Malik Story

Malik and Brunk: Eastern European/Serbian accents.





With a single well-placed knife throw, Malik Veena’s knife landed directly in a bullseye. A cheer erupted around him in his native Varisian, as his fellow travellers erupted in applause. Malik couldn't help but smile. The score stood at 19-18. He had won. “ It seems drinks are on Bruck tonight!” he spoke in victory, prefacing another yell of applause.

Bruck clapped alongside Malik, thought it was clear that the clap was out of bitterness, than any actual comradery. While he had simply offered a round of drinks, Malik had offered his knife up for grabs. Bruck stared at his lost price, clasped firmly to Maliks belt. It was a ‘78 vintage, dwarven make, a knife that could slice through a metal doorway like butter. Adamantine. Worth a fortune on the market. Bruck knew Malik hadden’t been shot in the head nearly enough times to consider his prized knife to be worth a round of drinks. But that was before the alcohol had started to flow. Bruck had bribed the barkeep to really open the floodgates. Andoren Beer, Ulseberry Ale, heck even a shot of Dwarven Fire. Expensive, yes, but he needed Malik drunk. And Malik was happy to oblige his friend. A tankard later, a knife throwing contest. A round of drinks, over a “old bit of metal”. But Malik was nothing if not skilled with a throw. The going was easy at first, but as his friends egged him on, Malik started to catch up. Or maybe the adrenaline helped burn off the alcohol. Regardless, with one final throw, Malik had won the bout, 19 points to 18, and the crowd supported his victory, their cheers fallowing themselves all the way over to the bartenders stocks as Bruck sulked in silence.

A cheer from the bar. Brunk drank. A draft from the door. Bruck drank some more. The rustle of billiard balls. Brunk continued to drink. Malik saddled next to his friend, clearly unaware of the machinations at work. Still smashed, he couldn't help but smile. “C’mon Brunk,” spoke his friend. “Is not all bad. We can move on. You can enjoy your own round!” Brunk turned towards Malik, his frown unable to maintain as his friend was still clearly beet red from the alcohol. Laughing in response, Bruck stood up, and the two of them hobbled over to the bar, with the crowd on their left, Malik in the middle, and the other bar patrons on the right. “Another drink for tonight's loser!” Malik spoke towards the android bartender. The bartender shook his head. Malik frowned. “Why not?” he spoke in protest. The bartender responded, in a dry tone “Because your group, even with the payment your friend has added to the total, has exceeded the maximum allowance here at the Cat and Dragon. You are currently running a tab of 302 gold pieces, which is two gold higher then allowed by company standards. If you wish to continue to purchase drinks, please pay your tab, otherwise I can upgrade you to our Silver membership for----”

“God damn fuckin Synth!” spoke Malik. Brunk turned towards his inebriated friend, knowing it usually took a lot for Malik to swear, and thus stood up. “Malik, it’s ok, I got---” “No it’s not ok!” interrupted Malik. “I don’t need your shit, or this Syth’s shit.” And with that statement, Malik began ruffling down in his bag. “Malik...” spoke Brunk, partially in protect. Truth be told, he didn’t want Malik to cause a scene. But then again...Malik did always have a way of making androids do what he wanted.

Malik retracted his hands, and turned towards the bartender, skymetal device in hand. “....Or our Astral membership, with includes an unlimited tab at any Cat and Dragon in Avistan, for only 20,000 gold, available in monthly payments of only 999 gold coins.. Otherwise, I will have to ask you leave for the time being....” The bartender stopped mid sentence. “What is that?” he asked, clearly confused. Malik smiled, and pressed a button on the skymetal device. “My tab is now zero.” The bartender suddenly froze up, and stood perfectly still, eliciting a roar of laughter from most of the crowd. The bartender responded, his eyes staring out into the void. “Your tab is now zero.”

Pressing another button, Malik continued. “Serve everyone a glass of your best brew, on the house.” The laughter continued at the bartenders expense. “I will serve everyone a glass of the best brew, on the house.” Malik removed his thumb from the bottom, causing the android bartender to start filling a flurry of drinks, as the laughter reached a crescendo.

