A/N: Hello, my names HellKing666 and I'm right now starting up my first story on FanFiction, I like OC's because they always spice up the story one way or another, and as much as I like Self Inserts, they can't hold a candle to the many different possibilities of an OC, and so I hope you enjoy my story taking place in the world of Mass Effect, I will have a Paragon FemShep and consider changing the Virmire outcome, but I'll burn that bridge when I come to it, and maybe a few more things that put me off about the series, and definitely will fix that suckish ending in ME3 if I ever get that far, until then let's get started!
P/S: I do not own The Mass Effect series or any characters except for my OC or any others I am to make throughout the series
Prologue: A Hero Raised To Slaughter
2214 hours, 16th of May, 1978; Unknown Location
BOOM! BOOM! CLAP!
BOOM! BOOM! CLAP!
BOOM! BOOM! CLAP!
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As the song 'We Will Rock You' blared from the speakers over the cheering of thousands of spectators in the crowd, a loud 'HEY' was made from the over enthusiastic announcer, blissfully unaware that barely a week ago the last announcer had been killed by a stray bullet in the same seat he was sitting in.
"OKAY PEOPLE!" he yelled, as if the numerous loudspeakers from the stadium were not enough "WE ARE NOW ONTO THE FIFTH HOUR OF OUR ANNUAL KILLER CON CARNAGE EVENT IN THIS GREAT STADIUM, THE GREAT BARKA BON BOOM HAS BLOWN UP AT LEAST 60 OTHER COMBATANTS!" The screams of the crowd were obvious, ranging from 'kill the fucker' to 'marry me'
In the middle of the stadium stood a man with a muscular stature, despite being a rookie, his equipment spoke for itself, as he had numerous grenades strapped around every possible place on his body, as well as two China Lake grenade launchers in both of his hands, he basks in the adoration of his fame, flashing a grin with his too perfect face despite the battle he fought.
Around him was scores of bodies, ranging from male to female, teen's to middle age, some with bloody chunks out of their sides or otherwise unrecognisable and look more like a mauled meat than a person, they were either on their own or piled on top of each other, but this sight just incited the crowd, want even more blood to be shed for the sake of entertainment.
"SO WHAT DO YOU SAY PEOPLE!" the announcer screamed into the headset "SHALL WE GIVE THE GREAT BARKA THE FINAL EVENT HE'S BEEN CRAVING FOR THROUGHOUT THIS CHALLENGE" the crowd screamed their agreement, but not in the way Barka thought, if he had been more vigilant, he may have spotted the crazed looks in the audience's eye's, and the knowing look from the managers private viewing platform.
"So now," the announcer dropped his loud voice to adopt a more sinister tone, "here we are ladies and gentleman, the final event of the night, here we have the challenger, Barka Bon Boom, from Russia, equipment the finest artillery from his military farther, coupled with years of training that would make a Spetsnaz wet his pants" Barka raised his fist to the cheering crowd, with daydreams of fame and fortune revolving around his head "and now the champion" the crowd went quiet.
Across the stadium, a spotlight gleamed and focused on a red gate, it's design could he described in comparison to hell, it's terrifying decoration was a demon, coloured red with what rumours are said to be blood from the first combatants of the Pit, to enforce this it had two long horns that pierced through a body on either side of it, their faces twisted in silent agony, this gate was where every warrior, young and old, would come forth and do what they could to survive, but the tension in the air was thick as the announcer continued his announcement.
"This man is known as a beast, throughout his fifteen years of service in the Pit, he has been an inspiration to all cut-throats everywhere" as he spoke, the gate slowly opened, "he has never shown mercy to women nor child" the crowd were now chanting words that the young warrior in the middle of the stadium could not make out, he was now feeling unnerved by the sudden change of atmosphere, "this man is known to be the reincarnation of THE DEVIL, HANNIBAL, ALEXANDER THE GREAT AND JACK THE RIPPER COMBINED!" the announcer had now raised his voice back to its screaming quality this incited the audience to now raise their chanting to now shout out the name of the greatest known warrior the Pit has ever known.
"HIDE AWAY YOU'RE CHILDREN, CREEP IN THE CORNER AND HOPE TO GOD THAT YOU ONLY LOSE ONE LEG, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THE MONSTER THAT SPOOKS THE BOOGEY MAN, THE GREATEST TERROR FROM ALL FOUR CORNERS OF THE EARTH, THE MAN THAT COULD MAKE GODZILLA BEG FOR FORGIVENESS!"
The gates were now fully open, inside was a shadowy figure that's eyes burned a fiery blood red; Barka was now shaking in his boots at the frightful creature.
"GIVE! IT! UP! FOOOOOR SABERTOOOOOOOTH!"
