After the party I sat in Zendaya's lap as she sat me here forcibly. In my lap receiving petting are Val's chicks as the little ones wanted some attention. While this was happening, the core Scions were having a meeting with me and the WoL. Valentine was sitting on top of Zendaya's head, glaring lightly to stop anything unnecessary. Shun and Chirpy were on my shoulders, looking at everyone else haughtily for no clear reason. Beasts are honestly remarkable and admittedly silly, as the two are showing.
"With the party done with and everyone is here today for the occasion. I would like to now move onto getting to know in detail what you both can do in a little more detail."
Minifilia was being serious and acting like a good leader while sitting in a chair. Thancred was leaning against some boxes, watching everything with a neutral face. Y'shtola was both teased and forced into sitting between me and the dragon girl. A midget whose name I for the life of a flea I can't say, was sitting in a chair on top of some books. A blindfold woman called Yda was bobbing her head as she listened. Then some robed researcher with weird goggles on that was sitting drinking some tea.
"I believe we should have the Warrior of Light go first, see where we can help them grow and improve."
The Scion sitting on the books spoke with a rather slightly high-pitched tone as he folded his arms. Everyone didn't say anything, so dragon girl was put on the spot abruptly, and that made her twitch. She spoke eventually after getting over getting thrown in front of the bus first.
"I am a learned Summoner and Pugilist, I can deal with small groups of enemies easily. I know the basics of both classes to almost perfection. I have fought in twenty large skirmishes and forty small skirmishes as a part of a mobile raiding team. My current summon is a Ruby Carbuncle named Saria. I can use the Echo as well."
Everyone took that in and thought it over while giving some whispers between themselves using magic. They would give the WoL sometime to stew in silence as the discussed between themselves. Before Minifilia eventually decided to give them their training schedule and handler for the most part.
"Then miss Salamis you shall learn from Yda more advanced Pugilist techniques, and more about magic from Papalymo her partner. Urianger will also be able to assist you in matters related to magic that you may have questions about."
The WoL nodded before it came to me, so I stopped petting the chicks as they fell asleep. I was getting looks for essentially being surrounded by the magical creatures of this world. Unpulsed by the looks, though, I began signing out everything that would be SAFE to know.
'I am former Special Forces from a different world, I was in Taskforce Exile or better known as Taskforce Wendigo. So I'm a bag of tricks, with magic being recently involved and understood unnaturally due to multiple reasons. I have completed 254 assassinations, 143 recons, 68 transport tasks of supplies or VIPs, 689 small-scale skirmishes, 356 large-scale skirmishes, and 12 wars. I excel in close and ranged combat, I've had a lot of practice in killing and adapting to fights.
If I had to say classes I am primarily, then they are Reaper and Taskforce Soldier. I have a connection to several Primals, Hydalen, and Diablos as anything deity class likes randomly talking to me. You get nothing more until all possible leaks are silenced.'
Everyone but the WoL we're quiet as they didn't expect my resume.
"Oh joy, you're a monster, great at mass slaughter…. Anything besides killing or being emotionless?"
Y'shtola and Zendaya both clock the girl upside the head. Neither looking at all as if anything had happened or been said while the WoL rubbed her head. The rest looked between themselves, trying to debate something, but Thancred moved first. Clapping his hands, he gave me a coy smile while processing what I said.
"Well then I believe you'll be working with me pretty often as you have GREAT experience with dirty tasks. You may also be our most over qualified mercenary ever, so you could work with everyone. Fighting wise I don't believe we could teach you much of anything, magic wise I think Y'shtola will fight us over that. So I shall just say, please don't get violent as you have PTSD likely."
Yda hummed a giggle before shaking her head, stopping herself from asking something. Papalymo scowls at me with cold calculating fear in his eyes, planning stuff, are you? Minifilia looked depressed but excited to have me aboard, as I'm very likely to not let a Scion die. Urianger looks uncomfortable and curious about me, but my falsely lowered missions had him not badgering me. That was when two twin looking teen brats walked in as if they owned the place. Minifilia speaking up upon their entry.
