Hey guys, this is my first VC fanfic so I hope you like it. I just finished the game recently and fell in love with it so I decided to write a story about it. I get the crossover is a bit unorthodox but I thought I'd give it a shot. I'll do my best to retell the story from the game (note I haven't played any of the other VC games so I'm purely going off the first but I'll be using the wiki since ive only played the PC version) but I'll be changing some events here and there some minor some major, I'm currently juggling this story and my other story that I've been writing along with work and such so updates may be sporadic; hope you enjoy!

Piltover Academy of Science, Heimerdinger's lab

Yasuo was reluctant to travel to Piltover to see some experiment Heimer had concocted, but with little else to do and getting tired of the Ionian champions giving him death stares every time they crossed he decided to see what the good scientist cooked up. The trip was quite uneventful, his quiet demeanor attracting little attention from other passengers on the train from the Institute to the city, he was actually glad that nothing happened since the last time things could be called "exciting" was when he was constantly hunted by his own countrymen before his inauguration into the League. Casually he strolled around before heading to the academy, simply ignoring another one of Jinx's rampages as she practically bombed the city with fireworks while riding a giant missile painted like a dragon with Vi and Caitlyn in pursuit. After an hour of walking he finally reached the doors of the building, he walked in ignoring the receptionist and heading directly to the labs in the higher ring of the Academy while attempting not to step on any Yordles that happened to be running by. After a short while, he reached the large metallic doors leading into the main laboratory only Heimer and a select few were allowed into. Caring little for knocking he simply opened the door and entered the very dimly lit room, inventions were scattered across the walls while all light was concentrated in the center of the room. It was easy to make out Heimerdinger's form being the small walking brain that he was, but his accomplice reached around Yasuo's height and was impossible to recognize while bathed in shadow.

"I assume you got a reason for dragging me out here when I could be enjoying a fine drink right now?" He walked up to the Yordle, eyeing the strange set of armor assembled on the table.

If Heimer was surprised by the silent intrusion, he didn't show it "Ah good you're here! This will keep us on schedule!" he happily chimed. Pushing a button the table moved so that it was upright, facing the swordsman, it was at this moment Yasuo realized the armor was almost an exact copy of his form, even a special scabbard for his sword.

"Uh, what's this?" The Ronin was confused at why such a special set of gear was made specifically for him.

From the shadows the accomplice showed himself to be none other than Viktor, the machine herald "It is glorious yes? This is only a prototype, a precursor to the glorious evolution!" His religious zealotry to machine surpassing man never ceased to annoy the blade master, but he did have to admire the work into such a fine set of armor.

"This is a new set of gear for frontline soldiers, possibly even for our police for here. Since most armies use swords and shields we decided the melee variant would be best to create first, and since you're an outcast with no ties, should anything go wrong with testing it won't be an issue!" Heimerdinger was quite satisfied with himself, despite the cold and possibly even callous tone of which he regarded his test subject was polar opposite to his cheery outlook.

"Oh great I'm expendable, why the hell should I agree to being you guinea pig?" Yasuo snapped back.

"Because it is a great honor to be the first to accept such augmentation! You will be the first of many to don such improvements! To be better than those who think themselves your superiors!" Viktor preached, still prideful of his creation.

"Now now Viktor, I've told you these are only going to be given to troops whose governments agree to use them, and even then I doubt most non-military personnel will use them" The Yordle reprimanded the herald, causing him to grunt in annoyance. "As for you swordsman, we need someone of your skill to make sure this prototype works, and if you live you get to keep it!" Once again Heimer was oblivious to the self-preservation instincts of others in pursuit of science.

Yasuo had to admit it looked downright gorgeous, and it didn't look dangerous to the user at all, much the opposite it seemed to have anything a swordsman would ever dream of. Despite his better judgment, he agreed. "All right you got yourself a deal, but I'm not going to go charging into a horde of Noxian troops to make sure it works got it?"

The Scientist was gleeful to hear his answer "of course not! We know all the interior systems work fine, night vision, thermal detection, the sword is protected by a scabbard that never allows any substance to get inside allowing for the blade to never be in any risk of damage or becoming dull; not to mention the armor is set to be a perfect balance of mobility, comfort, and protection, able to take practically anything the enemy throws at it!" The Scientist obviously loved his creation, making sure every detail was precisely as he specified, even Yasuo had to admit it was impressive.