The figure, upon hearing his name, rushed forward at a startling speed, his very body a blur when rushing ahead towards his prey.
Barka was now terrified, he griped his duel weapons shakily and aimed and the approaching figure, he fired, with two FLOOOPS, they landed directly in front of Sabertooth.
A huge explosion resonated, causing nearby bodies to fling to the side as the inferno blast blew the large rock piles in the area. As the smoke cleared, the figure was gone
Barka was let out a shaken, relief filled breath, and then he laughed out loud as he couldn't believe how easy that was, he turned to face his adoring new fans in expectation of the rewards he will reap.
But what he did not expect was to be met with ferocious eyes that were fixed in a scowl.
He yelped and fell back, dropping both of his weapons as he looked up at the predator that regarded him with anger.
Sabertooth had no shirt; this exposed his muscle's that expanded even larger with every deep breath he took, his skin was nicked with old injuries, bullet holes, knife wounds and a variety of bite marks from various unknown animals. He wore a pair of combat trousers that was scuffed and torn in different places, coupled with a pair of boots that was embedded with numerous silver skulls, on his head, he wore a Viking helmet that had horns which match the gates grisly design, long matts of hair hung from under the helmet, tinged grey and black in patches, last of all was his face, scowling and drawn back mouth in an animalistic snare, canines shown within his maw.
But the most terrifying aspect of this killer was his claws, they were a long and lethal set of five, with dried blood from its last victim, they looked like gauntlets as they covered his forearms like a stainless steel glove, yet creepily like they were part of his body as each individual claw moved like a real hand, both of his arms folded in front of him, showing disappointment and impatience.
Sabertooth then drew back his lips as he opened his mouth.
"Zis is my Opponent?" he asked in a voice of a snarling animal, he spoke in an insulted, jagged tone that hitched on every syllable, his accent showing a German background.
"I, Sabertooth, had been voken to crush a fly such as Zis?!"he directed his rage to the audience, who looked scared themselves, despite being behind thick iron walls and bullet proof glass, as he turned his hateful gaze upon them, they as well as he knew, that he could kill every one of them if he chose to, he just hasn't found a reason yet.
"Did you, truly even 'ope to believe you could get von scratch on me!" he now his fury to Barka, the man had now reduced to shivering as the man's arms unfolded, he then rose his bladed fingers to execute the victim.
"Wh-wh-wait, have mercy!" Barka squeaked out as his face fell to the most pleading voice any being could muster, a few laughs were heard from the crowd.
The claw froze in the air as Sabertooth's face twisted into disgust; he lowered his arm slowly as he spoke up again.
"Oh, please don' tell you are begging" his voice now lost its feral force and power, but he still had his accent as he regarded the jabbering wreck in front of him.
First his face and voice held disappointment, but then his mouth moved to a straight line, until it finally ended in a wide, fang filled grin, as his eyes held a sadistic gleam.
"Vell I suppose if you 'ave given up-pa," popping his mouth at the word up "I can suppose I can let you off" there were gasps and sounds of disbelief from the stadium; Sabertooth had never given mercy, ever.
Barka felt his hope rise as he found a way to escape, "T-th-thank you, I-I-I will leave right no-"
But before he could continue Sabertooth interrupted.
"But, of course know, zat for you to expect a battle, and not get one is quite insulting" he said with a smug tone entering his voice "an' so, to prevent cowards like you to return again, I should personally make sure to remove what you would claim to 'ave as a male, just to be on za safe side" his grin widening.
"Excuse m-me" Barka stuttered as he looked at the claws on both hands started to separate.
"Eet' is to make sure of course zat zat gene of your cowardly actions do not progress eny' furtha', you know if 'Itler 'ad simply done zis' to za Jews, he would ave' no need to kill them all and zey would die in zere own time, plus, eet's more fun zan a gas chamba', no?" he then bend down with one of his glinting steel claws stretching out.
The following scene has been classified too gruesome and painful to watch, but you can hear the following screaming.
"WHHHHHHHAAAAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGG GGGGGG!"
"As always Saber, you've done as excellent as always; though I doubt no one expected for you to commit a castration in the middle of the Pit, nice touch by the way, very original" Sabertooth's cheesy grinned manager said behind his desk, in all of Saber's previous handlers, Logan Monroe was by far, the one who has lasted the longest, at least an entire year! He learned when to avoid Saber when he was in a bad mood, stayed away from the animal cages during feeding, and didn't get too big a head that others would think to rectify the problem, Saber had for a while kept a running joke of saying 'Still alive huh?' whenever they met.
"I don' like letting the Voice's git' bored" Saber said as he grinned at the memory of Barak withering on the floor in agony, "if zey want blood, I shall grant them a slaughte' zat rivals all ze bloody wars of Britain!"
