Carlile "Drauger" Rezdan's Story

It's dawn at The Garage, Chimera's maintenance, repair, loading, & unloading dock for heavily armored vehicles. A tall old repair man by the name of Guilsher & his stocky young apprentice Kroll are doing final repairs on a mark 27 mauler. The taller man closes the side panel of the mauler "That should do it. I swear the hardest part of fixing these older models is finding the parts". The young apprentice looks at the machine with worry on his face "I was surprised just to see the thing. I thought they stopped making these deathtraps 8 years ago". Guilsher gives Kroll an amused look "They're not deathtraps, a deathtraps are faulty. These things run better than mark 41s". Kroll, taken aback with surprise, inquires "Then why do they have such a bad reputation as pilot killers?". Guilsher waves his hand at this question as if it were all too simple "Because they require finesse & concentration & if you ask me, they stopped making pilots like that 15 years ago". Kroll contemplates this answer and replies "Then who's the zen master that tamed this beast?". Guilsher wearing a serious face retorts "The craziest bastard I've ever met that's who. You'd know him by his nickname. They call him Drauger."

After his mention of knowing "Drauger" Guilsher received a long and obnoxious speech from his apprentice about the evils of lying during witch a lean rough looking man walks in wearing full pilot's uniform & taps Kroll on the shoulder. Kroll begins to turn around "What do you want ya...". Before him stands a man with empty gray eyes almost like those of a blind man staring right through him. Guilsher exclaims in a very amused voice "I think it would be wise to not finish that sentence you little shit! How are things, Carlile?". The man walks right into Kroll knocking him on his ass seemingly unaware of the apprentices very existence shakes Guilsher's hand replying "Older". Guilsher laughs at this response and teases "You see what happens when you call an old man a lier?". Kroll looks at Carlile in astonishment "Y-y-y-you're Drauger! Carlile "Drauger" Rezdan of the 147th division!". Carlile not acknowledging the young apprentice asks the lanky old repair man "How's she looking?". Proudly Guilsher exclaims "You could build a new one from the ground up & it wouldn't run as good as this beast!". Carlile fondly looks at his machine retorting "That's why I always send her to you" shakes the old man's hand & jumps into the cockpit. Guilsher uplifted by this response asks in a oddly happy tone "Marching orders?". Carlile busily preps the controls of his machine "Story of my life" & starts the engine "Alright Meisha, Lets tear this world a new asshole!". Carlile revs the engine of his 2800lb machine and peels out through the middle of the garage, swerves around a busy lift, & hightails it through the unloading bay out into the wastelands. Kroll looks at this display disgusted "What an asshole!". Guilsher nods his head clearly trying not to laugh "Yeah but he's a smart asshole". Kroll gets up off the ground "Isn't that considered dangerous in Chimera?". Guilsher abruptly resonds "exactly".

Carlile barreled out of the wastes and into the woods, he was in Ent territory. This didn't bother him because of his 7 previous deployments. His only friend Guilsher had once told him that he was the most desensitized man in Chimera. Carlile wore this as a badge of honor but he knew that his friend was telling him to retire and stop putting himself through hell & back. Suddenly as he was no more than 300 meters into the woods he noticed a projectile break against the rim of his windshield followed by a dust cloud in the distance "Fucking Bowbender! I'll kill you ya little cocksucker!!You hear me?! I'm gonna fuck your life!!".Carlile is a little touchy about being shot at, it's about the only thing that still gets his blood pressure up. He revs the engine to full blast and floors a b-line right for the dust cloud flattening trees, foliage, & even stones in his path. His mauler ran so loudly that the very air rang violently blaring the sound of a thousand funeral bells. His machine was one made for death & she screamed like it.

He frowned at the sound of distant rumbling, like a stampede of angry wild animals. He'd know that sound anywhere. That was the roar of a Chimerian war machine. And a big one from the sounds of it. He sighed heavily and listened to the sound for a short while, getting a good idea of which way it was going. Naturally, with his luck, it was headed directly towards him. He shrugged his pack off and laid it against a tree he was fairly sure wouldn't snatch it up and eat it, and drew the zweihander that lay across his back. Then, he waited, his blade poised to plunge into the ground. He would have to time this perfectly, or he'd wind up flattened by the wheels of this huge machine. "Alright you Huh choo-shung tza-jiao duh tzang-huo... Let's see what you got."