"So what's the catch then? I doubt you'd need me to test something you already know works" He knew something dangerous needed to be done, or he wouldn't have been needed in the first place

"Aha smarter than I gave you credit for!" was the response the Yordle gave, hopping over to something large covered in a large curtain, without any hesitation he yanked it off revealing a large circular device. "I designed this armor set to be compatible with my new teleportation device! All you have to do is step through here and you should appear in the room right below this one! Easy yes?"

Things seemed simple enough, get into the suit, walk through a portal and job done, he decided it was a fair deal and simple laid back against the armor, the machinery quickly latching itself onto him encasing him. The suit whirred to life as bright orange shot out from the Y shaped visor that allowed him vision along with streaks across his legs. As the armor locked in, becoming basically skin to him synchronized with his sight and nerve system, words flashing across the visor until a robotic voice spoke "Project Yasuo initiated" he cocked an eye and turned to the two scientists.

"We thought we'd name it after you, since you are the one allowing all of this to occur and paving the way for the future it's the least we could do" Viktor explained.

He put his sword into the scabbard, orange light surrounding the blade, accepting it into its system "Fingerprint signature authenticated, sword integrated" the computerized voice stated in her monotone accent. He took a moment to get a feel for the new setup, it was surprisingly agile, not impairing his movement or perception in any real way. After getting used to his new arrangement, he walked up to the portal and prepared for what he assumed would be a quick and easy process, he couldn't be more wrong.

Heimerdinger began making all the preparations, pushing a multitude of buttons while Viktor was on a separate console doing the same. "All right, we've set the teleports power to 42%!" Heimer spoke as he began twisting knobs and typing in commands.

"Don't ask why 42 it's something about him and that number' Viktor answered Yasuo's question before he could even ask.

The portal began powering up, lights encasing its' outer frame only waiting for the signal to fully activate. Heimer put on his safety goggles and yelled "Watch out I'm about to do SCIENCE!" as he slammed on the activation button causing the portal to quickly spur to life, a massive ocean of energy encased the center of the portal forming a vortex. Yasuo stood in awe at the odd beauty of the sight before him, before noticing he was slowly getting closer "Warning, anomaly detected, gravitational pull extreme" the suit warned, causing him to go into alarm. He attempted to back away but the force pulling him in was too strong, "Uh guys!?" he shot a look to the two scientists who were frantically doing everything in their power to shut the machine down. The Vortex only grew in strength dragging him in despite his best efforts, the armor enduring the pressure of the rift as in the blink of an eye he was sent into the nether. The Two scientists simply looked at one another and shrugged, simply heading off to begin rebuilding their prototype for the next test run

A small forest west of Bruhl, several days after the Imperial Invasion

The Imperial assault on Gallia had taken the nation by surprise, most of the frontline crumbling within hours of assault. Bruhl was only a small town that laid in the path of the Empire's war machine, and despite the valiant defense of the town guard assisted by Welkin Gunther and his tank the Edelweiss they were unable to hold. Most of the refugees had evacuated to the capital leaving the road by the forest empty, only now were imperial forward teams investigating the area to prepare for the main advance. Some Gallian guerillas stayed behind to halt the advance, using what equipment they had to make life hard for the Empire. In this area a massive electrical surge opened a rift in reality, spitting out a lone swordsman onto the soft grass.

"Ugh damn it Heimer, that's the last time I trust some egg head" he spat out irritated by the obvious failure of the portal. Yasuo began taking in his surroundings, trying to get a bearing on where he was. "Huh, heavily forested maybe this is south of the great barrier? But there's roads here so civilization can't be far off… maybe this is near the bubbling bog? I need to find someone so I know where I can get directions" his train of thought was cut short by the sounds of gunfire and explosions nearby along with the sounds of dying men. Without hesitation he rushed towards the sounds of combat, his speed remarkably fast without the institute's restrictions in league matches. It only took him several minutes to reach the site of the clash, he took a spot atop a nearby tree to stay out of sight while getting a perfect view of the action.

