Flight of the Valkyrie 12How is it that nothing at the exhibition appealed to you in the slightest? Count Louis de Theudubert asked, parrying another blow before stepping to the left and thrusting his rapier towards his opponent.
What can I say? The clash of sword against sword rang through the air as she knocked the blade away to her left. All I managed to see were a bunch of items which applied to large vehicles or made combat easier. Not worth my time and certainly not worth my money!
Louis guard had been thrown off by his opponents harsh returning slash and he now forced himself to hop to his right to avoid the thrust of a blade into his stomach. As he landed, his right knee failed him again and he cried out in pain, dropping onto his left knee as his body responded to the pain.
The Counts opponent did not let up, slashing her blade towards his neck fast enough that he had no time to bring up his own blade to stop it. Instead he rolled in the same direc
Flight of the Valkyrie 13The Count watched the lieutenant go, smiling faintly before he turned back to Celeste, unsure if he would be getting a tongue lashing or support from the female pirate. She looked as gorgeous as always, her kohl-framed eyes drawing him in so exquisitely as always.Flight of the Valkyrie 136 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
You look good Celeste. He told her feebly.
And you look like Hell itself Louis. Celeste responded, sitting on the wooden desk in front of the Count, placing her feet on the back of the seat next to him.
Which is different than the norm how? Louis asked with a mischievous glint in his eye. Celeste smiled and punched him in the arm, shaking her head.
Ye dont change do ye? She asked, her feet lowering to the floor as she dropped down from where she was sat. Louis eyes were drawn away from her eyes by the bouncing of her medal (among other things) close to his face.
I do sometimes, and that is part of the reason we parted so poorly last time, because on the rare oc
Flight of the Valkyrie 14They were coming. Now was the time for action! The drums of war had sounded; Darmania had-just as planned-incurred the wrath of the British Empire. Intelligence from agents and infiltrators in London indicated that the claws of the lion were being unsheathed at this very moment. Preparations had to be made, not only to defend against the oncoming armada that Britain was preparing, hoping to deliver righteous justice upon their foes, but also preparations to obtain the Count and as many of his crew as could be kept alive.Flight of the Valkyrie 145 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Is it satisfied for now?" The 'Darmanian' asked his own crew and the largest of the men nodded with a grin, clicking something back together on the gun-arm that had replaced his lost right arm.
"Good, and how goes the preparations for our guests?" He smirked as the cage was lifted from the pit in the centre of Carmali, the central city in Darmania. It had gone down full of British Citizens and now was being pulled up completely empty with the bars savaged more and mor
Flight of the Valkyrie 15The Captain took a staggered step backwards as the smoke began to clear and a regular visual was possible without the need of his advanced monogoggle.Flight of the Valkyrie 155 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Cap'n...how's that possible!?" Skye asked, turning to him with wide eyes.
"I...have no idea!" Louis grabbed onto the nearest speaking tube and shouted into it, "Genevieve, Aurora, explain to me how in the name of God the largest ship of the Darmanian ship was able to redirect the Teleforce Cannon's beam!?"
Louis was staggered as he watched the undamaged Darmanian flagship.
"Captain I..." Gen's voice wavered a little.
"Similarly charged particles, Captain." Aurora's accent was obvious and brought Louis to attention.
"The Cannon works by charging particles and focussing them inside a vacuum tube before repulsion is created in the barrel and amplified to the point where the particles are forced from the tip of the barrel at incredible speeds." Aurora explained quickly, trying desperately to put this into layman's terms for the C
Flight of the Valkyrie 11Gentlemen, the moment you have been waiting for has arrived!Flight of the Valkyrie 116 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The voice came from a megaphone that was held in front of a large, burly mans mouth, mostly obscuring his face. The accent was strange to Louis, it was one that was, even in these open days, heard quite rarely this side of the Atlantic Ocean. Louis could not contain his smirk as the man began to speak. He was very fond of Americans, but they did often puff out their chests with each statement that they made, making themselves appear the bigger men in any situation.
This man was stood to the right of a large set of double doors which led into a room not made of the same portable divisions as the rest of the exhibition and this room was not much wider than the doors themselves. The fact that the walls seemed to be made of some sort of dull metal actually drew more attention from the Count. The man was standing beside a wooden box which strangely also caught Louis attention but he shook it off, focussing
Flight of the Valkyrie 10Smoke was pouring into the central chamber, causing Louis to cough and splutter. The Telescopic Diagnostician whirred, attempting to get a lock on any object but unable to do so due to the thick black cloud. The Count crouched down and covered his lower face with a handkerchief, raising his new pistol as he attempted to gauge the situation. Something had gone horribly wrong, this much was clear, but had it been sabotage or was it merely the malfunction which the staff would later attempt to ensure they all believed.Flight of the Valkyrie 106 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Captain! Davenports voice was muffled, but loud enough that Louis was able to turn in his direction. We need to get out of here!
