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Valkyrie – War Maidens Teaseract

It’s been 10 long years since the Dragonborn disappeared in the ashes of Helgen after a vicious attack from the Dragon Alduin. Bound for execution, she was believed to have died scorched by the inferno that raised the helpless town to the ground. Little be known that the flames could only do so little to kill her fiery spirit. As Dovakin, she rose from the ashes and with her, a new order, The Valkyries of Tamriel. 

EP 1 - War Maidens CoverOkay, so I must embarrassingly admit that it took me a year before I could post something up this Blogspace. *sigh* Been caught up with a lot of things lately. From working two jobs day and night, to working on my own personal business, not to mention playing the stock market… You could literally say I’ve been killing myself for the whole year. hahaha

Anyhow God’s been really great to me by far. Fixed some personal troubles from family, to finances, to broken relationships. He’s given me a second chance at life and it’s never been better!  I realized that it was my responsibility to mend the troubles going on around me. I was the missing key and the only reason these troubles were going on was because I turned my back on them. I usually run away from anything that bothers me. Yet through my experiences at work and business and avid gaming and bible reading, I realized you NEVER turn your back on your troubles. As matter in fact! You face them!

It sucks to realize that a little bit later in life but hey! It’s never too late! And with that… I can surely smell success close by… no kidding man! hahaha

As for love life? uhh… hmmm.. eeehhh… fine! It’s an embarrassing zero! Nil! Nada! Pffft! Naaah! Just kidding! I didn’t jump into one yet because I knew I’d be investing most of my time career-wise. It wouldn’t be fair for the lady if I wouldn’t make time for her whoever she is. I just believe she deserves to be treated right with the affection and care a woman normally needs.

Although I won’t deny I have my eyes bewitched by one gal and one gal only. Celia. Yeap, you heard me right. That time I decided to ask her out was the time I decided to shut my doors from anyone else and as the One-Woman guy that I am… here I am… Transfixed on a wishful dream. hahaha

Seriously man, I personally wanna build myself up to be the right man whether it be for her or whoever God has in store for me. I just want her to have the best of my y’know (shocks! so cheesy! hahaha). Yet since I am so entranced by her, that lead me into making one of this fictional stories that… as I said earlier, “a dream that only I know.” hahahaha poor me… hahaha

So now you know the story of what lead me into writing this fan-made non-canon story. I’ve been playing a lot of Skyrim during my free time so this idea came in. This one would be dedicated to her though (amazing what inspiration could do to you… ahhhhh <3_<3).

The story revolves around this girl named “Celina.” She is known to be the dragonborn or the dovakiin or in simpler terms, dragon whisperer. Experience adventure with her as she travels the province of Skyrim where she’d meet several other interesting characters who’d eventually form the Valkyrie Order. I won’t spoil you guys on her back story though. I’ll leave that for the comic strips to tell.

As for now… lemme just post some photos to tease you guys. :))

Comic TestThe story would be told in semi-comic strip style so expect lots of images on the “e-book.” (called it e-book because I couldn’t publish it as a real book… besides, this is all just for fun, non-profit stuff.)
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So that’s about it I could show you guys for now. hehe Now wait till the whole comic is done! *evil laugh* muhahahaha

Just kidding! I’ll be posting the whole comic here anyways so stay tune! 😉

PS – Credits for the cover photo goes to the respectful owner. Sorry I don’t know his/her name but if you find it in my blog and you know it’s yours! Credits goes to you mate! 🙂
All materials used belongs to Bethesda Studios as well. 🙂

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Angels In Disguise

Angels come close at times when you least expect it. Believe me, I’ve been there. Amidst the sex, drugs and metal lifestyle I once had, I Dave Murdoc, vocalist of the metal group Ashtray, can earnestly testify that there are those watching over you. And no matter how fucked up your life can be, heaven’s got a way out for every shit you’ve been. This is my story…

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There’s no other way to express yourself to the world the way music does. For some, it is an expression. For others, it is a hobby. For some, it’s a retarded way to make a living. I for once fall under all those. I remembered starving whenever we never had a gig. Me and the guys would simply get to practice with aching stomachs. No gig means no cash. And that was our life back then. Survival depended on the gigs we made.

