darkSpyro

If you read any of Army of Legend: Army of Chaos, then you may have seen the debut of my OC, Orion, a kick ass paid soldier with a black heart, an iron will, a troubled past, and a mind filled with revenge. Well, now It's time to tell Orion's real story. It's time to give him life. I present to you, the first installment of Mercenary.


*Rated S, for Scaley.

Chapter I: The Best in the Business
Russian countryside, near St. Petersburg

The air raid had begun. Hundreds of thousands, if not millions of Ardanian bombs fell from the sky as though rain, speeding menacingly into the cold Russian earth. Plasma dragons were soaring alongside the antigrav bombers, pelting the ground with their own deadly breath.
The cruel, fiery hailstorm rained down with fury, as thousands of ground troops ran for whatever cover they could reach, abandoning any attempt at using anti-aircraft weaponry. The onslaught was just too large, and the Ardanian choppers would pick them off before they even locked on. The plasma dragons, a genetically engineered breed created in an Ardanian government laboratory as weapons of war, swooped in low and began sniping soldiers left and right, some with their white-hot breaths, some with their rifles. The autonomous anti-aircraft cannons were disabled, making the Russian 31st Cavalry an easy target.

In the midst of the living hell, a tall, black and green earth dragon dove underneath an overturned hover tank, and covered his head with his wings, praying for his survival and thinking the Russian government was not paying him enough for this. However, there was a reason they hired him: He was the best. He had single-handedly turned the tide of many ill-fated military operations, and it was looking like another one of those times.


"Why the hell do I always have to do it?", wondered Orion aloud. He dug in his gear bag for his canteen, took a long drink, lit a cigarette, and went to work. He moved like lightning, searching the area for a suitable weapon, taking the opportunity as the bombers were preparing for their second pass. At last,he found it, abandoned at a gunning station. A 38 mm bolt action rifle, with two clips of diamond-pointed bullets. They cost a fortune, but were garunteed to blast through any bullet proofing. Orion took to the skies, dodging behind trees to stay hidden.

The bombers curved into a perfect arc, coming back for a second run. Orion rose further into the sky, putting himself in the path of the bombers, hovering defiantly. Beforehand he had checked his ammo: 12 shots, 13 bombers. He was going to have to be creative. As the bombers increased their speed, folding their wings in further, Orion calmly raised the rifle to his right shoulder, lined up the sight, and for just a moment, the world stopped. Orion could feel the weapon as though it were an extension of his own body, felt every last mechanism, as if in slow motion. He felt the bullet slide into place as he pushed the bolt forward, felt the trigger push inward, felt the firing pin strike the primer, felt the primer ignite the cartridge, and felt the explosion as the bullet left the chamber. It soared through what seemed an infinite amount of space before crashing into the Aerogel canopy of the aircraft, splitting the reinforced material at the molecular level. The pilot's brain did not have time to register anything as the bullet, travelling faster than the speed of sound, spiralled into his head, drilling a neat hole in his skull, and tearing right through his frontal lobe. The pilot's life ended, and the world resumed its typical action. The bomber stopped in midair as soon as its computers registered the pilot's nonexistant vitals. Time to use its own systems against it.

Orion flew to it and moved a joystick, triggering an automatic self destruct, with a two second delay. In those two seconds, Orion dropped his altitude by 200 feet, and another bomber flew over the destructing bomber as the countdown hit zero.

The sky was a fiery mess. The explosion blew apart the aircraft, burning the nuclear reactor and the magnetic field disrupter, the blast destroying the second bomber above it, creating a mess of poisonous, radioactive slop.

The two aircraft careened to the ground. Now he had their attention.

"Two for one special", Orion chuckled to himself, "It's time you learned a lesson very vital to your continued existance: Don't **** with Orion."

The black dragon moved through the sky, keeping pace with the bombers. The raid was forgotten, all eyes on him.He went to work, plugging either the pilot or the nuclear reactor with a single round, until he got to the last one. He chased it, maintaining a constant speed. He flew along the left side of the aircraft, maintaining eye contact with the pilot, who seemed to have forgotten the 1st law of aviation: stay focused. For a moment, Orion, too, was distracted. The pilot was a bright yellow electric dragon. For a fraction of a second, he thought of how this pilot might have a life, childen, a family. But then Orion came back to his senses, and swerved out of the way as the pilot plowed his aircraft into a cliff.

With a satisfied smile, Orion hovered to the ground, happily looking out upon the awesome horror he had created. He walked back to the command tent, soldiers looking at him in awe, as if some kind of god.

Upon his arrival, he found Commander Lenorov congradulating his comrades.

"I hope you know, Commander, that I will be expecting a large bonus for that little performance."

But instead of looking worried, the Commander only laughed.

"I'm sorry to tell you, Orion, but your services are no longer required."

Orion knew it was about to happen and he had no way to stop it. The Commander pressed a button on his watch, and Orion's own, military issue watch emitted a fine-tuned electrical charge, knocking him unconcious.

AIR RAID.

