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Force Of Nothing~awaken The Sorrow; Personal Saga
Topic Started: Apr 7 2012, 03:16 AM (269 Views)
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Sitting there wearing only tear stains long since dried the man’s pale skin held an eerie orange glow. It was the glow of death, of light reflecting off the dusty remains of a planet both great and terrible.

Osiris finally shifted on the cold metal throne that was the captain’s chair, striped of any and all cushioning that might have made it pleasant. Small ripples of goose bumps spread across the newly exposed skin. A faint red glow suddenly came from one of the control stations to the left. At the same time a generic computerized voice broke the seemingly endless silence.

“Fourteen hours to life support failure.”

Dark purple eyes drifted slowly back and forth.

One million seven hundred and twenty-eight thousand two hundred and ninety-five, One million seven hundred and twenty-eight thousand two hundred and ninety-six, One million seven hundred and twenty-eight thousand two hundred and ninety-seven.

Dark rings formed around the half demon’s eyes from a lack of sleep. He couldn’t remember the last time he had rested, eaten, or even relieved himself. All he remembered were the endless fields of tombstones floating through space like ghosts without memories. Their jagged and rough surfaces were a representation of every flaw and imperfection that made up Osiris’ existence, a miserable one at that.

Sitting there alone, counting, stuck in a madness of realization. His life was pointless. If Pico had broken him, then what followed erased who Osiris was all together. Closing his eyes his mind numbing counting paused.

Suddenly he was there again. On that grass covered hill where he had dropped from the sky. Suns stared down on Osiris while he gasped for air. Loneliness like he had never imagined gripped him in a clenched fist of ice. Farren’s presence was swiped away from his mind and he watched in horror as the runes on his right arm uplifted into the air. Each symbol burned away like a leaf taken to a match.

Fingers dug small trenches into the soil desperately trying to grasp onto the thing that had already lost. Confusion sent shock waves of convulsions through his tired and beaten body. Why did he leave? What happened to him? Where did he go? All these thoughts swarmed through the youth’s mind then. All the while a symphony of crackling-splintering noises played in the background of his mind. The elemental’s mental intimacy was one of very few things that kept any semblance of empathy in the half demon. Now it was broken, shattered.

He must have laid there for half an hour convulsing as his mind and body were both stunted by the shock. Maybe on a normal day he could have handled the grief, but not then. After giving so much to survive his encounter with Pico it was all just too much. His truest friend, gone without explanation or reason, the tie simply cleaved through by the hand of fate.

Osiris’ eyes snapped back open as the ships systems gave off another annoyingly loud warning.

“Eleven hours to life support failure.”

Time flows and jumps in unnatural ways when a man is alone in space. Osiris looked lazily back over at a monitor that had been positioned left of the captain’s chair. A small red blip on the screen indicated another vessel amongst the smoldering ashes of the dead planet. Ignoring it he went back to counting the drifting grave markers. The numbers were the only thing that made sense. Death was the only thing that made sense. Pain was the only thing that made sense. In that moment, the three had allied with one another to make an unholy trinity, an overwhelming force of gloom that wrapped itself ever so tightly around the half breed. The true clothes of the beleaguered.

Still counting, he finally leveraged his stiff body up out of the metal chair. Striding lazily his fingertips brushed across the control system for the ship’s scanners. His eyes never dipped away from the window as he typed in the commands. A small sub screen opened in the top right corner of the monitor that served as Osiris’ view port.

Sparks of purple electricity jumped off the pale skin and bounced around the command deck as his pupils constricted and focused on the sight. A mining vessel was working away grinding up and harvesting minerals. The resting grounds for millions of lost souls were already being desecrated by the greed of industry. Acidic tasting bile welled up in the half demon’s throat. It felt like he would puke right then and there. Maybe he would have had there been anything in his stomach.

Turning his back on the screen he was done counting. His mind had finally refocused on something other than the overwhelming carnage. He would deal with researchers and the military sniffing around to find clues. This was simply disrespectful.

“Computer, Protocol B ten. Send the message and commence sequence.” The words were like leaves on the wind. Osiris’ throat was so dry it hurt to even breathe. It was any wonder he was still alive.

The slapping sound of bare feet meeting metal reverberated through the passageways as the brooding figure stalked away. It was pitch black in the rest of the ship yet the youth walked as though nothing were amiss. He knew that vessel better than any other. Its every dimension and alignment was stored away in Osiris’ brain. So when he took thirty-two and a half steps he knew he was standing just outside his own courters.

A beam of light flashed by nearly blinding the youth, but passed too quickly to do damage. Mechanical swooshing followed with almost no delay. A dim little light set the room in a shadowy realm as it desperately tried to beat the darkness back from the desk set up against the far wall. Stepping away from the eye scanner and into the middle of the small room Osiris bent over to pick up the mass of black clothing that was left there haphazardly.

The tips of his fingers went numb and the world was turned into a blurry mess. Before he could react Osiris was face planting into the ground. The tingling sensation in his hands spread across his body like a bath of million tiny needles. The steady beating of his heart faded from his ears. Then there was nothing. The youth wasn’t even sure if he existed anymore.


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Drip… Drip...Drip...Drip.

Waking from the void, Osiris put his hand up to block the persistent liquid tapping on his forehead. Constricting his abs and swinging his legs out to the side he sat up and placed bare feet on the cold metal floor… or did he? As foot meet floor the half demon immediately realized something wasn’t right. The armor plated boots he wore for combat were securely strapped on, and their reinforced heels did not cause the sharp reverberating note of metal. Instead the only thing to hear was the dull thud of boot hitting rough stone.

Where am I? How long could I have been out to already be on another planet?

Lifting a hand a small ball of violet light grew to the perfect size to fit a gauntlet covered hand. Osiris flinched at his own creation. Even the slightest of light sent stabbing pains from his eyes to the depth of his skull. Angling the light away from his face, he gradually forced himself to acclimate to the illumination.

What the hell?

That place, that accursed place. He was there again, standing in his old room in the deep hidden caverns of Iron Mountain. With wide panicked eyes he spun around wildly trying to figure out what was going on. Dark black burn marks scoured the walls along with splashes of innocence, or at least the dried red remains.

A streak of wetness ran down Osiris’ check, but he wasn’t crying. Without even reacting he already knew exactly what it was. That smell was so familiar; coppery, with a tinge of rust and citrus. Trying to hold back the jitters of confusion and fear he took great care to slowly and calmly wipe it off with a sleeve. Gritting his teeth at the sight of the crimson strip it left on his black covering, the youth turned and immediately stormed out of the room.

Smack!

Pain radiated across the hybrid’s forehead like a wave crashing against a boulder. Pressing a left hand against the familiar cavern wall Osiris turned to see what he had tripped over. The breath caught in his throat and his whole body tensed to hold back the urge to heave.

An arm was laying two feet away from the body it belonged to. Dull white peaked out from a mess of torn clothing and equally ruined flesh. Red squishy snakes laid sprawled out across the floor entangled with one another. The wretched smell of fecal matter suddenly filled the air mixing with that coppery smell of death.

Osiris recoiled pressing himself against the wall trying to escape the sight. The silence in that moment was awe-inspiring. Every detail became crystal clear as purple eyes dilated, focused, and re-focused on the face. The sight ate away at the pale faced half-demon’s resolve.

Kegla, she was just a kid. I failed, I failed, I FAILED!

Wind exploded through the tunnel in the wake of the youth’s desperate fleeing. He skimmed across the cavern floors strewn with the bodies of his former comrades and those that had invaded the homestead. Sparks of ki trailed Osiris as he pushed himself around the curving tunnels to break the darkness and escape that graveyard, that young girls face, those people he couldn’t protect. Faster and faster, it was never enough. A fear boiled up in his gullet that the dead would spring back to life and scream at him, “WHY, WHY DID YOU LET US DIE?”

