Vol. 1 Chapter 4 - Melinda Larkinson

/The next morning after his nightly dream-studies and research, Uhtred rose from his bed, whilst yelling "Rise!". Uhtred then stretched and twisted his body before he exited his bed-room./

/Location: Larkinson-Residence/

/povMC/

"What it do, brother? Looking quite sleepy yet again this morning brother, you really should start adding some exercise to your daily-routine, it would truly do you some good." I greeted my brother, who maybe didn't look as bad as yesterday morning but still looked like shit none the less.

"I received a strength-candy from my system last night, maybe I will receive a endurance-candy next time." Ves said, as he was telling me until there was a knock at the door interrupting his words.

I then got up and opened the door, to reveal our older cousin Melinda Larkinson who the. Proceeded to attack me with a bear-hug.

"Uhtred! Ves! It's been so long my little cousins who are not so little anymore it seems. I really like the beard Uhtred, it really suits you." She told Ves and I.

"Melinda! Gods you've grown beautiful! I bet you have to beat all the boys away with a stick, with you looking like a mech-piloting goddess." I told Melinda whilst donning my trademark 'I will eat your asshole' face, making her blush and even giggle a little…

"Stop it you pervert, you haven't changed one bit all these years, on the inside I can see." She said, as she slapped my chest getting a feel of my perfect body…

"Melinda it is always good to see you, but I know you're not here for a social-visit. What is up?" Ves asked Melinda, obviously ready to cut to the chase

"Grandfather has been busy at headquarters, even with all his resources and connections, the only information he has gained on the location of your father, is he was last spotted and lost-track of near the Nyxian-Gap." Melinda informed us of what Benjamin Larkinson, our grandfather learned of our missing-father Ryncol Larkinson.

Our father, Ryncol is a well-known mech-pilot and member of one of the Bright-Republic's mech-legions. Unfortunately he is currently missing in action, leaving Ves with over three-hundred million Bright-Credits worth of debt for the mech-workshop, owed to the Planetary Banking Institute on Cloudy-Curtain.

"There is no point in looking for him, he obviously has something he wants to accomplish, he will return home when he is ready." I told Ves and Melinda, my opinions on the matter. I live only for glory and my inevitable rise to fame, as the most glorious warrior in this universe, reputation is all… It has been written and it is known…

"How is the family?" Ves asked Melinda, to which I scoffed and snorted, Uhtred of BebbanBurg's personality infects my entire being and genetic-makeup, causing me to be very spiteful making it nigh-impossible not to hold a grudge, against anyone who I have felt I've been crossed or wronged by.

I never liked how a majority of the members of the Larkinson-Clan enjoyed dropping harsh comments to or around my twin-brother for him and me to hear, for him to brush-off whilst I turned feral and sought blood-payment for the slights offered unto my brother. A child, missing his mother, only because he was not a potentate, or in other words someone without the ability to interface into a mech's Neural-Interface.

Like I said, the Uhtred son of Uhtred, or the Uhtred Uhtredsson in me makes me want to travel to Planet-Rittersberg and immediately publicly-humiliate the cousins and aunts and uncles, who truly believe they are superior to Ves. It almost demands it of me whilst clasping it's claws around my very soul inflicting excruciating pain on my entire being, as it or my honor and value as a warrior, will be called into question if I do not have payment in blood or by returning the insults and slights they delivered unto my brother, my own flesh and blood making their insults and slights almost on my own person, which demands remonstration...

Reputation is all! An attack on my twin could be seen as an attack directly on my being, no attack can be seen to be let-go or brushed-off, without due-punishment being administered or reflected upon my would-be attacker or attackers.

"They are fine, I'm sure all the younger cousin children-piglets, running around the Clan-Residence back on Planet-Rittersberg would love to try your virtual-mechs on 'Iron-Spirit." Melinda answered Ves, mentioning the very little cretins that better say they would love to pilot my brother's virtual or any kind of work he ever creates, or by the gods they will be punished by own hands before finding their birth-parents and disciplining them as well.

