NamelessTrax

Ally glanced at Maelstrom as Ceasar and Demi met in a furry of traded blows, “It would have been boring, plus I have no quarrels against any of our brothers and sisters. This way is more entertaining.” She told him simply. A shock wave brough their attention to the fight, Ceasar slid back with his arms up, Demi sped in again with a leaping spin to being down a heavy back foot. Ceasar raised a single hand, catching the blow with ease, then he smirked slyly. Sensing the danger, Demi kicked back, but Ceasar grabbed onto his othe leg and swung Demi back around, slamming him down on the ground. On the bounce up, Demi threw up a little blood, Ceasar spun around diagonally and kicked him across the arena. Demi planted into the wall, imprinted at first then fell as the wall crumbled down on top of him. Ceasar brushed back his blonde hair, “Had to be a little serious to read ya, but I’m still better.” He boasted pridefully.

Demi-tyne came out from gates, charging at Caesar with a victorious battle cry. Caesar held out one hand, catching the Batkin’s gauntlet shield, the force was enough to move him back a few feet. Demi-tyne leaped back, his shield reforming into hardened brawler gauntlets on both hands, "Come on Caesar, lets see if you can go toe to toe, with the Devastator!" Demi-tyne rushed forward again, Caesar meeting him with blinding speed, their hands barely visible as they went blow for blow against each other. Each slam of their fists meeting, created a shock wave, turning the ground below them to gravel. Demi-tyne, The Devastating Fist, an expert in hand to hand and close combat. His skill and strength would prove almost equal to the best of them, and as the Seventh Seat under Shade, Demi was in charge of training the rest of the Silent Fang. Suddenly Caesar leaned back, watching carefully as Demi's foot came up, too close for comfort. Caesar flew back with a gust of his wings, sliding to a halt, taking a defensive stance as Demi-tyne closed the distance quickly. Ally raised an eye-brow, "Huh, I guess Demi-tyne has gotten better, Caesar isn't smiling. Get a good look, this is a rare feat." She told Kasey, her aim more at Maelstrom, and Shadow. Ally spoke true, Caesar had no gleam of excitement in his eyes, only a cold stare.

Trax watched from the Building with the First Sergeant next to him, both with solemn expressions, "The preparations have been made for the field, we've done all we can. The archers found a good position to overlook the battlefield, and the medics have been designated to platoons. We have two Magic users who can provide healing from a distance." The First Sergeant reported with his usual rough voice. Trax nodded, "Thank you First Sarge, you've always had my back in these times, its been a pleasure serving with you." The First Sarge dipped his head, "The Honor has been mine, Colonel." Dark Shade opened up with a barrage of dark wind slices, Caesar used the claw-like blades on his hands to deflect several before flying to the side, his dark red bat wings shimmering like flowing blood, circling around Dark Shade. But Dark Shade saw through this, and jumped back into a backflip, sending a single wind slice in a deadly curve, catching Caesar in the chest and putting him against the wall. Dark Shade dove in for the ending hit, "Your mine Valentine!" The celebratory cry was premature, as he realized too late that Caesar was already above him, Dark Shade was taken by the face and flung across the arena. Caesar scoffed, "Your rise in power has blinded you, made you too overconfident. You see, I can be overconfident, cause I can back it up." Dark barely had a moment to breath before he was gut punched into the wall, the arena exploded with dust. When it settled, Dark was unconscious in the middle, Caesar standing over him with one foot on Darks head. Forcing him to look at the dirt. Shadow wasn't impressed, Dark was among the lowest, but was still a force to be reckoned with. Ceasar is just that strong in comparison, after all, He is technically the Third Seat of the Silent Fang. He just doesn't act like it all the time. Ally clapped her hands together slowly for her brothers victory, "I would have beat him senseless if he lost, always one to draw his enemies into an illusion of victory."

Since this was a Silent Fang matter, only members could participate, or watch. ((Cue fight music)) ”Alright Caesar, you’re cocky attitude has gotten to my last nerve, time to put you in your place.” Dark Shade said coldly, he was a magic user Batkin who specializes in wind magic, only his magic gives the wind a dark color. Caesar scoffed, “Please, I pick fights with Black Star, your magic doesn’t scar me in the slightest. Let me show you why I carry the name Valentine.” He spoke highly as he braced for the coming fight. Ally smirked as her brother mentioned their last name, true she didn’t much look the part for how powerful she really is, and same could be said for Caesar. The Soldiers groaned in response but kept in line, huffing as they kept at her drills. Oakly and the Squad Leader exchanged tired looks but nonetheless kept up, “Are these Batkin really that dangerous?” The other Team Leader asked.