The scene was already full of carnage as bodies littered small clearing in which the trap had been sprung. It seemed several Imperial soldiers had been caught off guard by guerilla snipers while others had fallen to homemade trip mines. Only a handful of soldiers remained with a woman in the center who seemed very out of place by her attire, yet she held a massive machine gun that spewed death in whichever direction it was pointed. The ambushes numbers had also thinned as their foes began to rally around the woman who Yasuo assumed was the commanding officer. She was quite the looker with her slim frame, modest bust, and flowing long white hair along with red eyes that many found unnatural, yet were beautiful with the certain glimmer they gave off. She was obviously a battle hardened warrior, keeping her cool under such a stressful situation. The skirmish ended abruptly as a wounded guerilla tossed a grenade into the circle of soldiers before his blood loss overcame him; the handful of troops remaining barely had time to react "grenade!" one of the soldiers yelled out as they all attempted to jump away but to no avail. The explosion spouted shrapnel in every direction, digging into the flesh of those unfortunate enough to be nearby. The woman in the center was lucky enough to avoid the main blast, but still had some fragments embedded in her arm and leg. Around her were the remains of her men, all dead from the explosive at such short range, she ignored her wounds and checked on her men, hoping to find some semblance of life. So involved in her attention to her soldiers, she didn't notice the lone guerilla walking up behind her with a rifle aimed at her skull.

Yasuo couldn't help but admire the woman, a commander who fought alongside her troops and actually gave a damn if they died under her command. He decided he couldn't allow her to die so dishonorably, she deserved a warriors death at least; as such he jumped to the tree above the two and descended like a hawk upon its' prey.

"Damn it" the curse escaped Selvaria's mouth as she finally accepted her entire scout force had been wiped out because she was too careless to expect resistance this close to the main army. She was unable to use her Valkyrian powers under Maximillian's orders forced to fight as a mortal woman though she paid it no mind. She heard the audible "click" of a rifle prepping to be fired, as she turned around she heard a strange ringing sound. Turning to face her aggressor she looked into the eyes of a Gallian guerilla, eyes wide and his body unmoving; moments later a thin cut mark formed a ring around his neck, slowly his head fell away from the rest of the body. She turned to the sound of metal meeting metal slightly to her left to see a strangely armored warrior returning his blade to its scabbard. Not knowing the name of her supposed savior, she reached for her gun slowly while addressing the armored man.

"Thanks for the help, I assume you're some new super soldier project the Empire sent us?" She questioned, the technology seeming far advanced than most nations had, and yet using a blade was quite strange in modern times; since he saved her she assumed he wasn't Federation or Gallian aligned.

"Empire? Never heard of it, in fact you and these men here look entirely alien to me mind telling me where I might be?" The metallic voice as well as the cryptic answer unsettled Selvaria, but she decided to play along.

"You're in a warzone, this is Gallia soon to be a new territory of the East Europan Imperial Alliance, and may I ask who you are?" the metallic visor met her gaze yet she couldn't see through it since Yasuo had changed the settings so his visor was tinted; he wasn't sure where he was and in Valoran many places had a bounty on his head.

"Just someone looking for a road home" was his plain answer, taking note of her injuries he decided they were minor but should be treated sooner rather than later. "Can you walk? Those shrapnel wounds look pretty nasty."

Checking herself, she found the strength to bring herself to her feet, though her movement would be impaired "I'll be fine thank you." She replied and regained her posture.

"By your outfit and how you handled that battle, I assume you're an officer is your camp nearby?" he took note of the dead, hoping one would have something useful to his whereabouts.

"Yes, our forces are to the east although I can make it on my own" Her pride refused to ask for aid yet her limp walk gave her away

"Yeah sure you are, I'll tag along just in case not like I have any clue where I am anyway" The swordsman answered with a slight chuckle as the two headed down the main road.

Silence reigned for several minutes as the two slowly made their way west, Selvaria unable to move any faster making the journey quite awkward until Yasuo decided to break the silence.