The cavern shook and rock splinters flung everywhere. He couldn’t make the last sharp corner and plowed straight into the solid rock wall studded with yet un-mined iron ore that twinkled slightly reflecting the half-breed’s aura. Bouncing off the stone Osiris skid and rolled to a stop just a few yards away from his destination. Dazed and confused, he stumbled to his feet staggering wildly like a drunkard. Every time he tripped, he refused to look back. Every time he slipped he held his breath to avoid smelling whatever bodily fluid it was sure to be.

Finally after so much struggle he reached the entranceway. Blinding white light spilled over him and for a second, just a tiny single second, he thought the nightmare was over.


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Osiris clutched at his throat as the super chilled air hit the moisture there and froze it instantly. A surge of Ki welled up out of the pit of the halfbreed’s stomach. Flames spewed from his throat. The intense emotional reaction, the craving for heat, brought on an uncontrolled manifestation. Burning and freezing all at the same time, still dazed from smashing into the cavern wall, and confused by the sudden change in environment the youth was far from in control.

Clenching his eyes tight to protect the liquid in them, he plunged his mind into the intricate flowing streams that ran throughout the half breed’s body. While wrestling back the surging rivers to the reservoirs which they once laid dormant in, a gale of wind unlike that seen on most worlds swept over the youth. Searing flames turned back lapping at skin nipped by the frostbite which filled the air.

Another shock to the system inducing yet another panicked response by a stressed nervous system.

Muscles bulged and skin toughened into an iron hide. It wasn’t enough though. Even underneath the armored plates, the heat was rising too fast for the Ki engorged body to adapt. It would only be a matter of moments before the skin started to sizzle regardless of how thick. Burning hair was signaling an unpleasant alarm.

CALM DOWN!

The palms of each hand slammed together like a man in prayer. Constricting his abdominals and clenching his jaw Osiris redirected the current of energy in his body. Rather than trying to force it back into dormancy he funneled it into his arms creating a circular current. The flames of Ki threatening to cook his flesh were instantly taken by the current.

Spinning and sputtering like water down a drain, red and orange fire swirled and condensed into a disk contained by the half demon’s arms.

First step, analysis. Second step, isolation. Third step, manipulation.

Opening an ever so slight gap between his hands, the burning attack spewed out from its cage. Arch of purple electricity still connected the two hands however. As the flames made contact with the energy they shifted to a violet color, a visible indication their Ki signatures had been altered.

Final step, integration.

At last the greedy flames were fully infected with Osiris’ will. While once they had been born from the uncontrolled desire, they now adorned the shackles of their master’s will. Even as the howling wind attempted to force the blaze to dance wildly, it yielded. Slowly the conflagration danced across the body it only just before tried to devour.

Wrapped in this cloak of flames the youth could open his eyes once more to the blinding white light safely. A balance had been struck between the cold, the heat, and Osiris’ flesh. The young man had centered himself since he entered this wretched realm. Still, that did not make dealing with it much easier.

Bleak.

It was the only word that came to mind.

He had expected something like frozen tundra or snow capped mountains like those of Namek he had sparred with the ice demon Yasha. It was not to be though…

Pure white walls, ceiling, and floor gave no features to behold. As dark and rough as the cavern had been, this tunnel was its equal contradiction. The hallway seemed to extend into eternity. Osiris felt light headed as if he were floating. The whole scene was just so disorienting. If it were not for his own reflection on the smooth surfaces he would have surely taken every step believing he would fall into nothing.

Glancing back over his shoulder he expected the gapping maw of the cavern to be staring back. All there was to behold though was his own reflection with its hair blowing wildly in the harsh wind. Grinding his teeth Osiris knew the only path was forward.

A slave once more to the situation at hand. Not going to figure anything out sitting on my ass though. Place reminds me of a lab rat maze….


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One step, then another, then another, and then a thousand more. He counted each and everyone. The sound of the foot falls echoing into the featureless distance. The freezing temperature was kept at bay by the burning shield. Still, the driving wind hampered every movement.

Nine-thousand-twenty-four, nine-thousand-twenty-five, nine… Am I dead?

The thought suddenly struck the youth like a ten ton brick to the gut.

How would I know? I always thought I would go down fighting, but…

He lifted his head from watching feet rise and fall without ever creating a shadow. The entire time the light emanating from all around him jabbed at his eye balls like a constant barrage of pebbles. An eyebrow arched up and a hand swept forward. Dark violet energy worked itself into a perfect sphere defying gravity as it clung to the open palm facing down. The slightest of gestures, simply turning his hand over, let lose a deceptively strong beam. Sleek and dense, the attack cut through the wind with more speed than Osiris himself could manage.

Mentally he tracked the seconds that passed by while he waited for any sign of an impact.

Five, ten, fifteen, twenty: where the hell did it go?

The streaking purple light was swallowed by the white empty. The youth’s jaw slackened and his eyes widened. Spinning around the only thing that seemed to change was which side the wind hit him. It was like the place was designed with Osiris specifically in mind: Nothing to figure out, no options, and brightness everywhere… no shadows to hide in. A perfect place to drive him over his precarious perch on reality.

His mind soon became fixated. All the death that he had seen in his life, he knew precious little about it. Farren had once told of the vast variety of realms beyond that of the normal, but other than the elemental plane there were no descriptions. Was there a way to find a distinction between a hallucination and dropping into another dimension? Could he just be aimlessly walking the halls of his own ship? If he wasn’t dead, then he might as well be already should that be the case. Only a few more hours and the ship would be stripped of its life support, essentially a tomb floating among the remnants of an entire world. How ghastly fitting it would be.

Spinning a quarter of a turn Osiris leaned against the white semi reflective wall head first. The aura of flames licked at the material, but found nothing to feed upon. Letting his head fall back the youth closed his eyes not willing to stare at the bleakness anymore. Yet, even the darkness of his resting eyes seemed tainted by the shining light trying to slay any shadows with its touch. It was intense and revealing of everything, a great irony considering the emptiness it inhabited.

The half demon considered the dull headache that pulsed with his heart beat. Must have been born by the blow he took stumbling over kegla’s lifeless body.

Slam!

Accelerating his head forward as fast as his neck would allow, Osiris’ skull impacted the wall. A thunderous clap arose to extend itself down the endless hall.

Slam!

Again the wave of pressure passed through the sleek but well built frame. Ripples of connect energy passing from head to toe in but a blink of an eye.

Slam!

He hit harder than before, but still the pain did not come. He was numb to it all. One way or another he was dead. Now more than ever he wanted to feel the pain. Just to feel like something mattered. Now that it was invited though, it would not come.

This place is my hell.

The thought was so absurdly calm and accompanied by a soft sigh. Not a sigh of contempt, of regret, or even of resignation though. It was a sigh of relief. Punishment was something that Osiris understood and could take. It was something he could settle upon like a hard cold rock. Uncomfortable, awful even, but solid none the less.

Lowering the fiery shield that protected him from the wind and cold, he would embrace his fate. Accepting one’s fate though, only works if one’s fate accepts them.

Setting his forehead ever so gently upon the wall as the fire died out things changed rapidly. Air brushed across the half breed’s angular face with only a slightly frigid tinge. The sound of splintering glass ended the oppressive silence. Dark jagged lines spread like a wild fire in both directions of the hallway. Osiris staggered as the broken ground beneath him started to shift as though it were about to give way. Hopping into the air he held himself aloft as everything around him shook violently creating more and more fissures in the glassy white surface.


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Violet eyes flicked around with concern etching deep lines into Osiris’ otherwise youthful face.

I didn’t do anything, why is this happening now?

Crimson smoke started to pour in from the fissures breaking the material even more with its seeming aggressive advance.

The half demon whispered under his breath with disdain, “Myriad.”

“Coward!” Thousands of voices boomed into the still confined space and echoed again and again so quickly it turned the single word into a wrathful scream.

Osiris threw his head back and slammed palms to ears trying to block out the pain. The smoke infiltrated every part of the hallway, but refused to caress the pale half breed’s skin.

