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FIRECAKE is not online. FIRECAKE
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(I originally had this on another site (See my main) but decided to post it here to get some extra feedback. I tried not to do wordwall chapters like I usually do. Hope you people enjoy :D)

[ Prologue ]
Kevin McClain sat at his oak desk in the back of his small, grey office. His old filing cabinet had been opened. It hung ajar as he sorted through old files, shredder close by. Yesterday was the funeral for five good men. Five good men who had dug too deep, gone too far into the government's database. Jeffery Trail, Travis Harrington, Ian Plainsworth, Hugo Jones, and Sylvester Roc. You could say that Sylvester was the small team's leader, however, Kevin McClain was their true and only real leader. Sylvester wanted to know more about the operation he was participating in, a program designed for the best of the best in different fields. The program was used to weed out the unworthy of defending the United States from threats. USUSO was what the government had labeled it; United States's Undercover Security Operations. Sylvester Roc was hired because of his computer hacking skills. He had fanned away many potential attacks on the government's computers and systems, but didn't want to settle at just knowing what his job was. Sylvester wanted to know what exactly the program was shooting for, some sort of higher purpose. And he was determined to find it. Determined enough to get himself and four other men killed in the process. But deaths in the program are common, and new members are sent in to aid. Lists were made when the program first started containing contact information for every possible person that would be needed. But the list had run out in one category. And that category was hacking. Yes, Sylvester was the last person listed that was selected as a hacker for the program. And when this happened, new recruits were called in.
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It's good, don't worry.
I'm better though :D
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>:|

I am starting to think that you are a bit too confident in yourself.
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I am a bit to confident in myself. :D
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Demmres Septim walked through the halls of the White Gold Tower, her long robe dragging on
the floor. Her hood is up, but even so, her beauty is clear. However, the look in her eyes
is the look of a wise old woman, not of a fine young woman. Her hair was blond, almost white,
and her eyes shone blue. Her skin was fair colored, and she looked Imperial. She climbed
down many flights of stairs, never slowing down, speeding up, or making a noise. Finally,
she reached the bottom. She took a deep breath, and opened the door.
Instantly, the silence was broken by a loud argument. The council members were all out of
their seats, screaming at one another. Demmres cleared her throat, and the room went silent
. "Empress..." One of the council members, a young man with no hair to speak of. "I know
what is happening, Irian." Demmres said, in a gentle voice. She walked over to her chair,
sat down slowly, and sighed. "Dragons have returned, have they?"
"Yes, your highness." another council member said, this one with too much hair. "We have
gotten reports from Skyrim that Dragons have attacked, and are terrorizing the many cities."
It can't be! Demmres thought. Dragons do not exist...do they?
"Do we have proof?"
"Is thousands of people fleeing Skyrim at once proof?"
"No. It could be an invasion, or plague."
"They would've quarantined the whole region if that was the case, and they would've sent
everyone to the chapels."
"Yes, but..." Demmres stopped for a moment. "But dragons aren't real."
"What about that day, 200 years ago? When a dragon saved this very city from Mehrunes
Dagon, and in the process, Cyrodiil?"
"That was Akatosh, not a dragon. He simply took form of a dragon." She wanted this topic
to drop. Martin Septim was her great-great-grandfather. Him and the Champion of Cyrodiil
were in a relationship, and had given birth to Uriel Septim IX. She remembered those days
as if she was there, not just told of them...
After the attack on Kvatch, which had been rebuilt just a few years ago, there was a period
of silence, as other Daedric threats appeared. There was the incident with the Ayleids,
where the Champion became a Knight of the Nine to destroy Umaril, the Ayleid Sorcerer King.
After that, she went to the Shivering Isles, and became Sheogorath, Princess of Madness,
although she was quite sane. That was when Mehrunes began to create many Gates to Oblivion,
and the Champion destroyed them all, defended all of the cities of Cyrodiil, and became a
wreck. After the things she had seen, and seeing her love sacrifice himself for Cyrodiil,
she became more and more secluded, until she was found, dead, in the Shivering Isles. That
day, everyone in the Shivering Isles-From Mania to Dementia-Made a journey to Cyrodiil,
and buried her in her birth town of Anvil. Only a day later, Nirnroot grew on her grave,
a sign that in death, she had become a Demigod. That was her mothers history.
Demmres remembered her brother, Uriel Septim XI. He had gone to Skyrim to "Finish his
research on the Dwemer." He never returned. "Uriel, you... if you caused all of
this...
"Alright everyone. Skyrim is too the north, through mountains. We will have to sail there.
We must help them." There was a sudden buzz of conversation, and Demmres tapped her chair
seat twice. Silence resumed. "My brother is up there, and so are many Nords. If we stay
here, we will have a rebbelion on our hands. The Nords of Cyrodiil will cause ruin and
destruction. And Skyrim are our allies. This is a diplomatic and personal issue. We will
assemble twelve ships, each with one noble and a hundred Battlemages, Imperial Soldiers,
and a Beastslayer. I also want the largest ship to have me, and the Knights of the Nine on
it. Esbern!"
A young man with darker skin, but still clearly imperial, with short, black hair,
approached her. He was a blade-the last one. Only Demmres knew this, however. "You will be
the captain of my ship." He nodded. "Get the ships prepared." He nodded again, stood up,
bowed to her, and the council members, then left. Demmres took a deep breath.
"...Uriel, please be alive..."