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Fortune surely does favor the bold. After all the hardwork and sleepless nights. After getting our asses kicked out of several apartments for not paying the rent. After starving ourselves before a gig. Everything seemed worth it. We nailed a record deal with one of the starting recording companies in town. Finally, we were able to make a couple of bucks out of the music we do.

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Oh, speaking of music, I forgot to tell you guys that we, Ashtray, are a five man heavy metal band. Our music usually speaks of the anger, hate, rage, and sex. All of which were our way of coping with all the bullshit this world’s gotta offer. In other words, our lyrics were about how much pain we’ve endured and what we did to deal with it. Let’s face it… we all know life’s full of shit and you don’t face it looking pretty. You face it with attitude. Let life know that it just can’t step on you like shit. Most say life’s a bitch, so we all just gotta fuck it. I’d say damn straight!

Anyway, Ashtray slowly emerged to be a successful metal band. I tell you, earning our first few millions was like winning the lottery. We never knew were to spend the money. We wasted it knowing that as long as we’ve got fans and listeners, it’ll just keep pouring into our pockets.

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Money wasn’t a problem. The only problem about it is where to spend it? We did a lot of crazy things back in the day. I turned into an adulterer. I lost my senses and fell into addiction. I couldn’t stop my vices. For me, sex and drugs and metal were the only things in my head at the time. I even joined the cult out of random mindless thought. Never new what it was, it just felt good. I felt happy. Fulfilled. It’s what we’ve all been working so hard for right? To become rich and famous, enjoying what we do; music.

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A producer from our cult came up to me and started suggesting to change our lyrics for the next record. It should be in praises of ourselves for accomplishing all these. To tell everybody how you and only you can move your ass out of the shit-hole you currently are in right now.

Everything went on. Perfect. Smooth. We were off the charts. Earning billions out of every record we sold. I wasn’t missing anything. I had every woman I could get my hands on. Everything I ever wanted. I can do everything when I want to and where I want to. I was the happiest motherfucker in the world.

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One day, Phil, our guitar player came up to me. He looked rather frustrated and wasted. I simply thought he was just out of drugs and he needed another fix. So I offered him some of mine. He shrugged it aside, took a chair and sat right in front of me.

“What’s up man? You look like shit today.” I said.

I saw tears running down his cheeks, he was saddened. Grieving. I don’t know how to deal with this sort of crap.

but then he muttered.

“Ivan’s dead”

A moment of silence filled the room. It was deafening. I couldn’t seem to take in such bullshit. Ivan’s one of the closest mates I’ve had on the team. Our one and only bass player. A fucking brutal prick but a brother non-the-less.

“Dave!” Phil said, “Ivan’s DEAD! he overdosed.”

I remember smashing the television set that day. Flipping over chairs and tables in rage. I yelled and cursed expressing every anger I had inside.

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I mean think of it? We starved together. We got booted out of several apartments together. All five of us were a team, a family. It was all too much for me to accept that a brother had passed. I was depressed. Angered. Infuriated. I did more and more drugs. Drank booze. Fucked all day. I’ve literally gone insane!

Days, weeks, and months came to pass… we found ourselves a new bassist just to continue on the fire we had. Though it will never be the same without Ivan, our new bassist Mark brought a different darker sound into the table. We were one unstoppable brutal machine.

We toured over and around the country. Playing from state to state, show after show. Until one night, I went out to take in some fresh air. I strolled along the park a few blocks away from the hotel, puffing some smoke and then right there, I saw a little orphan girl. She was lying by the park bench all curled up. Her clothes seemed tattered and ragged. She was all dirty and all. And definitely I knew she’s hungry. She woke up and stood as soon as she scented the smell of smoke around me. She looked up to me with pity eyes and lifted her hand. I wanted to shrug her off and tell her that I had no cash or better yet, nothing to offer. I was still angry that night. After all that’s been happening, the least thing I had that night was mercy. If it were just me, I would have shoved my boot straight into her face.

