Stormy Knight Errant
Fan Fiction by
Lightning blasted the war walls and the dawdling thunder
rolled after causing the tall buildings of Kings Row to shudder and
groan. The energy field of the war wall showered dozens of sparks
and orbs into the air giving the impression it was raining will of
the wisps instead of water. The latter began falling harder and another
heavenly bolt careened into Paragon City itself striking a building
in Kings Row. Occam’s Razar crouched on the edge of the building truly
ecstatic with the display of nature. Next to him, his Hero Corps uniform
with cape lay bundled together. His employment with the mercenary
hero organization had been terminated, but the dreary rain was by
no means a reflection of his mood.
The half-dragon’s gaze drifted
upwards with a childlike gleeful smile and the sparkle in his eyes
reflected the frenzied illumination of the stormy night. It had been
too long since he enjoyed the beauty of nature, although his memories
told him it had only been a couple of months. Eons had passed during
his frozen death changing much for humans, but Earth herself remained
steadfast. Even being a drake would not grant him long enough life
to see her change.
Razar glanced down from an eight-story building
near Industrial Avenue. Tonight, the storm would drive those villain
and evildoers inside leaving the rooftops to him and his ancient thoughts.
Humans were evolving and during this evolution, they were discovering
their true potential. They began to experience what power they could
posses and auspiciously many did take responsibility for that power.
Many also choose the easier path, the path to pain, suffering, and
ultimately to evil itself.
The humans were no longer the young race
he knew. He remembered a time when they were just beginning to explore
other levels of existence and still needed protection from the many
pantheons desiring their worship and souls. Over the eons, the strong
influence humans acquired corrupted those without the strong will
to use it responsibly. Today they posed ever-greater threats to themselves
and the population of Earth in general. Tonight a plethora of small
metallic mindless automatons known as the Clockwork ignored the storm.
Their master never let them rest and they did not need to. Their activity
had brought Occam’s Razar to Kings Row tonight.
The drake paused from
his reverie and the enjoyment of feeling nature soothing his body,
and glanced through the downpour across the road into an abandon lot.
The scavenger Clockwork were just beginning to emerge to continue
their eternal scrounging of metal, whether it be scrap metal or someone’s
parked car. Sometimes they did not differentiate between the two.
“Soon,” he thought himself.
Hero Corps had helped him escape the clutches
of the tainted dealings of Crey Industries. The professor that found
him, also with Crey’s help, frozen near the Arctic Circle had tasked
the heroes for hire to extract him from their charge. Hero Corps sold
their talents to the highest bidder. He was still learning how the
economy worked in the new world and understood their reasoning. Regardless,
personal power should be considered a gift to assist those in need
and to help create a better world. He truly believed that. It was
the way he was raised and the example sent by the most honorable dragons.
Hero Corps ideals could not be indicative of where the human race
was headed. Tonight was an experiment on the true nature of human
destiny and a test of his resourcefulness.
Activity in the abandoned
lot increased catching his attention. Sharp furrowed penetrating eyes
peered through the blanket of rain and witnessed the gathering. Population
levels of Clockwork had been falling in Atlas Park, Galaxy City, Skyway,
Faultline, and even Boomtown. Razar knew the Clockwork King was up
to something big. His new contact outside the University, led him
to Kings Row and to this moment.
The ancient young drake stood up,
his eight-foot plus form silhouetted temporarily from another flash
of lightning in the clouds above. From below his whitish-yellow protruding
diablo horns added to his menacing muscular physique. He stretched
his lost limbs, now Crey robotic parts, and ignored the phantom pain
plaguing him. His deep death sleep in ice had cost him his right arm
at his shoulder and the left arm below the elbow. His strange robotic
limbs granted him the restoration of his broken body, but they were
not perfect. His arms felt permanently asleep. His fingertips had
some feeling, but mostly he felt small pins poking where his real
fingers used to be. He had phantom pains occasionally, like now. In
some rare instances, the appendages seemed to belong to someone else.
He also had to take a special drug for the rest of his life or his
body would reject the artificial arms.