One by one, members of the Silent Fang trickled in, only a handful stood in the center. Caesar, Black Star, Demi-Tyne, Dark Shade, and Shadow. An odd number, but this meant Shadow could call out another. Ally gently petted the top of Kasey’s head, “Not as many as I was thinking, but sure to be just as entertaining.” This time it was Oakly’s squad, he panted heavily as he followed Killjoys instructions, only himself, the Squad Leader, and the other Team Leader coulf keep up. The other soldiers did their best.

Shadow chuckled, “Only a fool would challenge her. I’ll get the word out and get you a list of those participating. Necropolis chose well, you are becoming a wise Leader, My Lord.” He dipped his head and continued back towards doors. Around the room, chatter amongst the other Silent Fang began in whispers, debating to take part in this tournament.

Shadow paused and looked back with a raised eye brow, “An excellent idea, though I never would have taken you as the type for such events. Will you and Ally be taking part?” He asked curiously. Trax read through latest update from Canterlot, not much was different in comparison to the first, except a name that caught his attention. “Azure Blade, The Executioner.” Trax had last heard his former student was off on a Quest through Neighpon, His timing was impeccable to just now be returning. Azure was the student of both Trax and Killjoy, if there was anypony who would be stronger, it was Azure. “So the youngster returns after five years abroad huh? You sure came back at a good time.” ((Azure is for the moment, better, but with the knowledge he teaches Killjoy and Trax, they become stronger than him.))

Shade whisked away in a fog, Black Star grit his teeth with a dark face before teleporting away, Caesar dipped his head and casually walked out. Shadow waited patiently, his gaze lingering towards the waking Kasey being groomed like a dog by Ally, if it not for her claim upon him, Shadow would have ended the young stallion with ease. "I can sense your gaze dear Shadow," Ally's words brought him from his killing thoughts, Shadow now looked into the eyes of The Blood Queen herself, "He is my pet now, and he brings me some enjoyment for the time being. Careful not to overreach yourself." She warned venomously, with a glance at Maelstrom as well, before she took her leave with Kasey limping close behind. Shadow felt an unseen force lift from him, he hadn't felt her bloodlust in a while, "We have all grown in skill and power in the past years, and she still remains at the top. Of course she is still second to you, My Lord." He spoke evenly as he started towards the door.

“The 24 of us? You would have little ole Blacky join the fight amongst us?” Caesar jeered with an amusing chuckle. “Why not? I am Black Star, The Onyx Comet! My Magical Prowess puts me above most here! If not for my efforts, Celestia would burned us all as we fled her burning rays!” Black Star roared in defense, recalling the moment when their kind were fleeing the battle field, his use of Cosmic-type magic made it possible to provide some defense. Black Star released his magic, showing the horrible burns on the left side of his face, “I took this burden to keep our numbers from dwindling even more, I should be treated with more Respect!” His magic flared as an aura that looked like the night sky filled with stars surrounded him. Caesar merely cracked his neck to one side, “Careful Blacky, I’d hate to add to that burn, with a scar to equal.” As he spoke with great warning, his bloodlust rose exponentially, a testament to his own nickname. Son of Alucard. Ally shot a glare back, her own bloodlust overpowering both of them, and ceasing the tension instantly, “Your petty squabble, it annoys me.” She hissed threateningly before turning back to grooming a waking Kasey. Caesar and Black Star exchanged glaring glances but kept their mouths shut, careful not to anger her, The Blood Queen. Shadow chuckled, “With the Silent Fang alone, we can eliminate their small army, and do so without any casualties.”

Ally blushed with joy, “You really think so? I can finally have such a strong mare to call my own! We can even use the Trax family to help us create Offspring that would surprass us all! Imagine what they could accomplish with such bloodlines running though their veins...” She started to shiver with excitement, then she glanced at Kasey, “He’ll serve his purpose for awhile longer, he serves as my amusement for the time being.” She tapped her foot twice, instantly two of the soldiers carried Kasey off to the back of the room, setting him down on the couch. Shadow entered in with Shade at his heels, and Caesar lagging behind, “They’ve been setting up defenses all morning, and set up obstacles to funnel a large attacking force. Their Colonel is definitely a descendant of the Lucifer Trax we were outsmarted by the first time.” He reported to Maelstrom evenly.