"Ah! Alphinaud Leveilleur, and Alisaie Leveilleur! Welcome! We were just finishing up a meeting and welcoming of two new allies. These are Xander Lockhart, a new intelligence agent and mercenary, and Salamis Drigovic the Warrior of Light, the newest Scion."
The two silver haired teens who appeared to be Elezen looked towards me a bit unbelieving. Until the one in a skirt, I'm guessing Alisaie, spoke in a tone that mixed between unbelieving, thankful, and confused. Her eyes trying to peer into my soul almost, but I just acted bashful as if she were trying to strip me. That got the young lady to stop and look away, embarrassed. The Scions and her twin snickered or smiled at the sight of us having a peaceful interaction.
"You… You're the one who freed Bahamut and Grandfather from the remains of the moon Dalamund. You also have a special connection to three Primals and the Dragon species because of the things you did. On behalf of my brother and me, thank you for finding our grandfather and helping Elder Primal Bahamut be at ease. Please, if you ever need help, don't hesitate to ask us."
'No problem, though I was the only person in that group. The rest were monsters, Primals, and Dragons that slowly formed a small army to deal with the Binding Coils. I did get something very worth it from there though, and it's not something safe to use without me. There be several dangerous things about it, after all.'
Regardless of what I said, everyone but the damn dragon girl didn't badger me. Why is she being so damn childish just because I admitted I'm a fucking monster of war.
"Oh, what is that? A weapon for you to bomb some helpless village hosting an enemy general?"
'Kid, you really need to get the spiked sex toy out of your ass and chill the fuck out. But what I got does have weapon systems and was a part of Dalamund's mobile forces. It is currently being hidden by several Primals and ancient Dragon's. Who now live on it, along with some nasty surprises for intruders that are eager to defend their nests.'
Alphinaud narrowed his eyes and looked at me as he spoke slowly.
"You have Dalamund's Ragnarök Starship and hid it from everyone. Would you be willing to hand it over to the Scions and our cause?"
'Fuck no, that's mine, and it's now essentially a nature preserve under my care. So I will not give it up, it can still be weaponized yes, but it will not be going into any groups hands. You all are young and trusting, which means I cannot let you have it. You'd let the enemy get it while unprepared for such an event, and that's a no-go. Plus again, it's MINE I found it, and thus the wreck is mine.'
Sighing, the young teen shook his head and didn't bother speaking further. His sister spoke at the end of the conversation, though. So that stops any other attempts at trying.
"That is fair, grandfather, who now is the Primal Phoenix, told us such based on his talks with Primal Wendigo. You two would rather destroy it all before letting something like that go. Especially you, you are letting Dragon's and man made creatures, along with six Primals, three of which are older and stronger than Bahamut stay there to avoid most dangers to them. So trying to take it from you is suicidal."
Chuckling, I shook my head at the end statement. That was when my goggles tinted red with the word "ERADICATE" flashing in yellow across them. That got my attention, so I moved the chicks off my lap, my goggles somehow connecting to a satellite video feed. The only place which could act like that and who'd be able to do this is on Ragnarök. Furrowing my brows, I watched the video feed come through, my veins lit up with black energy. Bahamut snarling in my head with what we are essentially seeing right now.
My mind raced, coming up with a teleportation circle using various media knowledge from both worlds. The circle encompassed my group with my Reaper Cloak materializing, a lower face mask resembling dragon jaws with teeth formed using my facemask. My goggles are slightly forming into a deer skull mask with antlers forming from my temples. Closing the feed coming through my lower face mask smiles a fanged smile. Looking at my group, I signed a simple word that got them interested in the change.
'Allag'
Before the Scions could ask anything, the circle activated, however being the closest to my group, Y'shtola touched one of us abruptly. The Scion scowled as she replied before we vanished from the room.
"The Allagan's were a dangerous people, so if their weapons are acting up, a Scion must help stop it."
