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This is a sci-fi power fantasy where a human man that wasted his youth gets discharged from a xeno military, struggles to adapt to civilian life, succumbs to alcoholism, then a violent rebellion sweeps over the cyberpunk hellscape of an Earth conquered by alien invaders.
It doesn’t take long for him to utilize his old skills in creative and murderous ways.
Although the first chapter will be marked SFW, future chapters will likely be marked mature or NSFW due to graphic violence and/or sexually explicit content. Consider yourself warned.
Credit for the thumbnail used in this series goes to
iPoke!
Rainfall washed over a city of sin.
Neon lights and flashing signs illuminated the night. Hovering transports darted through the air, and pedestrians walked or slithered on the concrete streets far below them. Holographic, interactive advertisements harassed people passing by while competing humans in individual booths sold spicy foods to any interested alien customers.
Cain stuck out like a sore thumb. His matte black motorcycle helmet matched his synthetic leather jacket as he moved amid the crowds. Everyone simply faced forward, looking in whatever direction they intended to go without stopping, all while a flurry of information assaulted their senses…
‘FIVE IN ONE BODY WASH, SHAMPOO, CONDITIONER, DEODORANT, AND TOOTHPASTE!’
A fiery explosion from one advertisement highlighted a neon blue and purple bottle before the testosterone and/or steroid-infused speaker resumed his sales pitch.
‘OPTIMIZED FOR HUMAN MEN!’
At the sight, Cain rolled his eyes. Yet more raindrops fell down his augmented visor, obscuring his surroundings as more ads unraveled before his eyes through various means. One such blurb popping up in the corner of Cain’s vision featured an alien creature resembling a fluffy moth and an accompanying news article.
‘The New Face of Earth?’ asked the headline to no one in particular. ‘Experts disagree! Although Besharams have some of the highest reproduction rates out of any species in the Interstellar Federation, they also have the shortest natural lifespans!’
Pressing a simple button on the side of his helmet allowed Cain to cut the audio narration short with a tensile click.
Meanwhile, a young man approached Cain from the opposite direction. He had a crimson red jacket, worn and torn with some metal studs serving as leather teeth. A confident swagger in his step matched the movements of a bushy tail swaying side to side, befitting for a creature with an uncanny resemblance to a bipedal hyena or a bulky painted dog. The alien moved at an angle, creating a curve rather than a straight line before bumping into Cain, making him stumble back a little; then the alien snickered and walked away as if nothing happened.
Afterward, Cain stopped in place. A serpentine creature behind him almost bumped into his back. Cain’s hands balled into fists, then he pivoted in place before following the painted dog.
A few who noticed the commotion just glanced at one another.
For a few moments, the alien’s tail wagged a little more than usual, and he kept strolling down the streets as if he owned them. Only glancing over his shoulder wiped the smug smirk off his face. Cain refrained from reacting as he mirrored the alien’s movements, eventually prompting the alien to stop in place to face him. He came to a halt as well. Consequently, the two stared each other down in a well-lit area on the corner of a street, and others treated the two as nothing more than obstacles in their way before making a wide berth around them.
Simultaneously, the alien made bizarre vocalizations as a notification appeared in Cain’s vision...
TRANSLATION DEVICE ACTIVE.
“Oh! OH! You're gonna do something, tough guy?!” screeched the alien, snickering and exposing his carnivorous fangs. He took advantage of his slight height advantage to stand on the tips of his digitigrade toes, looming over the human a little. “Should have just stayed out of my way!”
Cain didn’t bother gracing him with a response besides a menacing glare.
“What are you even doing in that cute little get-up of yours anyway?” asked the alien, cocking his head to the side. “You got a bike or what? Almost looks like a stupid costume with the spooky skeleton shit on your gloves. Either way, real funny seeing some human acting like they’re the hottest shit in this city when streets like this are OUR turf now!”
The alien thumped his chest for emphasis.
Once more, Cain gave the creature nothing but the cold shoulder treatment.