“Indeed.” Trax began as the First Sergeant came over to them, “Defenses will be finished tomorrow, we can start battle preparations within the hour.” He reported stonely. Trax nodded, “This will be a heavy battle, the enemy will be spurred by hate and revenge, it will be a relentless onslaught.” Ally chuckled, “Of course he is no where near the strength of Her, but he has the potential, and he could beat four of our Soldiers before collapsing, He’s better than the average. Think of it this way,” She walked over to Kasey and nudged his face so she could look at him, “The little pet is probably considered one of the most skilled in his unit, but he is a little lazy. Also, he mentioned he had a twin brother, who’s just as good but driven. Maelstrom Dear, this means they can improve further than their ancestors, this one could probably take Black Star with a few more years of training. Meaning, we can’t let his war drag on, we must be swift, and quick... or risk letting the enemy become stronger. Although personally I wouldn’t mind the challenge.”

Trax raised an eyebrow a Killjoy, “Somehow I don’t see you as a POW. I prefer living, but I know I’m safe, Tavi won’t let any other kill me cause that’d be her job.” He chuckled half heartedly, then grew serious again, “Do your best with the troops, give them the last day to rest, and go over with them the battle strategies. Also,” He looked her in the eye, “Prepare them for what lies ahead, this may be the BDU’s final battle.” Kasey kicked back from the Batkin soldier, finding himself surrounded by a dozen or so others, but only the one in front of him was his opponent. Ally sat on the edge of her couch, enjoying the little bout, to which she had convinced Maelstrom to organize. Kasey was being pitted against some of the foot soldiers, one after another, and he was wining each so far. However he was doing so by pure luck, the first one was tough, but easier than he expected. This was his fourth, and Kasey was fighting on fumes, he could not keep this going another fight. The Batkin charged him again, Kasey braced for the same heavy kick, but at last second he felt a sharp pain in his side. The Batkin had whirled around in a fake, landing a hard jab at Kasey’s side, then followed with heavy kick at his face. Kasey coughed up blood from the first hit, but his hand shot up to block the second. In a single move, Kasey threw the Batkins foot to the side, and brought his clenched fist into the Batkin’s stomach. The force knocked the soldier unconscious, and sent him flying back into a few others. Kasy stumbled about in a daze before coming to a balancing stance, “Come on.... I can do this... all day... You overgrown fruit bats-“ He barely got the last of it out, as his eyes went dull and he fell forward at the foot Maelstroms Throne. Ally whistled, “My that was entertaining, told ya he looked like he could fight.”

Trax smirked, “As I recall, you had to deal with something similar before we went to handle that Lich King. In any case, I will send a hawk to her, she needs to be current with her sons... and Me.” He glanced out over the Soldiers as they worked or rested, “We just have to last till reinforcements arrive, Victory went out the door, the very minute we didn’t deploy a full Battalion. Surviving is our main Objective.” Kasey looked down to the ground, he couldn’t bring himself to speak, not even a rebuttal. They’re too strong.

Trax kept a calm face, "A hawk arrived a few minutes ago, there are still reserves coming in from across the Kingdom, a force of 10,000 will be here within the week." He then sighed solemnly, "She is a very thorough Woman, simply saying her son may be dead won't do nothing but worry her, even more than she already is by now. How is the training coming along?" Ally scoffed, "You underestimate me," She turned to Kasey, "Tell him what you told me deary, and be sure not to lie." She warned with a lick of her lips. Kasey swallowed nervously before looking at Maelstrom, the pressure he felt from being close to these Batkin still weighed him down, "The full active duty force of our main Army is around 40,000, with close to 30,000 in reserve. I am part of the Border Defense Unit, we number 117... now 115 with our recent losses. Since founded by my Father over 20 years ago, the B.D.U. has never lost, The Colonel and Captain have made sure of that...." He desperately wanted to tell them they could not win, but this pressure he felt from them, he'd never felt anything like this from his father or Killjoy.

Trax let out a sighing grumble, “You are right, However you don’t have to explain it to Tavi.” The next morning, the outpost was occupied by the unit, busy with setting up the defenses. Trax conversed with the Leadership of each Platoon, consisting of the three Platoon Sergeants and their Lieutenants. Letting Killjoy train the soldiers by Platoon, while the other two platoons set up barracks and defenses. Oakly directed his team as they prepared defensive barriers and traps to slow the enemy down. However, his mind was troubled as he thought of what might have happened to his brother. Kasey had a look of complete embarrassment on his face, he was dressed as butler, in a kneeled position next to Ally’s couch. A shiny gold collar wrapped around his neck, reading, “Ally’s Pet”. Ally yawned and stretched as she listened to the morning reports given by the 70 Captain Batkin’s, in charge of each Squadron of 42 Soldiers each. They stood in formation, with a representative giving the initial report. A routine ordeal.