Tahi ran right for Atma, Sarada just barely avoided tripping over him. The last second change in direction caused Sarada to stumble over his legs and trip, throwing Tahi off. Tahi screamed at Atma in her native tongue, "Apana murkha! Mi ṭhara Alagela!" she pulled out her knife, but stopped the second she saw the mauler. "Sarada ja! Apalya payanvara!" she instantly put her knife away and ran to Sarada's side. Sarada had sprained an ankle badly and could not get up. Tahi turned towards her two threats, getting her arrow ready. Swiftly placed a charm on it, causing the arrow to spark with electricity. She aimed it at Atma's head.

Carlile looked through windshield of his mauler to see the Ent he'd been chasing for the last week facing a new enemy. A Seraphin warrior not the usual kind he'd eviscerated in the past this guy was armed way more heavily. He marveled at his luck at finally finding an enemy worthy of Meisha's rage He then screamed "two birds, one stone! Lucky day, Lucky day!" and unloaded his maulers two side mounted 308. Risstler belt fed machine guns at the two stale-mated warriors. Ripping the air and shredding the forest. Carlile laughing insanely all the while.

He stared as the Ent woman and her lizard as they fell to the ground, but continued to stare ahead. He knew she'd be pointing an arrow at his head, but he couldn't do anything about that. He'd have to pray she held her fire until he could prove he meant no harm. But what were these two doing so close to Seraphin city? How had they not been spotted from the watch towers? There was no time to think about it as the mauler came into view. His eyes glowed as he tapped into the stream of magic and felt it flow into the sword. He yelled and plunged to blade over half its length into the ground, which promptly cracked, yellow light spilling out from bellow. The earth in front of him ripped, throwing boulders into the air as it traveled. When it reached the mauler, the earth underneath it caved behind it, forcing the guns to point up and rendering it temporarily immobile. The boulders it threw into the air blocked the majority of the bullets, but one managed to hit Atma in the leg, and he fell to one knee. He clutched his leg and ripped the bullet out with only a small twinge of pain. He wouldn't be able to move fast enough to block an arrow, so he left his fate to the Ent woman. It would be quite ironic, if he were to die here, killed by his countries enemies after having turned his back on them.

Tahi lowered her arrow. It wouldn't be best to take on two enemies at once. she thought to herself, then looked at Sarada. He had stopped trying to get up and laid down. If the rest of the tribe were here, they would kill him. But Tahi didn't have the heart to put down her companion. She put down her arrow and went to Sarada's aid. She stroked his head, going in the direction of his scales. Then she stood up and faced Atma. Believing that Carlile would be unconscious for a while. Hoping for it. She spoke to Atma in English, "This forest belongs to the Rakta Tribe! What business have you in my father's land?" her accent was a little thick, but she was very fluent, "Speak quickly for they may be your last words!" she again readied her bow. The charm dangled from her arrow.

Abruptly the top hatch of the mauler is kicked open with a loud clang. The loud but familiar sounds of a man cussing at the air resounds through the woods as Carlile jumps out of his mauler fully armed with axe in one hand & sub machine gun in the other. He walks at a normal pace but with hideous intent in his eyes "I just had her fixed you wand waving fairy! Look at what you did to my sweet Meisha! You're gonna fucking burn for that!(Chimerans are cremated & used as fertilizer as apposed to ceremonial burials)". He raises his Trellerston .357 at Atma "Protocol says to quickly kill & move on to the next enemy but I intend to make this slow" then fires two short burst into Atma's good leg "You can beg for mercy now and don't give me that Seraphin don't beg crap because I've made more than a dozen of you Fairies beg before".

As he saw the hatch of the mauler open, he quickly drew a short, one edged, rectangular blade. He knew the pilot would be armed, and he had no intention of being this bastard's target practice. They lifted their weapons at the same time, Atma's eyes glowing green once again as the blade suddenly turned a deep black. Suddenly there was a shift in the air around the pilot, as he was pulled to the ground like a magnet, as were most of the bullets he'd managed to fire. About five of them sunk into Atma's leg and he let out a pained gasp. Most people didn't realize how relatively weak Alkeemia's gravitational pull was until he used this spell on them. "I don't doubt that, but I doubt you've ever met a fairy quite like me. Wait, I think I just insulted myself... Oh well."

