Vol. 1 Chapter 3 - ‘Fantasia ‘2R-Seraphim’’

/The next morning waking from the strange dream the night before, after a good rest Uhtred rose alongside the sun, as it rose and opened the day's morning, peaking over the horizon whilst shining it's rays, pouring down pure vitality spreading life and greeting this side of the planet for the day./

/Location: Larkinson-Residence/

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"Haha! You look like shit! Did you have a weird ass dream about that tiny-dick having cunt Loki?" I say as I greet my brother, Ves. Whom looks as if he has not rested in the last forty-eight hours. Then I asked if he had a weird dream about a weirdo mythological god.

"Yeah, wait I mean no, what the fuck? I'm gonna ignore that, I just stayed up late last night working on my next variant, the Seraphim. I did not have any strange dreams about whoever you just spoke about…" My brother told me whilst yawning and stretching sleepily, then shaking his head whilst looking at me strangely…

"Get some rest, I had ten-consecutive victories last night bringing me into the Silver-Ranked league. I'll have a fan-squad in no time, just wait and see younger brother" I told Ves, while informing him of my record for the evening last night, I also threw in a quick younger-brother in there for laughs.

"Awesome! That will make the perfect advertisement for my mechs! Thank you, I'm going to sleep for a couple hours then I will finish the 'Seraphim, I will just ignore you believing you are the elder brother even though we were almost born at the same

time. I will see you later." Ves said before walking into his room and shutting the door.

"Well looks like it is just me and you now, Lucky my 'robot-cat friend." I told the gem-cat, who was currently lounging on the sofa, acting exactly like a domestic-housecat.

"Meow?" Lucky meow'd, while cocking his head to the side, and looking at me almost questionably. I know Lucky is a magnificent piece of technology, with the cat being first-rate technology.

"I tell ya what, I will get on the galactic-net and order you some exotics, I was planning on ordering a warhorse and all the cold-weaponry I will need to practice my skills anyway." I informed the robot-cat, I might have some tasty metal-snacks, for him to feast on soon.

"Meow!" Lucky, made another cat-like noise, acting as if he were saying, "Fuck yea! You're alright human, I now approve of your existence, now make'eth haste, procure'eth my vittles human-slave."

Then he just went back to lounging-out, on the sofa, just flicking and swishing his tail. Meanwhile, I pulled up the galactic-net on my personal-comms unit. I searched for and purchased everything I need, most of which would be shipped from other places on planet Cloudy-Curtain, including the 'warhorse. The exotic-metal snacks for Lucky would have to be shipped from Planet Bentheim. The snacks alone, took a fifty-thousand 'Bright-Credit chunk out of my almost a million credits.

The cold-weaponry and the warhorse only cost me around twenty-thousand Bright-Credits. In less than three-days, I will have everything I need to train and grind my system-skills.

/After five hours had passed, Uhtred spent the time grinding his boxing-skill, and after finding that stones could be used for training his throwing-skills. Uhtred decided he had exercised enough, for the day, then he entered the home to make something to eat./

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"Hey you're awake, make sure to eat something before returning to your work, I'm not trying to sound like mother but you will have to learn to rest and eat properly. That is required of all experts in their area of expertise, if you truly wish to be more than a run of the mill ordinary mech-designer, you will need to achieve balancing work and rest whilst making sure you have a healthy diet." I said, as I met Ves in the living-area of the home. Who had messy-hair and looked like he slept like a rock.

"Yeah, I hear you brother I will work on it, I should have the Seraphim uploaded on 'Iron-Spirit' in no-time at all. I've added a flight-pack to the Fantasia, making it a aerial-marksman. I also purchased the virtual-production license, for the Harconix Light-DMR, a rifle more powerful than a standard-assault rifle, but not as powerful as a sniper-rifle." Ves told me about his new variant-mech.

"Sounds perfect, I will have to buy me a metal-alloy one-handed sword and round-shield, also maybe a couple metal-alloy javelins and a shoulder-bag, to carry them in." I told Ves, what I would gear my Seraphim with as far as weaponry.

"'Javelins? Why not a firearm?" Ves asked in confusion, wondering why anyone would rather a javelin over a rifle or some sort of firearm.

"I am what is called a cold-weaponry supremacist, weird I know but it is what I am." I informed Ves, of my fetish for cold-weaponry, while 'whipping up a turkey-sandwich and some rice and gravy for the both of us to eat.

"Wow! This smelled absolutely amazing, where did you learn to cook?" Ves asked, as he watched me go about preparing our meal.

"From the woman whom taught me how to pleasure females, Velma. She taught me how to cook, amongst other things." I answered Ves.

"She sounds nice, the food smells so good, I am hungry now, for sure." He said, whilst ignoring me speak about my sexual education instructor, Velma from Scooby-Doo who I always had a thing for and would masturbate whilst dreaming of licking her button-like looking bumhole. Gods Velma got me hard…

I continued cooking away, wasn't anything special, but the simplest of meals can be the best, if they are prepared correctly and with the right care or proper attention. After the dinner was served, we both wiped out a healthy-helping then went to our respective gaming-pods.