“Hiding in this place, cowering away from who you are! Resigning yourself to be a dog of the Keliouxians who did what for your people? LET THEM DIE! What leader leaves the fate of his followers in other’s hands? You are sniveling coward afraid to confront your own responsibilities!”

The half demon was stunned. The voices were less sinister as they let loose their anger, but it was detailed not with malice but true disappointment. This wasn’t the usual ethereal monstrosity he was use to being with. It was another side, another faction in control. A faction that had its hope bestowed in a child now letting himself slowly wither away into death.

There was nothing for Osiris to disagree with.

The bright light and tunnel had almost completely disintegrated leaving only the red haze. Faces loosely formed and disappeared in cloud like formations that drifted aimlessly. Each one glared and scolded the half demon before fading back into a patternless blur.

Starring straight forward with that blank expression he so often called upon in his childhood. The look of a slave waiting, unbroken but obedient… plotting but still powerless. His brain was firing franticly trying to find some reasonable response to the allegation of cowardice. Before anything could spark though three figures came striding out of the bloody mist.

First came Kegla like a zombie in a high budget horror film. A sight that would make even the hardest criminals flinch slightly. A stump in place of her left arm dripping, a hole blown in her stomach almost a foot in diameter. She walked elegantly though with all the grace of a princess as her intestines dragged behind her like a great dress crafted by the hands of death itself. In her still attached right hand, she clutched bouquet of purple wildflowers with great purpose.

A womanly, refined voice escaped bruised and cut lips, “What is the nature of beauty?”

Second came a taller, wider figure of an adult. Chavez, the traitor amongst the Sairosen and Military as they combated the slavers and syndicates on Cauldron, walked out with a smirk across his face. Osiris boiled in rage at the very sight of him. He was dead, his corpse broken and laid to rest in the dirt by Zorn, maybe the only friend Osiris may still have alive. In Chavez’s hands were an old six shooter the humans used in their distant eras, and a single bullet in the other.

The condescending tone was almost enough to force the ill tempered demon to strangle him, “What is the value of a life?”

Finally, the last person came into view. As hateful as Osiris viewed the last visitor was equal to the confusion the latest brought. It was another child, even more familiar than the first. Deep indigo eyes, jet black hair, small horns, and the stare of a caged animal. It was the half demon as a child adorned with the ragged clothes and the pickaxe of his time as a slave. Yet it wasn’t the same person. A crushing pressure surrounded this child that threatened to choke the life out of any that stood in his path.

Was that really me? What is that feeling? I’m a thousand fold stronger than I was at that age, yet I feel like I’m nothing but an obstacle waiting to be demolished. Did I lose something?

Disdain was the only emotion that was even hinted in the soft, cold voice of the child, “What is the meaning of duty?”

A drop of sweat rolled down the side of Osiris’ face. He wasn’t sure what to say.

Hesitation


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He blinked, and for the tenth of a second his eyes shut the whole world around him changed. His body suddenly seemed tremendously heavy and the distinct feeling of dirt and grime covering his skin made the urge to bath immense. In the half demon’s left hand was the heavy feeling of a hilt. A slight jolt of hope at the possibility of seeing Zar’rock back at his side was the first positive thought he had had during this odd trip. The disappointment that ensued was not unfamiliar however.

Looking down at the crude battle axe clutched in his grip he noticed his attire was drastically different as well. Adorned in leather and mail armor he was prepared for battle. At his waist was a belt, sheath, and short sword destined for his right hand, and over his torso was a bright blue tunic with the white emblem of the hawk upon it. It had the distinct feeling of medieval earth, and the comparable past of bloody hand to hand combat almost every civilization shared.

“Sir, Sir, SIR!!”

Osiris snapped around to the bear of a man trying to capture his attention. Before his eyes were a large number of men all clad in light armor and adorned with two weapons: the heavy war axe and the nimble short sword. Each of them grizzled, unwashed, and etched with scars of battle…soldiers in the truest sense.

“Sir, we need to move out and secure the buildings surrounding the garrison,” the hulking man was matter of fact, but respectful in his tone.

Unsure what to do the half breed nodded and agreed, “Right, let’s move out then.”

Just as fast as the words rolled off his tongue the unit started its march in unison. A well oiled machine wouldn’t even match the precision of each step. Twenty men sounded like two hundred as each footfall landed simultaneously.

Turning on his heels Osiris fell into place next to the man that addressed him. He must have been the second in command as he maintained a position out in front of the rest. The task of keeping pace was not awful, but the half breed’s body was by no means even a shadow of its form glory, and he was tired as if this was the last leg of a long trip.

Why do I never know what is going on……

His train of thought was broken as the bear of a man started to speak once more, obviously the only one amongst the group with enough rank and comfort to speak his mind. “Sir, with all due respect I know we are going into something bigger than we have ever seen before, but we can’t falter now. With your leadership these men have poured their souls out to be the best damn free-company in the Empire. We march better than most regulars. We have stood our ground when others would have found only despair and fled their homes. We have battled all manner of beasts. Now is our moment to prove that any man can defend his homeland against any foe. As long as you stand amongst us, we will fight to the bitter end against these hoofed monstrosities just as we always have.”

The honesty, and vigor of the speech made Osiris’ heart beat slightly faster. Whatever he was suppose to be doing, and whoever he was suppose to be must be important. In the far distance it seemed whatever force that his men were marching towards decided to announce itself. The blowing of a crude horn sounded like a wild animal trying to sing. No one shifted, hesitated, missed a step, or even spoke a word of the sound. The young half demon knew though, he knew the resonating of something primal in his chest they were all feeling. A mixture of fear and anger that hallmarked the beginning of almost every battle was upon them. These were true warriors though, Osiris knew that as well. Each man dealt with his own pending mortality, hatred for the enemy, or the desire to break away to flee in calm silence.

After what felt like twenty minutes or so of brisk marching the free company approached a small village outside the walls of a well built fort. Raising a hand the men stopped their match. A quick flick of the wrist in both directions and the men scattered into the woods and underbrush on either side of the main road leading into town. Osiris couched down trying to stay low as he made his way along a drainage ditch to get a better view of their objective. Passing a crude wooden sign post he caught a glimpse of the town’s name, Rorrastead.


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Bright flashes flared up from behind his eyes as scraps of memories filled his vision. An older man with a well trimmed beard had approached him with a commission for his militia to march to war with the Empire’s regular army. It had been a long discussion in which Osiris had been constantly cautious to agree with taking the commission. The villages were out on the outskirts of the province and if it were not for the militia then the beasts of the woods would have burned the whole area to the ground. It was only by the voices of the other men in the village that he was convinced they should march in the hopes of striking the source of the raiding parties they were forced to beat back on a monthly basis.

Within the span of the following day the whole company was rallied together and began the march to the nearest city where the rest of the army was forming. Coming upon the camping grounds Osiris noticed the other free companies were settled on the fringes of the camp left to disordered training, drunkenness, and gambling which inevitably lead to brawls. The young man would not have his men subject to such disarray and obvious disdain by the regular troops whom kept their distance.

The eyes of the uniformed soldiers scrutinized the band of farmers, miners, blacksmiths, leather workers, and shop keepers as they strode straight up to the generals tent blocking the constant stream of couriers that brought and sent information required for the operation of the army. A middle aged blonde haired man came bursting from the tent screaming for the leader of the unit making such a disturbance. He locked eyes with Osiris and nearly charged him like an angry bull.

“What do you think you are doing boy!?” the city ascent was unfamiliar to the young man.

“I wish to speak with the general and get my orders immediately.”

The blonde haired officer’s eye lid twitched with disgust, “You are nothing but a militia leader, you will report to Captain Darius on the south end of camp as you were told in your commission statement! Get one thing straight you are on the bottom of the chain of command. If you disrupt the chain of command and interrupt the operations of this army again I will have you strewn up and given thirty lashes. Now get back to where you belong peasant.”