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But something came in to me that night. Though she did a begging gesture towards me, she wasn’t actually begging. Instead, there was something in her hand. She was actually trying to give me some thing. I drew closer to have a look. I was curious. I felt like a child again. Ignorant.

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Then I saw it in her hand. A locket. It had a picture of her and her family. Her parents. Senses came into me. She was an orphan. That night I felt warm hands embracing my own cold heart. With those innocent blue eyes looking up to you, who wouldn’t melt in the presence of her fragile innocence?

It was the first time I felt weak. The first time I trembled into submission. I drew close to her, fell on one knee and asked, “What’s your name? Where do you live?”

“Sarah” She said with a sway from left to right. She seemed shy.

“I don’t have a home.” She replied. After a little scratch on one eye she continued, “I live here for now, I sleep over there near the fountain.”

She took me by the hand and dragged me towards the fountain. Now I’m not a religious man, nor did I ever believe in a god but something about that place felt spiritual; magical. I felt calm; at peace. Serenity enveloped my very soul. I felt things that I thought I would never have felt. Seeing the beautiful dimmed park lights, hearing the sound of flowing water coming from the fountain. I realized that sometimes, the simplest things in life are the most rewarding to have. Most of us take these things for granted in our quest to achieve more, but nothing beats simplicity. I realized that day that simplicity was beauty at it’s best.

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And if there’s one thing I felt, it was the feeling like I’m never the only one grieving in this world. I’m never the only one who’s experienced losses and pain. Surreal.

There’s always someone less than me and for that there are things that I should be grateful for.

I knelt down again in front of the little girl and gave her a hug. For the first time in my fuckin life tears started rolling down my cheeks.

“Would you want to come home with me?”

Now that seemed like a stupid statement I made. What would my buddies think? I’ve gone pedophile? Gay? What happened to the baddest motherfucker in the band? But I cared less about what they think. If there’s one thing I decided that day, it’s to live for Sarah. To raise her up as one of my own. I don’t really know what it feels like to be a dad but she needed one. And I don’t really know what’s gotten into me but I was willing to be that man for her.

To be her role model. To be her provider. To be her dad.

Time passed. I slowly introduced her to the guys as days gone by. What amazed me was that, they weren’t that skeptical about it either. They embraced her as one of us. Funny huh? Five brutal metal heads being a dad to one innocent little girl. Yes! it does sound pretty gay man. But it gave us all a direction. Something to live for.

I lived well. Quit my vices and even started doing my best to be the best role model for her.

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It was a Friday night and Hammerfest has begun. Now Hammerfest is the title of our concert that night. The crowd was wild. The people were insane. We played our top songs which the crowd loved. It was heavy. Booze was everywhere. There was even a fuckin moshpit in the crowd. We had fun really. Yet before our last song.

I went backstage. After a few minutes, I came back with me carrying Sarah with one arm. I walked towards
the mic and said…

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“We all experience shit in our lives. Some of them unbearable. Some we may never recover from….”

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“I’m no different from you guys. We’re all the same. What differs now is that I’ve found the purpose of my own existence. And she’s right here… My daughter Sarah.”

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“I dedicate this song to her…”

The crowd went silent. I bet they’re finding it really weird for a heavy metal band like us playing something sentimental as that song…
I never cared… Sarah meant the world to me and that’s what’s important.

I wasn’t expecting the crowd to be happy bout it. But little did I know, the people loved it. They were singing along enjoying the song. I? I sang it with all my heart… For Sarah.

A few weeks later after that awesome concert. I brought Sarah to a toy store. I promised to buy her that favorite doll of hers. I waited by the counter while I watch her disappear into the shelves full of toys to get her prize.

“Hello, how may I help you?” a beautiful young lady approached me with a smile.

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She was tall, sleek and poised. I was bedazzled by her presence. Her long straight hair, beautiful smile and pleasing ambiance got my knees shaking. Good thing I thought of getting myself a haircut, thanks to Sarah of course.

I was tongue-tied for a couple of minutes. I stood there staring blankly at her. She had her name printed on her nameplate. Layla Rosedale. 

