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]

I figured it was time to bring out the big stuff for once. Well, not the biggest stuff but size isn't everything.



When he arrived back at Kvatch, the mage guild was in total chaos, with mages running all over the place. Gerard reached for the rifle on his back but the laughing faces of the mages stopped his hand. Whatever was going on, it wasn’t anything to worry about. He looked around till he spotted Andre the Breton.

,,Hey, what’s going on here?” He shouted above the noise and grabbed the Breton by his arm.
,,What? Oh, Gerard. It’s good to see that you’re back with the ingredients. We’ve just received wonderful news. The Emperor is coming!” Andre shouted back.
Gerard blinked.
,,The Emperor? You mean there’s actually an emperor coming to visit this hall?”
,,No, not an emperor. THE Emperor. Uriel Septim himself will visit Kvatch tomorrow.”

Every single citizen of Kvatch had lined up on the streets the next day in the hope of catching a glimpse of the Emperor. Among those people was Gerard Dreyfus who was wearing a robe he’d borrowed from an Orc mage. Andre had kept bugging him to wear a robe for hours. Gerard had finally agreed in the end, though he still felt a bit ridiculous in the deep blue robe.

He put his hand in one of the robe’s pockets and felt the reassuring shape of his old Plasma pistol. Wearing weapons openly was forbidden on this day but he’d already learned that being unarmed in Tamriel was a bad idea. If this meant that he might spent a some of his irreplaceable Plasma clips, so be it. Dying was an option he would never consider. Besides, he knew that he wasn’t the only one who carried a hidden weapon around.

The parade came in view. First came the local Kvatch garrison with Andre’s wife, the captain who had told Gerard he wasn’t good enough, among them. Then came Legionnaires from the capital who were finally followed by people who Andre identified as ‘Blades’. Then an open coach came in sight and Gerard finally got to see the Emperor.

Uriel Septim looked like an old, frail man and who could be crushed any moment by all the jewels he wore as a sign of his rule. But a single look at the man’s face told Gerard that this truly was an Emperor and a man he could respect. Uriel Septim had seen and endured terrible things but he clearly hadn’t been broken and he kept his head up in a proud manner.

An odd movement in the crowd on the opposite side of the street caught Gerard’s attention. A small group of people had begun to follow the Emperor while sticking to the shadows. This triggered Gerard’s instincts, which had been honed by the most terrible enemy a human had ever faced. He began moving himself to keep up with them and brought his hand in his pocket where he gripped his pistol.

The further they walked, the more worried he became. As the Emperor neared the castle, the streets became less crowded and all the guards seemed to become less wary as they knew that they would be alone soon. Alone, but unaware of the people who stalked them. Gerard ducked inside an alley and got rid of the robe. He didn’t want to trip over it if trouble came knocking. He wore his X-COM uniform underneath. It had originally included a Kevlar vest, but they’d learned after the first engagement with the aliens that Kevlar was totally useless against Plasma. As a result, the Kevlar vest had been removed to reduce weight, thereby also eliminating all of its defensive properties. Gerard decided that he would keep his distance if possible.

Gerard came out of the alley and ran to catch up with the parade. Just before the Emperor reached the gates of the castle, the stalkers struck.

Uriel Septim was tired. He wasn’t the youngest and things like this were hard for him. He would prefer to just stay home and in his bed but if the people never saw him, then why should they follow him? His mind drifted off towards more pleasant things, such as the bad he would take. He could see the gates to the castle. Just a few more minutes, and he could rest.

A sudden shout woke him from his dreams and he looked around to identify the source. A group of people wearing strange robes had thrown themselves on his Blades. Magicka engulfed them and frightening suits of armour took shape.
,,Bound armour? These aren’t normal assassins. What is going on?” The Emperor thought.
One of the assassins broke through the lines and jumped on the coach.
,,The Mythic Dawn claims your life, Emperor!” The Assassin shouted fanatically and raised an Ebony mace. The Emperor closed his eyes and awaited the blow.

There was a sudden green flash that penetrated through his eyelids together with the burning sensation of superheated air. The Emperor coughed to clear the burning air out of his lungs and opened his eyes to see why the assassin hadn’t struck. The assassin’s head was completely vaporized. It had been the only part not protected by the Daedric armour. Said armour had disappeared upon his death.

,,Hello sir. Are you alright?” Another man had jumped on his coach, this one was a Nord who was holding a small hammer by its business end. The man’s eyes focussed on something and he raised the hammer. A blinding green flash erupted from it. This was definitely not a hammer. The Emperor suddenly realized that it was the strange weapon the man was holding that had been responsible for the vaporization of the assassin’s head.
,,Who is he?”