Demmres landed in Solitude, the northern most Nordic City. Her small army began their long march to Winters Hold. When they finally arrived, it had been a month since the journey started. Demmres remained patient, even as others were not. They then began to comb the countryside, searching for a rock that looks like a flame, billowing upwards, with stairs leading to the top and a small platform there. Uriel said that was his destination, all those weeks ago. Demmres decided to leave herself, after a week.

Demmres rode through the forest at a trot, observing the forest she was in. Snow was everywhere, and yet there was still a sense of warmth to the place. Golden sunlight poured through the gaps in the leaves, and the wildlife was friendly. But then it all changed. The sunlight dissipated, and the wildlife disappeared. Demmres was wary. “Nine Divines, what is going on?” It had suddenly become deathly cold. Her bodyguards were equally disturbed by the almost instant change. Then, with three huge pulses of winds, all twenty riders fell from their horses. As they rose, dust swirled around them, as two huge flaps of leather beat the air. A gargantuan creature stood there, with black scales gleaming in the light generated by the flame it blew into the sky. Demmres froze in her spot, staring at the monstrosity in front of her. It was a dragon. A huge, angry dragon. And it was looking at her. But Demmres noticed something in its eyes. Although it was much larger then her, it was afraid of her. It seemed to snap out of its sudden fear, and roared in rage, running straight towards the group of men. “Everybody run!” Demmres screamed, and they obeyed. As they sprinted through the forest, the sound of trees being crushed and blasting flame mingled with heavy breathing and shouts of terror. When they started the journey, there were twenty of them. The huge dragon started slowly picking off the men. Soon, only five of them were left, and they had reached a cliff. They couldn’t turn back, they couldn’t climb up the cliff face, and they couldn’t fight the dragon. As they slowly realized what had just happened, the sound of the dragon got louder and louder. They turned around just in time to see the huge dragon crash through the trees. It stopped as it realized that it had finally won, and just as it was about to take their lives, it froze. Both sides didn’t move an inch. The dragon suddenly whelped, and turned around, about to run off. At the same time, a scream of rage came from atop the cliff, and a man, with a horned helmet and armor made of leather, fur, and iron, dove from atop the cliff. He was glowing slightly, and Demmres realized he was using a spell. With a huge sword in his hand, and a shield falling down the cliff with him, he landed on the dragon, shouting strange words in a language Demmres had never heard before. A huge wave of energy burst forth, hitting the dragon, who screamed in pain. Then the scream got louder as the sword buried itself in the dragon’s skull. It writhed and thrashed in pain, as the man pulled out another sword, this one shorter, and stabbed that one into the dragon’s forehead. It crashed to the ground, twitching slightly as rivulets of blood poured downs its face. Then it stopped moving, with a gasp of pain emitting from its mouth. A flame engulfed the dragons body, moving towards the man, as a strange essence also followed. The essence engulfed the man for a moment, and then it disappeared. The flame that had passed over the dragon had left it unscathed, as if it had never even been there. The man slowly stood, and wiped the blood off of his face, and looked at Demmres. He jumped off the dragon, and landed on his feet. He walked towards Demmres, and studied her for a second. Demmres felt that she had seen this man before, but she couldn’t tell. It was something about the eyes, something that felt so familiar. The man wiped the dirt and ashes off of her face, and then smiled. “My my, Demmres, see how you’ve grown since I left?” Demmres finally realized why the man was so familiar. “Uriel!” The two embraced, and the guards cheered. Demmres looked on top of the cliff. Sure enough, there was a rock that looked like flame. “We found you. We finally found you.”



