NightBlade- Origins

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
My first in what will be a series of tales about a new character i am creating, named Kethis. He is a Dracen, a Metahuman race i invented for a Shadowrun Campaign i made a while back. Essentially Kethis like all Dracens stand about 7 to 8 feet tall, have green-grey scales, snouts filled with razor sharp teeth. Their hands, which have four thick fingers, including an opposable thumb, end in sharp claws.

Also all Dracens have a singular fin-ridge along the tops of their heads and down their backs, as well as on their faces and shoulders. All Dracens have amber-colored eyes, with black, almond shaped pupils. Male Dracens are distingushed by females, in that males have long whiskers, though covered in scales and not fur, two to four in all, running from the sides of their faces. Females are also smaller and more lithe in size and stature, and grow head hair.

Submitted: November 06, 2008

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Everyone has a beginning I guess, and so I suppose I will tell you my beginning, my origins. I was born Erik Richard Steele, in the year 2030, in the United Canadian States of America, some shithole, backwater town in what used to be Kansas. My nothing hometown was a farming town about 120 miles west of Topeka, and I was human. My Father was in the Army, and a white Scot-Irish man, whose father was in the Army too. His name was David, he was a drunk, and abusive towards my loving mom, Mary. She was twoyears younger then my father, she was 16 when she was knocked up, my dad and her knew each other in Highschool. I was conceived in the backseat of my dad's 1957 Black and Chrome Cadiliac. Bastard loved that car more then mom or me, did till the day he died, too much drinking. My Mom, Mary, she was a beautiful girl in her youth, Half Sioux Half German, long black hair and deep blue eyes. I was the only kid, and thank God for that, poor mom had enough to deal with, my asshole of a father, and me. She never finished Highschool, and never went to College, as for my dad, career Army man. We lived on Base, Fort BlackHawk Army and AirForce base, I went to the base school, and played with the other kids. We used to play hide and seek amongst the Jet Fighters and Cargo planes, or in the old junkyard. I was good at the game, and was always curious about the old military junk, seeing how it worked. For all any good my father taught me or showed me, he taught me how to hunt, fish, hike, and to survive. He may have been a piece of shit, but he taught me stuff, and knew his shit when it came to killing and surviving. However his drinking kept him at the rank of a Staff Sargeant, he was stuck, I told myself I would do better.

Growing up on that base, seeing the flat plains stretching for miles to the Horizon, wondering what was out there, a whole world to see. I did ok in school, played Baseball and Football, had a knack for both, was somewhat popular with the kids. I had my mother's black hair, and her eyes, and my dad's fairly big build, and his strong chin. Though when I did bad, the son of a bitch would beat me, my mother would try to protect me. I had a couple of girlfriends in school, and some buddies I hung out with. Goto the drive-in movie theatre in Town, though it was the 2030's, they still had a Drive-In Theatre, though mostly for show and what tourism they could get. Used to sneak a few beers now and then from old Greyson's Bar, a Local dive where young punks and Base soliders would go, there was a fight every week. Greyson himself was one of those Trolls, big dude, tough and strong, stood a full 7 and a half feet tall, with his big knotty skin and those two big curved horns of his. If someone started a fight, him and his three Ork bouncers would finish it, I got along with ole Greyson, sitting for hours listening to him talk about the years he spent in the Marines. He retired after 30 years in, joined when he was 20, Greyson retired a Sargeant Major, and I was one of the few people to see his picture as a human in uniform. I told him about my Great Grandfather, on my dad's side, also a Marine like Greyson. I even had a picture of him, an old black and white of my grandad back from World War II, and showed it to Greyson. Fond memories.