“Man, you shouldn't use that shit publicly like that” Malik laughed. “C’mon Brunk, is just harmless fun. We in Numida. Who they going to send...android police?” “I just...it's a risk. We’ve had that remote for, what, ten years now? Maybe you need to do something better with it then free drinks, and banging android babes.”

Malik laughed off his friends concerns. “Oh come now. We never use in big cities. Just around friends. No risk. And if any android sneak up on us..” Malik pointed the device at a female android sitting next to Brunk. “Is simple” Malik pressed a button on the device, causing the android, who had simply been looking at the pair to instantly freeze up. “You. Come over here.” The android stood up, dropping its bag, and walked over swiftly. Malik stood up, and, looking at the motionless android, began to take her coat off, smiling at her.

Brunk’s gaze didn’t follow his friend for a second, sighed, and looked back towards Malik, who had fully pulled the coat off of the android, revealing a shirt made of chainmail, as well as a well-made longsword strapped not to her belt, but to her waist. “Malik, please. At least get a room...the boys don’t need to see your fetish in action down here.” Malik, however appeared to be ignoring the advice of his friend, and was in the process of unbuckling the androids belt, who still stood motionless. “Brunk, please. Nobody will care;everyone is drunk.” Malik gestured towards the bar, where the still-mindless bartender served a flurry of drinks to a torrent of customers. “It’s just...wrong, Malik.” protested Brunk. “Why you like these Synths anyway? They don’t even have....anything down there. ”

“Sit down.” Malik spoke to his android slave. “And spread your legs.” The android complied. “Because, Brunk.” spoke Malik, as he laid the controller on a nearby table. “It’s not just about sex. It about control. You never get that with human girls.” “What do you mean?” Asked Brunk. Malik produced a knife, and began to work it through the androids leather pants. “You know what I mean. ‘Buy me this’, ‘Let's go to the shows. ‘ ‘Spend time with me’ Work Work Work. Syth’s never ask “Oh what were you doing last night.” or complain that I spend too much time with you. “ Malik had worked his knife into the androids leather pants, and began to cut through it’s underwear. “Besides...I don’t even care that they don’t got any fuck hole...” Malik reached into his bag and pulled out a second device, it looked to be a modified crossbow, with a circular drill bit mounted to the end, made of adamantine. “They don’t ever seem to mind when I make my own.” Malik spun up the drill.



“Some of us mind, Malik .” spoke the android woman, looking down at the human who had cut into her pants, and who’s drill’s sound was far too loud for him to realize what was going on. Brunk looked at the android woman, who matched his gaze, He stared in astonishment, before she, without moving her lower half, drew a dagger out of her breast, and threw the game-winning throw Brunk had needed earlier in the night, hitting directly in the bullseye of Brunks face. Malik turned back towards the nether regions of the android, and noticed something curious....there was already a hole, about the size of his drill bit, directly in the location where he’dd normally drill. That had to be an odd coincidence....though his thoughts were cut short as the android’s legs grappled around his neck, and threw Malik back with the force of a kickboxer, his drill flying out of his hand. As he looked up, the android drew a badge. “Kartheltaxia, Hellknight order the Scourge.” Malik drew his controler, and pressed a button on the controler. The Kartheltaxia stowed her badge, and threw off what remained of her pants. “Though I believe we’ve already met, Mr. Veena.”









It was at that moment that it hit him. Three years ago. An easy mark in a warehouse. Malik and four of his friends. A forgettable night of fun...though it was cut short by a police raid that Malik had narrowly escaped from. Was this the same officer hounding him for three hours? Malik's gaze fell to the hole in the officers clearly visible lower regions. This android had been there that night, and she wasn’t the officer who almost busted him...............