Trax was about to speak, but the arrival of Oakly flying towards them with haste cut him off, “What is the meaning of this?” He asked sternly. Oakly landed into a salute, “Sir, Specialist Kasey has gone missing, he failed to show at formation. Sir, I think he was trying to follow you. He wanted to help kill the Necromancer.” Trax went wide with fear and anger, but calmed down as he looked at his son with worry. “Fly back and organize a search party, do not attempt a rescue.” Oakly nodded and took off, Trax looked off towards the distance of the border, “No doubt Kasey was taken, his resemblance to me kept him alive. They’ll extract whatever info they can, and then...” He couldn’t say the last part, “Dâmmît Kasey...” Shade held back a little laughter behind his blank expression, Shadow chuckled as Ceasar rolled on the floor in laughter. Black bit back his cursing at them and bowed slightly to Maelstrom before taking his leave. He had failed in his interrogation of the traitorous Batkin woman, which had diminished his stature, now this. Shadow watched him go before turning to Maelstrom, “My Lord, perhaps for this first battle, we should display the Silent Fangs prowess. Show them what true horror looks like, plus, I know many of us would like a chance to let loose a little.” A murmur of agreement echoed from the shadows as the other members became more intrigued.

((Alrighty)) “I know,” Trax sighed deeply, “Tavi isn’t going to like this one bit.” Ally shackled Kasey around the neck and pulled him down to his knees, “Oh Shade can take a breather, I’ll interrogate the little boy, myself.” Kasey swallowed nervously before being dragged away. Suddenly the floor beneath Shadow cracked, Ceasar released his own strength, quelling Shadows anger. “My apologies, I will restrict myself in the future.” Shadow said calmly as both he and Ceasar stopped their power from leaking out. Shade itched to be at Shadows side to help, but he kept his distance. Black Star smirked with a snicker, “What a nuisance.”

“I know!” Trax blurted out with anger, “Tomorrow I will announce our situation to the Company, any who wish, may head back to call for reinforcements. It will take a week just to get the full might of Equestria at enough strength to battle this Enemy with a chance. We are all that stands, at giving them that chance.” He said calmly, “Killjoy, we haven’t faced an enemy with this much hate and anger, a Drive that has lasted 1000 years in the same body, hardened and tempered by Time itself. Their tactics were never used by any other races, and judging from what I just saw, their foot soldier equals 10 of ours.” Trax straightened up, “We have much work to do Captain, we have a line in the sand, Lets hold it.” “No.” Ally spoke up as she strode forward to eye the young man, she got close to him, sniffing at his neck. Kasey went bright red, but also feared for his very life, knowing just how little he was in this room alone. “I want him, yes he’ll be perfect to serve as a little pet, maybe even a snack before bedtime every now and then. Come on deary, you said yourself, a bloodline like his shouldn’t go to waste. Only the Higher Echelons should enjoy his sweet blood.” She said seductively as she moved around Kasey, poking and prodding at his sides. Shadow had taken a step forward to protest but was stopped by Ceasar, who held out an arm in front of him.

“They are strong, but not like their ancestors, However,” Shade put on a look of concern, “If we don’t kill them in our first battle, they will become our greatest enemies later on.” Meanwhile, Kasey had stood up to speak but was stunned in place. ‘This feeling...’ He thought as he couldn’t come to move any more, like an immense pressure weighted him down, slowly draining the strength from him. Kasey remembered his training with his Dad, ‘A predators Intent-to-kill, a sort of death glare, can have the effect to paralyze their target’, the words echoed in his mind. He could feel it all around him, but the highest concentration was close to him. Kasey looked left and saw another Batkin, on the right were two more, and in front was the leader and a Woman behind him. Including the Batkin who brought him in, that made these Six, the Strongest in the room. “I- I am Specialist Kasey Melody Trax...” He could only manage this much, as if one of the Batkin suddenly increased their intent exponentially. Ally glanced over at Shadow, sensing his bloodlust dramatically rise upon hearing the Name. “A Trax? Interesting name...” She chimed whimsically. Trax shook his head, “You won’t have 6 months, do the best with what time we have. The first battle will be within the week.”