Commotion in the abandoned
lot increased. Already he lost count of their numbers, never before
had he seen so many. Now was the time. He flexed his metal hands remembering
the feeling of his metacarpals and his lost natural claws. Three blades
from the back of each metallic hand sprang out. These claws replaced
the ones he lost and while he liked the addition, they just were not
quite like his own natural ones.
Flexing his powerful legs, he silently
leapt into the electric air and toward a high-tension electrical tower.
Lightning streaked the sky above capturing the silent figure in a
strobe effect fixating his image in the sky. The Clockwork were too
involved into building their newest creation, the goliath Paladin
to notice his approach.
He landed silently on the rain soaked lower
platform leaving the mechanical patch-worked foes none the wiser.
Their cogs, springs, gears, levers, pulleys, and various other items
of their construction were easily viewed from his location. The half-breed
estimated their numbers at a few dozen.
“I can handle these,” he thought
debating his next action. He fidgeted at the hint of future battle.
He intended to prove a point to himself tonight regarding the misguided
Hero Corps, but he could easily handle this current menace. Clockwork
were no the most durable of creations. He grinned revealing small
fangs and closed his eyes, focusing his thoughts to tune his reflexes
and summon his chi.
Occam’s Razar launched his huge form at the metallic
puppets at the same instant lightning struck the tower. He sliced
into the puppets before the thunder could catch him and a third of
the Clockwork minions lay in pieces when it finally did. They did
not even realize they were under attack until he made it to the scaffolding
cradling Paladin. Razar was able to cut two support legs when the
call for reinforcements went out. The Clockwork present retaliated.
Those closest to the half-breed tried pummeling him with their fists,
but only hit empty air. Those farther back, fired their electrical
bolts; each bolt was similar to the lightning above just not as powerful.
Razar felt their blasts of energy, but it was minor and easily ignored.
Tesla and Cannon Knights, the lieutenants of Clockwork, darted from
murky shadows and fired their tesla cages trying to subdue the young
drake, but he was a practiced brawler and shrugged of their effects.
Razar had dove into the scaffolding knocking it down into a large
growing puddle and began shredding Paladin’s partially built legs.
Then reinforcements arrived.
Suddenly, Razar found himself swarmed
by the scrapped minions. They crawled over him like insects and some
even tried to scavenge his robotic arms. He spun in a circle and swiped
at the ones near and on him. Their pieces fell to pieces to the ground
lost in the growing pools of water. The night sky opened forth with
a thunderous downpour matching that of a waterfall. A whirling noise
filled the air drowning out the sound and hundreds of Oscillators
in various states of prototype filled the surrounding air.
awestruck. The young half-dragon had underestimated his enemy. His
father, Grendel would have frowned. He could hear his grandmother
proclaiming how human he was. Not only was the stormy sky blotted
out, but also their presence above diminished the rain’s ferocity
to a drizzle to those below. Looking around he realized he stood in
a sea of Clockwork. Wave after wave surrounded him closing in on all
sides. He was the sandy shore they would break upon. The half-dragon
fell beneath the onslaught and cringed in pain when hundreds of electrical
bolts struck him as a lightning rod. They poured over him like ants.
Occam’s Razar once again flexed his powerful muscular legs and jumped
for the electrical tower. Those Cogs that held him fast fell off and
he caught one of the wet steal beams with his right hand. With his
left removed a special communicator he received from city hall. It
had one frequency that acted like a hero broadcasting channel.
constructing Paladin near electrical tower by Industrial Avenue,”
he said depressing the single red button. “I cannot defeat them without
Razar leapt backed unto the lower platform and the various
Oscillators were already maneuvering for a clear shot. Sprockets being
the most common minion and in the greatest numbers scrambled up the
towers legs. The drake tried dodging the incoming electrical blasts,
but even with his super reflexes, there were too many. Cogs, Sprockets,
and Oscillators surged over the fallen hero radiating blast after
blast of electrical energy into his body. Razar tried to remain hopeful,
but the pain was too great.
