just as well against the gremlin blood as it oozed from the severed limbs. The pooling ichor beneath her stained her gloves as she struggled to her feet. The sounds of shield impacts and demonic whisperings of Valivarre’s Gran Faust as it cut the air urged her on to support Valivarre. “Friendly coming over!” She hollered as she vaulted into the trenches.
THUMP!............. THUMP!..........THUMP! went the pounding in her chest. Peripherally she saw Valivarre had cleaved a gremlin with such force that his blade had cut through the gremlin and lodged there in the ground beside it. His back was exposed and a Gremlin was swinging its hammer at his back. She noticed the crazed look in the Gremlin’s eyes/ She noticed the watch on its wrist, a string of super heal vials across its chest. The way its grip shifted as it began an inexorable swing to pummel Ser Valivarre. Her blade was cutting through the air as the hammer swung down, they collided and the blow to Ser Valivarre was fouled. The Gremlin and Adain Huxley collapsed into a heap upon the ground. Its enraged scream filled her ears as it struck against her Spiral Helmet. Her eyelids clamped down as the writing Gremlin beneath her began to fight. With her eyesight closed she began to swing wildly bashing her buckler against the thing’s face. Over and over she felt the impact of her shield against the Gremlin through her arm. Over and over she struck as she spent her rage and fear.
The Faust blade pulled free from its earthen coffin, causing Valivarre to stumble back against the far wall of trench. His breathing was slowing as he laid there catching his breath. The drum in his ears from his heartbeats was not. Looking over he watched for a moment as Adain was beating the lifeless corpse. With each hit she yelled something between a cry and a shout. Valivarre reached out and grabbed Adain by the shoulder and pulled her off. “Enough! It is dead!” Turning with a scream she swung her shield at him. He took the blow to his armored shoulder. Once again he told her, “Enough! It is dead and it is over.” She stood there her chest rising and falling, her armor dented from her fall, covered in gore looking ready to do it all over again. Wild eyed her shield was held in both hands to be used as a bludgeoning weapon she took great gasps of air as she stared at Valivarre. “HA! I am Ser Valivarre and I do believe that war agrees with you.” Dipping his fingers in the blood pooling in the trenches Valivarre drew a spiral on the forehead of her armor. “I Knight Captain ser Valivarre welcome you to the fraternity of war. May it always be this kind to you.”
“Ser Valivarre, is combat always like this?” Adain had asked after she sank to her knees.
“When we win, yes” Valivarre squinted watching the retreating gremlins.
“and if we don’t? “
“Well sweet pea, if we lose, we won’t ever need to wonder about anything again.”
A shuffling noise pulled Valivarre’s attention. His eyes found the gremlin who had lost his hands to Valivarre’s swing. Dirt had covered the bloody stumps of its arms as it tried to escape the two Knights. “I am Ser Valivarre and my defeated enemies never suffer.” Standing he inserted the demon blade into the base of the Gremlins skull.
“That is the third honorable thing I have seen you do today Ser Valivarre.” Adain rose and watched the retreating Gremlins.
“Oh, and what was the first and second?” Valivarre asked as he cleaned off the Gran Faust.
“When you promised to stop staring at me from behind. The next when you promised not to ask me what I am studying.” A quiet chuckle, bubbled up from Valivarre. “Well I am Ser Valivarre and I like my women pretty. It’s also obvious that you are studying the core. When you spend this much time in the clockworks like I do, you notice that as Gates cycle, the Gremlins get out of dodge really fast.”
“Well Ser Valivarre we have 4 cycles before the Gates cycle and a gun emplacement between us and the elevator out of here” Drawing the last sensor probe she buried it in the ground. “Which means Huxley we have no time, leave the guns and your blade we need to get moving, just dash past the emplacements, Ready? GO!”
The two of them rose and they began a mad dash across the ground. Burning fire laced the air around them. Behind them a slow roar began to build. The ground began to stretch as a blue background glow filled the horizon. Pieces broke away and began their descent into the core. The lattice work of support beams beneath the ground began an ever increasing cascading effect.
Leading the pair Valivarre rounded the path into a gun emplacement. The awaiting bolt of elemental energy spent its energy against Valivarre stumbling him. Huxley coming up behind Ser Valivarre caught him while the ground beneath the gun puppy was ripped away pulling the gun with it. “Oh my gallant Ser Valivarre, look you are allowing a woman to carry you to safety. Aren’t you supposed to be carrying me?” The charred hole through his armor, reeked of burnt flesh. “Huxley” Valivarre had a rasping coughing fit. “Leave me.”
“Not a chance, we are both of the fraternity of Knights forged in battle I will not leave you.” Stumbling, as she carried him towards the elevator. “Val?
Valivarre? Don’t you fall asleep on me.”
“Tell me something sweet pea. Keep me awake.” Valivarre murmured incoherently.
“We have a theory, Valivarre, that when the gates cycle it opens a clear path straight to the core I…I don…..I can’t tell you anything else Valivarre.” Valivarre stopped and brought himself to his full height. The wound no longer hindering him. Aidan Huxley looked at him. “Your…..your wound?”
