Baldur était à l'écoute d'une chanson jouant de son armure Tyr dans la section hydroponique du navire, il était dans une position assise dans le coin de la pièce où il avait fait une maison pour elle. De cette façon, quand il était parti et sans besoin de l'armure géante, il pouvait surveiller ses plantes sans qu'il ait à être physiquement là et prendre soin de l'arrosage et des déplacements d'engrais. Pendant que la musique jouait, il s'assurait que les plantes étaient toutes en ordre, tout ce qui était mort était coupé et fraîchement arrosé.
Il riait et se tournait vers Tyr.
« Tyr, quelle grande fortune nous a été donnée, de dériver dans l'espace pour devenir une relique. D'être trouvé par la Delilah et de trouver cette merveilleuse chambre. Tellement plein de vert, tellement plein de vie!"
« C'est très heureusement Baldur, mes lectures me disent que nous avons maintenant un certain nombre de personnes qui entrent dans le navire et qui sont mises au courant. »
"Oh bon sang Tyr, tu n'aurais pas pu me dire plus tôt qu'on a atterri! J'étais trop préoccupé, je ferais mieux de préparer ce lot à être préparé dans la cuisine, ils ne sont pas aussi mûrs que je le veux, mais il faudra le faire. » Baldur dit à Tyr qu'il a emballé quelques boîtes de produits frais et a fait son chemin jusqu'à la porte.
Tyr a décidé de se lever et de le suivre, et Baldur a levé la main. "Désolé, mais je vais probablement être assez effrayant pour ces gens, la dernière chose dont nous avons besoin est pleine de panique quand ils nous voient tous les deux. J'irai là-bas et plus tard, quand ils seront prêts, je vous présenterai." Il a expliqué au robot qui a bipé en reconnaissance.
Tyr s'est assis, « Je comprends, je serai ici pour surveiller la pièce au cas où quelque chose arriverait et vous aviserait si quelque chose arrivait. »
Baldur a fait un salut en frappant son bras sur sa poitrine et le robot a suivi suite et il a continué sur la porte avec un son de sifflement indiquant que la porte se fermait. À l'époque, son casque était complètement transparent, puisqu'il n'avait pas besoin de traiter avec les gens qui le considéraient comme l'ennemi. Il a hurlé la chanson que Tyr avait jouée tout à l'heure alors qu'il portait les boîtes.
Dans certains couloirs, il se tourna et regarda une figure de femme parlant à un hologramme, il agita, mais son expression ne semblait pas indiquer qu'elle l'avait remarqué. Il a continué, puis il est arrivé dans les quartiers de la cuisine et a placé ses produits dans l'unité de réfrigérateur.
Tyr, où sont les gens qui se rassemblent?, il a alors attendu la réponse. Ils semblent se réunir dans le salon, il y a eu un appel pour y rencontrer bientôt.
Il a reconnu la réponse et s'est rendu au salon. En entrant, il a immédiatement remarqué qu'il y avait deux individus, l'un une petite créature et l'autre une espèce de lézard d'un certain type. De leurs mouvements, on cherchait à devenir hostile.
"Excellent! Rien de tel que de rencontrer de nouvelles personnes avec une bonne vieille bagarre. Les dieux seraient contents! » Il cria alors qu'il entrait lui-même dans la pièce et attendit de voir ce qui se déroulait. Tyr! On dirait qu'on a peut-être de l'excitation plus tôt que prévu! Je vous tiens au courant!
Name: Baldur Vultarion "Ragnarok"
Age: 288 Human Years
Physical Description: Baldur stands 6'2" with a strong looking build and in his armour called Tyr he stands over 7'2" tall, his body is all robotic except for his brain that is encased and enhanced through technology to work and operate at higher speeds, his once human face no longer exists, in its place is a robotic skull covered in rune markings that acts as a placeholder for his brain with functioning blue glowing eyes, functioning mouth and is encased in a hardened technologically advanced helmet that can change its transparency. When darkened you can only see the outlines of the skull, the rune markings and eyes and when he speaks the blue hue shines through. His helmet also attaches to his Tyr armour when he enters it, when they first ran into the Tolathians, they looked much like eachother so Baldur and his soldiers began to have their helmets show more of their skull in order to easily detect and identify themselves as allies, not enemies.
Race: Technologically Enhanced Human Being
Gender: Male
Specialty: Ship Breaching Specialist for combat, Hydroponics Expert on the ship.
Likes: The smell of plant life, comrades, snow, combat, watching an enemy ship implode, knowing that he was responsible for the decimation of an enemy ship and its inhabitants.
Dislikes: Tolathians, sitting while watching a ships rockets take out an enemy, pacifists, not being able to get drunk, taste food or able to find love and reproduce.
Inventory:
• Tactical Breaching Armour Set aka Tyr with attached heavy machine gun, rockets and bombs and AI allowing the suit to be controlled with his mind to follow him and act as a distraction or to act on it's own only following a mission given by his host.