Of course, his breathing apparatus would make this a lot easier for the Lieutenant. Louis rerouted two wires on his analogue computer and the Telescopic Diagnostician suddenly focussed to the Counts left, indicating a thin area where the smoke seemed less dense. He had programmed the device to search for light,
Flight of the Valkyrie 2Its too bloody big! Theres no way we can fight off that kinda firepower!Flight of the Valkyrie 27 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
What exactly are the Captains plans for this anyway? We run a frigate ship, how the hell does he expect us to go toe-to-toe with a Destroyer-class ship from the German Navy!?
Were not fighters; were privateers! Thats what those military bastards wanna call us anyway How could the Captain do this to us!?
The mess hall was a relatively small room on the lower deck of the gondola section of the airship, small enough that not all of the crew could gather there at the same time, but it made for some cosy conversations at least. The crew were clearly not happy, their anger fuelled by alcohol which they had managed to lift on the last mission and had forgotten to mention when logging the loot which they would be keeping in the report to the Royal Navy. The Count had given them free reign over it for tonight so long as the next day they were fit
Flight of the Valkyrie 3Count Louis de Theudubert, Captain of the HMS Valkyrie, well documented pacifist, had taken a life.Flight of the Valkyrie 37 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The Count was stood at the helm of the Valkyrie, his eyes locked on the windows but his mind taking his vision elsewhere. Too many thoughts were going through his head at the same time. Within his mind he was simultaneously drinking the highest quality English tea with his family around a table and also opening the envelope which contained their ransom note he had received almost one year ago. But what was worse was that on top of these memories, he also was continually reliving his recent actions; plunging his blade into the German Commodores neck, cutting through the trachea and, almost mercifully, severing his spinal column as well.
Upon returning to their vessel, the crew of the Valkyrie had left the heavily damaged German Destroyer adrift. The surviving crew were locked inside the pens which had formerly held their prisoners, eventually to be found by a search party or perhaps
Flight of the Valkyrie 4The noise outside the doors was astronomical. The Admiral had merely been carrying out some routine paperwork, finishing his more tedious assignments for the day before he oversaw the new arms shipment. Today was supposed to be a relatively leisurely day in a relatively tedious time for the seasoned veteran. The noise that was steadily moving closer to his door suggested that this was in jeopardy.Flight of the Valkyrie 47 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The Admiral considered reaching for his ceremonial sabre mounted on the wall behind his desk, but thought better of it. Instead he poured himself a large scotch from the crystal decanter on his desk and waited patiently for whoever or whatever was approaching to arrive. The steam-powered doors were almost torn from their hinges as Count Louis de Theudubert entered, his face screwed into a look of pure anger, possibly hatred but definitely a full amount of pain. In the doorway behind him stood several members of his so-called crew and in small snippets of the hallway which could be
Flight of the Valkyrie 9The wood was smooth beneath his hand, crafted well and finished just as skilfully. Louis sat down and allowed several members of his crew to fill seven of the sixteen seats that this car could hold. Bjorn Hauptmann sat opposite the Count, with Charles Davenport at his side. Skye poked Louis leg as she sat beside him, just beating Genevieve to the spot who hastily sat on the bench opposite. Not surprisingly for Louis, he found that the aristocrats outside the cable car decided that they would leave the few remaining seats empty as the doors closed.Flight of the Valkyrie 96 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The Skansens Bergbana was a funicular railway, two cars which each could carry sixteen passengers that were designed to lift loads up steep inclines. There did not seem to be an incline of much note as far as Louis could see from here, but he had been on a funicular railway before in a small town named Bridgnorth in England where it had taken him and his family up a steep cliff face. It was a pleasant if not somewhat scary experience fo
Flight of the Valkyrie 8The alleyway was narrow, almost too narrow for his muscular frame to fit through, but he knew he would manage it. He had been in tighter situations, both figuratively and literally!Flight of the Valkyrie 86 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The sky above winked down at him with a thousand eyes, each glinting star seeming to judge his actions, but he ignored this. No-one could see that what he was doing was for the sake of the country. Darmania would go to war with Great Britain, it was only a matter of time and the Empire would indeed fall. There was no doubt in his mind, not with the things he had seen and heard. Germany was sending supplies into Darmania, the ores that were not available for the keen weapon smiths to use in creating their monstrosities of war, which they then shared with the Germans.