Osiris watched as the man turned his back and made his way back into the tent. “I wish to speak with the general.”

The officer gestured to two of the tents fully armored guards and turned back to the young leader with a purposefully slow gait. “You obviously didn’t hear. March your men back with the rest of the common rabble and be grateful you even get to serve your grand Empire. Or would you like your men to watch you beg for mercy while you are tied to the whipping post?”

Running his hand through his jet black hair, void of the horns he had had in another life, Osiris sighed deeply. The officer just stood there and stared him down. Disrespect was something he would tolerate personally, but not for his men. “I challenge you to a duel for the right to speak to my general and the respect my men have earned,” it was a calm challenge, but loud enough to draw the attention of everyone nearby.

The officer was taken aback by the affront to his authority, “You dare challenge a superior? What kind brute are you? Take your brawlers out of my sight before you find yourself a corpse.” The blonde haired man looked back as several of the commanders including the general stepped out of the tent to find what all the commotion was for.

Osiris never took his gave off the man in front of him. “You like to threaten people a whole lot, but I haven’t seen one quality about you that would mark you as a leader. So if it is not voice then it must be your sword, now lift it up or are you a coward?”

The man looked back at the general noticeably shaken, but the man received no comfort from the old war dog. “Well captain Heth?”

Both the guards stepped back and a small clearing was made by the surrounding soldiers, though Osiris’ company still stood at attention seemingly unconcerned with the events unfolding. Heth shook his blond hair and smirked, “So be it peasant.”


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Osiris pulled the axe from its resting place on his belt with his left hand, but did not draw his short sword. Nor did he take a ready stance for the ensuing fight to come. He stood their relaxing and sizing up his opponent who was preparing himself.

Heth drew the rapier he had on him from the finely decorate sheath, and a young lad came running out with his shield adorned with a golden stallion engraved on its face. “You will wish you had gotten the thirty lashes before this over.”

The rapier came thrusting in at Osiris’ chest in one smooth motion. Battle axe came up to meet the refined blade as the youth sidestepped. Before he could make a counter attack the golden stallion was rushing him. The shield impacted against the metal bracer that protected the youth’s right forearm. Osiris clutched onto the rim of the shield before it could retract.

“See, you are nothing but an outclassed brawler.” The rapier came in at a horizontal slash aimed for the neck.

Wood glided against skin as the young man let the hilt of the axe slide down. With a better grip he shot his left hand up and caught the descending blade with the top of his weapon. The two men struggled back and forth fighting for leverage with their weapons and the shield for several minutes.

Heth’s cocky smirk never faded away as he felt the resistance slip away gradually and the edge of his blade descend closer to his opponent’s shoulder. The blond hair warrior shifted his feet and got on the balls of his feet to push down even harder. It was the moment Osiris had been biding his time for.

In one swift motion the youth stepped forward and kicked the other fighter’s ankle, torqued his body clockwise, and threw Heth over his hip. As the middle aged man slammed to the ground Osiris dropped a knee onto the shield pinning an arm, and pushed the top of the axe head down on the right wrist of his foe. The captain was helpless as he wiggled back and forth trying to pull free somewhere. Knuckles slammed into the pinned man’s cheek stunning him for a second.

“Yield,” Osiris commanded him.

No response. Another dull thud announced fist meeting face once more.

“Yield.”

Heth immediately started shifting back and forth trying to slip his restraint. A flurry of blows came down trying to still the man once more. Each one leaving bruised flesh in its wake and what could have only been radiating pain. Sweat started to drip off Osiris’ face with the effort, before he paused again.

“Yield before you’re too bloodied to walk straight.”

“I’ll never yield to a peasant like you.” Blood dripped from his mouth as much as the arrogance of a man too proud of his noble blood.

“Then you are a fool Shoving off from Heth, Osiris stood on his feet and walked back to his men. There was no clapping or cheering, just small smiles. The large bear of a man that was second in command offered up a small rag for the young man’s bleeding knuckles.

“Thank you Luth.”

“Don’t mention it. I think you won your little chat with the general.” The great man nodded his towards the tent where the general was standing.

The old war dog caught eyes with Osiris and nodded his head, before turning back into his tent. The young fighter wrapped his knuckles with the rag and walked towards the tent. As he passed Heth two men were helping him to his feet. The captain’s face was already swelling from the beating. It was a sad sight, but no one seemed too upset about it.


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The huge command tent was lined with tables covered in maps and inventory logs. Osiris walked over to the one the general was looking down at and stood with his hands behind his back. It was several minutes before the General acknowledged the waiting man. He seemed in deep contemplation. He jumped between three points on the map constantly while going over a set of nearby notes.

The commander cleared his throat, “You seem to have a good reputation where you live. That’s why I sent a recruiter all the way out to your area. It’s too bad Heth had not heard of your villages’ record for being able to push back raiding parties. I am also impressed by how quickly you got here. It’s also fortunate you seem eager to leave, because I have a special assignment for you.”

The General continued to talk as he gestured to come closer, “Here, this garrison and the village that support it will be our staging grounds for this campaign once we move out from the city. Rorrastead is just south of Troll Country. I have already dispatched a number of scouting parties to try to maintain the area free of enemy raiding parties until we arrive. Still, your men are obviously familiar with this style of fighting. I need you to take up the defense there and ensure the supplies we will be needing are secure upon our arrival. Give this letter to the head of the Knights Order that maintain the keep. It will give you the authority to build and maintain the level and style of defense you find required. If they give you any trouble, tell them General Fulmont sent you. Now, gather your supplies and move out.”

“Understood,” Osiris took the letter and promptly left the tent and prepared for the four days march ahead. It was nice that he would have a chance to prove his men’s worth even before they entered the thick of battle.


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Finally his vision came back and the memories made it clear why he was there, except they didn’t. He was even more confused about the reality he had seemingly dropped into. Actual memories of a life he wasn’t suppose to have. It was something he had never experienced before. Still, he had to stay alive to figure things out and regardless of the situation there were people depending on him. Whether they were real or not didn’t matter. In this time and place they were real enough for him to care.

If there is suppose to be units of scouts around here, where are they all at and why haven’t they noticed us yet? Something is off.

Only a few people seemed to be moving throughout the village, but Osiris was too far away to see clearly. Moving swiftly while still crouching low the youth ran from one covering to the next until he was pressed against the wooden side of a small house. An odd smell caught his nostrils as he peaked out from around a corner. That’s when he noticed the black smoke coming from the chimney of a nearby building.

Crawling under a cart loaded with hay he could get a better look at the main street which most of the structures lined. Several men came running out of different buildings all holding weapons. They met mid street sparred for several minutes and then ran back into different buildings. Osiris put his ear against the wall and heard similar sparring noises inside. It seemed the whole village was training.

Maybe I am just being overly cautious…….

Just then another group of men came storming out of the buildings and Osiris caught a glimpse through a door way into what appeared to be the local tavern. A mutilated corpse of a man had arrows pierced through it, nailing it to a huge wooden eight pointed star mounted over the hearth. The young man’s eyes with wide with fear and outrage as things started to make sense. Very slowly he crept backwards out from underneath the cart and then retraced his steps back to his men, accept twice as carefully this time.

“What’s going on?” Luth’s voice was filled with concern as he handed his leader a water skin.

Osiris took a heavy slug of water as he contemplated what to tell his men. Another horn sounded from further out in the wild, and in turn was answered by a call that came from one of the towers of the garrison. Looks of confusion swept through free company, but remand silent realizing something was amiss just as their raven haired lieutenant had.

After his drink he spoke in hushed tones though the words shook with anger, “They are traitors and heretics. The other men sent to this place have no doubt been slaughtered. I believe one of them is decorating the fireplace in the tavern.”

Everyone man tensed as their hands instinctively found the hilts of their weapons.

“All I saw was the village, but I have a sinking feeling the keep is in a similar state. That means, we are outclassed. If the knights bent their knees to chaos then we are faced with something I cannot foresee us taking head on.”