“Are you alright sir?”

I snapped out of my thoughts. I couldn’t think of anything else but reach out my hand in good gesture and introduce myself.

“Hi, I’m Dave Murdoc, You are?”

Pretending to be dumb seem like the smartest thing I could do.

“Layla,” she replied… “Layla Rosedale”

Before I could utter another word…

“Daddy Daddy!” Sarah yelled out from a distance. “I want this! I want this!”

She ran up to me to show me the toy in her hand.

“Oh is she your daughter? She’s really lovely.” Layla said in compliment.

“Indeed she is, she means a lot to me.” I replied.

“I bet her mother’s really lovely too.”

Speaking of which, Sarah doesn’t have a mother. I’ve been her single guardian or better yet her only foster parent. I believe she’s gonna need one and soon.

“Well she doesn’t have a mother, honestly she’s an orphan and I took her in to my care. Although I would really appreciate it if you’d help me with the mother part.”

She giggled. A sweet sound to my ears.  Euphoric. But that was a pretty quick move. Hope it goes smooth though. Oh well…

“Well, I’ll see what I can do.” she replied with a smile.

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Credits go to the rightful owners of the elements used in this write-up. This is a fictional story made by DizCyple.


Earthly Heaven

A gust of wind brushed through her hair as she walked by the shore line. With the ambient sound of the waves, she heard utmost silence. Magic filled the night sky as the eve went on. Nothing could compare to that ample time of solitude. She closed her eyes, chuckled and let out a breath of whisper, “I wish you were here.”
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I haven’t said much, nor do I have anything else to say. Random thoughts and words just come out to play. My feeble mind tells me things at random. I know it is somehow important to keep my thoughts intact, but I can’t seem to get my mind right and I wonder why.

Cross, yeah, that’s my name. Angel Cross it is. I’ve been wondering these city streets almost all my life now ever since I got here. I’ve seen much to the point where I could tell stories of such. Stories of life. Stories of death. Stories of joy. Stories of sorrow. Each and every person has a story to tell. Each person has their own share of grief and misery. Even happiness and excitement. I guess that’s what you call life. Beautiful, just like the city lights.

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Yet if there’s one thing I’ve realized, everything you do comes back to you. Everything around us is energy. An equal amount of negative and positive. Whatever you do unto others comes back to you.

Let me guess… You’ve heard of that crap already? Golden rule? Karma?

Some say it’s true, some say it’s bullshit. I say it’s both. Because the truth can also be full of shit some times. Although that my dearest, depends on how we view things in life. Some embrace the truth, others shun it. I hold a mixture of both.

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Why? You ask my love?

I prefer to see things in different perspectives. From what is good down to what went wrong. I want to hear both sides of the story. To know the truth from different points of view.

I understand your concern dear. Your care. Yet I assure you my love, I hold the decision to my own confusion. They say life is a game made up of the choices we make. We become lonely and sad because we choose to be. We become happy and fun because we decided to be. We don’t have time because we don’t make time. It all falls down to us then again.

So whenever you’re sad… whenever you feel like I’m not around. I want you to know that you don’t have to feel so bad. Cheer up! I’ve got your back! Happiness is not found within you but within others as well. The more you try to find it in you, the more you’ll end up disappointed. Find joy in the happiness of others my love. With that you’ll find satisfaction and content with this borrowed time of ours. Accept things as they are and you’ll realize that you have all you need.

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As for love… do not awaken it until it so desires my beloved. Stay still and let it come when the time is right.

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I apologize for your loss my dear. We’ve been truly living in this borrowed time.

Remember that time at the pub? You sweetly whispered into my ear begging me to take you to that beautiful paradise. How could I refuse? Your sweet kissable lips touching my ears. Your soft angelic voice. The tender touch of your hand to mine. The aroma of your delicate scent. The curls on your wavy hair.

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My dear… your are my heaven on earth.

and I promise to take you here… a place better than that paradise I promised you. Some day… when the time is right.

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She then opened her eyes and took a deep breath. She genuinely smiled as her gaze affixed towards the horizon. 