He had first come to parley in hopes of gaining a truce or even an alliance with Darmania, but that had fallen away rapidly and he had been given two choices: aid them and join the empire that would arise from Darmania and Germanys conques
Flight of the ValkyrieWhy did he accept this? What kind of sky pirate would allow himself to be roped into the military? If there was one thing that sky pirates stood for, it was freedom. The ability to set off from port, disappear into the clouds and never look back. It was the need to not be tied to the ground which connected all sky pirates and made them brothers.Flight of the Valkyrie7 years ago in Scraps More Like This
But not for Count Louis de Theudubert. He was no longer a brother of the sky in the eyes of most sky pirates, but then, he was always hated amongst a small faction who despised how merciful he was towards those whose possessions he stole. The Black Den were definitely not who he would have wished to associate with at any rate. They were pathetic excuses for human beings whose goal it was to humiliate, manipulate and torture their victims before taking everything in sight, often including the vessels themselves. The Count prided himself on not harming a single person if it could be avoided, and he always left them with a vessel and enough fuel t
Flight of the Valkyrie Chap.1Why had he chosen to do this? Surely it was a mistake to have made such a life-changing decision based solely on the answers which he sought... After all, what kind of Skypirate found himself working under the yoke of the military!?Flight of the Valkyrie Chap.15 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The sole reason that he had become a Skypirate in the first place had been to escape from the shackles in which his aristocracy bound him. He had yearned for freedom, he had needed the ability to escape, to release his airship from the docks and with the hum of propellers, disappear beyond the horizon. It had always been the need for freedom, to not be bound to the land like most people, which had made the Skypirates brothers in arms.
However, this was no longer the case for Count Louis de Theudubert or his crew. He would no longer be seen as a brother by the other Skypirates, not that he had been exceptionally popular before! The Count was generally a very forgiving, very merciful man who did everything possible to avoid bloodshed in his line of work while
Flight of the Valkyrie 16Flight of the Valkyrie 164 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Large areas of Darmania's pale imitation of countryside were now in flames, set ablaze by the fiery debris of felled airships destroyed in the skies above. Much of Darmania was uninhabited, terrifying animals lived within the forests, small collections of semi-feral tribes outside its mighty gothic cities carved a life from the soil, left to die by the general population of the dark country. The forests were places only sorcerers dared to venture.
The darkness seemed to be all-encompassing, surrounding the streets in a veil behind which some of the cruelest people and creatures could hide. The skies above echoed with immense detonations, explosions filling the sky with flashes of orange and crimson, debris raining down upon Darmania in droplets of iron, steel and brass. The clouds stained black with smoke.
In Carmali, the streets were rather narrow, the ever-expanding city full to bursting with people. It was rare to find a house that looked new, even brand new buildings seemed to have
The Price of Honour TEASERHe breathed heavily, dropping down onto one knee as he embedded the blade into the ground, staring up the mountain as the Garuda swarmed towards him. There were close to fifty and somewhere in the midst of all of them lay the woman he loved!The Price of Honour TEASER6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And this was entirely his fault
Angeal Hewley, SOLDIER Third Class, forced himself to his feet, his breathing laboured from the battle he was still engaged in. He took the standard issue SOLDIER sword in his right hand, tightening his grip before pulling it free from the ground, his left hand coming up to grab the blue hilt as the first of this wave of Garuda reached him.
A diagonal cut upwards sliced the monster in two before Angeal span, slicing horizontally through one. Another scratched his left arm and he released the sword, catching its neck in his hand, snapping hard before throwing it into the incoming flock, knocking a few out of the air.
With a growl Angeal began hacking through the air, his sword moving fast enough that it ap
To the NornsI ask thee, Sisters of the FateTo the Norns8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who forge the destinies of all:
What is the life I should await
Until I hear my call?
I pray thee now, on bended knee:
Spin my life a silver thread,
That I may lead it blissfully
And never fear what lies ahead.
Then, bless me with a life of gold,
That I may have the fate of kings
From the old legends, who told
Of treasures and magic rings.
Ah, but spin me a thread of steel
That I may never meet my fall
Till I have conquered Fortunes wheel
And I can reach the Golden Hall!
Baptized in the blood of war,
A life of irons all I yearn,
With new horizons to explore
And great feasts at my return.
So bless me, Sisters of my Fate -
For none like me wields a sword
And open wide Valhallas gate,
Prepare my glorious reward!
Deny the WordWhat happens when those who are supposed to uphold the ideals of His Word are suddenly left doubting the very Word itself? Do they merely follow blindly or do they question it? What if the consequences of questioning it were so dire that it forced them to stay silent? It had once been said by someone close to him that it was "better to rule in Hell than serve in Heaven" after his dear friend had fallen from grace.Deny the Word8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Surely that was not the truth?
