Crap, I Was Rifted

The following takes place at the End of the War of the Users for Azul and several Others. The bottom is the first Chapter that takes place much later. The regular story will continue but with a lot of characters having left to the War front. Azul does not.

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The System's Offer.

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*Booom!* Another Explosion went off destroying another Administrator under the control of the Traitor Users.

A large Ork covered head to tow in heavy plate armor stalked forward beheading the User and devouring the soul in one go. They would not be returning back to Earth.

"Brain dead is what they deserve. This War is all their fault. All for the sake of wanting to be in charge. Foolish." The large ork turned back to his partner. As well as his ancestor who saved him. "What do you think Azul? Do they deserve pity?"

"No." Azul's tone was hard as he spoke. His wings shifting slightly as he moved around. The Black Surplice armor was drenched in enemy blood. "Thrasher, I think you for this. More than you can ever know, I needed this. I needed someone .. like me.."

"Heh! After you offered Warhammer to me and provided the points for it, this is the least I can do." Thrasher scoffed at the memory. "But to think they never listened to you. But the few Administrators have been loyal through and through. Nothing wrong with this purging, its only proppa we do it!"

"Agreed." Azul moved to the inner chamber and deployed the World Shard for Rift's Earth. It was massive. Composed of all the shards from various Users. The Dark Users provided so many to help them, Azul would make sure they all get a fair trial. He as Obelisk would sit in on it. "Bring back the loyalists. The rest.. Use as fuel to fix things. The Worlds need help after all this. So many lost sectors now."

*Boop!* A Rift opened up. The Avatar Trickster arrived with the Administrator/Avatar Tormentor. The tall menacing man was filling in as things were getting worked out.

"Thanks you two. This means a lot." The Trickster looked at them both. His eyes glowing behind the white mask he wore. "For you Thrasher, Azul, I must ask you to come with me."

"Go on. He is your Father-in-law after all." Thrasher pushed Azul forward. A small pang of guilt passed through him. He felt as if he would never see him again. 'No, we will meet again. He gave me the D.G. (Dark Gundam) cells new code. To bad his is still sleeping.'

*Throb!* On Thrasher's hand, the Black Joker crest pulsed in power. Infused with a lot of tech and, a Rune mark in its on right.

"I have a different task for you, Thrasher. A few Sectors have mixed. Those of Games and Movies. As well as some Books. More so than the boundary allows." Tormentor looked the User over and couldnt help but grin. Azul was to set in his ways and to powerful. By himself and with those he had. Thrasher could use some polishing for the role the System wanted him to take up. A good User/Avatar in the future. "If you agree, a bit of a restart will happen to you. But you will keep what you have earned of course."

"Hmm.. all my people were killed in the "War of Users" so I am alone. Have a lot of points to spend and Pull's to do." Thrasher rubbed his chin slightly. The Black Joker crest pulsing. Small information passed over to him from Azul. His Ancestor couldn't stop worrying about him. It kept Thrasher calm on bad days. Knowing a family member accepted him so fully. "Yeah, I will do it. But I need an Operator. Moriarty was ripped apart in the "3rd Wave" remember?"

"Yes, I remember." Tormentor's hands gripped tightly remembering. "A terrible loss. But this Operator is more inline with you. He worked under the tutelage of Galtana, Calamity, and myself. I can vouch for his loyalty and he has a dark streak that will fit you."

"Where do we start?" Thrasher's eyes glowed menacingly. 'Another one Azul is working to bring back. '

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-New HomeWorld-

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It took only an hour for Thrasher to assimilate the information. The Tormentor did the setup and made things damn near perfect for him. His name was Thrash "Thrasher" Cousland Trevalien. The Home World was Dragon Age. The piece of his soul that was born here, had trained and fought in Oustwick. Messed around in Orleas making a name furthur for himself and was currently on his way to the Cousland estate. Right before Earl Howe causes trouble. Which worked fine for him.

