Well how things are going is slightly intentional, but also tried going by a semi-logical reasoning as there's some effects of being near three Ancient Primals at play for Xander, and Bahamut can't stop them truly given his current state
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//\\ Paris, France, 2068 \\//
My hands calmly gripped a stolen long sword from an old museum case. My goggles reflecting the sight of dead bodies everywhere, blade dripping blood as a spent Glock impaled a nearby corpse's head. It took a lot of force, but I had managed to do such a thing to kill that damn mutated infected. Looking around the area, I flicked the sword and cleaned the blood from it. My radio crackled to life as Wraith's voice came through on it.
"Leshen you okay over there? I and Revenant saw a lot of infected charge you and those French weirdos. Which might I add that they were after your ass as if it were a baguette begging to be fucked."
"I'm okay Wraith, the Revolutionary branch in this area saw me and started trying to gut me. Fuckers used class six explosives and didn't check if any were bait ones for mass clean up. So we had friends come say hi, a fucking Berserker was in the mix as well. It ripped the Frenchies apart as if shredding chicken to make shredded chicken sandwiches."
"Ah… AH…. Okay… I get it, how'd you kill it?"
"Beat its head in with a Glock until it impaled the brain. Need new sidearms and primaries though now. On a side note, I got a sword, it cuts nicely, and I may give it to Banshee for her birthday in a few hours."
The line went dead for a few seconds before two voices spoke up at the same time.
""Please don't give that woman any more swords, she threatens to rape us all with them up the ass.""
"Then maybe you all shouldn't touch Sahsah and install sex shit on them."
"But the little medical hound android just looks so funny humping dying things."
Shaking my head, I sighed at the rather childish reasoning, but we rarely go to a base. So I don't really push anything, I just wish they'd leave my pup alone. He's trying his best. He's chunky, but a dedicated little therapy and rescue dog that had the balls to steal a Grouger's prey from it. Those things are down right abandon all hope of living, yet Dandy stole Wisp from its grasp and ran away with our fellow Wendigo. We bombed that nightmare infected to literal meat paste, ran it over with a stolen tank, burnt its corpse, pissed on the ashes, and called it a day.
Strapping the sword to my rigging after grabbing its sheath, I kicked a dead body on the way out. Fuckin assholes. Once outside I looked at the night setting in, a torn in half infected crawling out from somewhere tried grabbing my ankle. Moving my foot, I stomped its head in, while a hyperactive and harnessed pup prances out of the bushes nearby. A girl about seven years old, browning black hair, yellowing green eyes due to slight infection from a bite, dressed as a tribal with modern weapons followed the pup. Looking towards them, I scratched my chin, looking at the two.
Before I even say anything Dandy points a paw at the girl and growls twice. Looking towards the kid I raised an eyebrow.
"Weiss what did you do?"
"Bit a man's dick off after he tried raping me, Dandy tore his throat out after tackling him."
"Well you certainly are a little Wendigo, did you double tap him?"
"Yes patriarch, two shots to the head then crushing the head with a brick. Double tap ensured permanent death."
"That's a triple tap…"
".... There's a difference?"
Shaking my head, I wonder how I ever got this wild child to like me more than the others. We've all essentially raised her since we found her as a newborn in that shelter hospital that was being overrun. At the time, I thought Ghoul was crazy suggesting a band of killers like us raise some random ass baby. But Ghoul is persuasive when she holds a portable nuke and silently threatens to trigger it. So the fact we've essentially become the worst possible parents, and she's turned out frankly alright is astounding.
Motioning to leave, we left the area with the rest of Wendigo converging on us. Two men wearing skulls on their heads uncloaking when they emerge from a bush. Wraith's skull has the usual red pagan symbols for stalker written on it. Revenant's has green pagan symbols writing out persistence on it. A third figure emerged from the tree line above, Wisp, light blue symbols writing out guides on her skull mask. From a tree's shadow a more robust figure emerged carrying a whole kitchen set and minigun on their back, Bodak, an orange markings spelling out provider on his skull mask.
Looking at the four Wendigo's I pulled mine from a strap on my waist. Looking at the amethyst markings spelling out execution on it, I put the animal skull mask over my head and rolled my shoulders.
"Who's the unlucky whoreson that needs to be executed?"
"General Amelia Alaina Auburn, General Yamaha, gave the green. Its priority is Warg. Six thousand US soldiers from the army's forty-sixth regiment have gone rogue with her. We're to head stateside towards Dawson ND and mop up before she starts trying to become the next ruler of a dying world."
"Who's babysitting?"
"Our resident holier than thou, Skeleton, of course, he needs some good ol' child annoyance."