It only aroused a growl from the alien as he shoved Cain, forcing him a few steps back. “Cut the shit, runt! This quiet but tough act from your kind always pisses me off. I mean… you got no claws, fangs, or even a thick hide to protect your soft flesh.” He pointed at him with a clawed finger. “You’re a prey species! Not only weak, but dumb enough that you humans would have wiped yourselves out and reduced yourselves to nuclear ashes if my kind didn’t-”
In a split second, a solid left hook from Cain collided with the alien’s snout.
A nose broke with a soft crunch.
The alien reeled, yipping and stammering back. He then slipped on a slick tile. It all culminated in the creature tripping over, partially falling into a forming puddle, then his head slammed against the hard ground... knocking him out cold.
With that accomplished and several stunned onlookers watching on, Cain rolled his shoulders and continued walking along the streets. Others in the crowd remained unfazed. They continued moving around the alien man, not allowing the situation to interfere with the personal bubbles of their own little worlds as he remained unconscious on the ground with a bleeding snout. Cain himself became just another member of the masses as he made his way to an adjacent multi-story concrete complex lined with various vehicles, disappearing into one of its many entrances.
~~~~~
Footsteps echoed within a parking lot, becoming indistinguishable from the crackling and rumbling of thunder and lightning as a storm stirred outside.
At long last, Cain approached his pride and joy…
A refurbished motorcycle. More specifically, a Triumph Bonneville T120. It sat in an isolated spot beneath some fluorescent lights, with one occasionally flickering in the corner. Although it retained some of its original parts, many had labels indicating a third-party manufacturer with some modern hardware and electronics to boot. Cain didn’t even have to manually ignite the ignition as he sat on its leather seat, the engine roaring to life on its own as his helmet integrated with its dashboard to provide him with a plethora of information popping up within his visor.
From there, Cain used a steel-toe boot to kick up his appropriately named kickstand. Neon indicator lights on both his helmet and bike glowed a bright cyan. The engine purred like a kitten as he gradually manipulated the throttle, ever so slowly propelling the motorcycle forward. Soon, Cain surged out of the complex. His two tires came into contact with an ancient asphalt road, where a multitude of cracks and crevices alongside faded paint contrasted against his pristine bike with more neon lights fading into or glimmering against its black paint job.
The environment similarly glimmered against Cain’s visor as he joined some conventional vehicles on a street with any pedestrians either staying clear or sticking to the sidelines.
Only icy blue eyes remained visible behind the tinted glass of Cain’s helmet as he focused on the road. Other augmented reality features flashed and flickered in his helmet wherever he went, and he reached a long stretch of a mostly empty street in a matter of minutes. Squeezing a throttle accelerated him even faster. The hair stood on the back of his neck as descending raindrops collided against both his bike and body, and his leather jacket clung tighter to his skin as the air resistance and the winds themselves provided an intoxicating cocktail of physical sensations.
Electronic music dubbed ‘Retrowave’ began playing within the confinements of his helmet.
Another indicator displayed the current speed in the double digits as it rose over time…
60 kilometers per hour.
80 kilometers per hour.
100 kilometers per hour.
It only steadied around that point as Cain zipped and weaved his way down the street, bypassing the rare vehicle. His suspension shook him a little upon hitting a bump in the road. A combination of the music, the typical commotion of the city, and even the weather itself seemed to settle down as he approached a four-way intersection. He carefully came to a halt, setting down a leg to prop up his bike once he found himself in front of a red traffic light.
Despite this, not a single other vehicle crossed the intersection. The typical pedestrians also remained absent from the scene, rendering Cain alone among the light rainfall. Only a nightclub with a bright neon sign stood out to him in the distance, which had an outline of an anthro canine woman swishing her tail left to right thanks to a simple animation, not to mention a single word scrawled across it…
PURGATORIUM
It all made Cain raise an eyebrow as the traffic light remained red half a minute later, no traffic to be seen. He revved up his engine to disrupt the eerie silence filling the air.