Hell yeah. The military's way of telling you it's time to wake the **** up. The most badass part of this has gotta be the plasma dragons. I'll have to come up with some drawings. I'm thinking a light blue color. By the way, anyone seen SCF? He's online right now, but nowhere to be found.

MMMMMMk.

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MMMMMMk.

Say what?

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MMMMMMk.

Say what?

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Ohh, sorry, he's not actually online anymore. Maybe I should've checked again. Do I sound high to you?

Not really.

Good, good. You know, this seems like a great time to post a hilarious, off topic picture. Got any?

I've got one:

......

Is that Hitler? I can honestly say I've never seen him look like that. My computer's being a dick, and I keep getting posting errors, so...

What do you think of the fic so far?

Yes.

It's cool, interesting.

Y'know, I'm writing an Epic Rap Battle, Schakri vs. John Lennon.

That will completely kick ass. But, didn't Bill O'Reilly already take on John Lennon? What about Schakri vs. Peyrite?

Okay, cool story for one.

For two, I'm now officially depressed...

I wish New Alexandria and Club Camelot were real. It is...it's paradise. I want that to be my heaven. To describe to you guys what they're like, Christ, I could write a full-length novel just describing the city. Even then, for you guys to realize just how amazing they are, you'd have to see exactly how I percieve it, like seeing the movie in my head.

I know what you mean, I see the entire Spyro world that way. I'll have chapter two out tommorow, sorry I'm writing slow. I could infact write a novel describing Orion's world as well. Orion is actually based off of a Tom Clancy type book series I was writing about the Second American Revolution, and what it's going to be like, from the point of view of a (Legal) Mexican Immigrant who is fighting in it, ergo Orion's human form. You seem to have the same thoughts based on AOL. If Obama is elected again, there is definitely a high likely hood of a second revolution.

Yeah, it's the capital of my fantasies, the Terminator capital, and it is beautiful. To beautiful to put into words.

Like a visual orgy, involving Cynder- *Sniped*

Yeah, actually.

Wow. O.o

Yeah.

Well, if there's ever a Second Revolution, I'm first on the signup sheet for the Terminator Army.

Bahahahahahaa!

I have a feeling that it's not just Cynder in your visual orgies.

But, speaking of Obama, I'm going to DC in May.

Have fun in DC.

5 day trip, going to Arlington Cemetery, The Smithsonian, Lincoln Memorial, Washington Monument and even the Capitol Building to watch Senate vote on a bill.

In that case, there is and abandoned warehouse two streets away from the National Archives, inside is a case containing a .50 Nitro Express with two clips, and a laser scope, 3 hand grenades and a-- *Sniped*
Sorry, the CIA got me.

I have my own weaponry in that case, 7mm rifle w/ muzzle break, hand loaded bullets with explosive tips, and a $400 scope.

Won't that leave too much of a mess?

It will leave a hell of a message though.

Good point. Save it for if he gets re-elected, in that case we're forming the Terminator Army for real.

I'm still working on a way of altering my genetic code.

I'm going as Schakri, dammit.

I wanna be a mutant.

I want a way to morph from Schakri to myself.

I want Army of Legend to come to life.

I want to live Schakri's life..........all of it.

If only fantasies were real...

Dragons are real, dammit.

I wish.

Genetic engineering, my friend. According to my convoluted conspiracy theories, the military already has it figured out. Ever hear of the Montauk Monster?

Okay, you wanted Terminator ranks? Here.

Ranked Lowest to Highest
PVT: Private
PFC: Private First Class
CPL: Corporal
SGT: Sergeant
SSG: Staff Sergeant
SFC: Sergeant First Class
MSG: Master Sergeant
1SG: First Sergeant
SGM: Sergeant Major
2LT: Second Lieutenant
1LT: First Lieutenant
CPT: Captain
MJR: Major
LTC: Lieutenant Colonel
COL: Colonel
BG: Brigadier General
MG: Major General
LTG: Lieutenant General
GEN: General (Elliot (Shining Force))
GA: General of the Army (Cynder, Robert Elliot)
CMDR: Commander
DCMD: District Commander
NCMD: National Commander
RCMD: Regional Commander (Rapid, Spyro)
GCMD: Great Commander (Alex Vaughn)

As you can see it's US Army ranks with a few extras.

Thanks.

No problemo.

So what are the riding dragons? Do try to answer the question before Prysom kills you and feeds your reproductive organs to a rabid opossum.

Riding dragons are bonded dragons.

If you are a dragonrider, your called a 'dragonrider', and your dragon is known as a 'riding dragon'.

The power a riding dragon has rank-wise is solely dependent on what rank their rider holds. Cause I'm the Great Commander, Piermont, though a riding dragon, has all the power of the Great Commander.

Crash Bandicoot, being a master sergeant, his dragon, although also a riding dragon, only has power equal to a master sergeant.

See what I mean?

Yeah, then Orion would have been a riding dragon.

You want to join our RP, cpay?

Well, Schakri likes to be ridden, but he's not a riding dragon.

So he likes reverse mish?

Yep.

Well, in TAA, Charra was given the nickname "Cowgirl" by her mate. You wanna guess why?

I know why.