WIP Full Story + I have returned

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Before you ask me about it,

 

1. Yes, I have indeed returned to the Amateur Writing Section. School isn't quite the dictatorship I thought it would be (for good reason :P). and so I had time to watch every episode of Hellsing Ultimate work a little bit on my full-length story, hopefully published in time to get me some dough for university.

 

2. The title of the story is NOT "I have returned" - I have no idea what to call it as of yet!

 

3. This isn't all I have, I just decided to give it to you little by little up until, say, Ch. 5. Then the rest is a surprise and all that fancy stuff.

 

 

Now that that's out of the way, let the show commence, so to speak.

 

Prologue

 

The robot was coming. Jason knew that much. The real question was whether he would be able to stall it out long enough so that the rest of his friends – friends, not “squad”, “team”, or even “allies” – could escape the military structure, taking valuable information with them, albeit with one less team member. The entire Order would appreciate the Intel, and no doubt Jason’s family would receive much-needed financial benefits, along with the others sent to retrieve it.

 

The operation, dubbed “Operation Sentinel”, had worked beautifully in the beginning. Lea, Dexter, and Serena had been chosen to retrieve the data, hidden amongst the millions of cloud files on the supercomputer powering the base. The rest of the team went to work on turning the complex against itself, sowing seeds of discord amongst guards and executive officers alike. Over time, the guards killed off the officers one by one, and then set to work killing each other. The armored machines sent to reinforce the building from impending Order attacks were easily dispatched by Jason’s team, who then cleared out the remaining guards. Success. The Order had a new base to fill up with military personnel. However, as soon as the Legionnaires learned of the Order’s operation, assault bots were sent in their numbers – big, hulking, humanoid brutes, armed with shoulder-mounted machine guns and enough strength to send battle tanks flying. Jason had received his own reinforcements from the Order, but the bots still proved difficult to deal with. He would know – he had faced one by himself, with no help. He would forever remember the day he stared into the monstrous red eye in the middle of its chest, and then saw no more as a giant metal fist slammed into his side. That was the downfall of the entire operation. Jason was injured, close to crippled, and thus could not help his team. The assault bots were indeed taken care of, but only because the Order sent some of their own robots in to help. By then, the team was reduced down to only five, the three sent to retrieve important data included. And it only got worse from there. The Legionnaires, refusing to divert the main bulk of their forces from Battlefield VII, sent in an experimental assault bot, heavily modified to the point that it no longer was a true “assault bot”. 

 

Like most other assault bots, it had a red eye in the middle of its lightly armored chest, but that was where the similarities ended. Instead of beefy limbs made for smashing heads in, it had nimble, light arms and legs that complimented the new wings on its back. Each arm had an assortment of deadly offensive ranged weapons, but it seemed the main highlight of its armory was the melee weapon it held, used with deadly efficiency. It appeared to be a polearm of some sort, with a large circular saw at the end. Jason knew all of this because it had taken out the rest of his team, leaving only Jason, Lea, and Serena alive, albeit heavily injured. And possibly because it had been chasing him for the last couple of minutes or so, before he temporarily lost it in the maze of metallic corridors.

 

What was terrifying about this new automaton, however, was not its impressive amount of weaponry, but its tactical mind. It had successfully opposed both the basic and advanced counter-pull techniques that easily took down the normal assault bots, and swiftly employed the exact same tactic to destroy the Order-based machines. This was behavior never before seen in a robot, be it Order-based, or Legionnaire.

Jason felt a twisted sense of honor – this new machine was sent by the most powerful military organization on Earth to hunt him down, specifically. When the robot finally did find him, it found a heavily injured man, smiling at it.

 

“So, this is where it ends, huh? You are one mean ugly hunk of metal.”

 

“Yes, this is where it ends. And this ‘mean ugly hunk of metal’ is called ‘Ahl’.

 

“Any regrets, former commander?”

 

In other circumstances, Jason, or any other human for that matter, would have been shocked by the fact that a robot replied in an intelligent matter. But then again, this was no normal circumstance.

 

“I really don’t. I’ve lived my life as I wanted to, Ahl”, and with that name, Jason spat at the ground, possibly taking half the blood he had left with his saliva,  “I have a family to carry my legacy, and my mission is complete here.”

 

“Ignorance is bliss, I suppose.”

 

Jason frowned.

 

“Ignorance? Clearly it’s you who is ignorant, I succeeded in doing my job – stalling you out long enough for my team members to escape.”

 

The robot cocked a gun at Jason’s face, and with its other arm, held up three limp bodies.

 

“You meant these team members?”

 

The last surviving member of Operation Sentinel died, screaming.

 

Ch. 1.

 

Over a decade later, and the failure of Operation Sentinel was still fresh in General MacRyde of the Order. Partly because the losses of valuable human assets had led to Legionnaire dominion over half of Earth, and partly because their robotic toy was still wreaking havoc on the battlefield. The latter in particular.