I was 17 when mom died, some say from cancer, I say from not being able to take my father's shit anymore. She was only 33, I hated my father for what he did to her and to me. I graduated Highschool early, and saved up about a grand, from the odd jobs I had over the years. One night, as my dad was drinking himself to sleep, I packed my stuff into an old, green army duffle bag, and put on my Grandad's old black longshoreman's coat and left, my dad tried to stop me, he swung and missed, I hit him in the fucking jaw and knocked him out cold. Greyson and his Ork friends were good enough to give me boxing lessions, as that bastard laid on the floor, I walked out. Never looking back. I got to Topeka, thanks to Greyson giving me a ride there, and he saw me off as I boarded a bus. I was going to Chicago, this was of course in 2047, before the whole Bug Spirit Crisis back in 2056, for which I was witness to, but I will get back to that story another day. Two days later after riding on that damned bus, I got to Chicago, and was signed up at the Marine Recruitment Office. I was now a Marine, a Jarhead and damn proud of it, at least for now I was. In time that would change, and in a way I could not control, nor would have seen coming.

The Marine Corps, I spent 14 years of my life in the Corps, going from one shithole to another. Fighting in the Deserts of North Africa, to the Jungles of Aztlan, taking out the supposed bad guys and sometimes the good guys. I became cold fast, eating shitty rations in insect infested rainforest, killing men and sometimes women and children. Their screams I heard at night, when I slept, their faces when i was awake. I like my dad, took to drinking, smoking like my mom, slept little and grew hateful of the world. I was good though at my job, and was taken into the ranks of the Marine Recon, and in a short time, I was at the rank of Chief Warrent Officer, at the age of 31. It was 2061, time of the return of Haley's Comet, and all the wierd shit that brought, the whole fucking World went mad. And thats when it happened, when I changed, but I was not the only one, one ina hundredthousand people across the whole world changed. It was called the night of the Dragon men, the night Dracens were born, the newest Metahuman race to walk the face of the Earth. And if people hated Orks and Trolls, they both feared and were in awe of us, HomoDraconis, or simply Dracens. We were as tall as Trolls, and just as strong, in some cases stronger, and I have to tell you, the pain of changing, was like being on fire. My bones and skin twisting and turning, my blood boiling, and when it was over, I felt for the first time ever like myself. Like this was who I was meant to be, and it felt good. I could see as well as an Elf, and hear as good as a Dragon, and my sense of smell was enhanced like ten times over. And man was I strong, I could lift like upto 800 pounds, and I was able to endure a lot more.

Despite this new found gift, there was no proceedure in the Military for Dracens, and I was one of like maybe 150 in the whole U.C.A.S. Military Forces. There were far more Elves, Trolls, Orks and Dwarves, which meant there were proceedures for them, they were excepted. They took me and all the other Dracens to a military research base near Winnipeg, to study us and poke and prod us. The scientists studied our genetic structure and our Metabolic rates, and so on, discovering that we had a strong genetic tie to Dragons, mainly Western Dragons, and had possible lifespans of hundreds of years, much like Elves. We also had incredible Immune systems, much like Dwarves did, we Dracens had the best of everything. It was that which scared the Military, plus our nature of rage, in many combat tests, we Dracens showed a terrible and nearly uncontrollable ferocity. This was seen as a liability, and the Military decided it was too dangerous to have Dracens in the Military. Damn fools, fucking Top Brass had loyal, nearly unstoppable soldiers, and we were discharged, Honorably. Not that that much mattered, what the hell were we supposed to do now? I for one was not going to let this stop me, I had something in mind. I left behind the bullshit and went on my own way, I became a Merc, going from one hellhole to another. Doing the same as I did before, but only better pay and better toys. Made a lot of friends, enemies and valuable contacts. And I did this for nine long damn years, got into some heat with local governments and Megacorps. It was hightime I dropped out of the merc biz for a while, and run my ass to the shadows. So I came to New Eden, a big Metroplex of 30 million set on some island in the lower half of Hudson Bay. It was its own Nation-State, gaining independence in 2043, free of U.C.A.S. control, having its own military and ruling body. And it had a big corporate presence, and long, deep shadows, a perfect place for me to hide. New Eden also had the distinction of have a fairly big Dracen population, about 200 in all, one of the largest communities of Dracens in the world. I was home.

Its now 2070, welcome to the present, drekhead. And enjoy the show...


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