"I just started on my third-variant for the 'Fantasia 2R by 'Kezia-Armaments, I should be done virtually-fabricated and have it uploaded on the mech-market today. You should check them out sometime, Uhtred has not been downed or killed in battle even once since he started climbing up the ranks, two-days ago piloting my first and second variant-mechs on 'Iron-Spirit." Ves told her about his works, and my piloting of them on the virtual mech-simulator game I've been advertising his works and earning some income on.

"Yeah I'll be in Gold-ranks, by the time your third-variant is finished and available for purchase." I said to them both, as if it was pre-destined to happen, that or it would be so easy for me to accomplish it would be like breathing or some other natural process humans do instictively or without meaning to… They just do it.

"Gold-ranked in only three-days, wow! They must have really taught you some things in the center of our galaxy." Melinda exclaimed, mentioning my forceful kidnapping by the Fridayman of the Friday-Coalition, the second-rater behemoth who backs or pretty much controls our third-rater backwater galactic-state, the Bright-Republic the state of the Larkinson twins birth.

"Yea you should read the comments on my virtual-mech page, some of them a claiming 'Uhtred of BebbanBurg' is a hacker." Ves said, whilst laughing a little at the end of his statement.

"Bronze-rank and Silver-ranks just contained no worthy-opponents, gold-ranked matches should hopefully be different." I said, whilst running my hand through my beard, why I have a dark-colored 'Gandalf the Grey' style-beard? You ask?… well I don't have a good answer for that, call it a personal-whim. The future has really advanced hair-growth serum-technology, first thing I did when I graduated from the Institute I attended my mech-studies at was grow a beard, when I started my return-voyage to the Bright-Republic.

"When you reach platinum-ranks you can partner-up with me, Big-Sis will carry you…" Melinda said whilst twirling her hair through her fingers. Sealing the deal, if anyone is fucking my hot-cousin, it is gonna be me gods-damnit!

"We shall not need wait for long, consider it a date I look most-forward to, dear-cousin." I lay down the suave all nice and smooth-like, with a perfect soft silky-finish.

"Hm.. pervert, anyways, I also came to give you both your 'invitations to the 'Young-Tiger's-Exhibition, or the 'YTE, this year on Bentheim. They will have a competition for young and new mech-designers, as well as with young and new mech-pilots. The first-place prize is one million 'Bright-Credits, the prize-pools are seperate for designers and pilots. So, if you both win your respective-competitions you each will be a 'million-credits wealthier." Melinda informed us, of the competition on Planet-Bentheim, that will take place thirty-days from now whilst placing the invitations on the coffee-table, in the living-area of the residence.

"You have to leave already? You only just arrived." I asked the fine-young woman just over twenty-years of age, a ripe-fruit. Just waiting to be plucked from the tree of Eden, only to suffer torment and penultimately be devoured, until finding herself left with no strength whatsoever before entering the most peaceful and full of rest slumber, she has ever entered before having her field of crops plowed and seeded, by Uhtred of the house Larkinson.

"The planetary-guard doesn't really believe-in free-time, unfortunately. You boys be good now, I will see you on Planet-Bentheim." She told us as she left, leaving me a little horny and full of different weird thoughts…

"They teach you to pork your cousins in the 'Friday-Coalition? Or something?" Ves said while he looked at me strangely whilst asking, what was up with my sex-craved looks at our cousin…

"They taught me if anyone is gonna be giving our more sexy-cousin ladies the business, it's gonna be me and only me." I informed Ves, my view-point on the matter of playing fiddles, with our more-beautiful lady-cousins.

"Hm.. strangely, that kind of makes sense to me, but I have a gut-feeling it shouldn't make any sense at all." Ves kind of talked to himself, as he said full of confusion.

/After eating some vittles, prepared by Uhtred. The brothers went about their respective-plans, for the day and evening. By the time the next day arrived, Uhtred had entered into the gold-ranks on 'Iron-Spirit', whilst purchasing and equipping, the 'Fantasia 2R-'Phantasm', the third-mech virtually-created by Ves./