Malik looked at the woman, whose hands went to her scabbard. He backed up off the ground, and pulled out his knife. “Help!” he screamed. “It’s the fuckin cops! Cops!” Maliks friends stood up, plenty of them slamming down their drinks in anger...and plenty of them brandishing weapons They moved in on her, as Mailk hurried up the stairs, but she was too quick. With almost no respect to her injury, she ducked under their blows, and pushed one man into another. With a blast of magic, the android exploded into fire, vaporising the thugs attacking her, as well as setting fire to almost half of the old wooden building. Malik hurried up the stairs, towards his inn room, with his armor, knife still drawn. Behind him he heard the sound of a brawl, and the sound of screams. Male screams. Malik ran down the hallway, turned the corner to his room, and fumbled for his keys. The door opened just as the fighting and sounds of burning flesh from downstairs began to die down. He considered his options as he hastily donned his armor. There was no window to his room, but their was one at the end of the hall, back by the starecase. His other option was to simply fight his way out. The android had been almost a pushover for him when he originally had his way with her a few short years earlier, barely even resisting. He smiled. She had simply walked into an inn owned by a friend of his, and brightly, and cheerily, asked for a room, offering to pay the full tab on one night. She even said she was friends with another frequenter of the tavern, Ameiko Kaijitsu. Malik hated Ameiko. It had almost been child's play to lure the girl outside to an abandoned warehouse, and a few button presses later, she had been his. He had gotten root access on the girl..her plating was barely secured. Heck, he even had...

The smashing of metal on his inn room door kicked Malik out of his sexual fantasies. He had to fight then. As the door came crashing down, Mailk lunged forward with his dagger, catching the android off guard, and slicing her hair slightly. She bounced backward, a feat made easier due to her lack of legwear, and pulled out a book, and began to read arcane incantations. “Magic? Really?” came the response from Malik. “Oh please. You’dd have to do better than that to beat a Invisible Blade! With a flourish, a second dagger appeared almost magically in Maliks offhand, who plunged both daggers into the chest of the android, causing her shock, and disrupting her spell. He then stepped after her, until the two of them were less than a few inches apart. Kathi responded by engaging her left leg, pulling it up untill it it was near horizontal, and slammed it directly into Maliks own nether region. Malik doubled over in pain. Kathi used this time to move back towards the staircase. As Malik slowly recovered from the dirty trick, she spoke arcane words from the book, creating a flaming ball of fire energy, which she placed directly between her and Malik. As the paint wore off, Malik stood back up, his face no longer sly, but angry. He hurled his second dagger at the android, once again throwing her spellcasting off balance, before producing a third dagger almostly instantly. The ball of fire intimidated Malik, but he had faced similar tricks before. He attempted to dodge the Flaming Sphere, through it did singe him on the way out, as he charged towards the android, eyes full of violence.

But Kathi was ready for him. Her blade heated up, almost from both of their combined anger, as she plunged the white-hot blade into Maliks chest like a pike, the wound cauterizing almost as quickly as it forms. Malik screamed, but compleated the hug by pludgeing both daggers into the back of Kathi, and kicking out her legs, causing both of them to tumble to the ground.

Kathi tried to push the rogue off of her, but he was simply too heavy as the two of them crashed into the half-burning floor. “So, Hellknight eh?” Malik spoke, as he withdrew the daggers. “I didn’t think you had it in you, little lady.” He plunged both of them into the chestplate of Kathi, and began to work the blades deeper. Kathi grabbed a hold of Malik's right arm, but his other dagger pierced her all the way through, piercing a vital bit of circuitry inside her lower spin. Kathi cried out in shock as her left leg suddenly went completely limp. Malik's evil gaze remained upon her. “You can’t fight me,remember,” he taunted. “I’ve got core access! Execute order 7-B.”

Kathi struggled against her own brain, as inside, her own nanites began to work against her. Order 7-B was a deletion order...spesficaly a higher-learning delation order, for most things stored in long-term memory. She remained in control of her own body, but she felt her memories slipping away....her last conversations with Ameiko, her time studying at the Order.... Kathi grappled a hold of both of Maliks hands, and tumbled towards her flaming sphere. She gestured towards the sphere, trying to order it closer....but what gesture? With horror, she realized she had forgotten how to command a Sphere...or even to conjure one.

