Wounded Legion
Xavier P. Hunter
Magical Scrivener
Copyright © 2017 Xavier P. Hunter
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Chapter One
A wildfire raged, reflected flames glinting off the polished hulls of the Wyverns caught in the conflagration. Perched on an outcropping of rock that served as an island in the sea of fire, Reggie watched from the cockpit of Vortex.
Laser fire lanced out from Diablo. Chase was using the overheating enemy juggernauts as target practice.
“What’s the idea?” Frank demanded over the platoon’s radio frequency. “The buggers are burning up already. Maybe start cutting a firebreak to get us all out of here.”
One of the Wyverns taking laser fire from Chase succumbed to the damage it was taking.
[Primary Objective: Destroy Enemy Juggernauts 23/27]
“Because this isn’t a weenie roast,” Chase radioed back. “Lasers don’t use ammo. I’m just speeding this up.”
“Got a date?” Lin asked from the cockpit of Yulong.
“Do I?” Chase asked in reply. He opened fire on another of the overheated juggernauts that stood inert and on thermal lockdown. It vented steam from its engine casing as it was officially destroyed.
[Primary Objective: Destroy Enemy Juggernauts 24/27]
“Cool it, guys,” Reggie said. He relaxed in his seat, monitoring enemy juggernauts in his tactical display, watching hit point bars creep from yellow into red. “Keep playing it safe. Shoot ‘em if you care, but don’t go taking any unnecessary risks. It’s a long way between level-ups; I don’t want to see anyone going back to square one.”
“It’s a barbecue,” June pointed out. “We can’t lose at this point.”
[Primary Objective: Destroy Enemy Juggernauts 25/27]
“Never say that!” Frank shouted. “Goldarnit. That’s the best way to fuck up a sure thing.”
“Fine,” Chase said. “I’m heading back to the drop ship, then.”
“Wait!” Frank and June shouted in unison.
“Leave him be,” Reggie said. Of all of them, he’d studied the platoon’s loadouts the closest. So long as he held back on using those lasers on Diablo, Chase didn’t have to worry about overheating, even walking through the flames. The red-painted juggernaut was designed for heat management. Fluid lines running all throughout would cycle coolant through heat sinks designed to take the load of plasma launchers.
[Primary Objective: Destroy Enemy Juggernauts 26/27]
“C’mon, slowpokes,” Chase called back to them. “Last one on the drop ship is buying drinks.”
Reggie watched the fluctuating temperature gauge on Diablo. From his command console, he was hooked into the data from all the juggernauts in the platoon. He tried to estimate how the rest of them would fare taking on that kind of heat load. His own Vortex might be OK at low speed, not taxing his major systems. Yulong was probably fine. June’s Artemis and Frank’s Gremlin would cook.
Better to maintain a positive example. Reggie stayed put.
[Primary Objective Complete: Destroy Enemy Juggernauts 27/27]
“Well, now what?” Frank asked glumly. The fields around them continued to burn. The convoy had been consumed in flames. The massive contingent of enemy juggernauts guarding them had finally all given up their pilots.
Reggie sighed and watched the retreating Diablo, all but fireproof, taunting them by dancing an awkward shuffle through the wildfire. “We wait.”
[Mission Successful - 4,100 XP - 13,200Cr]
It wasn’t even that big a haul.
Chapter Two
Back at base, the platoon relaxed. June was tending the bar, pouring out requests even as she consumed her own drink. Frank and Chase shot pool. Lin flipped through esports channels on the big screen TV.
Reggie shopped.
Tablet in hand, he browsed through the Valhalla West in-game shop. None of them spent much on their juggernauts these days. They had the mission grind down to a science. Missile loadouts were kept to a minimum. Energy weapons and melee attacks were the rule of the day. They picked missions that were impossible to fail, nailed every secondary objective and surprise bonus mission, and raked in a steady stream of credits and XP.
“What do you guys think?” Reggie asked the room at large. “I can get us an Olympic swimming pool, which could double as a spot to hang out in lounge chairs with drinks. Or, if we want, I could afford a full boxing gym. Might be fun to practice hand-to-hand combat and blow off steam. Oh, what about a dune-buggy race course? We could customize it, maybe run it around the drop ship landing pad.”
Pool balls cracked on the billiard table. Chase straightened after making his shot. “Why bother?”
Reggie looked up. “What?”
June thumped down a pint glass at the bar. “What’s gotten into you? You’ve missed three nights in the past two weeks, and now you’re blowing off Reggie’s shopping spree that’s going to land us a swimming pool?”
“You want to swim? Go play Beach Spa,” Chase countered, walking over to the bar with his pool cue. “You want boxing? There’s Squared Circle Gladiator. All these add-ons and upsells are just assets from other games. Hell, even fucking is straight out of Cathouse Playtime.”