'So I messed with the Hawke family and with the Seekers already. Hell, I even knew Cassandra personally. To bad, she didn't come with. No matter.' Thrasher looked around as the ship docked. He couldn't get over seeing Isabella in person. "Them legs for days I tell ya what."

'The D.G. cells will help strengthen her immune system. And her body as a whole.' As if she could feel him staring, Isabella threw a sack at him. Thrasher knew exactly what it was. One of his coin purses that he allowed her to steal. All for him to confront her and get some s.e.x out of it. "Thanks."

"Thank you. Sure I can't get you to join my crew?" Isabella leaned over the side. Her t.i.t.s pushed up. Almost at the level of o.b.s.c.e.n.e. "I will make it worth your while."

"Tempting but just that." Thrasher walked away waving. "Be safe. Till next time."

'Till next time. What a dangerous User.' Isabella thought to herself. She was a powerful Support Pillar of the World. Even though the time for Dragon Age II hadn't started. 'I wonder what changes he will bring.' She also rembered her previous incarnations. Some good. Some bad. A notification appeared from the System. 'I accept.'

*Woosh!* Isabella gain additional power becoming his Follower. This would allow her to take some quests and communicate with Thrasher's Operator. All to support him and help him grow.

'He made me immune to disease and improved my health. How nice. Guess that means I am allowed my fun.' Isabella moved to her cabin to start planning. Freed from some of the confines of the World made things a lot easier now.

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Highever-

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"There we go. Much more comfortable." The armor looked more medieval than tech. A few leather straps for show. In lay was purple. Matching that of the Space stone lodged in his c.h.e.s.t. His sternum specifically. A thick layer of bone kept even Avatar ranked weapons from piercing it. As well as the area around his hearts. "I miss being an ork already. Maybe I can go to it once the Operator makes it here."

System: High Pull.. target found. Movie: Predators.. Super predator Tracker.. restoring now.

*Boop!* A Yautja appeared in several gruesome pieces. Slowly the body rewinds and put itself back togethor. The power of a High Pull was quite powerful. The reptilian skin and face changed to a more human one. The mandibles disappearing as it fused into the body.

"Grrrooooo!" Tracker gave a howl that echoed through the area. The information entered his mind quickly. Du to the level of the Pull and the state he was in beforehand. Marveling at his body was the first on his list. Smaller but not much so. He stood at 7 foot. "I am alive again. But human. A member of your klan.. You are a User. Heard tales of your kind from Free Followers and Companions."

Thrasher let Tracker have his time. His title of Warlboss already letting him know the Yautja now Human obeyed him. Mostly because of his aura as well as the System explaining his feats. The state of Companion gave some loyalty. The rest had to be earned or forced upon.

System: Trace "Tracker" Trevalien is honored to fight for you. Soul Bond formed.

"For you." Thrasher handed over a Weapon Pull using it as he did so. It was floating diamond that pulsed with power. "You will need a weapon for now. Primitive here. Which should suit your fighting style more."

A set of wrist blades appeared on both of his arms. The armor he wore was fixed with a bit of point spending. It filled in to fit with the times. Looking like medium armor. It fit nicely on his large frame. As Tracker moved about, Thrasher checked over the small bio that showed. Compliments of the Operator making contact. The man's name was Norad. Which was slightly weird.

Norad: Greetings User and Companion. I am just finishing things up now. Sorry for the delay. Things are still wonky.

Bio: Tracker Predator always enjoyed the company of Predator Dogs over the company of other Yautja. Raised in a culture that revolves around hunting and stalking prey, Tracker Predator bred and trained Predator Dogs in the art of flushing and tracking, as he believed Predator Dogs were not used to their full abilities in the hunt by other Yautjas. On his first official hunt of a Xenomorph (Alien), the dogs of the Tracker Predator allowed him to track and kill a Xenomorph in record time, but their wasn't much of a trophy to collect, as the dogs did not leave a shred of the prey intact. Although brutal and wild, Tracker Predator is able to command these Predator Dogs with great mastery and earned respect as a Young Blood class Predator.

