The X-scrolls., Eat plasma, Daedra. Options

[jack cloudy]

Here's the new one. It isn't TES yet, and I actually don't have a clue what I really want to do. All I wanted was to get an X-COM soldier into Tamriel. No better way to do that than with the biggest Elerium explosion in history. Hey, if it can create anti-gravity fields, hot plasma and big explosions it might just be able to make a rip into another dimension.



Prologue: Cydonia or bust.

Yet another bolt of superheated plasma flew past him at almost the speed of light. He came out of hiding and ran over to another row of chairs, firing of a few shots over his shoulder as he went. He skidded to a halt and dove behind the chairs. How long had this been going on? Twenty seconds?

,,Way too long for a single firefight. We’ve got to finish this one before the bugs creep up our back.” He thought when the chair in front of him was vaporized.
,,Damn! Terence, cut the playing and just vapo the whole room with a Blaster Bomb!” He shouted as he got up and fired at the two robed figures on the other end of the room. At least he managed to sent one of the aliens on a single trip to the afterlife. He didn’t got the chance to target the next one because the now empty clip popped out of his weapon.

He dropped the Heavy Plasma and aimed his much smaller but still powerful pistol.
,,Terence, what’s taking you so long?!” A quick glance showed him that Terence would never finish his job. His head had been cleanly blown away by a Plasma blast.
,,Damn, I’m the only one left.”He managed to kill the remaining alien more with luck than skill and lowered his pistol.

The room had been pretty much wasted from the plasma flying back and forth but the big thing that took up the far end of the room still seemed to be in good shape. He walked over to what was left of Terence and picked up the huge tube-like launcher.
,,If that big thing over there controls every bug in the system, I might as well make sure I take it out by using the biggest explosive ever seen.” He muttered to himself as he slipped one of the silvery football-shaped (American-style) Blaster Bombs into the launcher and began to type in the waypoints.

,,Why do you want to do that? It will only result in your death as well as mine. Don’t shoot me. There are better options.” The voice in his head was very convincing and he noticed that his hand moved on its own and cancelled all the waypoints.
,,No, the Avenger was blown up just after landing. I’ll be stuck on Mars till I run out of air anyway. We knew it was a suicide mission even before we left Earth. I’d rather go out in a big bang and take you monsters with me.” He told himself and his shaking hand typed in another set of waypoints.
,,Hasta la vista, baby. ” He spoke with a smirk and pressed the firing button.

The elerium-powered bomb shot out of the tube and raced towards the big alien thing at the end of the room. Just before reaching it, it stopped in mid-air and slid to the left in a manoeuvre that only anti-gravity propulsion could do. It then slammed into the wall and exploded.

What the man didn’t know was that there was a large number of Elerium Powercores standing right behind that wall. The Elerium inside those was also added to the already titanic explosion. The Explosion spread outward and completely vaporized the Alien device but began to change as it spread. It turned pinkish and then golden. The explosion was far different than every other explosion he’d ever seen. He didn’t get a chance to wonder about what happened for the explosion smacked into him like a giant skyscraper falling on top of him. He lost consciousness from the blow.

[jack cloudy]

Well, I had him fail the introductory's test so he won't be a guard. But hey, he can still go beat up bandits in the country side. And I think I'm going to keep the 'angry cop' attitude. Oh boy, I can't wait to write the next update. Bandits against ex-alienhunter with a primitive rifle.


Gerard looked at his new sword for a while. He had no idea of what was valuable in this place and what wasn’t. So if this sword was so valuable, then how did a simple smuggler get one? He decided to ask.
,,There are several ways to obtain one. One way is to be filthy rich and buy one. Another is by becoming an adventurer and getting lucky. Yet another way is to have an illegal trade that is quite profitable. Dwemer artefacts are valuable on the right markets and unfortunately adventurers run into smugglers almost all the time.”

Fortunately, the rest of the day was spent without any further incidents. Needless to say, Gerard was very relieved when they approached the castle again. He might be a walking miracle with a gun, but he was just an amateur with a sword. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one who had noticed his lack of skill.
,,You’ve failed the test. You’re not good enough to become a guard. You’re too serious about trying to capture the criminals alive. I can’t have a guard who puts the life of a smuggler before his own. Maybe you can ask my husband for work. The mages usually have need for someone to scour the country-side for whatever those mages do.” The captain told him as plain as if she was commenting on the weather.

That stung him. He knew she was right but it still stung him. He’d been chosen for a top-secret project before and had been the only line standing between Earth and the aliens but now he’d failed to become a simple cop. It stung him. His weakness was that he couldn’t bring himself to kill a human, or someone who was almost human. He swallowed hard.
,,I get it. Bye.” He whispered and left.

The smith turned out to know his job. Despite never having even heard of a gun, the green-skinned man had managed to make a fine twin-barreled rifle with the help of Gerard’s sketches. He’d even corrected small mistakes. Gerard paid the Orc before heading back to the guild hall where he told the news.
,,Too bad. But she’s right about one thing. We are always in need of strong people to scour the land. That’s the problem with pursuing knowledge. You usually lose your muscles.” Andre said with a small smile.
,,We do need a couple of plants. Maybe you can go look tomorrow? Don’t forget to pack your weapons though, bandits are all over the place these days.” He added.
Gerard frowned.
,,Damn, I guess I’ll start making bullets then. I’ll need a bit of iron, a bucket with water and a metal tube for the bullet itself. I’ll also need paper and something that explodes when you pound on it. Do you guys have that?” He asked.
Andre grinned.
,,More for the pursuit of knowledge? I’ll see what I can do.” He chuckled.
,,No, this is for the pursuit of firepower. Till I can handle a sword, I’m going to pack a rifle.” Gerard replied in a more serious tone.