Logan nodded at his words, he had quickly gotten over Saber's strange way of referring to things, the Voice's meant the audience, anything bug related was his victims, and Handler was another way to say manager, i.e. himself.
"Well Saber, I must say you have been my most best client in a long time, ever since we started working together, your reputation has skyrocketed, and I have enough money to put my children and my children's children into college" Logan laughed at the truthful statement.
"Well you 'ave been a good 'andler yourself" Saber said as he lounged back into the couch he was sitting on.
"Yes, you and me had a good run" as soon as he said this, Saber stiffened, he then glared at Logan, the way he phrased that was strange, and Saber didn't get this far in the Pit without being paranoid every now and then.
"'ad a good run?" he asked with a slight edge to his voice.
Then suddenly he felt a something stab in his back, he arched his spine in pain and quickly jumped onto his feet.
He swung his head behind him to see a syringe on a spring trap concealed between the cushions, clever, he then turned a hateful gaze to Logan, smirking slightly, as if he was not convinced already.
"Now you will feel your eyeballs being torn…" but before he could continue, he fell to one knee, "Impossible…" he muttered
"Surprised?" Logan asked "I of course took your unnaturally strong immune system into effect, for the past month I had put a special chemical into your meat, completely harmless so that your white blood cells would not register it as a threat, and then all of it was exposed to the catalyst, therefore working perfectly to disabling you" he then pressed a button under his desk.
Immediately, the left wall slid open to reveal numerous muscular soldiers with batons and armour.
"I am sorry Saber," Logan said with no remorse on his face "but the people paying for you had given a generous offer, forget children, they just guaranteed my enough for my family for century's"
"I vill guarantee your 'ead on a plate" Saber yelled as he stood up with great willpower, struggling to stay conscious.
"Seize him" Logan ordered in a monotone, apparently not concerned with the danger of being seated so close to the murderous man, one of the men moved forward, confident the drug in Saber system would make it easy, how wrong he was.
Saber made a gesture as to one poking someone's eyes, but as his hands were claws, they made a squelch sound as they went into the man's head, killing him instantly; he then kicked out with his leg at another man flanking his recent kill and breaking the bone in his lower leg, his cries of agony as he lay on the floor silenced by a stomp a stomp to the back of the neck.
Three more tried to rush him; he then flung the corpse still impaled on his two fingers at them, making them all tumble to the ground.
Saber was running on the familiar feel of adrenaline as well as raging hatred, but as he decapitated another man, his vision started going hazy, it even calmed his bloodlust enough for him to count how many he killed.
5…
6…
9…
11…
14…
He was then hit at the back of the head, as he tumbled to the floor; the last thing he remembered before he blacked out was Logan's voice.
"If you want something done right…"
"Bastard…" Saber mumbled, before falling into the abyss of blackness.
Saber's body was on a table, being looked down upon by a team of scientists.
"Is he fit for the mission ahead?" asked a shadowy figure from the background, the lead scientist looked back at his employer.
"Yes, he is stable; he should be disorientated when he wakes up but other than that, he is in peak condition"
"Good" said the figure as he looked down upon Saber.
"Sir, the rocket should be ready for launching within the a few hours, we programmed it with the coordinates you gave us"
"Is the chamber ready?"
"Yes sir, it is"
"Good, prep him for it, and run every check to ensure it works" The figure then lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply,
"Yes Mr Harper" said the scientist as he walked away.
Jack Harper looked upon Saber as he was loaded in to a large metal cylinder, a glass plane moved shut and sealed the container, a few moments later, a gel substance started being produced from the inside of the cylinder, covering Saber and filing the entire tube, and staying there for the next two century's.
Even knowing that Saber could not hear him under the metal and being unconscious, Jack leaned forward and directed his eyes to Saber's face.
"Don't waste my second chance"
Hours later, a rocket went into to the sky, undetected due to superior cloaking technology, as it went towards its location, right now it was just a planet with conditions similar to earth, but when it gets there, it will be colonised by humans, and be known as Eden Prime.
A/N: Not bad for a first try, huh, you can see where I'm going with Saber, right? Shepard was badass in his/her own right, Wrex was awesome as well, and Garrus took a f***ing rocket to the face and still left standing, but now I want a Grunt character to be added without the whole giant, baby Krogan hanging in your head, Saber has lived through Hell, no forget Hell, he would spit in the Devil's for kicks he's that awesome, Hell is probably where he goes for holiday, basically he is a raw, sadistic, crazy beast-man with a bloodlust to rival any Krogan's blood rage, not to mention incredible strength, speed and agility, and so, here's to a new series, cheers!