"So, mind if I ask you're rank? You seem to be quite high up judging by your uniform compared to that of your soldiers"

Selvaria saw no harm in indulging the man's questions for now "I am Selvaria Bles, Brigadier General of the central forces of the Gallian invasion front and aid to his majesty Maximillian." Her pride was obvious by the tone in her voice as she had served faithfully for many years now never failing her lord.

"A general? Heh that's a first, most generals simply stand behind their men as they order them to their deaths; it's refreshing to see some officers who give a damn about the lives they wager when they go into battle. Though your name is a bit long, I'll simply call you Sel" he chimed as the two continued their walk. Selvaria was surprised at someone paying her compliments, as most knew her name and reputation causing most to avoid her or simply shudder in her mere presence when speaking the simplest of words, yet this man addressed her as just another person, something that hadn't happened in quite a while. She actually didn't mind the nickname, as it was nowhere near the things she was used to being called which she mostly ignored.

This man seemed to adhere to a code of honor, much like Jaeger and herself to an extent which she could respect, she decided it was her turn to ask the questions "So, I've told you about myself mind indulging me with at least your name?" hoping to learn something about the mysterious man (or at least she believed he was by the voice) that kept her company.

"I guess that's fair, name's Yasuo consider me a simple wanderer." His answer still left her with questions so she continued to prod for answers "a simple wanderer isn't so well armed and doesn't become lost so easily in the common woods" she sniped back with a small laugh.

"A wanderer is never truly lost," he replied grinning inside of his mask, it was nice to have someone to talk to every now and then, especially with a sense of humor. "But yes I'm simply a wanderer, no profession to my name and no allegiance to any nation, I simply hunt someone who was responsible for a crime I was accused of" he replied in a more stoic tone recalling his past that always seemed to catch up to him.

His answer intrigued Selvaria "really? Where do you come from? Nobody has used swords as weapons since the industrial revolution came about, yet your armor is nothing the likes of which I've ever seen." She couldn't help but have an inkling of curiosity in her voice, this man was completely alien to almost everything she had ever encountered.

"A small island nation, named Ionia off the coast of Valoran, not too far from the mainland but enough to keep to themselves, and before you ask no I've never heard of Europa nor any nation of which you've spoken of, I assume that has something to do with that damn portal Heimer sent me through, damn Yordle." His annoyance with this "Heimer" person was evident by his voice but before she could continue the Imperial camp had come into sight.

"Huh, nice operation you got going on here" Yasuo could only admire how orderly and impressive things looked, tanks in tight formations ready to be used at a moment's notice as well as well armed and equipped troops drilling and keeping a watch out for anything coming their way. Selvaria only smiled in pride as the two headed to the camp, they were greeted by a scout keeping an eye on the road who quickly gave a salute to the general.

"General Bles! We heard gunfire from the forest, are you alright?" ignoring the armored man behind her for the moment.

"Yes I'm fine, though I need a medic to see to these shrapnel wounds, send a retrieval team to our patrol route, our men need to be buried" Her sullen tone displayed obvious guilt at the loss of her men, the soldier simply saluted and left without a word as a medic came up soon after and began tending to her wounds. All eyes in the camp quickly began to descend on the unknown soldier who arrived with the general, a crowd slowly began to form as the medic finished tending to Sel's wounds.

"It seems I've drawn quite a crowd" Yasuo noted, many soldiers not even trying to hide their stares of confusion. Selvaria simply smiled as she knew these looks all too well when she joined.

"You get used to it, after a while their either too scared to even glimpse at you, or avoid you all together." He could tell she was speaking from personal experience, though he was unsure as to why they'd treat her in such a way seeing as she seemed to be a fair woman and a caring leader. "So what made you stay? Surely you could've been on your way once we reached camp and yet here you are." Yasuo chuckled as she caught on quick "Well, you're an army and you're invading another nation so I'm going to assume you have maps, maps I'd like to use so I know where I am and where I'm going." He admitted, not wanting to sound like he used her for his own gain.

"Ah, well fair enough then come to my command tent and we may be able to guide you home" she invited her newfound friend. The two quickly headed into her tent filled to the brim with maps, plans, strategies, notes, uniforms and the like as Selvaria used this tent as her battlefield home. Bringing him to the main table she spread out a massive map of Europa, with every country listed with its' respective borders Yasuo took in the information presented to him, trying to pinpoint where Valoran would be but couldn't find any point of reference, meanwhile his suit scanned and stored the map in its databanks should the need arise later to review it.