Seeing the upper hand, Mailk used both hands to plunge his adamantine dagger deep into Kathi once more. Again, a shock rocketed through her system as her right leg fell limp, and refused to respond to her commands. As her memory slipped away, however, one spell remained. It was a simple spell...one that was taught to her on her very first day at the Hellknight acadamy. It had come naturally to her android makeup, but even now, that basic spell seemed to slip from her memory. She tried her hardest to remember how to cast it...but all around her, her knowledge of even basic cantrips fell apart. She focused. One spell. She just needed one spell. The one spell taught to all Magus. The spell that Alexander had told her...the spell that Alexander had used to save her.

Malik pulled out his daggers and came down for one coup de grace, but Kathi's hands reached out, and grabbed him weakly, one on the neck, and once on his nethers. “Come to beg for my releace inside of you?” Malik asked, reigniting his sexual passion. Kathi simply pulled the man closer, until the two of them were touching. Malik looked down at the defeated android, and, daggers in hand, spoke to the rapidly draining mind of the Kathi. “Their their.....You can halt 7-B now. “ Malik felt the android relax, though her hand remained on his groin. “Now, I hope there's still SOMETHING in that hard drive of yours that understands pleasure, because we’re about to have so much fun together!”

Kathi didn’t react. She didn’t have nearly enough processing power to register what he said. She had even less cycles that cared what he had to say. She only needed one word. But what was the word?! Kathi searched her mind...but so much was gone. So much emptiness, so many hours lost. She only needed to find the word.

Malik looked around. The fire downstairs had burnt out, but it had not reached the upper floors, and he remained close to the ground. He hurriedly removed his pants and undergarements, and moved over the defeated android. He didn’t have his drill...but their was more than one way to enjoy a woman. He crawled over to her face, and opened her mouth...but just as he placed his member inside of her, the android shouted out words that made his blood run cold. “SHOCKING GRASP!” Suddenly, 20,000 volts of energy, shot directly out of Kathi's mouth...and entered Malik in perhaps one of the most painful ways possible. The high voltage electricity was conducted by both Kathi’s mouth and the, other liquids, present as it traveled down Maliks self-created conductor to his nether regions, and his pelvis, frying and liquefying any tissue inflamed with blood as it went. The electricity grounded itself through his legs, and into the ground, though not before traveling up his fraying spinal cord, to his head, resting next to one of the pillars of the building. It was not a good way to go.

Kathi simply lay on the floor...the corpse of her most hated enemy...and perhaps her life's goal, next to her. Her nanites were in her control now. She could reverse some of the damage caused yes, perhaps even the majority of it...but that would only go so far. She would never be able to reconstruct her long hours at the library, her five years spent learning the secrets of the arcane...gone. She’dd have to restart anew. Or take up another passion. She moved her left arm, as her nanites tried to reconstruct her memories..her knowledge, some of them working to reconstruct the circuitry and tubing leading to her legs. She picked up her longsword, and held it close to her chest. The blade was non magical, but it was well made. She inspected the engraving. “Dragon Sword Blade Company.” It read.

Kathi’s eyes stopped on that first word. Dragon. Powerful, intelligent creatures. Some of them using their power to destroy, others using their powers to protect. Almost none of them well known to the population that that protect or destroy. Kathi looked at the punctures in her flesh..and the silver lining on the underside of the wounds, as her nanites repaired them. She called up what she knew about silver dragons. She read that they had few friends, but those friends they had were close. She learned that they loved solving injustice, and that, perhaps most notably, they often took the form of humans or elves to spend company time with those who considered there silver skin alien.

Kathi looked down at herself one last time, as the silver lining was repaired by her nanites. It was not a complete repair, by any means...but it was enough to get her to a proper cleric...to heal like a human, to blend in as a human. Like a silver dragon. Kathi stood up, ignoring the charred, almost unrecognizable body next to her. A Dragon. That is what she was. Not, literally of course, but figuratively. A creature, destined to use strength and spell to battle evil, always blending in with humans, but never alike, but rather, a silver protector.