"No problem. I just "woke up" recently actually." Thrasher didn't mind. With everything coming on fully, he checked over the shop. Specifically the animal section. 'Not a bad price.'

*Boop!* A Rift opened as three Huskys came out. Genetically engineered to survive any climate. They sat in front of Tracker waiting.

"This will help you talk with them." Thrasher handed over a bracelet. "Something to remind you of home as well."

"Thank you Warchief." Tracer went through the commands and marveled at the response of the animals. The training they had was nice. But his ways would make them even better. "Un, Du, Trois." He named the animals quickly.

The party walked over to the castle estate. They were expecting Thrasher and his guests. But they were also expecting a lot more to come with him.

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-Greeting-

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The party went inside talking along the way with Elissa Cousland. The female version of the mc for the game. If human is chosen of course. She looked to be in the design of a irish woman. Dark red hair and piercing green eyes. She was great for small talk.

Greeted by Arl Howe and Teyrn Cousland, and introduced to Duncan the senior Grey Warden was a little fun.

"I think she would make a great addition." Duncan suggests. "Much better than marrying her off."

"I agree as well. If not the "Dying" Grey Wardens, at least allow her own life to choose. Before she out right rebels against you. Fergus deserves to be here anyway. With his family and all." Thrasher suggested.

"No, she will be a lady, not some warrioress." Eleanor Cousland shoots it down outright. "How could you suggest such a thing?"

"Only suggestions. Coming from the "Seawolf" herself that is mighty disappointing. If not for your prowess they would not be here today. Now would they?"

"I am hardly a little girl anymore mother. I can make my own decisions. It is only out of respect I haven't left yet." Elissa said slightly angry. Her mother spoke little of her younger years. But her cousin seem to know a good bit. 'I will have to find him later to talk.'

"I was quite the battle maiden myself, in my day. But I think it was the softer arts that helped me land a husband." She turned to her daughter. "I know more than most how difficult it can all be. We have not prepared you for that kind of life."

"I learn as best I could. Better than Fergus and faster than him. You would know that if you paid attention to me some." Elissa walked away not wanting to get in another fight with her mother.

"Elissa wait!" Eleanor called out. The young woman did not stop. "If you care for your cousin, you would at least talk some sense into her."

"I care about her that is why I say and do.." Thrasher shifted on his feet. ".. what I do. Better than a foolish mother forcing her own ideals on someone who does not want this kind of life. I left at an early age and turned out fine."

"Yet, at the marrying age and no spouse or children!"

"I am not the marrying type. I like to travel and move. The worst thing I could do is take a wife and make kids without thought for my enemies coming and find them." Thrasher gave a shrug not caring. "I do as I please. it is fun. Every woman I lay with, knows it."

"Sounds like a way to leave a bunch of Bastards around." Arl Howe mumbled.

"Coming from a bastard that is something. Where are your men by the way? Surely you and the old Warden Duncan didn't come by yourselves? You are not told old to defeat bandits really." Thrasher said with a sneer. "I got it, you sacrificed them like the Grey Wardens do to end the blight."

"Enough!" Lord Cousland interjected. "This is not the Free Marches or the WIlds. Mind your tongue cousin."

"Meh. Bye then. I will make sure to visit your grave and place flowers. Good luck with the shitty Blight." Thrasher turned away. He was leaving and would just pick up later. 'Can attack in the dead of night take out Howe's men. It should be exciting.'

"Wait!" Fergus called. He ran over grabbing Thrasher by the shoulder. "Father is just stressed. Things have been hard. Just come and enjoy a meal." He eyed his father over Thrasher's shoulder. The old man nodding. Thankful for his son's timely manner.

"What do you think?" Thrasher wanted the opinion of Tracker.

"We should stay. Time to take a break and think of what we want to do." The three dogs sitting in wait right behind him.

"Fine."