"We are here" Selvaria pointed to a small nation stuck between two much larger countries colored in red for the empire and blue for the federation. "The principality of Gallia rich in Ragnite and soon to be assimilated into the Empire." Confidence emanated from her voice, assured of the Empire's invincibility, unknowing that a similar event of aggression befell Yasuo's homeland.

"I see… so it's a war for this "Ragnite" resource?" he kept overlooking the map, getting a feel for the terrain.

"Well Ragnite powers everything, isn't it the same from where you come from?" Selvaria had never encountered a person who hadn't heard of Ragnite, from war machines to medical supplies everything ran on it, especially with how advanced his armor seemed she was sure it ran on some form of the mineral.

"No, we use hextech, magic infused with technology thought it's not really my thing, I prefer a simple blade personally, and this was… a gift of sorts." He awkwardly noted as he must seem like quite the hypocrite.

Selvaria couldn't believe what he'd said, it was common knowledge magic was simply a myth made to explain what people couldn't understand, yet she believed him because she could tell no deceit in his voice. "I imagine you're parched after your journey from… well wherever you came from, drink?" She went into her cabinet which she rarely ever used since drinking was something she only did during formal meetings usually with Maximillian present. "Heh you have no idea" Yasuo had been dying for something even close to sake (Japanese alcoholic drink pronounced sah-ke). She poured him a glass and was curious as to how he would drink it with his mask covering his face. She was surprised as the helmet simply opened up, the visor unlocking and moving up while the left and right hinges moved to the side and the chin piece descended to be out of the way. He was a surprisingly young man with dark brown eyes and normal white skin. The look of many battles internal and external could be seen in his gaze. Despite his thirst he calmly grabbed the glass and drank it slowly, as if he was at a formal meeting with some royalty as to not offend them. Upon finishing his glass he seemed quite satisfied "Ah damn well that's the good stuff" he chuckled and went back to studying the maps presented to him. Deciding he could be a valuable asset, as well as a trustworthy ally she decided to make her proposal "we could use a man like you on the front, leading our armies to victory in his grace's name." she was hopeful she could convince him to join them in conquest but it wasn't meant to be.

"I appreciate the sentiment but the last time I tasted war was when my homeland was invaded by a larger nation wanting land and power, I wish you the best of luck Sel but this isn't my fight." He simply turned and walked out of the tent. Shocked at his response she just realized he had seen everything in her command tent, many compromising things that would greatly aid the Gallians she rushed out of the tent to catch him.

"Wait! Does this mean you're joining the enemy? I can't let you leave with what you just saw!" she hesitantly placed her hand on Ruhm, hoping dearly to not have to use it. Yasuo stopped in his tracks.

"I only wish to help the defenseless and make sure this place doesn't end up like my home almost did while trying to find a way home, so chances are I'll end up helping your enemies yes." A short silence increased the tension between the two, each side waiting for the other to make a move "But I promise you this, you entrusted secrets such as these to me as well as welcoming me into what was basically you're home, it'd be dishonorable to betray such trust; I give you my word I will speak nothing of what I saw in that tent on my honor I swear it." With that he resumed his silent march out of the camp, soldiers simply standing out of his way as he left. While she could have pursued him and tried to silence him for good, Selvaria couldn't bring herself to try and allowed him to leave in peace, knowing most likely they would meet again someday, albeit on a battlefield as foes rather than friends.

Hope you guys enjoyed this first chapter in what I hope will be a long series! Just to clarify I do plan to cover squad 7 and the Gallians a bit more, just this bit was more focused on Yasuo's arrival and his first meeting with Selvaria. I am going to be changing some events from the game but doing my best to keep faithful to the main plotline whenever possible so please tell me if I get something wrong or anything so I can go edit it I always appreciate constructive criticism. As I said im using the wiki as well as my knowledge of VC PC version so I hope I don't overlap into other games without knowing it. If you're curious on how yasuo looks just look up the project yasuo skin on league of legends or google images and imagine his hair black instead of white. Well that's about it so I hope to see you guys next time!