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AX's Index for OCT and FFT
2008-2010 (Some fics unaccounted for)
Knight of Exodus
Chapter 1 - The Knight of Exodus
Chapter 2 - My World Is On Fire
Chapter 3 - Prediction of Warfare
Chapter 4 - Avenger
Chapter 5 - The Dragoness
Chapter 6 - The Hunt
Chapter 7 - A Hidden Past
Chapter 8 - Breaker of Minds
Chapter 9 - Crushed Dreams
Chapter 10 - Beneath the Mind
Chapter 13 - The Mind's Disarray
The Bloodspeaker Homicides
I Have No Tongue But I Must Scream
A Girl and Her Vengeance
A Rare Sense of Guilt
The Blood Dance Club
The Fractured Clash in the Shadows of Righteousness
Dream or Reality; The Forgotten Realms of Illusions
Prologue; Depths of Isolation (Scrapped)
1: The Demons Are Her (Scrapped)
The Monster in the Tunnel
3 Sisters and a Dinner
Dogs of the Night
Discontinued until further notice
(Related to KoE)
The Eclipse Beckons
(ties to Wallachia Chronicles)
Discontinued until further notice
The Empty Shell Searching For Answers
Vengeance on Darkness
1 - The Icebreaker
2 - The Tome
3 - The Encounter
4 - The Break
5 - The Town
6 - The Fortress
The Erebus Factor
Chapter 1: Revival
Chapter 2: Scalpel and Sledgehammer
Chapter 3: Maintenance
Chapter 4: Assassination
The Room [Horror]
The Arachnids in the Dark [Horror]
Vivio's Christmas: The Dark Descent Part 1 [Horror]
Vivio's Christmas: The Dark Descent Part 2 [Horror]
Roadside Manor Part 1 [Discontinued]
The Knight, The Mercenary
Roadside Manor Part 2B [Discontinued]
Roadside Manor Part 3 [Discontinued]
Sergey & Sofya
Insanity Trio OC
Vengeance on Darkness OC
Sarah & Alastaire
Emilia & Morgan
The Cancri Index
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Chapter 1 - Knight of Exodus
Located on a planet called Cancri, the Beskanti society is, or was, a complex system containing nobles, kings and ordinary citizens. While the kings rule, the nobles do as they are told by the kings and move this information on to the citizens, and for years this system had been working flawlessly. While the nobles and kings had better standard than an ordinary citizen, there was not that much of a difference between them. The law ruled over all equally (except for the kings) and they all had a say in political matters.
The Beskanti was divided into four nations, each one operating with different rulings, but holding the same caste system as a whole. The relationships between the Northern, Eastern, Western and Southern Beskanti had always been bad and close to collapse, due to them being a proud warrior people that wouldn’t let another nation take control of them.
Some hundred years ago, a large spacecraft crashed on Cancri, carrying valuable technology. No one in the crew survived the crash, but Beskanti scientists immediately set forth to excavate it and began to develop upon the technology it carried.
After a few years, the whole Beskanti society entered the Space Age, as they had developed enough technology to enable space flight. After a lot of experimentation, both succeeding and failed ones, they finally develop a spacecraft capable of outer space exploration.
Not only did they develop machines capable of exploring space, they also found something called ‘Devices’, called so according to the extracted information aboard the crashed craft.
It also told them that the ship’s name was ‘Himalaya’ and had been constructed by a society called Belka.
Following this discovery, they made a goal to develop their own devices, based on this Belkan technology. The result was quite staggering and positive. A program was initiated, called ‘Knight of Beskanti’, to train promising youths together with devices and make use of some of their ‘gifts’.
However, during later years the citizens of Beskanti had shown distaste for the kings’ ruling. Taxes were raised, differences increased and it showed throughout their society that the situation was destabilizing…
Chapter 1 The Knight of Exodus
The big landing bridge hit the ground with tremendous force and made a deep cut into the ground. As soon as the gates opened, hundreds of noble families began to make their way over it, children, mothers, fathers and grandparents alike.
Guarding the landing bridge was The Thousands One. A military force consisting of highly skilled nobles, assigned to protect other nobles’ families at any cost. Baroness Clydia was part of this team, she being the leader of them all. And as the leader, she could not abandon her post at any cost.
This didn’t matter to Sigrid who, while being literally dragged by her father onboard the Joermungandr, kept screaming her mother’s name. It couldn’t possibly be heard over the rest, with everyone screaming, running and crawling onboard.
“Sigrid! You know she can’t abandon her duty!” her father screamed at her.
“But Father, she can still make it onboard! Together with us!” Sigrid retorted while continuing to resist.
“You of anyone should know what duty means to a Beskanti!”