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 She sat on the sand, took out a stick and drew a circle around her. She took out a black book and started chanting words no one understands. The heavens opened up and a flash of lightning cracked through the sky. A roar of thunder followed, then the voices in her seemed to have disappeared. 

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“My love”, She said, “Let me be the one to bring you back to our earthly heaven.”

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~FiN~


Uncharted Encounter (Spectre) – Starcraft Fan Fiction

Before anything else, I would like to inform you my dear readers that there may be inconsistencies with the original Starcraft story line and I humbly apologize for it. Although if there are any inconsistencies, I would gladly appreciate it if you would inform me right away through comments and messages. I could also accept criticisms of my work for improvements. Thank you and ENJOY! 

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A projectile from space turned ablaze, engulfed in flames as it entered the atmosphere of an uncharted planet on the Koprulu sector. The planet was dense with vegetation and heavy rain forests dominated the planet’s land masses. Dense fog separated the sky from the ground as the atmosphere within the planet’s surface seemed humid. Seemingly untouched by human or alien civilization, the planet was an ideal place for secret facilities to be stationed by Terran factions, for experimentations, training and refuge. Its isolation from other planets also made it a planet for refugees to seek haven from all the chaos going through the sector, or so it seems.

The projectile zoomed through the atmosphere creating a trail of smoke drawn across the sky, falling towards the planet’s surface. Moments later, it began to touch the ground, reaping through the vegetation, splitting its way through the forest until it reached to a sudden halt. The ground was split into a cratered trail with flames torching trees and other organisms it touched throughout the path. The projectile was an 8 feet lifepod, 4 feet thick and wide. It was capsular in shape that suddenly hissed open, creating a surrounding layer of smoke.

A figure then suddenly took shape amidst the wall of hissing smoke as it got out of the lifepod to stand upright. As the wall of smoke vanished, the figure turned out to be female about 5’7 in height, surveilling the vicinity. She wore a black body tight outfit with red linings that trailed across her curves, and a headgear that covered her face. She raised her right arm chest level and opened the Personal Digital Assistant (PDA) attached to it.

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Status: Active

 

Welcome back Thena!”

Her fingers then danced across the PDA screen as she configured to get surveillance information of the environment.

“Processing…

Scanning Area…

Checking Database…

 

 

Planet: Unknown

Human encampment located across a 10 mile radius, southwest of current location.”

The PDA screen then shifted into radar mode as a holographic image of the terrain popped out with a green indicator marking the location of the human encampment.

And i thought this planet was inhabited by humans. She thought as she took off her headgear and dropped her right arm. Her face was smoothly shaped and pale. She had “pixie-like” features with large dark blue eyes, long delicate eye brows, red slender lips and dark red hair cropped short and spiky; pretty as one may imagine her overall features. Yet I cannot sense any trace of human life, no voices uttering in my head…

She then turned towards the life pod, took her weapon from the weapons compartment and armed it, the latest AGR-14 combat rifle.

Strange…

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We are regarded as vile relentless criminals, rejects of society and feared amongst people but the truth is, we are just like everybody else… human… only better. Dylanna Okyl said to comfort Thena after she was turned into a spectre, often regarded to as enhanced ghosts. Thena could remember little about her past life. After her memory was erased by the Dominion Ghost program to better serve as a relentless killer, all she could remember now is a man named Gabriel Tosh who freed her from Dominion control and paved the way for her conversion, from ghost to spectre. He was the man who taught her to control the sensations felt when using terrazine. She remembers a couple of selected co-spectres too like Dylanna Okyl and Kath Toom.

You are now the next generation of super soldiers, far better than ghosts, enhanced psionically to even our odds with the alien and human threats alike, Thena remembering Tosh’ words of encouragement before the operation on Avernus Station. Just before a ghost named Nova assassinated him.