Uriel invited the six into his house, a small cabin on a cliff, overlooking the sea and a large mountain range that bordered it to the east. The only window faced directly north. There were two rooms, and two floors. On the top floor, there was a large assortment of bedrolls, some of which had been ripped to shreds, others burnt, and the rest covered in dirt and blood. Uriel had cleaned six of them for his guests. The bottom floor had a table with a few chairs, a fireplace, and nine huge armoires, each filled with weapons, and pieces of fur, leather, and metal. There were no replacement parts for the helmet, it seemed. It must’ve had sentimental value to Uriel. Demmres made a mental note to ask him about it later, to find out exactly what happened in his absence. However, it was night by the time they had reached it. The guards went to sleep, but Demmres stayed downstairs with Uriel. The two sat in front of the fireplace for a while. Neither spoke. Finally, Uriel cleared his throat. “So, you’re probably wondering why I never came back.”

“Yes, that would be accurate.”

Uriel sighed. “It was because of the dragons. I was going to return, but the dragons attacked my ship. I almost died, and I had spent all of the Septims I had brought with me on that boat. After that, I tried to go south, but dragons attacked me then as well. Every time I tried to return home, they appeared and stopped me. However, I had heard that many others had left Skyrim and made it Cyrodiil. I think that it was because of my lineage. Something about being of Septim blood made the every single last dragon in Skyrim keep me here. I can’t be certain of that however. I eventually decided to find a way to hunt dragons. I found one who could. She would only call herself Savior. She looked familiar, but I had never seen her before in my life, me being holed up in the White Gold Tower back in Cyrodiil. Speaking of which, how is father?”

Demmres didn’t answer. Uriel’s expression darkened. “Assassins?”

“No.”

“Sickness?”

“No.”

“Then what?”

“Suicide.”

Uriel froze. “But why?”

“We don’t know. There was no note. Well, there was one, but it was thrown into a fire. It was enchanted, and we’re having trouble restoring it to its original form.”

Uriel’s expression darkened even further. “Uriel, continue.” Demmres said, quietly.

“No.”

He stood up, and went upstairs. Demmres sat there, staring at where he was sitting. She knew she was going to have to tell him, but she didn’t expect this. The old Uriel would never have acted this way. Something happened to him here in Skyrim that changed him. So many questions spun in Demmres’ head. Who was this Savior? Why were the dragons hunting Septims? What had happened to Uriel that changed him so much? How had dragons come back? Why Skyrim? Why now?

Demmres sighed in confusion and frustration, and fell asleep right there on the wood floor.




Armland woke up to his brother throwing a sword onto his bed. “Get up! Dragons are attacking!” Armland instantly jumped out of bed. “Taryn, where is my armor?”

“There’s no time! We have to hurry; they’ve already caught half the town on fire!”

The two of them ran out into the village, and he was met by a blast of heat. It had been hot inside, but outside, it felt as if the whole world was on fire.

Looking around, it might as well have been.

It seemed as if every building in the town was on fire. He smelt burning flesh, and he saw bodies falling from the sky. One of them-only one-was a dragon. It crashed into the Woodsman’s Solitude, the only tavern in town. He heard screams coming from it. “Come on, Taryn, this way!” He sprinted towards the tavern, almost tripping on the dragons dismembered wing, and burst inside. He saw that a few people had survived. “Quickly, everyone! Outside! We’re going to head to the fort!”

“We are?” Taryn had run in. “At least tell me your brilliant plans before you execute them!”

Ignoring Taryn, Armland told the survivors “Find as many survivors as possible, then meet me at the town square, by the ballista! Go!” They all scattered. He reached the ballista with Taryn in about ten seconds. “Taryn, you help my load this thing, I’ll shoot down the dragons!” He could see that there were about nineteen dragons in the sky. They normally only attacked with two or three. It seemed as though something had triggered this.

The medallion! He fingered the odd crystal coin on my neck. He had been wearing it as a necklace this whole time. It had a strange symbol on it. It looked like a dragon, in the shape of a diamond, flying upwards. He had sent it to a scholar, and he said it was the symbol of Alduin, god of destruction. He figured it was just some bizarre cult necklace, and he had kept it as a good luck charm. Now, it seemed as if there was something much more to it…

Wasn’t Alduin a dragon? Does that mean that this medallion was of worth to him, and he had sent his minions-the Jill-to attack them and retrieve the medallion?

Was all of this his fault?

“Armland! The ballista is loaded!”