Luth spoke like a true warrior of their holy patron, “Well we can’t just sit here and wait. We don’t have the provisions, and I’ll be damned before I ever sit by letting those heretics prepare to join with the enemy and kill our brothers!”

A murmur of agreement swept through the company.

“So be it. We will purge this cancer and hold the garrison ourselves,” Osiris paused for a moment to form a plan in his mind. “We will split into two forces,” he began drawing in the loose soil with his finger. “Here on the west end of the town opposite of the garrison the first unit will come out of the woods and use the short bows to light the buildings afire. Then, when they come out and charge you the second unit will counter charge from their western flank. The key is to rip through them as quickly as possible. We should have them out numbered and surrounded.”

“And what of those in the keep?”

“We will set up traps further back in the woods. When the keep’s gates open we will fall back and take up positions where cavalry cannot run us down. As they try to hunt us down we will pick them off one by one and take them before they can charge us.”

For the next few hours the men spent their time sneaking through the thick woods and fields of crops. Most of their time spent hiding away from passing groups of corrupted towns folk and crafting basic traps from tree boughs and lengths of rope. By the time everything was set and the men were familiarized with the surrounding area it was nearly twilight.


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Osiris stood next to a great oak tree with his right shoulder leaning against it. He could hear the rowdy collection of people in the various dining halls throughout the village. A grimace marked his face as he considered what was about to happen. Across the way he saw his men start to light their arrows with rags drenched in oils. Small balls of fire shown out from between the trees and approached the town with a slow advance. It was eerie as the visage of the men holding the bows came into sight little bit by little bit. Shadows dance on their stern faces as they leveled the bows and let loose a flaming hail.

The straw and wood rooftops caught like kindling and within moments the air was thick with smoky haze. The villagers came running out with their arms in hand. Before they even spotted the enemy another volley of arrows was falling on the street. Screams were drowned out by battle cries that roared up through those still standing. Just as expected the panic induced by the sudden attack led the barbaric demon worshipers to charge their assailants in an unruly mob.

The time had come for Osiris to do his part. Just as the two groups were about to meet head on the raven haired leader charged out of the covering. No battle cry was given as the flanking unit sprinted forward in silence. By the time the villagers realized what was going on and shouted a warning out to one another it was too late. The men pressured in on both sides pushing their foes so tightly together they could not strike back. They gained ground by the minute until the villagers were pinned against a large barn. The wall was quickly painted with shades of crimson blood. Ax and sword had sliced through the flesh and crushed the bones of the unholy.

Osiris’ body shook from the exertion of constantly swinging the two weapons and having to pull them out of the bodies of those he had slain. It was gruesome work, but it had to be done to keep their holy Empire alive. Still, he had expected something to approach from the keep and interfere with their assault on the village. If more blood needed to be shed, then it seemed he would have to hunt it out himself.

What is going on, I am even thinking like I am from this world now. How is this real though? It can’t be.


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Just then the gate came open and Osiris was about to call for a retreat when he was stunned by what he saw. It was not a unit of cavalry or even a group of knights. A lone man in dark plate armor painted in shades of blue and trimmed with gold came striding out with his helmet tucked under an arm. The man’s face though was covered with a fabric mask and hood leaving only his eyes showing.

Turning slightly the raven haired man barked orders at his men to take the wounded away and the rest to form up the ranks just outside the woods. “Luth, you are in charge for right now. Don’t do anything stupid.”

Luth was still standing next to him while the others fell back. The bear of a man hesitated to follow the order. “You don’t do anything stupid yourself,” he stared at his commander with large brown eyes; stern but kindly.

“One way or another I am going to find out what happened here. Now I gave you an order.” It pulled on Osiris’ heart strings to be so abrupt and then walk away. As he looked back more visions hit him sending an overload of information. They were memories of his childhood; Days of playing in the local creek, working in the fields, and nights around the dining table. All of them filled with images of family and friends Osiris had never had, but always wanted. And there standing at the center of ever image was Luth as a young boy, his little brother.

Shaking his head he blinked rapidly to make the wetness building in his eyes. Keep it together! This place isn’t real damnit!

Sheathing his weapons he marched straight up to the approaching warrior who seemed unarmed. The height difference between the two men must have been a foot, but the young free company commander was undeterred. Both men eyed each other for a few tense moments before anyone spoke.

“My master wishes to speak with you,” the man’s voice echoed unnaturally in the air.

“Why should I go anywhere with a traitor like you?”

The unholy knight shifted his weight slightly, “I have betrayed nothing. The truth is merely more evident to me now. My master merely wishes to speak to you, a gracious offering of mercy many do not receive. If you do not accept, she may well deliver onto you an assault which you have no defense for. So, for the time, being spare your men an agonizing death and come with me.”

In utter silence the two men walked back toward the fort. Another flash and Osiris’ vision changed for an instant, hardly noticeable. It was as if the angle he was looking at the approaching gateway had merely shifted to the right. His head turned slightly to the right, and all he could see was the back of the armored man leading him into what seemed to be sure death.

What is this?

Passing through the gates they were closed once more by a contingent of other heavily armored men, though none as spectacular as his guide. Soon they were approaching a large doorway of wood and iron rivets. A great metal star was bolted into the stone above the doorway marking the territory of Chaos followers. Osiris’ eyes were transfixed upon the sight. Runes seemed to dance along the eight pointed figure, shifting from one color to another. Rubbing his eyes the young man thought he was seeing things, but he was not so. Not only did the runes keep dancing, the whole relic seemed to beat as heart did.

It matches my heart beat….


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The door swung open seemingly of its own will and proceeded to shut in the same manner. The entrance was a huge hall lit by a massive chandelier lined with candles. Still, the light was dim to say the least. Osiris jumped at the sound of a blade being unsheathed. He spun on his heels and immediately got his weapons at the ready. A huge blade dropped towards his head and he was barely able to deflect it away and back peddle like mad.

“My master may wish to see you, but you still must earn your audience with her. You may strike me down, or find her chamber before I slice you in twain.”

A horizontal strike came sweeping in on the youth’s right side. He threw both the short sword and the axe up in defense knowing he could not redirect the blade enough with only one arm. How over whelming he was about to be overpowered was something he had not imagined. The great sword obliterated the shorts word, snapping it in two. The axe handle splintered under the pressure and flung out of its wielder’s hand.

He tried to roll away from the oncoming attack but the opponent had a great reach. Blood splattered to the ground and Osiris yelled in pain. The blade had sunk into his flesh so deep it impacted the bone in his upper arm. The wounded man clutched his injury and sprinted down a corridor. He heard the heavy footsteps of the knight following him, much quicker than anticipated for a man in such cumbersome armor.

Damn it, Damn it, Damn it! I need a weapon!

The first door in the hallway came up and he slammed his boot heel into it. The room was filled with nude bodies strewn about. The snapping of jaws and the tearing of flesh echoed in the bare room. Three disgustingly mutated hounds stopped their gorging and looked up at the intruder. Their crusty fur, teeth, claws, and the bony protrusions coming out of their backs were all covered in gore.

Fuck my life….

Sprinting. Desperate sprinting.

Osiris went all the way down the hallway and then climbed the stair case that spiraled up into the tower. He never dared to look back to see how close they were. His heart was trying to escape his chest, but his blood was much more successful at that same endeavor as it poured out of his arm. Each step made his head a little lighter, and he was taking a lot of steps… as quickly as possible.

Taking an exit midway up the tower he saw three doorways on his left and one straight ahead. The panic in him didn’t allow him to stop and check the others. Instead he barreled straight into the far door falling into another darker room. Without thinking he spun around on the floor where he had fallen and slammed the door shut. Grasping in the dark he pulled down the wooden brace that barred the doorway shut only to hear the dreadful thuds of the hounds slamming into the thankfully solid barrier.