• Hybrid rifle that can switch from semi-automatic to fully automatic as well as change to shoot shotgun shells. Bullets are heavy duty, and high impact to be able to peirce heavy armour.
• Nano technology: His body consists of millions of Nano bots that help repair and maintain his body and Thor armour, it also allows him to take pieces of an enemy ships and add it to his armour to make it stronger when needed. They also give him the ability to camouflage by reflecting images that are behind him to be in front of him, but when he moves you can clearly tell it is him. They also can hack into small systems and open doors. Has many other uses as well but mainly used for these reasons.
• Carries a gladius style sword and war hammer, when he crosses the weapons and prays to his gods the runes etched in them ignite with a blue hue, the sword becomes heated and can cut through metal, the hammer, when it makes contact it ignites an explosion of energy on its opponent.
• Gravitational disruption bombs: his body can produce grenades that act as a tiny singularity that pulls all opponents within 5 metres of it towards the centre, getting them out of cover and into a good shooting position.
• Pistol type weapon that shoots tiny sticky grenades instead of bullets that were found to more effective by getting into the small vulnerable spaces and damaging important areas.
• 20 foot long chain hidden in his left arm with a spike that opens when activated, uses it to climb, grab enemies and can send an electrical current through it to disrupt or kill machines. Can grow longer but nanites need to get resources to do so.
Bio:
*Recording Noise Starts*
This is Baldur Vultarion, codename Ragnarok and I am making this recording with a distress beacon to be sent out to whoever can hear it in the case your scanners pick me up floating in space, or worse off dead without the honour of dying in a great battle.
I was born on the Battleship Valhalla, were I was taught to worship the ancient gods of an ancient world, they were with us then in shapes of great machines, our armour took on their names to receive their blessings, at birth we were trained to be strong, ferocious, unrelenting, tactile, merciless and take whatever was necessary and to do whatever was necessary when facing an enemy.
We lived on ships all our lives, never calling a planet our home and so we became fierce space warriors. Being able to navigate in zero gravity, to grow life in the harshest of conditions and learning what to salvage. Our technology was forever changing as our engineers were always reverse engineering what we pillaged.
I was placed in the breaching regiment, because our people did not have the resources for long distance combat we used tactics that would place us into close quarter combat. Where we would then breach the hull of the enemy ship and in our Thor armour we would push to the helm of the ship where either the captain would surrender or die. It didn't really matter.
Our Thor armour is a heavy, dense material that can take the beating of stars falling from the skies and were built with an AI that bonded with its host. When the host leaves the armour the minds stay connected and acts under the guidance its hosts commands. It is built for any breaching situation, defensive or offensive and packs a punch that would please Odin himself, if my armour is ever found, use the technology to build more. Trust in my words saying that it will survive long after me and yourselves.
My armour and I were what nightmares are made of, and when I was of the age of 30 I was granted ascension where my physical body was replaced with blessed machine and my blood filled with nanites, given a body armoured and protected by runes of ancient magics that granted me speed, power and protections of many kinds, leaving only my brain to keep my humanity and Tyr's gun was replaced by the Mjölnir class gun and his armour also upgraded and given runes of protections all over it. We were given the title Ragnarok as we were then end of many ships.
Life was grand, until the war against the Tolathians, they learned quickly about our kind and surprised us. We were no match for their numbers and after the 5 years of war they found a way to kill us, so when our ships were laid to ruin and our people captured they would take us, the ascended and shoot us into the sun and keep the women, children and any others not ascended as slaves. Some would say I was lucky, I was not on my ship that day when it was taken, I was given salvage duty on an enemy ship that had been taken down. I watched as my home and my people were destroyed.
Since I no longer needed air and can survive off very little, I was able to stay hidden in the ship and had them pass by me as my armour is able to hide from detection from scanners. Trust me brothers and sisters, I wanted to get out there and fight to my last but smarter minds prevailed. If I were to have any chance of saving the rest of my people and bringing honour back to my fallen I would have to find others, find a group of like minded warriors to take our revenge against the Tolathians.
I am currently floating in space, sending this message as well as a distress beacon, the only thing keeping me from dying at this point is the hunger for the blood of the Tolathians. I pray to you Odin, that you give me that chance and send me a ship with a worthy crew to fight beside and I will make sure that every single one of those machines meet their end by my hands!
Again, this is Baldur Vultarion, once a member of the ship Valhalla and may the gods see us all in the great halls one day. And if any Tolathians hear this know that I am coming for you and will not rest until every last circuit is ripped from your bodies.
*Ending of Recording*
Miscellaneous: "On the day the Gjallerhorn is blown, it will wake the gods, no matter where they are, no matter how deeply they sleep. Heimdall will blow Gjallerhorn only once, at the end of all things, Ragnarok."
His ammunition comes from nanites taking in the materials of his surroundings.
His runes are ancient markings that are said to be blessed from the gods and they may grant you strength, speed, endurance or other godly powers, but you must prove yourself worthy in battle.