“Yes, yes I know! It’s everything, but I don’t care.”
As she finished her sentence, a pitched war cry was heard over the hills beyond. A force consisting of Southern Beskanti soldiers and Northern Beskanti citizens rushed towards them, with swords swinging, screaming at the top of their lungs.
“Close the hangar!” was heard over the panic that ensued.
“Shit, the gate is closing! Come on Sigrid, if you stay here you’ll be crushed!”
Sigrid’s struggle began to cease, realizing the situation was out of control. Ever so slowly she let her be dragged into the mouth of the massive spacecraft. The contour of her mother against the sun showed her prepare for the oncoming force, The Thousands One easily outnumbered one to ten. Perhaps they could delay the enemy long enough to avoid the spacecraft being captured.
Sigrid spotted the rest of the people trying to get onboard. She and her father were far into the ship now, out of harm’s way for the massive metal gate that was still closing. People who had just made it there continued streaming in, the passage getting narrower. Usually, they would stop, knowing they couldn’t make it. But today, panic was overwhelming, the large mass of people pushing from behind. The people closest to the gate, but on the wrong side, tried to get back, as the gate now began to close too far.
Sigrid watched in horror as some of them got stuck between the people pushing and those already inside. Slowly the metal gate began to push them together more closely, breaking some bones in the process. The lucky ones lost an arm or leg and got at least inside of the ship, into safety.
Others were not so lucky. They were in the absolute middle, the metal beginning to push into their sides. People got cut in half, their screaming ceasing slowly as their innards got crushed into pulp.
When the gate finally closed, the screaming continued, but not from those injured. This was of the horror showing itself at the gate. Peoples’ intestines lay sprawled out over the deck, painting it red. Some extremities also lay there, without their owner in sight. By far the most disgusting though, was the half-bodies lying around, their eyes dead as rock, the other half knowingly on the other side. Their faces had a surprised look on them, which was quite a bit ironic considering their death had been so slow.
Sigrid got pulled into a hug by her father. His familiar smell and warmth came over her and she could relax just a small bit.
“Are you alright my dear?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, Father. I don’t think I’m injured anywhere, it doesn’t hurt at least.”
“Good. Now let us see if we can find a way out from this hangar. This way.”
They walked away from the main crowd, children crying and parents trying to sooth them. Some had injuries from before and was lined up against the wall. The inside of the huge ship looked more like a body collector than a savior in shiny armor.
A voice broke through the crying and wailing.
“This is Baron Theodor speaking. I have taken command of this ship together with my selected crew. Do not worry; we will bring you to safety. As we speak, The Thousands One are making their last stand just outside the gate. Thanks to their efforts we got the time to prepare the engines for flight. I cannot thank them enough and I let my thoughts go to them and their families. I salute you, The Thousands One.”
Among the mass, hands were raised into salutes. Child and old alike, everyone saluted the bravery they had witnessed. Sigrid and her father also joined in, silently crying at the same time.
“And with that, I bid them farewell. Let our gods light shine forever upon them,” the Baron finished. He held the silence for a moment before speaking again.
“Now, I cannot promise the take-off will be smooth, but it’s the best we can do. To the stars we go my fellow nobles.”
For a short moment the silence held. Then a slow humming appeared amongst the corridors, the Joermungandr’s engines starting their cycle. The large ship began to shake a little, only to increase in power the more the engines gave.
“Come on, this way,” Sigrid’s father said and yanked her into a lifepod. The pods were meant to only be used at evacuation, but they were small and cushioned inside to reduce impact. Perfect for such a violent flight.
Inside it, noises from the outside were lower, but the shaking increased. It threw them around inside the pod, but it was still bearable. Sigrid tried not to think about the poor souls still in the hangar, their already injured bodies sustaining more damage with every shake. She wanted to help her fellow nobles, but deep inside she knew she couldn’t. Not while this continued. It had to wait.
The Baron’s voice rang out again.
“The shaking is worse than anticipated, but I guess you figured that out. We are being followed by Injectors at the moment and they are shooting at us. However, our altitude is getting too high for them and they are veering off one after one. We will make it into space.”
Sigrid let out a sigh of relief while her father stroke her head absentmindedly. She was safe here, onboard the Joermungandr.
A few minutes later the shaking seized to almost nothing and Sigrid, together with her father, emerged from the lifepod. The view was not appealing. People from the hangar had been thrown around relentlessly, some even as far as into the corridors Sigrid was now standing in.
Her father sensed her need to help and let go. She rushed off in a hurry to attend to the wounded as soon as he let go, not even looking back.
Her father understood. Even when she was little she always wanted to help wounded; animal, human or enemy alike. She had a bright future in front of her.