Suddenly, a variety of racket and other noise erupted from a nearby alley. Shouting soon joined it. Turning to face this disturbance, Cain found a slim silhouette stumbling through the dark, some debris scattered across the ground, and a few trash cans toppled over. More figures emerged from around a corner. The slim figure scurried away from them as she sprinted down the alley, and one shadowy figure slithered after her while aiming a compact weapon similar to a submachine gun at her backside… up until literal garbage slowed them down once they ran straight into it.
Cain merely stared as the mysterious woman ran across the street, finally revealing herself in her entirety. She had predominantly brown fur with darker brown stripes or white spots decorating it, and some strands running up her spine looked similar to hair or a mohawk once it reached the top of her head. Her amber-brown eyes also gave off a golden gleam. Rather than turning a corner and moving down the sidewalk, she made her way directly towards Cain, hopping onto the back of his motorbike before he could even react, then grasping his shoulders with her clawed hands.
“I don’t care who you are!” she shouted in plain English, shivering and shaking before glancing at her pursuers. “Just go! Drive! GET ME OUT OF HERE!”
Cain’s translator activated upon detecting some hissing.
“Don’t let her get away!”
As before, Cain didn’t acknowledge the aliens in any immediately obvious way…
The traffic light turned green.
Two jet black hover-cars began looming over the scene as they emerged from behind a few buildings with their headlights highlighting Cain’s motorcycle.
“STOP HIM!” shouted another alien.
Claws sunk further into Cain’s jacket. “Please!” pleaded the woman.
As others aimed their weapons, Cain finally answered all their cries by revving up his bike’s engine. It unleashed a mighty roar, charged forward like a raging bull, then left the dumbstruck xenos in the dust. Rainfall only served to obscure Cain’s location during the process as he began to put plenty of distance between himself and the well-armed aliens.
Only the two hover-cars immediately pursued him through the rain.
On the contrary, one of the apparent thugs had a catlike smile spreading across his serpentine snout. He faced his few compatriots and lowered his weapon. “I don’t think that could have gone any better.”
One sneered at his words, and an accompanying besharam fluttered their wings.
Nonetheless, the brewing storm aided their escape as they dispersed from the alley as well.
Next Chapter
It doesn’t take long for him to utilize his old skills in creative and murderous ways.
Although the first chapter will be marked SFW, future chapters will likely be marked mature or NSFW due to graphic violence and/or sexually explicit content. Consider yourself warned.
Credit for the thumbnail used in this series goes to
iPoke!Chapter SelectionRainfall washed over a city of sin.
Neon lights and flashing signs illuminated the night. Hovering transports darted through the air, and pedestrians walked or slithered on the concrete streets far below them. Holographic, interactive advertisements harassed people passing by while competing humans in individual booths sold spicy foods to any interested alien customers.
Cain stuck out like a sore thumb. His matte black motorcycle helmet matched his synthetic leather jacket as he moved amid the crowds. Everyone simply faced forward, looking in whatever direction they intended to go without stopping, all while a flurry of information assaulted their senses…
‘FIVE IN ONE BODY WASH, SHAMPOO, CONDITIONER, DEODORANT, AND TOOTHPASTE!’
A fiery explosion from one advertisement highlighted a neon blue and purple bottle before the testosterone and/or steroid-infused speaker resumed his sales pitch.
‘OPTIMIZED FOR HUMAN MEN!’
At the sight, Cain rolled his eyes. Yet more raindrops fell down his augmented visor, obscuring his surroundings as more ads unraveled before his eyes through various means. One such blurb popping up in the corner of Cain’s vision featured an alien creature resembling a fluffy moth and an accompanying news article.
‘The New Face of Earth?’ asked the headline to no one in particular. ‘Experts disagree! Although Besharams have some of the highest reproduction rates out of any species in the Interstellar Federation, they also have the shortest natural lifespans!’
Pressing a simple button on the side of his helmet allowed Cain to cut the audio narration short with a tensile click.
