Here’s the little Alucard fighting a Shadowrun dragon that I posted about earlier. Just a short little bit of imaginative what-if scenario, nothing too big. Hope you all enjoy!
Alucard wasn’t quite sure he’d heard that right. A dragon. A fucking… Dragon.
Sighted over Ypres, Belgium, it had caused a significant amount of destruction, burning away nearly half of the city and killing fifteen thousand people before being chased away by a joint squadron of the Belgian and French Air Forces. They had wounded the beast, hitting it nearly a dozen times with missiles, but nobody was sure to what extent they had hurt it.
It disappeared off radar shortly after the engagement, but the Hellsing Organization, with the assistance of Her Majesty’s government, were contacted to hunt it down.
The Royal Air Force begrudgingly offered their assistance, in the form of a C-130 cargo plane, aerial reconnaissance to track down the dragon, and a special weapon gifted from their contacts in the United States.
It hadn’t taken terribly long to track down the dragon again. It had resurfaced in eastern Belgium, terrorizing Brussels. The Royal Air Force cargo plane delivered him as close as possible to the site of the dragon’s attack. He could see it already.
A massive, gold-colored beast of prey, easily the size of the cargo plane in which he strode into battle. Talons and scales that glinted in the light of the fires from the city below. Two sets of thick legs and a pair of incredible wings. A wyvern.
Flames flickered around its maw before it spat out another long stream of green fire, burning so hot that even from a dozen kilometers away, the vampire could feel its warmth on his skin.
At the sound of the cargo plane’s turboprop engines, the dragon turned its head. Alucard grinned wildly, eager to do battle with such an awesomely powerful creature. He laughed, stepping back into the cargo hold.
“Nothing more than a canary!” The crew of the cargo plane were visibly distressed by the situation, more so by his reaction. Alucard sauntered over to the plane’s cargo, ripping off the tarpaulin with gusto.
Strapped to the floor of the cargo plane was a GAU-8 Avenger, a car-sized, rotary-barreled cannon chambered for the same ammo that would later see use in the main weapon of Miss Seras Victoria. It had been specially reconfigured with a handle and trigger, sized for human hands.
Alucard took a deep breath.
“Releasing Control Art Restriction Systems… 3… 2… 1… “
The dragon roared, spitting fire. It was just slightly off target, the flames going wide and scorching the tail of the cargo plane. Alucard gritted his teeth at the heat, as it blistered and burned his skin.
“Approval of situation A recognized; commencing the Cromwell Invocation.”
The dragon opened its mouth, and he could see the glow of the flames deep in its maw as it prepared to breathe again.
“Ability restrictions lifted for limited use until the enemy has been rendered silent.”
Eyes erupted from the black of Alucard’s cloak, and a colossal tendril of darkness wrapped around the heft of the GAU-8 to his side. With little effort, he hefted the enormous gun to his shoulder. At the sight of this, the human crew of the cargo plane, very quickly, sequestered themselves away in the cockpit. Alucard took aim as the dragon began making its way in chase of the C-130.
“Why hide, humans? Doesn’t anybody want to see Sylvester kill Tweety-bird?”
The vampire squeezed his trigger.
Even with his immense strength, heels dug into the deck of the cargo plane, the recoil was immense. The gun issued an incredible, graunching roar as it spat forth explosive death at 4000 rounds per minute. The No-Life King found himself inching backward, slowly, by the force of the recoil.
Hundred of rounds went wide, slamming into the ground and buildings of the city of Brussels. Hundreds of other rounds found their target.
The dragon screamed in agony, a blisteringly loud roar that could be heard even over the din of the cannonfire. Dozens of small explosions erupted along its body and wings, bringing forth a spray of fire, shrapnel, and gore as the dragon’s left wing was torn from its body, falling to the ground like a crumpled piece of paper. The dragon followed suit, dropping ten thousand feet and slamming into the upper stories of the Proximus Towers.
The vampire, knowing his job remained incomplete, set off at a run off the ramp of the cargo plane, leaping to the earth below and bringing his newfound toy with him.
He didn’t particularly care who saw him. The Brussels citizenry were already in an uproar as their city burned, and everyone who glimpsed the black-coat-clad man walking at the forefront of a shadowy cloud merely turned and fled.
The walk to Proximus Tower 1 was mostly quiet. The dragon, grievously wounded, growled in pain, letting out a weakened roar as it gazed down from its new steel-and-glass bed and saw the vampire Alucard.
He chuckled ominously. “What’s wrong, Tweety? Swatted out of the sky by a puddy tat?”
Alucard raised the godly gun and fired another burst, ripping into the dragon’s chest and stomach. He was met by a flash of heat that seared his skin, melting his form and the gun he held in his hand. The dragon stopped after only a few seconds, satisfied that its attacker would die along with it.
The vampire reformed slowly, gazing forlornly at the melted remnants of the gun that shot down a dragon. So much for that piece of glorious artillery.
He began to run up the side of the building, his destination; the hole in which the dragon laid. He wanted to ensure it was dead.
However, upon his arrival, there was no dragon to be found.
Instead, at the center of its carnage was a tall, lanky, olive-skinned woman, missing an arm at the shoulder and with countless bullet wounds riddling her stomach. He shook his head, clicking his tongue.
“Disappointing. A dragon, yet not a dragon. A human, yet not a human. You’re nothing more than a common pyromaniac.”
She let out a weakened growl, baring sharp teeth despite her human form. She bore a slight Flemish accent.
“You… disgust me, vampire, demon of the night. I am a majestic being! I am a proud being! Far greater than you and the pathetic humans you so willingly defend.” She began to struggle to her feet. “Filthy, arrogant humans. Filthy, arrogant vampires. I wanted to assert my dominance. To show all of you pathetic creatures who would really rule this world.”
The vampire smirked, his voice deepening. “Pathetic? You’re just a common thug with wings.” He extended his arm, bringing out the heavy, .454 Casull handgun he favored in combat. He aimed at the dragon-turned-human’s head. “Any last words, canary?”
She growled again. “My… My NAME IS-”
Her words were cut short. He’d fired a shot through her head, splitting her skull in two and sending spray of blood and bone to the wreckage behind her.
“Oops… My finger slipped.” As he holstered the gun and stepped over what remained of the dragon’s corpse, he turned to face it. “I have no respect for wanton killers like you.”
The vampire flipped open his flip phone, dialing the Hellsing Manor, with Integra’s extension. He could make his way home now. He knew she would have a shitload of paperwork to fill out.
(Note: Some dragons in Shadowrun can assume human forms, I went slightly different and had this dragon have her true form be a human.)
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