"Works for me."
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Shaking my head from the random memory, I glanced around the area we had found ourselves at. It was calm and rather peaceful so far, but everything was so dead as well since we arrived. Admittedly, things also didn't go that well. A turret got triggered when we passed a building. We ran into squadrons of the indoctrinated Alagans, and also somehow bombed half the damn place without anything being damaged. Just painted in blood and guts from frankly way to many indoctrinated individuals.
Why there are so many is I guess they've been breeding rapidly with little care for their bodies, indoctrinating other indoctrinated individuals from the opposing factions into their own faction, and then there's cloning. Mostly probably just cloning and breeding. With guidance from Wendigo we did eventually find Tiamat's holding cell… which was swarming with all of the primal factions trying to get the Dragon Goddess to their primal. Doing a quick count of the opposing forces, I looked at the sky and sighed. Not worth even talking about, just about eight hundred of them in total, hopefully they're worth something. Seeing the hassle that this all is however I think we just get Tiamat, bounce, and nuke everything to hell.
Sharing those thoughts with my feline friend she just shuts it down with a tired sigh.
"While that would be all well and good, the Primal in containment wouldn't die as easily. They need to be felled personally by you or your fellow Warrior of Light. Otherwise we risk three Primals who have conserved and consolidated power being let free."
'Buzz kill, nuking things can be fun and safe.'
"I feel as if there is a story there… but no as I said we cannot nuke the Primals we risk them getting free that way."
'There's several stories there involving nukes, and fine we won't unleash Armageddon upon the old cunts.'
Y'shtola just gives me a look that says it all and all I can do is slowly raise my middle finger. I'm a madman who just wants to cause a small war here and nuke shit. When she mentioned planning my years as a Wendigo kicked in and I just zoomed off, trench knife already gouging out some poor saps eyes. Because that word is a taboo, I can't trust anything that comes from that word! Fucking high command cunts… if I ever go back home I'm gutting so many "strategic geniuses" because fuck their plans to hell and back they suck!
Who the fuck challenges a Grouger with a damn battalion of soldiers and no special gear like rockets. Then just breaks down crying when it goes to shit?! Then they fucking have the audacity to fuck up worse…
\\// Bahamut POV //\\
Watching my host and new kin go off on a rather resentment fueled slaughter. I couldn't deny that the memories surfacing from his resentment weren't distasteful moments of mortals. Yet those creatures in his past world are something that resemble the monsters brought about by the Undying typically. How he survived so long in that situation is a miracle. However, I can sense the faint traces of its alterations on him even after death. He and the other Wendigo's must've also noticed their alterations due to eating even the infected. Yet they continued to do so due to food scarcity even if it meant eventually becoming something worse than what they knew of.
Materializing only his new tail, the bladed appendage cuts down an Allagan Cyborg with ruthless efficiency. Snorting at the sad attempt of an ambush by such an elite unit of the once deranged empire. I could only feel contempt for the enslaved Hyur who became a puppet. However, I was noticing the subtle and growing changes to my kin with each kill of a Primal Servant. He was taking on more traits of the creature his squad called itself, and his alterations were growing stronger. His strength is by now far stronger than even a Hyur with assistance from magic or machines. That's when I noticed what was forming from the residual Aether from the Primal Servants after each kill.
"Don't…."
As I attempt to pull him back from his state of mind due to the increasing changes the wills of three Primals hit. In my weak state I can only help my kin resist the Fiends influence. The other two grate at his already slipping sanity and increase his resentment and anger. I myself even feel the effects of their encroaching wills due to my state of being….
"I'm sorry my kin… you shall experience the repercussions of becoming a Primal even if temporarily… I just pray your changes are minimal due to the aftermath."
\\// Y'shtola POV //\\
By the time I had finished speaking of planning Xander was gone. He was already creating corpses in droves by the time we joined the fighting, however, he seemed to keep spiraling. Each kill accelerating his spiraling, Primal corrupted Aether sticking to him like a parasite. Then the changes came… then my heart sank seeing the creature born from bloodshed.
Raven black fur with an almost scale like texture, rotting draconic wings and tail that were still weapons as well, knives and swords impaling his back, clawed hands with the ability to easily rend metal, his weapons disappearing in favor of two large yet compact guillotine gun blades resembling what he called a shotgun buried within either side of his neck, and dragons skull with antlers covering most of his face and head. A purple sigil surrounded by dried blood in the center of the skull.
He resembled the Wendigo Primal from a photo he showed us Scions while at the party…. No, now it's best to say he has become a version of the Wendigo Primal….