Laying there on the stone floor he tried to catch his breath and bandage his arm with torn strips of his shirt. He bit his lip and almost screamed in pain as he tightened the knot down on the wound. For a moment he felt safe though. Then came a much louder impact on the door. The knight had arrived and was slowly bashing down the door. Osiris was unsure what to do. He couldn’t see anything, only hear the battering ram that must have been the knights shoulder, and breathing.

Wait…

The young lad held his breath for a moment, but still he heard the harsh rasping of someone trying to breath. The wounded fighter pressed himself against the wall opposite of where he thought the noise was coming from.

“Sigmar, give me strength,” he whispered under his breath in desperation.

Pulling his hunting knife from his boot he slowly crawled toward the breathing. After what felt like a life time of crawling, but was merely a handful of seconds, he reached out daintily. His fingers brushed against something hard, and… leathery, a boot.

“Who are you?” Osiris demanded.

The rasping person tried to speak with of voice of dried leaves upon the wind, “Zar’rock.”

“I have never heard such a name. Are you a follower of the heathen gods?” The raven haired man raised his knife waiting for a response.

It seemed he had forgotten the truth.

“swo…sword,” the man could barely get the words out.


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A mocking laughter came echoing from outside the room. Osiris knitted his brows together in frustration as he knew the laugh was met for him. He started walking to find it, leaving behind the dark room and the pathetic white man that lay within it. The corridors seemed endless as he walked through the empty maze of the castle. His anger grew little by little as the minutes ticked by and the laughter carried on without pause.

“Enough of this! Show yourself!” His below carried through the whole complex bouncing off of the bare stone walls.

Black smoke came creeping in along the floor from every direction. It spilled from every crack and dark shadow that the room had to offer. Gradually it pooled together building up into a column and then taking on the form of a woman. Throwing out her arms and shaking her hair she tossed off the excess smoke to reveal smooth white skin bare to all to see.

Osiris took a step back in surprise, “What is this?” His mouth began to water at the thought of drinking the life from such a beautiful body. Yet at the same time deep within him welled up a disgust at the very same thought. The confusion was starting to come back even more painfully this time.

“You look like you’re in pain Osiris. Anything I can do to help you?” The woman smiled beautifully, so much so it hurt to look at.

“Who are you?” He stumbled back away from her as she approached.

“Oh, I go by a myriad of names, but really it doesn’t matter. I am here to end your pain Osiris.” Her voice was sweet like that of a whole choir whispering to him.

“I don’t understand. Why am I in pain? Who am I?” Memories flickered in and out of all different things. Not of one life, or two lives, or even three lives, but countless one; Each one broken and left in tragedy at one point or another.

A young boy woken in his sleep and stolen away from his family. An old veteran returning from a war hard one to find his village burned to the ground by raiders and bandits. A widow mourning the loose of her husband and children to plague. A king laid low by his own son’s hand. A soldier caught by surprise by monsters waiting for the return of his leader, his bother. A man butchered in his own home trying to defend his wife from assailant of unnatural power, only to lay on the ground dying, watching his wife being dried of blood and life.

LUTH! Why do I have a memory that belongs to Luth. What is going on? Is that me, I have a memory of something that never happened? Why, what is this place? I can’t take this!

The woman wrapped her arms around the weeping man and pressed him against her bare chest. “Calm down, no reason to strain yourself so much. Take from my body, and join with me as one. Trust me, you will feel so much better.”

Osiris opened his mouth and ran his teeth across her soft skin ever so gently trying to find just the right spot. There, right over her artery he paused. The hurricane of images raged on inside him, showing him things he would never have thought possible. Worlds and galaxies and universes of different possibilities. Each one just as real and detailed as the one was in right that moment. The sudden feeling that he had lived every one of those lives and this was just the latest in a long line struck him in the chest. His lungs felt like they were collapsing as he hyperventilated from the sheer horror of countless memories.

Myriad, Zar’rock… both things that kept coming up over and over again in the memories.

The youth threw himself backwards in paranoia. “WHO ARE YOU?”

The expression on the woman’s face changed to one of great frustration. “Who are you is a better question. You belong with me, now stop fighting it!”

I don’t know who I am, but I don’t want all these memories. I just want them out of me!

Osiris hunched over as his stomach began to heave. Crimson blood began spewing from his mouth creating a rapidly expanding pool. Faces suddenly pushed up out of the like people trying to escape drowning. Suddenly they broke the surface and started swarming out of the pool into the air as ethereal specters. Still, as soon as they left and the pool began to shrink the raven haired man would heave again restoring it back to its full size.

“NO, NO, all that work!” The woman in the room began screeching in rage as the ethereal skulls dived into her body.


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With each expulsion of strange infestation Osiris’ mind became clearer. It seemed to be helping, but as awareness set in a new pain set in; understanding. The memories tore out him leaving behind the truth, and the hunger. The young man’s body shook constantly, and when the purging was over he laid curled up in the fettle position. The weight of regret had crushed him down into something pathetic.

Hollow, the word kept repeating over and over again in his mind.

Purple eyes wandered around the room searching for something that wasn’t there. In fact, he found almost nothing, not even walls. He was no longer bound by the memories or fantasies of another being. He floated in the darkness of space along with Myriad now returned back to his true form; the bare chest of a bestial warrior, an almost featureless face with black emotionless eyes, garb of red liquid energy, and a pillar of crimson smoke seething and writing with the faces of the souls bound within. It was indeed a creature to dread just by sight as it was apparent just by appearance that the strongest souls able to beat down and control the others had taken, crafted, and controlled the body.

But there was another in the seeming void; the man of white, Zar’rock. He sat, leaned up against the blackness like a wall that was not there. He still rasped like a man on his deathbed. The man once revered among his people, The Lost, as a great blacksmith. Now he was bound within his greatest creation hoping that in death he may live again at the side of a great warrior helping him through great and terrible times. What he had never expected though was the intense bound between sword and wielder and thusly the bound created between their existences. For the months Osiris had spent floating around the ruins of Cauldron and wallowing in his grief Myriad had slowly cut their bound and without a battle to call for the need of his blade Zar’rock had been laid aside…neglected.

Pale blue eyes and deep violet eyes locked together equally mournful, dreadfully mournful. With no more interference though, Osiris recognized his companion. A tear ran down the man of white’s face as relief filled his heart at the sight of his master rising to his feet.

I stated from nothing, and here I am again.

It was as if he were in a graviton cracked up unimaginably high. If confusion was a force much like a hurricane in nature then clarity and understanding were like being trapped in the center of a planet. The only thing that allowed Osiris to push up against the oppressiveness was the thought, the goal of reaching Zar’rock. There was no meaning or grand purpose to the task, for all he knew it was as meaningless as any other endeavor. He wanted it though, needed it, he had not committed himself to understanding why…he just acted.

Myriad stormed over in front of the stumbling half breed. “Is this exsistance so much better that you must cling to it in all its meaningless empty glory? You have nothing to be like this, yet you would prefer it over becoming god-like with us? WHO ARE YOU OSIRIS? Are you anything but a name now? Everything that once defined you is gone! Why do you insist o—“

Osiris swung his left leg around and felt his shin crush into the side of the specter’s head. A bright flash of purple light and then an explosion like rolling thunder; The concussive force of the Ki enhanced kick sent Myriad hurtling into the blackness. For that one second of tremendous violence the half demon felt free of the oppressive weight, but once it had passed the sorrow crushed back down on him.

Zar’rock looked on with a faint sad smile as he used what little energy he had left to raise a hand outward. Osiris responded by continuing his slow daunting trudge to reach him until finally he made it. Bending over the half demon grasped the forearm of his companion and pulled him to his feet. Again they locked eyes in the fashion that brothers do when they attend their parents’ funeral; grief stricken but united.

The old Lost One spoke as energy started collecting and flowing through the two. “One way or another. For good, or for ill. We will carve out a reason for our existence. Together.”

Closing his eyes Osiris could feel the hot energy pouring off Zar’rock as his soul was revitalized by a connection once more forged together.