Meanwhile, a young man approached Cain from the opposite direction. He had a crimson red jacket, worn and torn with some metal studs serving as leather teeth. A confident swagger in his step matched the movements of a bushy tail swaying side to side, befitting for a creature with an uncanny resemblance to a bipedal hyena or a bulky painted dog. The alien moved at an angle, creating a curve rather than a straight line before bumping into Cain, making him stumble back a little; then the alien snickered and walked away as if nothing happened.
Afterward, Cain stopped in place. A serpentine creature behind him almost bumped into his back. Cain’s hands balled into fists, then he pivoted in place before following the painted dog.
A few who noticed the commotion just glanced at one another.
For a few moments, the alien’s tail wagged a little more than usual, and he kept strolling down the streets as if he owned them. Only glancing over his shoulder wiped the smug smirk off his face. Cain refrained from reacting as he mirrored the alien’s movements, eventually prompting the alien to stop in place to face him. He came to a halt as well. Consequently, the two stared each other down in a well-lit area on the corner of a street, and others treated the two as nothing more than obstacles in their way before making a wide berth around them.
Simultaneously, the alien made bizarre vocalizations as a notification appeared in Cain’s vision...
TRANSLATION DEVICE ACTIVE.
“Oh! OH! You're gonna do something, tough guy?!” screeched the alien, snickering and exposing his carnivorous fangs. He took advantage of his slight height advantage to stand on the tips of his digitigrade toes, looming over the human a little. “Should have just stayed out of my way!”
Cain didn’t bother gracing him with a response besides a menacing glare.
“What are you even doing in that cute little get-up of yours anyway?” asked the alien, cocking his head to the side. “You got a bike or what? Almost looks like a stupid costume with the spooky skeleton shit on your gloves. Either way, real funny seeing some human acting like they’re the hottest shit in this city when streets like this are OUR turf now!”
The alien thumped his chest for emphasis.
Once more, Cain gave the creature nothing but the cold shoulder treatment.
It only aroused a growl from the alien as he shoved Cain, forcing him a few steps back. “Cut the shit, runt! This quiet but tough act from your kind always pisses me off. I mean… you got no claws, fangs, or even a thick hide to protect your soft flesh.” He pointed at him with a clawed finger. “You’re a prey species! Not only weak, but dumb enough that you humans would have wiped yourselves out and reduced yourselves to nuclear ashes if my kind didn’t-”
In a split second, a solid left hook from Cain collided with the alien’s snout.
A nose broke with a soft crunch.
The alien reeled, yipping and stammering back. He then slipped on a slick tile. It all culminated in the creature tripping over, partially falling into a forming puddle, then his head slammed against the hard ground... knocking him out cold.
With that accomplished and several stunned onlookers watching on, Cain rolled his shoulders and continued walking along the streets. Others in the crowd remained unfazed. They continued moving around the alien man, not allowing the situation to interfere with the personal bubbles of their own little worlds as he remained unconscious on the ground with a bleeding snout. Cain himself became just another member of the masses as he made his way to an adjacent multi-story concrete complex lined with various vehicles, disappearing into one of its many entrances.
~~~~~
Footsteps echoed within a parking lot, becoming indistinguishable from the crackling and rumbling of thunder and lightning as a storm stirred outside.
At long last, Cain approached his pride and joy…
A refurbished motorcycle. More specifically, a Triumph Bonneville T120. It sat in an isolated spot beneath some fluorescent lights, with one occasionally flickering in the corner. Although it retained some of its original parts, many had labels indicating a third-party manufacturer with some modern hardware and electronics to boot. Cain didn’t even have to manually ignite the ignition as he sat on its leather seat, the engine roaring to life on its own as his helmet integrated with its dashboard to provide him with a plethora of information popping up within his visor.
From there, Cain used a steel-toe boot to kick up his appropriately named kickstand. Neon indicator lights on both his helmet and bike glowed a bright cyan. The engine purred like a kitten as he gradually manipulated the throttle, ever so slowly propelling the motorcycle forward. Soon, Cain surged out of the complex. His two tires came into contact with an ancient asphalt road, where a multitude of cracks and crevices alongside faded paint contrasted against his pristine bike with more neon lights fading into or glimmering against its black paint job.
