Futile
A/N: Little one-shot, possibly turning into a full story. I was kind of feeling doom and gloom earlier and this just wormed its way into my head. Port from FanFiction(dot)net.
Futile
By:
Glek
"Sir, they're making another run at the Border."
"Stay steady Corporal." Stoick replied. "They've tried this tactic before. Launch the warning flares."
"Yes sir."
The bright flares blazed into the sky above New Hope, a once proud city, now a hollow shell. The blood red light cast ghostly shadows over the steel skeletons that were once buildings. The light also revealed the large mass of forms flying at break-neck pace towards the Border between the remnants of New Hope and the rest of the world.
The Border had been constructed after the Disaster. The Disaster was industrial in nature. A large chemical plant on the edge of the city suffered a critical malfunction, dumping millions of tons of bio-hazardous material into the city. The effects were terrible. Ninety eight percent of the population was killed near instantly. Very few survived, and even fewer survived unscathed. Most of the survivors mutated into creatures of myth and legend. Dragons were the most predominant. Gryphons, Hydras, and Minotaurs were also common. Those that didn't mutate were killed by the new inhabitants of the city.
Stoick watched the radar as it monitored the flying portion of the attack. Cameras and thermal sensors watched the rest. His son, Hiccup, had been in the city when the Disaster happened. Stoick knew his son was dead, if not by the chemicals, then by the savage monsters that resulted. He had requested a transfer to guard the newly created Border that kept the savages and the chemicals in the city. He had sworn revenge. He'd already spear-headed a massive legal strike against the company. That had been a near success, but the company had weaselled out of it. So Stoick decided to vent his anger on the only remaining target. The mutants.
"Sir, they're holding course."
"Warning shots."
Shots rang out. Snipers were making attempts to scare off the incoming forces.
"No response."
"Hmmmm." Stoick sighed. "Arm the Defence Grid."
"Sir?" The corporal said, sounding confused.
"They're not going to run. They can't be allowed out. Arm the Defence Grid. That's an order."
"Yes sir."
All over the Border, klaxons blared and the PA system vomited its warnings in a computerized voice.
"Warning, automated defence grid armed. System live. System live. System live."
Stoick listened as the PA system continued informing everyone that the system was live.
"Still no change."
"Fire at will Corporal."
"Aye sir." The corporal responded, twisting the switch that would activate the system.
"Warning, defence grid active. Firing sequence initiated."
With smooth motions, the multitude of Anti-Air Artillery and mini-gun turrets sprung to life, swivelling and locking targets. With unison born of being computer controlled, they fired as one. Flack shells and heavy calibre bullets tore into their targets. Yet still the mutants pushed forward.
Toothless watched from his perch as his friends threw themselves against the Human defences, only to be swatted down like flies. The cries of the wounded and dying filled the air, a grim and haunting cacophony of noise. Inside, Toothless wept for the fallen, though his expression betrayed none of his feelings. He watched until there was nothing more to see. Then, he left. Any Humans in his path would feel his wrath tonight. Tonight, he would sear them with flames, flames of vengeance.