The same could not be said about himself, as his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden pain in his gut. He looked down and saw something shiny sticking out with red color dripping from it. He touched it and felt warmth.
Suddenly the claymore that had slashed his innards pulled back, out through the decimeter wide hole in his back. He flinched at the sudden pain and started to turn around to face his demise. He didn’t make it however, and collapsed onto the cold metal floor, his blood silently forming a red pool beneath him.
At this moment someone rounded the corner to the corridor.
“Father, I forgot-“
She stopped in her tracks when she saw it. On the floor her father laid still and silent. His clothes began to soak up the blood beneath, making it change color. Above the body of the former Baron, a man with a claymore drenched in blood stood. His face was a distorted view of lunacy and happiness.
“All of you shall pay for what you have done!” he screamed out. “I am your devil, your enemy! For the glory of the citizens of Beskanti, I shall-“
a digital voice suddenly rang out, much too close for comfort.
For anyone knowing the word, stepping out of the way would be the logical choice. But the man, still blabbering about how their gods have given him gifts of power, stood his ground.
The swift and sharp blade of Forseti first hit his right leg, passing skin, hitting the bone. Then it hit again, this time in his other leg. The swift striking continued while Sigrid, her eyes fully opened in pure rage, screamed at the top of her lungs. Not the Knight of Beskanti war cry, but that of a girl who had just lost the last thing she held the closest.
It was amazing the man still stood when Forseti deactivated, the spell duration over and Sigrid empty of all the power she could muster. Blood poured out from hundreds of sword wounds, his eyes stabbed out, his mouth slashed open and his body looking like a broken umbrella. Then, finally, after Sigrid already had fallen to her knees beside her father’s body, the man began to tip backwards. He hit the floor with the sound of water hitting cement.
She could not stop crying as she turned her father over and tried to resuscitate him. Common sense told her he was already a goner, but she ignored it and continued until she couldn’t move her arms anymore. She fell forward, exhausted both mentally and physically, onto her father’s blood drenched chest. She stayed like that, wanting everything to end, while letting her tears fall freely.
The moan of others could be heard again as her senses slowly returned. The people in the corridor had not noticed the battle and went on with their pained business.
She wanted to stay where she was, but from somewhere deep inside her, she mustered the strength to stand up. Albeit a bit shaky on her legs, she stood up and saluted. Yet another noble life gone, this time the second within her own family. Now she was alone on the ship, at least deep inside her mind.
A sudden and mighty powerful lurch threw her off balance. She tried to compensate, but only made it worse. She stumbled backwards into the lifepod, tripped on the hatch and fell backwards. She hit her head hard on the control board, which caused the hatch to slam shut.
Through the fog that now clouded her mind, she heard the Baron’s voice again, distant but noticeable. Before she fell into unconsciousness, she heard him mentioning ‘out of control’ and ‘wormhole’. Then everything went black.
If someone inside the Joermungandr would be able to look at it from outside, the view would probably disturb their minds. The mighty warship of Northern Beskanti, riddled with black scorch marks and holes from the previous aggressors, approached something that would be best described as a hole into nothing. Space was warped around it, distorting the light from the stars behind, and an ever so slight humming sound reached the Joermungandr’s hull. Sound could of course not travel in space, but this was of a more advanced level. Slowly the warship began to sink into the darkness beyond. Looking from the spectacle directly beside it would show the spacecraft disappearing into empty space, cut off perfectly in a straight line.
After a few minutes, the entire five hundred meter length of the almost rectangle shaped spacecraft was swallowed, leaving Beskanti space empty of space traveling vessels.
Orbiting in silence above the planet Mid-Childa, the dimension travelling spacecraft Claudia was performing her standard maintenance run. With the engines checked out and her navigation working correctly, as it did every time tests was run, her CO, Admiral Chrono Harlaown, leaned back in his seat with a content smile.
“Everything is fine and checks out Admiral. Do you want to initiate dimension insertion?” one of his navigators asked.
“Please do so,” he responded.
“Wait! Something is happening in our vicinity,” another navigator cried out.
Chrono straightened up in his seat. Happening? What could this possibly be, he wondered.
“What is it?”
“Admiral, an unknown object is emerging from something, ninety degrees to starboard. It’s huge!”
“Bring the cameras on,” he ordered.
Screens flicked to life and showed something rectangular shaped rushing at high speed towards them. Objects were coming of it, probably metal scraps losing their grip.
“What the hell is that thing? It’s bigger than this ship!” Chrono demanded from his subordinates.
“I think it’s a ship, Admiral, but she is heavily damaged.”
“Damaged? I don’t see anything.”