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Taking a deep breath the half breed felt himself solidify. I am the force of nothing. His eyes snapped open and he looked out across his kingdom. He sat upon his obsidian throne up on the lofty heights of that plateau. It was the pillar of his own essence and it had changed to reflect Osiris’ state. No longer was it made of earth. Instead it was a figure of solid ice, a glacier of immense size acting both as support, and as prison. Within the frost was a shadowy figure, obscure to all those who tried to look upon it.

Osiris lifted Zar’rock off his lap and into the air. For a moment he held it there admiring the perfection of the white metal and the craftsmanship of another being spirit. The moment passed though and the half breed swept the blade out across the vista. The lush, forest of twilight had been ravaged two opposing forces. On one side was burned to ashes, the trees nothing but charcoal figures standing in a dry empty desert under a sun that burned with a strange dull light. The other half was plunged in a perpetual night and though the trees still stood they were warped and twisted into unnatural forms. It was like two nightmares had collided with each other. After seeing enough Osiris dropped the tip of his great sword down and slammed it into the ice.

The blade did not bite into the ice at all, simply impacted it without a single mark. It did however create a reverberating ringing sound that held its note for a long time. It was a call, and Osiris could feel them answering it. Within a minute’s time two figures cam streaking onto the plateau. From the burning desert cam the demon in his bestial glory, horns sharpened for war. From the midnight jungle came the other concealed in dark clothes and lacking the wings it once adorned, the shadows at its feet moved and crawled by their own will.

Both entities shifted their gazes between Osiris and the shadowy figure locked within the pillar. Uncertainty and worry reflected in their eyes. Even though they were aspects of Osiris himself, there were still many mysteries locked within the youth’s shifting and damaged psyche. Not to mention the things hidden in his very blood. As much as the youth was uncertain of his place in the world, so to were his inner selves about the state of their existence. A strained sense of anticipation hung in the air making it thick.

Tilting his head back the purple eyes found the sky also transformed. The broken and shattered remains of Cauldron hung in the heavens with the stars all around it, silent witnesses. Without looking down, Osiris spoke to himself, both parts, and Zar’rock. “We have work to do.”

He paused to shut his eyes once more before continuing, “I came from nothing, I returned to nothing, and I will teach this galaxy the sorrow of nothing. So, come all ye who know want a place in this world, and we will craft a new one just for us.”

His eyes snapped open at the sound of a computerized voice. “Sir, the other vessel has repeatedly block my hailing and when I moved secondary protocol of aggressive containment they activated some kind of cloaking device. Additionally, they must have some sort high energy jammer as they are overloading all the ships sensors on every frequency. I have calculated the most likely escape trajectories of escape and the ship cannot have gotten too far considering the jamming device is still working. The emergency engine power should still be enough to catch up with them, but not for long.”

Osiris was standing in the warship’s preparation room or otherwise known as the drop room by the Saiyans for when their warriors would get flown into battle and let loose on the fly. His modified armor was already on and the helmet to protect him from the breathless expanse of space was tucked under and arm. “Computer, scan for gravitational anomalies that would be created by a ship of that size. Then cross reference it with the most likely trajectories so you can get us out around in front of them. Then divert power to the laser cannons and fire on the area to knock out their defenses. Cut power to life support and link the visual scans to my helmet. “

“Understood, scanning and analyzing now sir.” Not more than a minute had rolled by when the ship’s engines kicked on and they were in pursuit. Osiris hadn’t bothered to take the time to put in a very advanced A.I. which meant that it had no real concept of creativity. However its processing systems were still among the most advanced, and had no problems completing the complex tasks it was asked to perform. Still, it would be better if the computer could come up with solutions itself. Was just practical, but the half breed wasn’t worried about that at the moment.

They will learn to respect sorrow, one way or another.


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Osiris stood tall, his throat still dry and his stomach churning with hunger. Neither of those things mattered though. He only stared intently at the viewing screen projected inside his helmet. The most discrete movements of asteroids signaled the nearing of the other vessel. This search would have been hopeless if it was a smaller vessel, but mining rigs had to be large enough to hold the maximum load of ore. Still, even the sharp violet eyes had a hard time tracking where the ship would be if it had not been for the indicator of the computer.

The lights in the ship went out as a slight vibration traveled through the hull of the ship, up through Osiris’ feet, and into his body. It was the massive generators and focal machinery firing up to let lose a barrage of energy beams. There was no sound though. Even with the life support turned off their were still gases in the ship that should have allowed sound to reach the half breed, but it didn’t. There was something else in his ears. The noise was so faint and haunting that the youth simply chalked it up to being alone in space for so long.

“Initiating barrage.”

Several turrets were hydraulically raised out from their concealed positions already glowing bright red with the energy pent inside them. The ship suddenly shifted as the first volley of cannon fire let loose before the stabilization jets kicked on. An entire wave of blasts crossed the distance between the two ships almost instantly. Osiris watched as the rubble and debris of Cauldron were blown apart into small fragments and dust. As the mining vessel tried to use evasive maneuvers though, their trail was obvious in the cloud. The computer guided cannons became more and more accurate raining down destruction on the rectangular mining freighter.

“Sir, the ship has lost its cloaking and has raised shields. At this pace the cannons will overheat before breaking their defenses. What course of action should I proceeded with?”

Osiris sighed deeply, “Don’t let up, let the cannons overheat. Fire the N-7 mines to cut off their path and get us in close. I am going to board their ship. Once I leave, don’t let them pull away. If you deplete the energy supply that is fine, parts can be scavenged from the other vessel to put us up to operational. Understood?”

“Understood. Launching deployment rockets now. Should I count down the closing space between the two vessels?”

Osiris clenched his fist feeling his heart start to push the blood through his veins faster. “No, just put it up on my screen.”

What is that noise? It’s so dull and distorted. I don’t understand where it is coming from.

The train of thought abruptly ended as another one cut in. Is that a ma……changelings. So that’s what this is. Some PTO grunt trying to make a name for himself by slipping under the K.E.’s radar and harvesting the planet.

“An unexpected spike in energy has been detected and is approaching. The other vessel has stopped, do you wish to keep the previous course of action?”

The computer’s digital voice was starting to grind of Osiris’ nerves. His fist slammed into a control panel opening the drop hatch. The air in the room was sucked out into the void along with the half breed. Free of the ship’s artificial gravity a burning aura wrapped around the half breed who cut a path of light through the darkness. “Take the ship back to safe distance and hold for further commands. Keep a lock on the other vessel though.”

If the computer responded to his last command it went unheard. The target was in sight, his purpose was clear, and for the moment nothing else mattered.


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A dozen energy balls came swarming towards Osiris as the distance between the two fighters closed rapidly. The half demon was not use to the zero gravity yet though and all his course corrections were too extreme. One of the balls skimmed his leg making it detonate causing a chain reaction setting off all the others. The explosive force didn’t feel the same though. Without an atmosphere there was no fire or smoke, no heat either; just the concussive force of the energy expanding. The blinding light in contrast to the bleakness is what caused him to flinch though.

In those few seconds it took for the half breed’s eyes to adjust the little green changeling came up under his guard. A fist planted itself in Osiris’ stomach knocking the wind out of him. Spinning around the large muscled tail swung around and smashed into ribs sending its victim soaring through the debris of Cauldron bouncing around the craggy asteroids like a pinball.

The odd sound in Osiris’ ears got a little louder like a dull roar from a stadium in the distance.

“Damn it! Focus!” The youth screamed at himself as he charged back in towards his opponent with the help of his ship’s tracking system. Power surged through his limbs as he collected Ki for what was going to be an onslaught. Racing towards a larger chuck of earth that was indicated to be his opponents hiding spot his eyes flicked around to see where the horned bastard would come out from. All he saw was a bright glow start to come up around the edges though.

A huge stream of yellow Ki blew through the rock and came barreling at the over eager warrior charging headlong into it. Osiris hardly had enough time to cover himself as it impacted him with more force than he had felt in a long time. It took all his might to stay in place and not be thrown too far from the battlefield. The outer coating on his armor had been burned away. The realization of the disadvantage he was in finally hit him fully.