Trax surveyed the land around them, his mind swirling with tactics and plans, “Only a few can increase in strength, most of our forces have already peaked, we can’t help that. Teach them counter offensive moves, ensure they can handle multiple enemies. Select those who show greater promise, train them further, we’re going to need a group to counter their stronger members.” He grit his teeth, “We’re going to have many casualties in this first battle, and no doubt suffer many more in the future. Our enemy has had a thousand years to plan, train, prepare for this exact moment.” He calmed himself and let out a sigh, “Old Friend,” He looked back at Killjoy, “This next battle, is going to test us.” ((flash forward one week)) Oakly limped towards his Father, who was being tended to by medics, a black sword impaled through his chest. A shape crash landed close by, Killjoy lay unconscious in a deep crater, blood leaking from her cracked and bent armor. Oakly faced towards the battlefield, his eyes wide in horror at hundreds of dead comrades spread before him. “All this, done by just 24 of them? What are these things?” As he spoke, the dust began to clear, with 24 figures walking towards him. Suddenly a force field of gold and dark blue, and the 24 shapes vanished away. Oakly turned around to see an Army of Equestrian Soldiers, with the Princesses in the lead. Oakly let a faint smile cross his face before he fell over. ((back to present)) Shade dropped Kasey at the foot of Maelstroms throne, Ally peaking from behind him, “He may be of use to us. Also, their two strongest, are the descendants of our past enemies. However, their strength isn’t what we expected.”

Killjoys kick shattered the protective aura. Shade twisted in mid-air attempting to counter Trax’s movement, but at last second, the Colonel changed direction with his kick, planting a hard kick right into Shades shoulder. The Batkin was sent hurling across the Outpost roof, before he was at the edge, his body turned to a black dust and scattered away. Trax moved his joints around, “We’ll go ahead and fortify a new position here, send a runner to the nearby Fort for supplies. They’ve tested some of our strength, they know who leads, so we’ll be in for an interesting War.” Shade reformed a little ways away from the Outpost, a little blood trickled from his left shoulder, “Those two are our only likely threats, I must report this too Shadow-“ He was cut off as several knives flew at him from the bushes, Shade easily deflected them with a magical burst of his hand. Kasey came streaming out from the same direction, his sabre drawn and ready. Shade lit up his hands again with an idea, “... Interesting...”

((Shades going to retreat, seeing as a real battle between them would draw out longer. Also, I’m having Kasey get taken prisoner, after he attempts to take Shade prisoner after the fight.))

A light purple aura spread around Shades body, “Your one to talk.” He retorted sourly. Trax deflected a few more attacks from the scythe before he hit it down into the ground and hopped on top of it. “Killjoy, I think I’ve seen enough. Besides, we should end this before he starts using his full magical prowess.” Shade went wide eyed, ‘How could he tell?’ “Die, the both of you!” Before he could move, Trax kicked the scythe back at Shade, who caught with ease. However, He didn’t see Trax follow up beneath it with a hard kick to the stomach, sending him airborne.

Trax rolled his eyes, “With his ability for long range I can’t afford to learn the hard way, besides, we still haven’t seen what he’s fully capable of.” Shade let a sly smirk escape his blank expression as Killjoy mocked him, with a flash of his hand, two giant scythes appeared beside him. Both glowed with magical essence. Trax landed beside Killjoy, “Oh good, he can probably do close range too.” Trax leaped to the side as one of the scythes came spinning at him, the other spun in a wide arch around the right towards Killjoy. Just as it got close to her, Shade appeared with it and took a hold of it, the extra strength of the hit shot Killjoy off the roof. Trax rolled and twisted around as he carefully deflected the scythe as it fought on its own mind, “I should tell, this is the weirdest thing, I have ever done!”

Trax eyed the Necromancer closely, “At least give us a name, we know you’re not just any Batkin, just as you can see we are not just two Equestrian Soldiers.” He called up to the Batkin. Shade flicked his ears as they stuck out from holes in his cowl, “I am Shade Locke, Member of the Silent Fang, and servant to The Queen of the Never Ending Night.” He then smirked, “I already know who you two are, Colonel Nameless Trax, and Captain Red Veil, better known as Captain Killjoy.” Trax frowned with a curious look at Shade, ‘He knew our name and rank, and he speaks to us like we’ve met before. This one probably fought against our ancestors, which means this Batkin is over a thousand years old.’ He thought to himself. Without warning, a giant ball of black magic shot down from the sky, Trax gusted back with his wings, dodging the attack and shielding himself his arms, “That’s high teir black magic, Killjoy, this one’s stronger than the Lich!”