Atma groaned as he pushed himself to his feet, using his zweihander as a crutch, leaning on the leg that had only taken one bullet. "You should be able to pry yourself off of the ground in about twenty minutes or so." He pulled the zweihander out of the ground and sheathed it. As he did, the earth mended itself, cracks closing and the ground leveling. His eyes fell to the Ent. "I am here, believe it or not, to save your lives." He frowned and looked over to large lizard. "Is your friend alright?"

Tahi scoffed, "Save our lives? Your kind-" she turned towards Carlile, "And yours too! Both of your filthy kinds have been destroying the forests of Ent since your ancestors took their first shit!" she spat. She put her arrow back in its quiver and went over to Carlile, putting her foot on his neck and pinned him to the ground. She was strong for her size. She looked at Carlile in the eyes with disgust, "You and your loud machines! You turned a whole forest into death!" then she pulled her knife out and pointed it at Atma, "And you! Over using your magic and transforming another forest into the home of monsters! Both of you, without even touching them!"
Tahi then sneered at Atma, "And you come here saying you want to save the lives of my people! This one," she threw her knife down, not only pinning Carlile's sleeve down, but also making a fairly deep cut in his skin, "Has reason for coming here! I have no shame in admitting that I provoked this one! But you!" she pointed at Atma, knowing that throwing anything at him would be useless, "How dare you come here! My people have not forgotten the last time you Saraphins came to 'save our people' by trying to force us to their horrible ways of life! And then killing many of us when we refused!" she yelled, referring to the incident that occurred 60 years ago.

Carlile infuriated but at the same time trying to look like he's not staring up the tattooed bowbender's dress "Get off of me you fucking Inkskinned cunt!". He struggles against the spell binding him to his precious warmachine spitting, snarling, & cussing at his would be angel of death. Being sure to throw as many slurs & curses at the supposed ex-night as he could edge-wise. Even though he was subdued & vulnerable he still portrayed the same viking martyr spirit that had earned him his monicker but more than anything he was just kicking and screaming like any beast fighting to prolong it's existence. Then with all his honesty and rage he screamed at the top of his lungs "Go ahead & kill me if I die outside of Chimera at least I die a free man!!"

Atma frowned at this. "You'd die free outside of your country? That's news to me." He slid off his pack and found a small knife. He sat down on a nearby rock and started digging the bullets out of his leg. Grunting, he yanked a bullet out of his leg and tossed it aside and addressed the woman. "You seem to be the only one among us with any love for your country, and I respect that. As soon as I can walk again, I will leave these woods." He sighed and continued. "I truly am sorry for what the Seraphin have done to your people, but I had no part in that, nor will I have a part in anything else they do." He winced as he tossed aside bullet number two. That one had been in there fairly deep. "But you seem to mistake my intention. I am not here to save your people. I am here to save your people, his people, and all people." The look in his eyes was one of foolish determination to accomplish a hopeless goal. "Kill me, if you think you can. But know if you do, you'll only be condemning this planet to death." He raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist as he said "death" for added emphasis.

Feeling he'd said all that was necessary, he returned to digging the bullets from his leg, muttering under his breadth.

Tahi bent down and pulled the knife that had cut Carlile. As she did, she whispered to him, "You are not free on this land."
She put her knife away and removed her foot from Carlile and walked back to Sarada, "And what is this mrtyu, this death, of which you speak of?" she climbed a nearby tree, now that she felt safe enough to scavenge. She cut off two of the young branches and a fair large leaves. She climbed back down and sat on the ground, "Mi ascaryacakita karu sakata nahi." she mumbled to herself. The young branches she took dripped thick white sap heavily. She left one on the ground for now with a leaf under it to catch the mess. With the other, she coated the back of another leaf with the gunk and put it onto Sarada's ankle. She continued to do this, covering Sarada's ankle in leaves.

