The dream comes as it always does, slyly, stalking me at that moment when I'm about to hit the car with too much bourbon in my gut... or not enough.
The memory is too distant for it to have any sort of clarity. The faces have no features, and both friends and enemies share the undefined look of ghost that have been dead too long.
... I feel the the strange friction caused by my bayonet as it enters the Frenchman's chest. The way the steel rubs against his ribs causes a strange vibration in my rifle. I really love this weapon. His last breath is wasted cursing me, spitting up blood tinge saliva. It isn't the first time that I've done it today in Gravelotte...
... The cruiser hopelessly sinks. The bow was the last part of the ship to be swallowed by the ocean, with the number 35 painted on its hull. From some corner of my mind comes in name. Annapolis? I can't seem to fix it in my head. Although it's not as if it matters to me. It's just another war machine that has gone to rest in the ocean's depths. I know it won't be the end of me; it never is. There are hundreds of men in the water, but the dorsal fins that start breaking the surface tell us we're not alone...
... The trench is flooding with torrential rain, washing away the blood and mud and it's fetid flow. Am I in Verdun? Guadalcanal? Da Nang? Titan? Does it even matter anymore? How long have I been fighting? When did I start to hear the voices that drive me to carry on with this carnage?
Not that I needed any encouragement to continue. I am what I am, and I'm really fucking good at it.
The dream always ends the same way. I always wake up laughing, ready for a fight. Where did I leave that bottle?
Ace of Spades's Details
Characters:
Lycus Dion, The Red Wolf, Immortal Soldier, Red Scourge
Verses:
Spacelords, Raiders of the Broken Planet, Cyberpunk 2077, Mass Effect, Metroid, Sci-Fi, crossovers.
NAME: Lycus Dion
DATE OF BIRTH: Unknown
PLACE OF BIRTH: Unknown
HEIGHT: 1.95 m
WEIGHT: 105 Kg/160 Kg with cybernetic arms
HAIR COLOR: Red.
EYE COLOR: Red.
LAST KNOWN RESIDENCE: Tarsis City. Planet Mars.
MARKS: cybernetic implants on upper extremities and several cut scars on the face entry and exit bullet wound on thorax.
FAMILY: There are reports of someone called Lycus Dion who fought during the mining riots on the asteroid belt 47 years ago. We suspect it is the prisoners father or a close relative. Nothing else is known on the matter.
OCCUPATION: Mercenary soldier hired by the Hades Division
PSYCH PROFILE: Insubordinate, unstable, obstinate, aggressive, with psychopathic tendencies.
REMARKS: The subject has an unusual ability to withstand harmful substances. He is incapable of feeling the effects of alcohol, nor is he affected by poisons or anesthetics. He is capable of generating a viable geometry kinetic shield. He has nano-coils connected directly to his arterial pressure that charge when this heart rate increases. How he orients the angle of the shield is not entirely understood.
For confidential reasons, safeguarding the prisoners Integrity is a maximum priority.
Who I'd like to meet: Lycus doesn't take any moral stance nor does he blame anyone for the universe being "a piece of shit". He just does his thing. Why does he fight? Because it's what he knows how to do best. What drives him to do it? The last time it was money, but you never know. That's why Lycus Dion is so useful and at the same time unpredictable and dangerous.
Lycus is a legendary Warrior among the humans. News of that Fame reached Harec, who decided to recruit him. But the Hades Division have been holding Lycus prisoner, so Harec had to launch a rescue mission. Once Lycus is freed, Harec asks if he'll join him. Lycus accepts, not because he gives a damn about Harec's cause, nor because he wants anything that he can offer, rather to settle the score with his captors, and especially to recover the heavy metal collection that they stole from him when they took him prisoner.