The environment similarly glimmered against Cain’s visor as he joined some conventional vehicles on a street with any pedestrians either staying clear or sticking to the sidelines.
Only icy blue eyes remained visible behind the tinted glass of Cain’s helmet as he focused on the road. Other augmented reality features flashed and flickered in his helmet wherever he went, and he reached a long stretch of a mostly empty street in a matter of minutes. Squeezing a throttle accelerated him even faster. The hair stood on the back of his neck as descending raindrops collided against both his bike and body, and his leather jacket clung tighter to his skin as the air resistance and the winds themselves provided an intoxicating cocktail of physical sensations.
Electronic music dubbed ‘Retrowave’ began playing within the confinements of his helmet.
Another indicator displayed the current speed in the double digits as it rose over time…
60 kilometers per hour.
80 kilometers per hour.
100 kilometers per hour.
It only steadied around that point as Cain zipped and weaved his way down the street, bypassing the rare vehicle. His suspension shook him a little upon hitting a bump in the road. A combination of the music, the typical commotion of the city, and even the weather itself seemed to settle down as he approached a four-way intersection. He carefully came to a halt, setting down a leg to prop up his bike once he found himself in front of a red traffic light.
Despite this, not a single other vehicle crossed the intersection. The typical pedestrians also remained absent from the scene, rendering Cain alone among the light rainfall. Only a nightclub with a bright neon sign stood out to him in the distance, which had an outline of an anthro canine woman swishing her tail left to right thanks to a simple animation, not to mention a single word scrawled across it…
PURGATORIUM
It all made Cain raise an eyebrow as the traffic light remained red half a minute later, no traffic to be seen. He revved up his engine to disrupt the eerie silence filling the air.
Suddenly, a variety of racket and other noise erupted from a nearby alley. Shouting soon joined it. Turning to face this disturbance, Cain found a slim silhouette stumbling through the dark, some debris scattered across the ground, and a few trash cans toppled over. More figures emerged from around a corner. The slim figure scurried away from them as she sprinted down the alley, and one shadowy figure slithered after her while aiming a compact weapon similar to a submachine gun at her backside… up until literal garbage slowed them down once they ran straight into it.
Cain merely stared as the mysterious woman ran across the street, finally revealing herself in her entirety. She had predominantly brown fur with darker brown stripes or white spots decorating it, and some strands running up her spine looked similar to hair or a mohawk once it reached the top of her head. Her amber-brown eyes also gave off a golden gleam. Rather than turning a corner and moving down the sidewalk, she made her way directly towards Cain, hopping onto the back of his motorbike before he could even react, then grasping his shoulders with her clawed hands.
“I don’t care who you are!” she shouted in plain English, shivering and shaking before glancing at her pursuers. “Just go! Drive! GET ME OUT OF HERE!”
Cain’s translator activated upon detecting some hissing.
“Don’t let her get away!”
As before, Cain didn’t acknowledge the aliens in any immediately obvious way…
The traffic light turned green.
Two jet black hover-cars began looming over the scene as they emerged from behind a few buildings with their headlights highlighting Cain’s motorcycle.
“STOP HIM!” shouted another alien.
Claws sunk further into Cain’s jacket. “Please!” pleaded the woman.
As others aimed their weapons, Cain finally answered all their cries by revving up his bike’s engine. It unleashed a mighty roar, charged forward like a raging bull, then left the dumbstruck xenos in the dust. Rainfall only served to obscure Cain’s location during the process as he began to put plenty of distance between himself and the well-armed aliens.
Only the two hover-cars immediately pursued him through the rain.
On the contrary, one of the apparent thugs had a catlike smile spreading across his serpentine snout. He faced his few compatriots and lowered his weapon. “I don’t think that could have gone any better.”
One sneered at his words, and an accompanying besharam fluttered their wings.
Nonetheless, the brewing storm aided their escape as they dispersed from the alley as well.
Next Chapter
Category Story / All
Species Alien (Other)
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File Size 73.1 kB
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