Carlile still hopping mad at the two standing before him & even more so at his current inability to hop"If your here to make friends fairy-boy I would really appreciate you releasing me of your fucking curse already!!!". He screams as he continues to thrash about unsuccessfully. After a few minutes of this he stops and analyzes his situation "So the bowbender wants us to keep our dicks out of the woods & the fairy-boy just wants to make friends. So fucking what!! Do I look like someone who gives a shit?! I just want to be somewhere & live for myself but does anyone give two shits for my grievances! Believe me when I tell you that's a big Fuck No!! Oh & I nearly forgot. Any motherfucking day you wanna release me would be fucking nice!!!!" He gives another violent flail. This time cutting the back of his head open. Not noticing his new wound he continues to glare contemptuously at his two new acquaintances.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, not noticing that it left his face covered in blood, and sheathed the rectangular blade, releasing the spell. "Your ranting is shockingly accurate. I am in desperate need of allies, to have them be a friend would be divine." He grunted as he removed the last of the bullets and dropped it into the dirt. He spoke as he dug in his bag for bandages. "Still, this is quite unexpected. An Ent princess, and an independent Chimeran, chasing each other like cats and mice." He found them and wound the bandage around his leg. "It would be funny if it weren't so sad." He wound the bandages around the first bullet wound and muttered a small incantation. The bandages glowed blue and fell off as the light faded. His legs looked good as new. He found another bundle and tossed it to the Ent woman. "That should suffice for your reptilian friend." He walked over and pulled the pilot to his feet by the collar and dusted him off. "Now I must be off. World to save and such, I'm sure you understand. Well, probably not, but regardless." He turned to leave but hesitated, turning back around. "Unless of course you'd care to help?"

When Atma turned around, Tahi threw the bandages at his face, "I do not need your magic! If you weren't so dependent on magic, you would know that these trees around us are trees of upacara ha, healing." She spat. She went on to digging at the tree's roots, taking a small portion and then reburied them. She fed the root to the injured reptile, then looked back at Atma, "But if what you say is true, then I must help for the good of my people. Besides, you are currently in the direction of Rakta. You go there and they find me missing, not very good end for you. If you would like to avoid trouble, you are in need of my assistance." Tahi smirked smartly, then waved off Carlile, "I do not care for what the Chimeran does. If he would like to, I could heal his wounds as well. As an apology for provoking him." Tahi turned back to Sarada, not even glancing at Carlile. She helped Sarada to rise and he did so with little pain. Though he was far from being able to carry any extra weight. Tahi then added something else, "However, if you agree to be in my company, you must follow my rules. Very simple, probably not pleasant."

-ERROR-

Carlile a little confused by the native woman's awful English & extremely thick accent turns to the Knight to make his opinion known "Personally I'm not the rescuing type. That's medics work"(doctors in Chimera are viewed as weak due to their position banning them from being drafted) "But I think you're gonna be kicking the hornets nest doing whatever it is you're trying to pull off. As an anarchist I simply cannot turn down the proposition of creating chaos. You should consider yourself lucky to have one of Chimera's most infamous saboteurs at your side but first would you kindly? Get my fucking mauler out of the ground!!!". Having stated his case, Carlile then walks over to the Ent to clarify his reasons for such a drastic & uncalled for decision "Just know that the only reason I'm doing this is because it's either this or go back to eating gruel & pissing motor oil for five years before dying of smog sickness"(pollution claims the lives of most Chimerans before the age of 45). "Your English sucks by the way". After his rantings Carlile faints from the hemorrhage in the back of his head(Chimerans are taught from an early age to ignore their health).

He caught the bandages and stored them in his pack. "What you say is true. The Seraphin have grown much to dependent on magic. They will likely be the first to realize what's happening, if they can ever get their heads out of their asses anyway. I doubt they will." He chuckled at the pilot's boast and complied with his request, drawing the zweihander and touching the blades tip to the earth. His eyes glowed as the ground beneath the machine righted itself. "This is no hornet's nest. We're walking straight into the very depths of hell, kicking everyone there between the legs and laughing in their faces." He slung his bag back over his shoulder. "If you're after a little chaos, you'd best look somewhere else, because I'm after a lot. All of it, in fact." He blinked and watched as the pilot fell, unconscious, to the ground. "Maybe we should all rest up first..."