Armland snapped out of his thoughts, and manned the large siege weapon. He shot at one of the dragons, and watched in dismay as it missed. He had never used a ballista before. He knew how to shoot it, but only by watching the actual crew practice. The guards were probably using the better, metal made ballistae-the ones with magical enchantments and the like-while the townsfolk were stuck here with this one antiquated weapon. He growled, as Taryn armed it again. “Ready!”

Ka-Chunk!

It fired a bolt straight through a dragon’s wing. It screamed, and started to fall to the ground, very slowly.

“Ready!” Taryn shouted.

Ka-Chunk!

The next one hit its tail, and it started to simply fall to the ground. It seemed to, halfway through the fall, accept its fate, and curled its wings up, allowing the pain to end swiftly. It almost made Armland sad, to see it die like that. Then he remembered how many villagers-how many of his friends-this one dragon probably killed. “Arm it again!”

“Ready!”

Ka-Chunk!

“Ready!”

Ka-Chunk!

They went on like this for what seemed like hours, only occasionally shooting down a dragon. There were still five dragons left. The guards were busy defending the fort, and they only had about seven bolts left. They must have killed only about two or three. The rest were attacking the fort, however. Five more, and then the village was safe.

They fired, and fired, and fired, until there was one dragon, and one bolt. This dragon realized the threat, and went down to finish it off.

The threat was Armland and Taryn.

Taryn loaded the ballista, and Armland took aim. He waited for just the right moment, so that the dragon wouldn’t crash into them, and yet he would still hit. It got closer and closer, and then…

Ka-Chunk!

The bolt lodged itself in the dragon’s throat. It gagged, and started to fall.

“Quick! Run!” Armland screamed, as he realized it was about to kill them. He jumped out of the ballista’s seat, and sprinted away.

Taryn turned away to run to the right, when a burning building collapsed, blocking his way.

He turned to run the other way, and the dragon was getting closer.

“Taryn, look out!”

Taryn barely took two more steps before the dragon plowed through the ballista…

And him.

“Taryn, no!” He screamed, and ran towards him. He barely registered the fort in the background crumbling to pieces under the dragons relentless assault. Armland kneeled next to his brother.

“Armland…just run! The dragons…they’ll be here soon.”

Swallowing tears, Armland nodded. He knew that he would never be able to move the dragon’s body. He ran to the stables to find a horse. He picked the only one left-a young, grey and white stallion. It seemed like it was well trained. Armland was at least a little bit lucky. He climbed on, and galloped out of the city.

When he turned back, he saw nothing but fire. He thought about where to go. Winters Hold was the closest civilized place. He kicked his horse’s sides, and then galloped off.
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Nice. You come to MY thread. Then post YOUR work. Do not do this again. This is a warning.
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Point=Proven
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Why did it post the whole thing?
I only meant the last chapter >.<
Sorry, Firecake. I made a mistake there...
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[ Chapter 1: Joyride ]
Erik Lancaster walked across the bridge to his University. He was studying to become an anti-hacking specialist, possibly work for a security company when he finished his courses. Erik sniffed in, smelling the sea air. It smelled of salt, as much of the ocean does. Looking over the side of the bridge, he shivered. "Such a fall..." He muttered, righting his head forward. A black van zoomed passed him, followed by a chasing police car. He immediately hit the deck, covering his head. The van came inside, hitting the edge of the bridge. Swerving to the side, the police car avoided the van as it drifted back into the lane. The van driver wasn't discouraged, as he drove directly into the next lane. The chase soon passed Erik, and sirens began to dim. Dusting his brown jacket off, Erik got to his feet and brushed back his jet black hair. His hands were a bit scratched, but no matter. The University's nurse staff could fix that quickly. He looked around, seeing many other students on their way to the school dazed and confused as well. Then, directing his gaze back at the school, he could now see that the police car had crashed about two hundred feet away. It was halfway off the bridge, and many people were screaming and pointing, jumping out of their cars and trying to help the man. Erik was frozen. Petrified. He didn't know what to do, but could now see a herd of people fleeing the area, running away from the University.