This suit can’t take the same punishment I can. A sharp pain shot through his side signaling a broken rib that had been weakened by the tail strike and then snapped under the strain of the blast. I am weaker than I thought. I have to be more careful. Dying here would be pointless.

“So that’s why they call them changelings.”

The little green creature had transformed into a hulking monster. Hooked around one of its horns was a scouter, with an attachment that wrapped around the throat, which it was busy pressing buttons. Suddenly a message popped up on the viewing screen of Osiris’ helmet that indicated an incoming signal. He knew exactly what it was and did not hesitate to activate the function.

“I like to talk to the poor souls I kill. Makes it more satisfying to hear them beg for mercy once they realize what they have gotten themselves into. Tell me runt, you going to start beggin’ now, or do I need to beat on you a little more?” the voice was extremely feminine despite having only a few other feminine features common to other humanoid species, though Osiris was not sure exactly how to tell the difference between the two sexes of the changelings.

Arrogant bastard.

Osiris looked down at his hand and decided he was only at half his usual power. “Pain is nothing new.”

He stared into the changelings eyes with distain. A growl rose up out of the half demon’s throat as he pulled together as much power as he could muster. Still, his body ached and his injured rib made it difficult to breath. He unsheathed Zar,rock from his back and leveled it at his foe without ever breaking eye contact.

“Let’s get on with it,” the word s were barely out his mouth before Osiris blasted off to strike down his foe. While the Changeling clearly had more experience with combat in zero gravity, she hesitated at the site of the sword. It was a grave mistake that was paid for dearly. The half breed brutally slashed three times with each one making the side of a triangle that covered both shoulders and the enemy’s gut. There was no armor, but the alien’s hide was thick and resilient keeping the wounds from being fatal.

The blood that seeped out of the injuries collected in gobs that hung in between the two fighters undisturbed. For a moment both of them just looked at the sight with a morbid fascination and then it was over. Osiris pressed the advantage causing the blood to splatter over his armor and helmet. He could feel Zar’rocks pouring into him and guiding his blows even more this time as the speed of his attacks accelerated. The serpentine blade lashed out and seemingly split apart as the after image of the blade’s movement showed it in seven different striking positions. All the major joints, knees, elbows, and shoulders, were targeted with deadly precision. Each strike adjusted to how tough the opponent’s skin was so that it could sink in deep enough to cut tendon. The half demon was hoping stun the enemy so he could finish the combo by burying his sword into her chest.


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Violet eyes widened in dismay. Each time he swung the changeling flashed away only ever allowing the blade to barely skim flesh, and never on target. As Osiris thrust forward to end the assault he hit absolutely nothing. The horned alien stood right next to him with a smirk on her face and both hands held high. Two hammer blows swung down and collided with the top of the half demon’s skull. He didn’t get sent very far before he was stomped in the chest stopping his momentum.

“I am going to watch you die, slowly suffocating,” the changeling’s voice was full of malice as it latched onto Osiris. Her tail wrapped around his sword hand as two pale hands squeezed the helmet slowly crushing the reinforced metal. “You should have never gotten in my way, but at least you can rest easy knowing you helped me start my fleet. Would you like to know the name of the woman that killed you befo—“

Her words were cut off as the half breed let go of his sword with one hand and wrapped it around an exposed throat. Every muscle in his hand flexed as hard as the muscle fibers would allow. Nails dug into flesh and the trachea started to flew inwards. “Why would I want to know a dead person’s name when their memory does nothing but disgust me?”

Knees like jackhammers fell into an already injured abdomen. Gritting his teeth Osiris could feel his bones cracking, but he could also feel his opponent’s throat giving out. Had it just been the two fighters on an even plane maybe the half demon would have won that war of attrition. That was not the cause though. The pressure finally compromised the helmet as it crumbled in like tin and several juts of air gushed out the vital gasses.

Osiris’ ears instantly popped with the rapid change of pressure. The changeling lifted her arms and brought her forearms down on the other fighter’s elbows. Between the sudden urge for self preservation, intense pain, and the blow the youth’s hold was broken and the two separated.

Shit, shit, shit… what am I going to do?

As if in response, “Die you miserable whelp. Serves you right for laying hands on a superior being.”

The noise finally became clear as Osiris had a harder and harder time catching wind in his lungs. It was screaming. The screaming of hundreds, thousands, millions. It shook the half demon’s vary bones as fear, true untamed rampant fear ran through his existence for the first time. The souls of his lost people were screaming in the nothingness still feeling the pain of their deaths and the lives they could have had.

They are calling out, to me, to anyone that can save them. But who can? Their screams echo in the nothing and no one came for them even when there was a chance. No government, no hero, no god… they all died together and they all died alone… FOR NOTHING!

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

He was going to become it in earnest. He was going to join all his people in meaningless sacrifice.

Osiris was silent but his soul screamed out joining all those other lost spirits in their anguish.
“FUCK THIS EXSISTANCE!” He roared with what little air remained in his suit.
All the negative emotions trapped inside the half demon erupted as last drop to the volatile concoction, fear, let lose a force that had grown over an entire lifetime. Osiris’ became a figure of pure light before a pillar of amethyst energy exploded out from him, enveloping him. The pillar stabbed into the very fabric of reality above the tortured soul and then began to twist. More and more of the universe gave way before the might of a soul unbound for the first time.

The changeling looked on in awe and terror with mouth gaping wide. “What are you? Who are you?”

Osiris’ voice boomed across the battlefield unnaturally, despite the lack of air for any sound wave to travel on. “NOTHING!”

Just another soul screaming out to be saved amongst the countless others ringing in his ears. That’s all the Changeling was as the painful memories and emotions rained down through the heavens piercing into her flesh like needles. In the instant after penetration each needle liquefied and surged into their victim’s body even further. The horned alien struggled to shield herself, to flee, to hide… there was no reprieve though. Only a select few could have escaped that hurricane of torment alive, and she was not amongst them. The acidic venom ripped through every part of that poor creatures body killing it from the inside.

I will make their death’s matter. I will make EVERY death matter. This galaxy will know the pain of my people. They will learn.


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Finally, after several minutes the universe began to mend itself. The rift closed, ending the Storm of Suffering. The pillar dispersed, and as the light faded away Osiris could see the aftermath of his unleashing. The changeling’s white and green hide was in tatters as muscle and organs floated in space still being eaten and devoured by residual venom, the despair, hate, and fear of the half demon’s soul made incarnate.

“Sir your oxygen reserve is depleting quickly. Additionally, the other ship seems no operational as it has taken heavy shield and propulsion damage from the last energy anomaly,” the computer kept going on concerning other status reports, but they were ignored.

Pushing everything he had into flying Osiris dove straight for the mining freighter like a bull on a rampage. Wheezing, his lips began to turn purple and the screaming in his ears kept growing louder and louder as he came closer to death. His body smashed into the side of ship at the spot that the half breed thought he remembered the now dead Changeling came out of. The metal gave way causing the first door to blow apart as if a missile had rammed into it. Scrambling to get upright he plunged his fingers into the air lock doors and attempted to pry them open. He was so light headed concentrating was becoming less and less possible.

An inch, two inches, four inches, eight inches, finally when the doors came apart about a foot Osiris turned sideways and slipped into the ship before the air locks slammed back shut. Falling to his knees he tore off the helmet and took huge gasping breathes of the ships thankfully fresh air. Each time his diaphragm expanded and contracted the half demon wanted to cry out in pain. It felt like every bone in his abdomen had been reduced to gravel.

Slowly the screaming in his ears died down, but never seemed to go fully away.

In his haste and pain, the youth had forgotten one very important thing…

The barrel of a blaster poked against the back of his head. He hadn’t even gotten enough time to recover in any sense of the word. “What the hell do you think you are doing on our ship?”


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