“Maybe the ideals of the Hero Corps were
right.” He thought; hope dwindling through the young drake like water
in a sieve. “Humans desired to be paid for their talents.” Razar gave
into his fate. “Maybe humans did not need protection any more.” He
then remembered the emergency transport system would probably save
him. Paladin would be free to wreak havoc in Kings Row and he would
A green light traveled along the slippery rain soaked
platform revitalizing the half-breed even though he lay under the
kicking and punching automatons. The pain quickly subsided, and he
felt rejuvenated. Razar braced himself, summoning his inner power
of chi and sent shockwaves of energy hurling from the razor edges
of his claws out and around him. This wide attack sent dozens of the
animated villains around him flung to the four points of the compass.
Free from the scrap pile he noticed his savior… no saviors. Heroes
of all types poured in from locations unknown. He watched the light
emanating from all their special abilities create a light show Nature
herself would be jealous of. With the heroes blasting every animated
gear that moved, Oscillators showered from the sky in more pieces
than there wear drops of rain. Razar realized the storm was ending.
Razar nodded thanking the unnamed hero floating near him and dove
right back into the heat of battle. Within minutes, more heroes arrived
countering the growing army of Clockwork. It was not long before the
heroes turned the tide of battle and cleared a path to the Paladin
construct in the middle of the chaos. All that Paladin lacked was
its head when every conceivable energy force in the known universe
converged upon him making him a nexus. Occam’s Razar joined the assault
using his claws to carve the remaining chunks of automaton into metal
With the last of the scaffolding down and no more standing
Clockwork present, the heroes paused to survey the damage. Razar knew
it would be large, but gears, sprockets, doorknobs, springs, and pieces
of metallic sheeting had been strewn all over area like a heavy tin
snowfall. It appeared a junkyard had exploded tossing debris everywhere.
The Clockwork were defeated, but only for the time being. Some had
escaped, so their numbers were sure to grow again, but at least Paragon
City was safe from their scavenging for the short term.
A few heroes
remained behind to assist special city cleaning crews, which had been
dispatched to the area. Razar did then same, he was a drake and took
responsibility for his actions. Tonight was a large victory that all
present could wear like a badge of honor.
Occam’s Razar introduced
himself to many of the heroes that helped. He had been isolated by
his public image and never really had a chance to meet and intermingle
with the true warriors of this present day Earth. He shook hands with
Tropic whose poise and gaze reminded him so much of the dragons that
had pledged their existence to protecting humanity. Tropic introduced
him to Cadecus, the hero that healed him on the tower. There was the
stunningly beautiful WillowWind, which he mistook for Athena at first
He met PhoenixHawk, leader of the Onami Strike Force, Shadow
Pain and Remedy Hart. The mysterious Voyager introduced himself before
continuing with a mission of dire importance with another hero called
Big Puerto Rico. He left with the drake’s gratitude. Another radiant
beauty caught his eye introducing herself as Solanum. She had seemed
familiar to him, but he could not place the face with the memory.
If he finished making youngling mistakes like those that he did tonight
maybe, he would live long enough to remember where he saw her. Two
brothers Myth and Wraith gave salutations before they too left on
an important mission against some arch villain.
The thunderstorm had
moved on leaving a brilliantly orange and pink sunrise to welcome
the clean up crew. Chilblain, another hero Occam’s Razar would come
to remember convinced Onami Strike Force and Top Ten to pool their
members and strike at the Clockwork King while his minions were diminished.
With a slight nuance, a voice echoed in the back of the half-dragon’s
mind. He had not noticed at first, but with the clean up mostly completed,
it was more evident. Someone was in great agony and he had to find
and help her. Drake’s were not widely known for psychic abilities
especially the son of Grendel, so someone was projecting their emotions
to him. He jumped into the air to begin his next mission. He left
behind his old uniform wrapped in its cape on top of the building.
More importantly, he left behind those unique individuals who stood
for honor, selflessness, justice, and courage. He left behind people
worthy to be drakes and dragons, but more importantly, he left behind
a City of Heroes.