The stars were amazingly clear tonight, as if tempting him to remember where it was he had originally come from, as it to torment his already fragile heart with dreams of what could have been had he been faithful. It had been only ten years since he was cast out of his home, his place of work and his entire life. No golden glow surrounded him any longer; his wings had started to tatter, unable to be used for flight any longer. It shamed him so great that he often used his innate a
My Fine Feathered Friend: Ch1Prologue: The Chicken of Destiny.My Fine Feathered Friend: Ch17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When Sarah looked back on events, she realized that everything that had
happened, everything that took place, was in fact all because of a chicken. A
particularly persistent, bloodthirsty, chicken. But a chicken, no more, no
less. It was kind of humbling to have ones destiny decided by a piece of
Chapter 1: Sometimes, the noise in your closet is just a chicken-loving cross-dresser.
Sarah was an imaginative young woman. She could spin bedtime stories about
knights questing through enchanted lands, cursed monsters that terrorized great
cities, and beautiful princesses who were brilliant and brave and true. Her
stories were so vivid that they could make her little brother shriek with
laughter one moment or cower fearfully under the bedcovers the next (always
with one eye peeking out, watching his sister until she vanquished the monsters
and made it safe for him to come out again).
But one night, when Sarah heard a thump thump
Our Tomorrows Start Tonight 14Kiba had always been a bit of a broken heart. Hinata would never return his affections. Sometimes, he just wished Naruto would have dated Sakura instead, not to mention that the blond idiot would always lust after the medic back then. That was his only hope to have the girl he initially wanted. But fate had other plans: Hinata eventually confessed her love as she shielded her crush from a lethal blow that could have killed her hadnt Sakura been there to heal her. And for the dog lover, all hope for romantic involvement had been blown away at that very moment.Our Tomorrows Start Tonight 146 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He was now a well respected Jounin and would strive to always get better with his techniques, training relentlessly with Akamaru under his harsh mother, under Kakashi Hatake or even under someone as demanding as Baki, the sensei of Kankuro who he had been introduced to 3 years ago. He was good friends with the Sabaku middle child, and of course with Shino as well as Shikamaru. He was also on friendly terms with Naruto himsel
Hellsing: Dreams Part 2For a moment, Seras couldn't answer. Her mind went blank, her jaw slacked very slightly, and she could not look away from his intense and pained gaze. His words started to sink in, and then she looked at him, really looked at him, as if for the first time. Instead of teasing and cruelty, violence and bloodlust, his eyes just held a sorrow that cut her to the core, a wound that had never been healed properly. She wanted to suddenly embrace him, hold him, and make that look go away.Hellsing: Dreams Part 28 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This wasn't the Master she knew.
Alucard only looked away when Seras' crimson eyes started to soften, a gently smile gracing her lips. She walked over and sat down on her knees, trying to catch his eyes again. "...So even Master has his days," She whispered, and received no reply. She didn't expect one, and just kept smiling. Instead, she rested her head against his knee, sighing softly. The sudden contact would have normally infuriated Alucard. He didn't like being touched at all very much, and his fl
Animalistic Amusement EpilogueDisclaimer: I don't own Hellsing, Alucard or Anderson. Geneon, Kohta Hirano, and Young King Ours all own some part of it. I speak rudimentary law-nesse.Animalistic Amusement Epilogue8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Alucard quickly ran along the edges of the narrow pathway hewed into the rock. The bleak, mountain wind whipped his clothes around like many live snakes. But the Nosferatu didn't waver. He had far too much to plan. Simple mortal inconveniences, but time consuming none the less. He adjusted the bundle carried in his coat that threatened to spill without breaking stride. Material possessions meant little to him, but this rare bit of dried and crushed plant within had perfected his little game with his pet.
Colorless and odorless when boiled, it gives the user a lost sense of time and a slight chance of paranoia. It had been used sporadically through the ages for religious purposes by heathens. Now, it was used to make the whole thing seem unreal and much longer to his pet.
Alucard grinned slightly as he thought back on it. He had com
Fall of My Salvation Ch.1Anderson and Alucard property of Kohta Hirano and Affiliates. Everyone else, property of me.Fall of My Salvation Ch.17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Anderson casually walked around the dark orphanage, doing his nightly duty of locking all the windows and doors. Pale moonlight filtered through the tall windows, giving off just enough light to allow him to see nearly everything. Then again, that could be because...
The priest shook his head as he latched the window, hoping to shake the thought as well. It had been six months since returning to the orphanage. During the first weeks of return, he spoke very little and smiled only when the children were around so as not to upset them with his own troubled expression. It was in that time that he feared the worse; he feared he was becoming a vampire. He didnt know how it would work with his regenerative capabilities, so it may have been going slower than normal.
Since then, in the privacy of his room, he checked his teeth and eyes daily. No change. Most importantly, he had no craving for