“Don’t much care for Squared Circle Gladiator,” Frank observed, walking around the billiard table, eyeing the colored balls for a potential shot. “Tries to make it the damn 1950s again, and they can’t pull it off. I don’t want brown leather gloves and a wooden mouth guard. I don’t need some cranky old fart with a Philly accent telling me to keep my hands up.”
“That what you’ve been doing these nights?” Reggie asked. “Playing another game?”
Chase’s grin was cat-like. “Silent Shuriken.”
Lin frumpled her brow. The remote for the TV fell limp at her side. “Wait. That’s not even out yet. Closed alpha was just announced yesterday.”
June came around the bar, eyes fixed on Chase. “He got the internship.”
“What internship?” Reggie asked.
“We talk outside the game,” Lin said as if that explained it all.
June stepped in to clarify. “Chase was trying to get a job with Valhalla West.”
The possibilities sprang to Reggie’s mind. “You have access to the internal calculations? You can find the formulas to optimize ranged energy combat? The XP formula for player-generated missions? The probability for special missions getting offered?”
Chased backed off a st
ep, hands up to ward away the onrushing Reggie. “Whoa. Hold your load, lover boy. I’m working backend, quality control only, and only for Silent Shuriken.”
“What’s it like?” June asked.
Chase shrugged with an amused smirk plastered onto his features. “You guys want to come see?”
“YES!” Lin practically burst their eardrums shouting.
“Close alpha,” June pointed out. “We can’t get in.”
Reggie chuckled. “I don’t think Chase would have said anything if he didn’t have alpha keys to offer.”
Chase shrugged. “Maaaaaaybe.”
[Player logged out - Chase]
[Player logged out - Doughboy]
[Player logged out - June]
[Player logged out - Dragonlady]
One by one, Reggie’s platoon vanished. He set down the tablet filled with expensive toys. Well, if everyone else was going, he might as well see what the fuss was about.
[Player logged out - King]
Chapter Three
Player creation was virtually non-existent. Reggie chose the male avatar, picked a color of uniform, and found himself in game with the body of his Armored Souls character, name and all.
“Not a lot of frills,” Reggie said to Frank, who was dressed in the same Halloween ninja costume as him. Both had opted for the traditional all-black attire, covering them head to toe with only their hands and a band of bare skin across the eyes exposed.
The entry room to the game had a mirrored wall, and Frank took in his reflection. “Look like a damn toddler with a onesie pulled up over his nose.”
Reggie led the way out the room’s only door, and they found Chase waiting for them. His outfit was far from the base models offered at creation. Valhalla West’s newest intern was decked out in a red-and-black costume that was as much armor as cloth, and his mask had a breathing filter that made his voice scratchy and hollow when he greeted them.
“Welcome… to Silent Shuriken,” he said with affected menace. In the blink of an eye, Chase pulled out a straight-edged sword and sliced through a stand of decorative bamboo plants that lined the garden path of some Japanese lord’s manor house.
“The hell is this place?” Frank asked, wandering down the flagstone path and looking in all directions.
“A digital rendition of an anime version of feudal Japan,” Chase said. “I’ve already pointed out a ton of historical anachronisms, but the lead designer is more concerned with aesthetics and market expectations than accuracy. So take it all with a grain of salt.”
“Sure,” Reggie said absently. The whole feel of the place was alien. The army had never sent him to Japan, and he wasn’t the sort who’d traveled abroad while on leave. “So what, is this like Ninja Gaiden land?”
Chase snorted. “Forgot I was escorting two relics around. C’mon, gramps. Let’s go grab ultra-gramps before he gets into trouble.”
But before they could catch up with Frank, a door opened in the middle of thin air. Lin and June stepped out cautiously, gawking at the splendor of the scenery. Once they caught sight of Chase, their wondrous expressions turned sour.
Reggie had a quick guess as to why.
“Who thought it was a good idea to dress us like this?” Lin demanded.
She and June were wearing palette-swapped versions of the same outfit, with Lin in green and June in yellow. They were similar in style to the basic costumes Reggie and Frank had spawned with, barring a few key differences. First, while the male outfits had been close-fitting but loose, Lin and June’s attire was practically painted on. If the game had been governed by real-world materials, Reggie would have imagined it was all Lycra. The head coverings also left their faces fully exposed, but a scarf-like strip slung over their shoulders looked like it could fix that.
The object of dispute, however, was the exposed skin that made the uniform tops something of a hybrid between swimwear and an evening gown. Cleavage showed through a window at the front that had no practical combat or stealth purpose imaginable.
Chase looked them both over. “A genius, obviously.”
Lin drew her sword, but it was a wooden practice blade. Chase didn’t even flinch as she held it angled at his throat. “Fix this, or I’ll find out how you fare in a real fight.”
Chase smirked. Lin lunged. The wooden sword caught nothing but air. As Chase ducked below the strike with the reflexes of a meth-addicted mongoose, he punched out, catching Lin in the midsection.