He was more like an important figure to me. After saving me from from being dropped into New Folsom, I did consider him and my fellow spectres as family… and… it felt~~

Thena snapped out of her thoughts as her PDA beeped indicating that she had reached the encampment. The base looks abandoned and ridden of human life decades ago. Vegetation now covered most of the structures in the base making it look like a man made eco-park. Ever curious in nature, Thena cautiously searched every structure for signs of life. She did a psionic scan of the area and caught no trace of human thought. Abandoned vulture bikes and siege tanks lay in-line behind the factory as she passed by towards the command center. As soon as she arrived, she noticed the confederate seal painted on the command center’s side wall plating which made her realize who the occupants were.

Coming in to a science facility, she started looking for clues as to what may have happened to the folks who occupied the base a long time ago. What could have happened here? 

She wondered as soon as she reached the laboratory where she saw the skeletal remains of three individuals. One was lying on the floor with one arm reaching out. Another was in a sitting position leaning back against the wall. The other one was on the computer chair faced down on the keyboard as if he or she must have died while tampering with the computer. Looking around, she saw a cylindrical chamber that once held specimens now broken. Vegetation and vines were all over the room showing the passing of time inside the facility.

They must have been messing with something they shouldn’t be messing around with. I wonder what could it be?

Thena then noticed the main computer illuminating the room, still functional after being untouched in what seems to be decades of no usage.

Defense Mechanism Inactive…

Security Cameras Deactivated…

Systems Override…

Restore Power? [Y/N]

With the need to know what had happened, Thena tapped the Y key in the keyboard, thinking of watching the recorded videos caught by the Security Cameras. She then waited for the computer to respond. The adjutant voiced out in a monotonous, female machine-like voice,

“Systems Functional…

Defense Mechanism now Activated…

Security Cameras Online…

Systems Override…

Warning! Intruder Alert!

Warning! Intruder Alert!”

The ground began to shake with rubble falling from the ceiling of the facility as the warning lights and sounds went on. Thena instinctively tried to find her way out when a rocket suddenly launched right behind her, missing only inches away from her face and exploded at the facility computers. She turned around only to find a humanoid security droid firing a second missile right at her. By reflex, Thena dodged the rocket and rushed forward towards the droid when another droid sprung out and immediately rammed her, knocking her back, tumbling down the facility floor.

What the…

Recovering from the hit, she immediately got up and started running for cover before both droids started firing their vulcan cannons at her. These Vulcan cannons were much like the mini gattling guns of today, using 15mm ammunition rounds, consuming over 3,000 of them in over a minute. Running down the facility hallway, Thena met another droid waiting in a corner when she suddenly docked down towards it and pointed the tip of her AGR-14 combat rifle directly below the droid’s head. Without hesitation, she pulled the trigger and scraps of metal came flying in the air. Black fluid came pouring out of the machine leaving it good as dead. By the time the other two drones came around the corner, Thena had already grabbed the arm of the dead droid, tinkered with its circuitry, and with a little spark of electric impulse between two wires, launched rockets immediately blowing up the other two. Bullets then came trashing on to the dead droid having Thena realize that another droid has come around by the rear and this time there were four of them. Each of them launched rockets directly towards her hissing through the open space in a trail of smoke. Thena by all means was determined to fight for dear life, rushed forward dodging two rockets then leaped into a back flip dodging the other two. She then slid underneath a droid leaving the other three firing their rockets at it. Burning metal scraps came tumbling down the facility hallway as the droid blew up leaving Thena on towards the next droid. The droid was firing its vulcan cannons aimlessly when she ripped its electrical circuits by punching through its armor plating. This left the droid malfunctioning right beside her. She then grabbed the vulcan cannon aiming it towards the other two remaining droids. An emergency fire button is located underneath the weapon which is mostly used for weapons testing during maintenance. Thena intuitively pressed the button with her fingers and bullets rained down upon the unfortunate mechanical beings which instantly burst into flames. Flame dusts came dancing through the open space as Thena turned towards the malfunctioning droid beside her. She then climbed on its back, shoved the weapon right in its face, pressed the fire button and bullet lead started filling its head, crumpling it with each gruesome turn of the gun barrel.

“Eat metal motherfucker!” she uttered in a strong calm tone as she dropped the cannon and walked away.