 

The General was nearing his 60^th year, and yet the stress of Battlefield VII, with the inevitable high strategy that came along with being a general, made him look an easy 20 years older than he truly was. The Legionnaires were no longer a simple terrorist organization, but now a powerful and effective military organization, fighting the Order for control over Earth. Their immense power could be seen through their battle machines, their intelligence through the tactics those machines showed, and their resources through the one robot that single-handedly ensured Operation Sentinel would fail.

 

The General sighed. Brooding over such problems like the war would not make it easier. Standing in his personal bedroom, he picked up an empty coffee mug and put it in the dishwasher, where it would inevitably come back out, fresh and clean, in about a minute. Technology had advanced so much from when he was once a child.

Picking up the phone was the General’s next move. It would ring in the comm. room a few floors beneath his, where a secretary, always alert, would answer:

 

“Hello, General McRyde. What can I do for you, sir?”

 

“Not much. Just tell Johnny that I expect to see him inside the conference room in around 10 minutes, thank you.”

 

There was laughter on the other side.

 

“Sir, Johnny’s right behind me. He’s going up to the conference room right now.”

 

“Ah, alright then. Thanks.”

 

The dishwasher beeped, but the General was already out the door.

 

 

Johnny was rather worried. The General rarely called for anyone to meet him in a private meeting, and when he did, the topic normally went around the lines of a dismissal. He walked up the stairs to the executive floor, only just rebuilt from a Legionnaire missile attack, and got in the conference room. Unsurprisingly, the General was already there, sitting in a chair. The head chair, of course.

 

“Take a seat, will you? We have quite a bit to talk about.”

 

Johnny took a seat, face clearly showing what he expected to hear. He was the General’s Director of Security, in charge of the massive military building the Order had established as a base in the Northern regions. He had a lot to lose.

 

The General chuckled.

 

“Before you even ask, I won’t sack you. The incident last week about the Legionnaire spies is over, and it is clear it’s not your fault.”

 

The relief was very evident as Johnny exhaled.

 

“Yes sir. Thank you, sir.”

 

“Now, on to the topic at hand – have you located your man yet?”

 

“Ah, sir –”

 

“Please. You don’t need to call me “sir” twice per sentence. Just once at the end of your topic is all I need.”

 

“Yes sir. Now, about my colleague. I have indeed located him, but a quick background check shows that he has been discharged multiple times for “excessive cruelty”. It seems he has a heart of stone, so to speak, sir.”

 

“I am aware of that – I’m the one who discharged him for those reasons. However, that was back before the Legionnaires were truly a threat, and now that they are equally as ruthless as he once was, I find that we may be in need of his services once again. Furthermore, he has a gift for strategy, being the man in charge of several successful spy rings. Some are still active today.

 

 “Now, I want you to call him here. He won’t refuse, really.”

 

“Sir, permission to speak?”

 

The General looked at his Director of Security. It was clear the younger man had a lot of respect for his seniors, and from that, the General deduced, he had once been in the army. The General made a mental note to buy the man something after the meeting was done.

 

“Permission granted.”

 

“Even if this man is a God of intellect, I still don’t see why we should bring someone who, as described by Lord Maxim himself, holds ‘little to no value over human lives, putting his plans as more significant’.”

 

“Again, as I said, it is not what he values that matters anymore. Without his mind, we will surely lose the war against the legionnaires and their robotic abominations, and then values as a whole will no longer be of interest. To anyone.”

 

The Director thought for a moment, then saluted.

 

“Orders acknowledged, sir. Anything else of interest?”

 

“Yes, actually”, the General said, “Do not underestimate the person I once considered my equal. He’s young, only 24 years of age, but if you give him nothing less than utmost respect, he will find a way to skin you alive.”

 

And with that, the meeting was over. Both men got out the door no more than 20 minutes after they had first come in.

 

 

Oh hey, it's done already.

 

I know it's not quite as much as you would expect from a chapter you would find in a book like, say, "The Cobra" (That's actually a great read - check it out), but I'm hoping to improve on that, then when I'm done the book, edit, edit, edit, and edit every mistake out.

 

Thanks for reading, see you in the next five minutes.

Edited October 11, 2016 by Hexed

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[ToHoYoNTaDa 1,147]

Nice

[KillerGnat 3,135]

^Such an amazing, constructive comment  :o.

 

 

Who knew that a mult could write so well .  :ph34r: Eyyyy WB, Absy-wabsy! Great to see you getting back to writing your signature stories. I've been waiting for this ever since you mentioned that you might post your rl story here. Looking forward to more  :).

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Those were deliberate, mind you. ;P

 

But thanks mate!

 

 

Who knew that a mult could write so well .  :ph34r: Eyyyy WB, Absy-wabsy! Great to see you getting back to writing your signature stories. I've been waiting for this ever since you mentioned that you might post your rl story here. Looking forward to more  :).

Ask and ye shall receive, aye?

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Great job, Flabs! And welcome back! Although you've been back already for a while.. But pls, I want moreee  :ph34r:

[mydoom.exe 5,154]

Great job, Flabs! And welcome back! Although you've been back already for a while.. But pls, I want moreee  :ph34r:

Then more you shall get.

 

_{It's not like I'm too busy binging anime or anything}