“Here, I’ll bring it into view,” the navigator said and made a few clicks on his panel.
The view that sprang forth was quite magnificent. From the front, the ship looked terrifying and menacing. From the side however, it proved how much of a wreck she really was.
Where there would usually be engines was now replaced by a perfect vertical line, cutting off all of her inner sections. She was wide open, all kinds of objects spewing out of her hangar.
“What are those things?” Chrono asked one of his analyzers.
“I can’t get a good reading…no, wait I got something. It’s…” he said and turned white.
“Yes?” Chrono asked slightly taken aback by the sudden pause.
“Admiral, all those dots we see on the overlay…its all humans. Or at least, living beings.”
“My god,” Chrono said and slumped back in his chair. “How many?”
“I’m counting about…seven hundred and fifty eight.”
Chrono drew his hand across his face and took a deep breath in an attempt to gather his sense. He succeeded, partly.
“Well, it’s too late for them. We don’t know how long they have been out there and it’s too many anyway.” He regretted saying it, but he knew they would understand. His ship was in no order to conduct a rescue operation. “How about the ship itself? Where is it heading?”
“Mid-Childa, Admiral. I’m calculating the impact will be quite close to Cranagan.”
“How close?” he asked and didn’t want to hear.
“Not too close to cause any damage, I’m relieved to say. It will crash in the ocean, a few clicks from the training grounds.”
Chrono drew a sigh of relief. “And what about the aftermath?”
“Not anything damaging. The buildings might get a rigid cleaning, but it won’t hurt it.”
“Glad to hear it,” Chrono said and allowed his breathing to slow a bit.
“However, you might want to warn them of what is coming.”
“I’m already on it, Private,” he said as he punched in the codes for high speed communications.
A number of hours went past before the Joermungandr broke the atmosphere of Mid-Childa. The calculated crash area and its surroundings had been evacuated just in case and some of the people informed of what would happen had gathered on a few rooftops.
When it broke through the clouds, the spectating crowd went silent. The view was too much for them to react to.
As it wasn’t everyday a huge spacecraft fell through the sky, it was even more impressive due to the condition it was in. Fires had broken out along its hull, the dive-in into the atmosphere quite steep and the following heat setting loose parts on fire. Metal scraps continued to fall of it, getting higher speed than the mass it came from. It fell for what seemed minutes before its tip reached the water’s surface. Cascades of water got thrown into the air, putting out some of the fires that still raged about and the ground shook violently as its massive mass dug deeper and deeper into it. It was on the equivalent of a minor earthquake.
Slowly but surely its descent stopped until it couldn’t go down any further. Then, it began to tilt to one side. The analyzers aboard the Claudia had prepared for this, as its length couldn’t support the angle it had landed.
However, opposed to what was expected to happen, a metal shrieking sound was heard and the tilting stopped. After that, everything fell silent.
Now, a new object joined the horizon from the view of the city. The sun shone upon the spacecraft, reflected off the water and onto the buildings around it. The ship was no longer a ship, but a part of Mid-Childa.
“Admiral, we are trying to track all of the remaining objects, but there is one standing out,” one of the analyzers said and worked quickly across his panel.
A strange object popped into view, not a living being or metallic scrap. It was egg shaped with its own working thrusters trying to stabilize it, but not with much success.
“Could be an evacuation vessel,” Chrono concluded. “Any sign of life inside it?”
“The analyzer tool can’t get a lock. It’s moving too fast.”
“Even if there is nothing, I can’t let this chance slide by,” Chrono said and called up another monitor. “Captain Takamachi, take a few air mages with you and recover that object. Do not let it fall into the ocean.”
“Yes, Admiral,” the brown haired girl said and cut off.
Eyeing the monitor, he saw several dots of light approach the object, closing in fast. When they reached it they gathered around it and managed to get a hold of it. Its descent slowed a great bit, they managed to steer it off its course, until they finally landed on an empty field close to the training ground. From there a salvager and, if needed, a medical team was on stand-by.
Chrono flicked off the monitor and focused his crew on collecting more data on the pieces raining down through the Mid-Childa evening sky.
A Future Possibility [Gore]
Reapers Revolution - Prologue + Chapter 1: The Current Situation
Reapers Revolution - Chapter 2: Operation Capital Void
They came from Within [Horror]
They came from Within: Survivor [Horror]
Unknown Title [Horror]
The Basement of Science [Horror]
Code Magnolia [Horror]
Code Magnolia: Forgotten Business[Horror]
Code Magnolia: Knight of Rage
The Monster in the Park [Horror]
Fate's Dilemma: The Beginning [Horror]
Fate's Dilemma:The End [Horror]
The Yagami Boat
Choices without Choices [Romance]
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