/After logging-into 'Iron-Spirit'/

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/Welcome back User 'Uhtred of BebbanBurg' to the world of 'Iron-Spirit'/

/User-Status/

/Ranking: Silver-Ranked/

/Record: Wins/Losses/Draws (10/0/0)/

/Current Mech: 'Kezia-Armament's 'Fantasia 2R-E/

/Bank-Account: 1'000 (Gold-Coins) 913'000 (Bright-Credits)/

"Alright, let's get us a couple more matches in against these low-ranked, noobs, the Silver-ranks is only the real-beginning, of 'Iron-Spirit. The real opponents will not come until the Gold-ranks at the soonest. Then I will buy the 'Seraphim, once Ves finishes publishing it on the mech-market." I say as I'm entering, the waiting-lobby for the silver-ranked matches, I will play whilst waiting for my second mech, to be fabricated and published for sale on 'Iron-Spirit'.

/Once Uhtred finished his sixth-victory, in the forty-minutes he played while he waiting for the Seraphim to become available for purchase. After equipping the new mech at a cost of 88'000 Bright-Credits and the cold-weaponry, Uhtred selected and purchased then equipped the light-mech, that defaultly-wielded a firearm as a aerial-marksman, changing it opting to wield metal-alloy javelins as its ranged-weaponry instead.|

"Alright one more match, before going to sleep. I have to get at the least one run-in with my Seraphim before calling it a night." I said after signing-up for a Silver-Ranked Five-Vs-Five, Capture-the-Flag match.

/Once the match loaded, the map, Scorcher's-Canyon, was drawn and selected for the match./

/Capture-the-Flag Match Starting Now../

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"Time to get my advertisement on, it will make a sweet-sight, a female-mech flying circles around her prey picking and poking at her prey's weaknesses." I speak to myself, as I enter the field-of-battle, moving swiftly and gracefully. Taking full advantage of my inherent neural-aptitude, or in other words my ability to become one with the mech, to control the metal-giant like a body made of flesh and bone.

Moving at max-efficiency, using the least-amount possible of fuel, or energy, from the power-supplies like fuel-cell packs or battery-powered packs whilst maintaining a moderate rate of movement.

I used the Fantasia's agile-style light-armored mech-body to climb one of the walls of the Canyon, to get a quick glimpse of my current field of battle. As the other four members of my team moved towards the enemies side of the map, all taking right edge or the right lane of canyon, leaving me to defend our base as I asked them to.

The map Scorcher's-Canyon is not a large map, it did not take long for the first sign of my enemies to start appearing or more like start sounding, as I can hear the movements and sounds of my enemies from inside my mech long before I can catch sight of them through turns and twists of the Canyon's paths.

I controlled my mech to stab the spear into the ground, to drop my two spare javelins on the ground as I withdrew my three javelins from my shoulder-mounted javelin ammo-bag of my mech.

Then I closed my mech's eyes and my own as well inside the cock-pit, whilst I pushed my mech's sense of hearing to the maximum, pinpointing my enemies locations and their trajectories of travel me.

The moment they broke-out into the open space, near my team's flag a mech-sized javelin met the lead hostile mech dead-center of it's upper-torso.

"Fuck! Johnny's hit, What the fuck is this? A little spear made for throwing, fucker he is up there look!" One of my prey shouted and exclaimed, up to the point where he noticed my mech standing on a ledge of the wall of the Canyon above them, before dropping from said ledge whilst gripping my mech's javelins my mech was currently grasping and dual-wielding to assassin's Creed drop on top of the more heavily armored of the two remaining enemy mechs.

While piercing down on both sides of his neck, penetrating down through his chest and sides of his chest, damaging and ruining all sorts of internals whilst doing so.

"What fuck! Stop, Jim! Cunt you killed Jim and Johnny! Fuck you! Arghha.." The last of the prey was saying, and screaming while trying to fire upon me. To which I just cling to his friend and heavier-knight type-mech's back, perfectly safe and unharmed whilst the same can not be said for the screaming enemy's friend and ally who I am currently using as an shield to defend from the rifle firing screaming mech-pilot's attacks.

My last remaining enemy, I could personally see or hear anywhere near me soon followed his friends back to the waiting-room of Iron-Spirit. After he ran out of ammunition and I dropped his friend's body, to swiftly dispatch him the Christian's heaven ending, ending the match with a victory for me and my team.

/After Uhtred swept his competition securing the victory for his team and also obtaining a 'MVP award, for his performance as the most-valuable-player, of the capture-the-flag five-versus-five. Uhtred then decided to go ahead and call it a night, and he logged-off 'Iron-Spirit, after climbing-out of his gaming-cabin Uhtred then laid-down on his bed, then shortly-after laying down he then entered his sleep for the evening./

/Once Uhtred entered his slumber in the physical-realm, he was once again spiritually-transported to his own private study-dimension located inside the galactic-net. Uhtred would spend another night researching more into his chosen profession, if he is not doing that in his dream-time, he is doing research on his different hobbies or plans for the furniture, such as his farmland he plans to own in the future, or the personal armed-forces he plans to establish on the small planet on the outskirts of the galaxy…/