[Floating Continent Azys Lla, Priority Wendigo]
||To avoid confusion there are mission priority levels going to be mentioned by Xander. They are Kitten (Ignore), Wolf (Acknowledge), Warg (Suppress), Dragon (Contain), Wendigo(Erase) that Taskforce Wendigo used to decide a threat level||
Teleporting to the area through coordinates by the Wendigo Primal we landed in our previous postures. Looking around, I hear Bahamut mutter darkly about this place.
(Azys Lla… the Allagan's floating continent of horrors, there are three Primals who have been summoned even longer than I here. Serphirot the Fiend, Sophia the Goddess, and Zurvan the Demon, deities summoned to fend off the Allagan's assault only to be subdued and used for horrid experiments and power. Tiamat… is also here, last I remember, meaning the last living Great Wyrm still draws breath here. We should find and free her, then send her to the Ragnarök to recover before all else. Let her nightmare end.)
Chuffing, I looked towards Y'shtola and signed what our first objective will be.
'Bahamut says Tiamat is here and still alive, but so are three more ancient Primals and their followers. Our first objective is to recover Tiamat, and I'll have one of my contracted Primals get her onto my ship. The dragons there would love to see her again, I bet, as they helped her summon her brother.'
"Three Primals and a Great Wrym… but also possibly worse monstrosities are here. This place will not be simple, nor will it be safe in any way to separate from each other. We may not be enough as well to traverse this place if the horrors left behind still lurk. Do you have anyone from the Ragnarök Starship who could potentially help us?"
'We have trackers, impromptu healers that can be tanks and mages, summoning and other magic from you, I can cover everywhere if need be, we have a primary tank, and a scout, but we don't have someone who is always in an enemy's face. Maybe Wendigo? No, wait… we have a possibility, one close to becoming a Primal. The Dark Matter Stalker Prince, who is unnaturally bigger than the rest on the ship and has the Primals there teaching him to ascend.'
(Humh the youngling who didn't come to fight but instead looked after the nest and hatchlings? He could certainly help, given he is blessed by the gifts of the Exalt Paladin class. A rare class that is a mutation of the normal class type due to being a royal yet extremely selfless, as Paladins tend to be.)
Relaying Bahamut's input, my little gathered group of a Miqo'te, a Behemoth, a strange small dragon, an Amethyst Carbuncle, and a Chocobo trio gave different okays. Shrugging, I relayed the request through my goggles to Wendigo. The neutral evil me that's gone full monster has an answer back minutes later. In the form of the Prince dropping in through a veil of souls and extremely dark energy. Landing on his two hind legs, the DM Stalker Prince peers down at me from his current height of thirty feet tall. He can shrink, but this is his current default height.
Different from the usual panther-like dm stalkers, the prince has not four but eight total legs. Four for grappling and for becoming more immobile when defending, along with the six tentacle-like appendages from his back and his two long whiskers. He looks more like a DND Displacer Beast than anything. Looking in the prince's glowing electric amethyst eyes, I greeted him by raising a hand and patting his haunches. He looked at me rather surprised but let out a light purring in greeting before looking around.
Once he finished, the prince looked between us as I decided to have Lacron and Nero join this party. Giving a rather deep rumbling purr, the Stalker got on all eight legs as a golden light covered everyone.
(Ah, he has used the skill King's Men, giving us higher defensive abilities, regenerative abilities for healing and mana, and attacking power while with him. However, in return, he gets triple that while with us following him though, so it truly is a good skill. But it will not go away until he perishes or until he dismisses it willingly, as he is the "king," young but learning fast. He will make a fine king and Primal when he is ready. However, I feel that he is at the cusp of transcending mortal flesh and becoming a Primal for his people very soon with all the help he is receiving. It will require a nigh imaginable feat and pushing his limits to ascend as Louisoix did, however, so he has some time yet a mortal.)
Humming, I looked around before looking towards the center of the continent where a ship lays. From Bahamut's senses, I can feel the three slumbering but tainted Primals in that direction. Glancing towards Y'shtola I wonder if she informed the others we're going to be fighting a war with so few numbers. However, things like this are where a Wendigo excels, as we were but twelve against thousands at times. Now one, but the odds do not change. Everything is my weapon, even the enemies own body and attacks will become one to be used against them.