“Painful sweetling, but not mortal. I have had worst.” Valivarre reached out and struck her a blow knocking her helm off, sending her reeling to the ground. “Do you hear that? That roaring sound coming from the edge of the depth? That is the sound of the world falling into nothing! This is what happens when you are stuck at a depth as the elevator changes! The depth collapses in on itself! NOW! Tell me Adain Huxley what are you measuring here?”
“Stop this Valivarre. Please, I promise I will forget you struck me!” Valivarre came forward and delivered a scathing kick to her side. She cried out, “Ser Valivarre you and I are allies, member of the Spiral Knighthood Ser Valivarre! When I get back I can assure you the Lord Knight Commander will know that you tried to kill me!” Huxley was yelling now as the window howled around them. The only remaining parts of the depth began to began their spiral into the depths of the vortex.
Valivarre drew his final flourish. Stepping on her forearm he drove the blade between the radius and ulna through her armor. Tears streamed from her face. “When the gates cycle, the entire level is sucked into the core, we are measuring the width of the vortex to see if we can remove the core through the vortex.”
“So you are stealing the core?”
“Yes Valivarre! If……if you let me go, I won’t let Lord Knight Gabriel know of what happened.”
“Actually sweetling, he ordered this interrogation. He also ordered your murder. Close your eyes sweet pea it will go easier for you. I am Ser Valivarre and my enemies do not suffer.”
Epilogue
Arrayed around a circular table, Lord Knight Commander Gabriel sounded his gavel once. “Your report Knight Captain?”
Standing from his seat at the table. “Yes Lord Knight Commander, it is as we feared the Science department is trying to steal the core. Adain Huxley was measuring the width of the vortex to see if they could draw the core through the vortex and into the Skylark.”
Lord Knight Commander Gabriel steepled his fingers in thought. “What of Adain Huxley?”
“I regret to inform the council that she did not survive. She was caught between retreating gremlins and a gun emplacement. The subsequent Vortex took her body to the core. It is unrecoverable.”
With no hint of remorse Gabriel spoke, “What a pity. Well Ser Valivarre we release you from this Council meeting, I trust I can find you in your usual haunt.”
Follow Valivarre in the upcoming fanfiction
Do Men Dream of Living Sheep?
Thu, 03/29/2012 - 01:50
#13
Bump
Working on new fanfiction
By the way 50 ce for the person to find the hidden message in Lord Knight Commander Gabriel's message.
Thu, 03/29/2012 - 04:13
#14
Hamburger Hill
“I am a ditch”
Quad beams of lightning blue death seared the air above Valivarre.
“I am a frozen pool of blood in a ditch”
Debris, and body parts rained down atop of Valivarre as explosions shook the ground.
“I am a shivering Knight Captain, who is trying to be a frozen pool of blood in a ditch”
A background whistle began to fill the air.
“I am a disgusting worm who is also a shivering........”
Gauntlets appeared at the lip of the ditch that Valivarre was trying to hide in. Instinctively he grabbed the hand and pulled the Knight in.
The heap crashed atop of Valivarre as the background whistle became a scream. The scream ceased as the quad beams rent the air above the two of them. “So nice of you to invite a girl into your most beautiful hiding place Captain”
“I am nothing if not accomodating to the fairer sex” Valivarre nodded towards the other Knight lying atop of him, “especially in these circumstances.” A mailed hand covered his visor as a very sharp knee jabbed him in a soft crease along the edge of his breastplate.
The knight atop of him part scrambled and dragged herself off him. Once off of him, she righted herself and they both began to stare at the air above the ditch. The falling flakes of snow danced in the light breeze.
“Its a pleasure to meet you Knight Captain Valivarre. I am Knight Captain Senjak of the 7th Calvalry Company”
“Likewise Captain, so what brings you out to this frozen ditch. Certainly you didnt make the trip from Haven just to be in my radiating presence.”
“Actually Captain I was taking a nice walk saw your rotting hide jump into this ditch and wanted to come and play." Valivarre mouthed the word "play."
"So what is the situation Captain? When can command expect this hardened position.....” Beneath her visor Senjak pursed her lips as she considered her next word.
“Softened? All we need is an orbital strike from the Lark and we'll be picking up shards of glass from the crater for days. Oh that's right our only means........” Another soul numbing missile attack knocked more debris into the ditch. “of finding a new home CRASHED! So all we have......”
Senjak's strained voice cut through the opening of Valivarre's diatribe. “Captain honest assessment, not here to criticize you. I am after all sharing your wonderful ditch on this amazing warm spring day”
Valivarre chewed his lip for a moment as he collected his thoughts. “They have the high ground, their bulwarks are thick enough to shrug off all small arms fire. The factory floor itself is a confining maze of ambush points, blind turns, blind firing rockets...............A full platoon. I could do it with a full platoon.”
Shaking her head “Captain you get 4.”
“Listen sweet cheeks 5 and you buy me a drink when we finish.”
“4 and you buy ME the drink when we finish...”
“DONE!” Valivarre's fist pumped the air in conquest.
“Wait....did I just?”
“Volunteer Senjak? Yes you did. Now lets keep following this ditch and see where it takes us.”
Its really nice. Im not really sure if its yours :D