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Delta Omikron: Legend of the Huntress

Chapter 1

Delta Omikron, servant of the Seven Lords, clasped her hands over the large, round object. The sphere, which was made of a strange shiny metal was covered with a multitude of strange markings and an overwhelming amount of small buttons, had an indented line went all the way around it, making it seem as if it could be taken apart. The sphere, as Delta had been told in her briefing, was in fact a devastating weapon the Lord had wished to have in their possession.
She had no idea what her superiors wanted to do with such a powerful object, but she did not care. All she cared about was completing her mission. Delta Omikron was a mercenary and bounty hunter in the service of the Seven Lords.
It had taken her several months to find information about this ancient weapon, and even longer to track down its location. But now she was there, in the greatest of the great halls – as room she now stood in was known by scholars – of the ancient race that had built this place. The room she was in was large, circular, and its ceiling was far above, beyond sight. The metallic walls of the room were bathed in a light blue light that seemed to have no physical source, and were covered in strange writing that she could make no sense out of.
On her missions she had been to many ancient places to recover lost artifacts or powerful weapons, but none were as spectacular as this.
She moved to grab her weapon – a powerful rifle that had belonged to her father – which she had laid down on the floor so she could pick up the large device, but found that it wasn’t there.
“You really should be more careful. You never know who might be trailing you.”
She turned around – slowly, for she knew he had the weapon securely aimed at her head – and looked the man straight in the eyes.
“This must be quite a powerful weapon indeed, if it is desired by so many,” she said with a relaxed smile on her lips, then cast her eyes sideways in an attempt to fool him into thinking that perhaps she had friends in the nearby area.
“I’ve been following you for quite some time,” the man said, catching onto her little ruse, “and I know there’s no one traveling with you. Now hand over the weapon and your death shall be quick,” he said with a smirk on his face.
Then it came, flying out of the dark recesses of one of the corners of the large, ancient room, straight at the weapon in the man’s hands. Its spider legs clasped firmly around the weapon and it took the weapon straight out of his hands as it flew past.
Delta didn’t miss the opportunity and ran straight at the man, letting fly a punch that would have knocked most men out. Her opponent, however, was not like most men and he dodged the punch easily enough, and then returned the gesture with a few jabs of his own. Both combatants were highly skilled and so devastating punches came fast and were evaded or blocked and neither got any advantage over the other.
But Delta had the upper hand, for she was not alone in this fight. Her active-cloaked, spider-like robot companion, who had taken the weapon out of the man’s hands, was now waiting for the two combatants to slow down so he could get in a clear shot without fear of harming its master.
Both fighters were starting to get tired. Slowly the fight became less and less furious as they became more and more exhausted. Then it jumped at the man’s legs and wrapped around them, causing him to lose his balance. He didn’t fall immediately, for he was very agile, but as soon as he received Delta’s foot in his face he dropped hard to the floor and passed out.
Delta moved to where her weapon lay on the floor and picked it up, carefully wiping off some dust that had settled on it. The rifle was a piece of art, with mysterious and detailed runes carved on both sides of the barrel. The rifle had become hers on one terrible day far back in her childhood years, when she had gone out alone into the caves near her home. When her father noticed she was missing he began looking for her. When at last he found her in the caves she was being attacked by howlers, quick, long legged spiders with a poisonous bite that could kill in seconds. The name they had received for their tendency to communicate to each other with loud, howls while attacking their prey. The howls, which were unbelievably loud to the point of making men deaf, also served as a means to disorient and confuse their prey.
He moved fast to get in between the spiders and Delta. He had taken his rifle with him in the caves and his shots were true and many fell dead, but the number of the howlers was great and they kept coming. Then one of them managed to get through the barrier and its mouth flew at his neck. In the last moments of living he screamed at his daughter to run as fast as she could out of the caves. He tossed the rifle to her just before the howlers were all over him, ripping through his clothes to get at his flesh. Delta would be safe, as long as she kept running for the howlers had their dinner and it would be long until they next became hungry.
Delta was running fast, never stopping, not even slowing down. Tears were streaming down her cheeks during the whole run. When she finally got to her house, she nearly ran past it, so lost was she in her sorrow. Had it not been for her mother coming out to meet her and then stopping her she would have run ‘til she dropped from exhaustion.
Now, as she stood there in the ancient hall and the memories beginning to flood her mind tears began to form in her eyes. She wept silently for her father she had loved so dearly.
She shook away the sadness, as she always did when the memories came back, and looked back at her companion. She had built it herself in the four years after she had left her home. The shape she had chosen for the robot, a spider – the howler specifically – was her own way to make herself remember that day so she wouldn’t just bury it deep within herself. She feared that if she did that, simply stuck them somewhere in the deep recesses of her mind, she would lose too great a part of herself for her to be able to live with herself.
She walked over to her attacker, bound his hands and feet firmly with some rope she had, then picked up the sphere and walked to the exit. She stopped in the doorway and turned back just to look once more upon the beauty of the place, and thought of the memories the encounter had brought up. She left the place feeling a bit more like herself than when she had entered.

Just after she left a dark shadow slipped down from somewhere up in the shadows of the room. The creature’s shape was very much like that of a human, except much skinnier, and far darker in color than any living creature that had ever walked the earth. Its eyes were white and had an eerie glow about them; and chiseled in its chest was a glowing red image of a full moon.