A buzz of engines broke his fear-induced state. The van was coming back, faster than before. Erik could now get a clear vision of the driver. He was fairly tall, with long brown hair covered by a black knit cap. The driver swerved through the lanes, smashing cars away carelessly. Erik began to dash away with the others, as fast as he was going, he couldn't outrun a car. The van drew closer and closer until directly next to Erik. He looked at the driver, and apparently the driver did the same. With an evil grin, the driver rolled down the back driver side window and revealed a gunman. As the van slowed, it came closer to Erik. The man in the back with the gun fired aimlessly and madly, adding to the chaos. Erik didn't know what to do, any of the bullets being shot at him could make contact at any second. He stopped. The van sped past and then came to a halt as well. The back doors opened and three more men with ski masks and black suits came out carrying pistols. They fired several shots in the air and the bridge drew silent. Erik made his way into the crowd of fleeing University students. Apparently, one of the men that had gotten out of the van had a megaphone. He spoke. "We are looking for a student at the University who goes by the name of Erik Lancaster."

Frozen once more. Petrified for the second time that day. The man had spoke his name. He set the megaphone on repeat, and the message boomed across the otherwise silent and dead bridge. No one moved except for Erik, trying to get closer to the University, away from the crowds and van. Just has Erik managed to escape the crowd, a booming gunshot made the crowds duck. He looked over them crouched people and saw a dead man at the van. It was the man with the megaphone. Two more shots were fired in quick succession. Now all of the three men were dead, van speeding into the crowd running from the bridge. Erik looked around, trying to find the shooter. And then. The helicopter.
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[ Chapter 2: Meeting McClain ]
Erik looked to his right. A helicopter could be heard, possibly beneath the bridge. As the sounds of chopping air grew louder, the winds picked up. Soon enough, a large, jet black helicopter was right beside Erik on the bridge. A few men with machine guns hopped out of the helicopter and landed firmly on the bridge. They rushed into the crowd, apparently trying to get somewhere fast. Looking back at the helicopter, Erik saw a middle aged man with very short tin-colored hair. He had a slight beard, possibly because of not shaving that morning. The man was trying to say something, waving his arms and Erik, but could not be heard over the sounds of the chopper blades. "What?" Erik tried to call out to him, still astonished by the whole scene. More flapping of the arms by the man, then the gunmen returned. They made a few quick gestures to the man in the helicopter, then grabbed Erik by the arms and threw him into the flying machine. Quickly jumping in after him, the men propped him up on a chair before closing the door and giving an "OK" sign to the pilot, who could be seen through a small window. Erik looked out of the helicopter window frantically, not knowing either to try and run or to stay and be taken away. For all he knew, these were the same men who tried to kill him earlier. For a few minutes there was silence in the helicopter. Other than the blades, that is. Then Erik had something shoved into his stomach. A helmet. He quickly put it on, not sure what else to do with it. Immediately the sounds of the chopper blades were softened and he could hear talking. A strong voice in the headphones, "Can you hear me?" Erik looked over at the man with the grey hair. He was the speaker. "Uhm," Erik replied, stunned, "Who are you people? And what do you want with me?"
"Son," The grey haired man with the firm voice told Erik, "My name is Colonel Kevin McClain, I serve in an organization called the United States Undercover Security Operations. We came here today to-"
"Wait." Erik interrupted, "You work for the government?"
"Yes," Said a higher voice, it was one of the men with the guns. Erik looked over and saw a very tall man with blonde hair and a clean face. He had sea blue eyes that slightly sparkled as he looked over back at Erik, "We work directly with the government, protecting its secrets and such."
"That is correct," McClain replied, "That there is Henry Robbison, weapons specialist." He gestured to the man that just spoke. "And the one sitting next to him is Sergeant Joesph Lenard, mechanics and engineering. After that is Wess Brown, he's our spy."

A man holding a brown fedora in his lap nodded at Erik. Wess Brown, he guessed. But the Colonel wasn't finished, "Then we have Patrick Gergers, we call him GG for short, he's the pilot. And last but not least is you. Erik Lancaster, the computer hacking specialist." Erik was stunned when he said that. He fumbled around with words, trying to put together a sentence, "No, no..." Was all he could get out. Thinking more, he constructed, "You must have the wrong guy." Nervously laughing now, Erik looked all around, "I mean, you... You can't be serious. I am just... I'm just a student at the University over there. There is no way I'm some sort of special operations-"

Erik was cut short by the pilot intruding on the conversation. "We're here." He said. The pilot had a deep voice like the Colonel. As Erik looked around, he saw the other members of the Colonel's crew getting off of the helicopter. He nervously followed suit, just doing what everyone else was doing at this point. He took off his headset when he saw that everyone else had, as well. In front of him stood a shack. It was an outhouse, of sorts, only metal. As he watched the other men enter it, he didn't know what to do. It seemed like they were all going in together, not one at a time. Was this really the best time for a group bathroom break?
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