Reggie’s eyes widened.
Lin flew, rocketing through the air as if she’d been fired from a circus cannon. She struck a stonewall and left a spider-webbed crack in the stonework.
“Pretty sweet, huh?” Chase asked with a grin.
Lin stumbled to her feet.
“What the hell’s wrong with you?” June demanded.
“Look at her,” Chase said, pointing. “Completely fine. Code’s not in for pain, considering how many bugs are still in the alpha version, and this is a practice zone. No damage for friendly fire.”
Shaking her head to clear it, Lin took off toward Chase at a dead run. But she didn’t attack foolishly. Instead, she pulled up, kept her balance, and launched into a kung fu routine that Reggie would have sworn was right out of a Hollywood stunt reel.
Lin punched. Chase leaned out of the path of the fist. Lin dropped down and swept for Chase’s legs. He hopped. She came up with a straight kick. Chase caught her foot and swept the other from beneath her. When she got up and lashed out with her wooden sword, Chase simply… vanished.
The four of them looked to one another in puzzlement. “Where’d he go?” Reggie asked.
“Up here,” Chase called out. They looked up, and he was perched atop a nearby wall like a gargoyle. “You may all be level 1, but I have an admin account for playtesting. I have the dragon skin perk. You all could literally pound on me all day with those noob swords and I wouldn’t take damage.”
“That’s it,” Lin said. “I don’t need the gloat fest. You wanna come back and play on level ground, I’ll be in Armored Souls.”
June’s shoulders rose and fell in a sigh, setting off a lot more jiggling than Armored Souls included. “Yeah. Me too. Tell your lead developer that he’s got a lot of fixing to do before I even consider coming back here.”
The two women vanished in quick succession after tapping their fingers at unseen UI selections.
Chase turned apologetically to Reggie and Frank. “I really had nothing to do with the costuming. You two wanna bum around a little and try the place out? There aren’t many missions in yet, but climbing around rooftops and murdering people is still pretty fun.”
Frank scratched at his avatar’s beard through his mask. “Thanks, but I’ll pass. These pajamas are silly, and I aim to catch the Tillerson / Ajambe fight on TV.” He disappeared shortly afterward.
Reggie clapped Chase on the shoulder. “I’ll give it a try, but just because Armored Souls is getting a little stale.”
A sly look came over Chase’s features, grin clear even without being able to see his mouth. “Cool. And afterward, I’ve got an idea you might like for how to spruce up Armored Souls a bit for everyone.”
Chase leaped atop a wall and pulled Reggie up after him. The world beyond the lordly estate was sparse and low-res, but it was still a fun time keeping up with the master ninja. They crept through alleyways and climbed in people’s windows. It was more an obstacle course at this point, but it was certainly a change of pace.
Reggie just couldn’t picture himself getting immersed in a game like this. Not like he’d fallen for Armored Souls.
The whole time he followed Chase around the anime-inspired Japanese city, he was wondering what Chase had in mind to put a fresh shine on an old juggernaut.
Chapter Four
Logging back into Armored Souls was a return to high-res, low-speed sanity. Reggie was no longer a coiled spring ready to leap a wall in one bound or run up the side of a building. Silent Shuriken may have been raw, but the exhilar
ation of the super-powered feats of acrobatics held a certain appeal.
Frank, June, and Lin were in the lounge of the platoon headquarters with a boxing match on the television. Only Frank seemed to be paying it much attention.
“You want to tell them?” Reggie asked Chase quietly.
June overheard. “Oh, you two are back. Got your fill of ogling ninja booty for one night?”
Chase cast Reggie a weary glance that said it all. They weren’t looking to hear from the junior assistant asset integrity intern for Silent Shuriken just then.
“I’ve got an announcement,” Reggie said, holding up his arms.
“Can it,” Frank snapped without looking. “Wait for a break between rounds.”
It wasn’t the climactic moment Reggie had been hoping for, but he waited for the bell to sound ending round 8 of the boxing match. Like one of Pavlov’s dogs, Frank turned to look as soon as the ringing sounded.
“Now that you’re all here,” Reggie said.
Frank tapped his wrist impatiently. “Minute and a half’s burning. Round 9 and I’m gone.”
Reggie didn’t have time for a long-winded speech. It was more important to get the idea out there, to plant the seeds and wait for the sprouts to grow later.
“I want to start a faction of our own,” he blurted.
“A what now?” Frank asked with a frown.
Lin scowled. “Are you nuts?”
June crossed her arms. “Do you even realize how much work that is?”
“Who better?” Chase cut in. “Reggie’s got so much time on his hands, he’s ready to turn this place into a home and garden club.”
“There are only five of us,” Lin pointed out. “What good’s being a faction when we’re still just a single platoon?”
Reggie shrugged. “Who says we have to stay small? Plus, once we’re officially a faction, we can keep some of these backwater planets we’re pillaging for scraps and XP.”
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