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Project Arclight

My eyes slowly open, a strange feeling filling my body. The first observation I make, is liquid. I see a bright orange liquid, from a small windowed dark room, or, what I assume a room. I am submerged, yet I feel at home. Home… what exactly does that mean? My mind gives me a specific answer, a place one lives. Lives? Life, to exist, to breath, I am… alive. I start to move, I tap the walls around me, hard surface. Metal, a very tough substance mined from the ground in an ore form, then, processed into building materials. I start to feel these, thoughts, these, memories, inform me of the world around me...

That's when the voices come, muffled at first, excitement, joy, shouts of "We've done it!" and "This is what we've worked for!". Confused, I move more, then the liquid starts to drain. I stand somewhat hunched over, not use to using my legs, and yet they work perfectly. A loud hiss, the dark door opens by lifting in front of, a pod of some sort that must be what I was in. I hear the cheers silence, and a clear sound of loud footsteps, and right in front of me is a very old man, bald, a dark gray beard, a white…Lab coat?

I step outside of the pod, and feel the chill of the room hit me hard and I shudder and to my surprise and the people surrounding me even more so, I feel comfortable. I hear clicking to both of my sides and when I turn to look at both sides, several white clad men, less like lab coats…more like, uniforms? I hear utterings from others behind the uniformed people, go somewhat unheard, but I hear one man, the older man in front of me in barely a whisper, "Astounding.".

"Stand down soldiers", this old man states calmly, and they seem to comply, his gaze never breaking from me. "I have been working for 17 years waiting for you. How do you feel?", he inquires calmly. Immediately, to my surprise, I answer, "Hungry. Otherwise, pretty good. How about yourself?", the man's face lights up in glee, and then it recedes, a residual smirk remaining. "My boy, you couldn't understand my elation right now, hungry however? I could understand that. Here, try this."

He hands me, to my surprise, two vials. One is filled with a dark red liquid, the other a black liquid. Both are quite viscous, Popping the corks o off, I stare at them. 'I said, hungry, not thirsty. Why did he-?', my thoughts are interrupted by a loud grumbling in my stomach, immediately, ingest the vials contents. Another shudder spreads across my body, as images flash through my mind, causing a sharp, almost unbearable, pain into my head.

"Doc, what's this about?", an Atlas military soldier states demandingly. "Colonel Rain, you are to be the one to give Oum his basic combat knowledge.", this' Doc', states with a smirk. "Like hell I am! I ain't trainin' no god-forsaken freak!", the Colonel states spitefully. The Doctor smiles sinisterly, snaps his fingers and two more men hold down the Colonel, he then makes a small cut into his wrist with a scalpel, letting the blood drip into the vial, despite his struggling. Upon it's filling, he nods to the other two men, and one snaps the man's neck.

A dark forest. I taste them, my prey. Their fear, their anger. I lick my teeth, and leap from cover. Pain in my legs, enraged I try to lash out met with a strong vibration, then pain in my chest. I collapse on to a frail looking human. I feel my life oozing from me, my pack will avenge me, and if they do not. She will.

A roar of pain and rage echoes from me as the images subside along with the pain, my arms convulse and pulsate, I feel my skin and muscles tear and twist reattaching, strengthening, my finger bones elongating and sharpening, as they finish, I fling my arms back, tearing the floor beside me and pose ready to strike. The clicks come again, and then I feel stinging through my body as the guns fire upon me, despite the head scientist yelling to stop. My eyes narrow on them, and I glide my new Claws through the two to my right, and to my amazement, a series of tendrils extend from me and start breaking down their bodies then bringing the new bio mass into me, sealing my gunshot wounds. I turn to the others and the man runs in terror, the woman is shocked, but shakes it off. She screams loud, "DIE YOU DAMN FREAK!" she unloads a whole clip aimed to my head, however I raise my claws in front of me, the bullets deflected by the super dense bones of my claws, and bouncing off my mutated musculature. When I hear her clip run dry, I ram two of my clawed fingers through her abdomen with a sickening squelch, and split them to the sides outward, splitting her in half, having just missed her spine, she stumbles forward, her spine now lacking the muscled support, collapses back bending back as her legs buckle forward. The popping sound assures me she is no longer a threat.

I look to my claws, a slight pant due to the fatigue of having formed due to the transformation. My arms degenerate back to my natural arms and I look to, 'Doc'. The glee on his face is sickening to my stomach, and right before he begins speaking, he is interrupted by a blaring alarm followed by a loud announcement. "Alert! Alert! Code Black! Oum has gone berserk! All units report to Lab 25 to purge! I repeat, Oum has gone berserk! All units report to Lab 25 to purge!" the alert constantly repeats…

I glare to the loud shouts coming to the lab from behind the slowly opening blast door, and turn to the back of the steel alloyed room, somehow knowing that if I can get through this wall, I can escape. By mere will, the Claws reform quickly, painlessly, and tear through the wall with some effort. As I get through, 'Doc' shouts, "Wait!". I stop briefly and look back to the still almost grotesquely smiling doctor, and he throws to me a card,. I stare at him confused, and reading the confusion he answers, "My keycard, use it to leave. I still have big hopes for you. In fact, due to the 'Hive mind' effect, I know you'll understand this. Leave Atlas, venture to Vale, and approach Beacon's Headmaster. He will know how to help you. Good luck…". As he ends that statement, the sealed blast doors open and now armored troops with heavier weapons and Atlesian Knights swarm in. Doc, gains a fake look of terror and hides under a nearby table, as the Atlesian military opens fire, I sprint knowingly through the halls.

I sprint with inhuman speeds to the hangar. Against my instincts, I use the provided card. To my shock, it works, opening the hangar door, and rush through. Spying a single unmanned small Bullhead, I hop inside the airship. I fire up the engines, and begin take off, just as the facilities forces arrive, opening fire upon my vessel, I take off into the tundra skies of Atlas. My destination set. The dream of one of the men I cut down and…Absorbed? Consumed? Consumed. That consumed man's dream? To raise a sun so he can become a huntsman. The man was a retired Hunter, an Arc. Looking into the glass, seeing his blonde hair and bright blue eyes, I think brefly. "Jaune Arc.", I say it aloud, deciding my name with a nod. Heh, short, sweet, rolls off the tongue. I bet ladies will love i-, I am interrupted by a painful regurgitation on the cockpit floor. Great, airsickness , the Arc family weakness… I sigh, but shrug putting in Beacon's coordinates focusing on the travel, trying to mentally beat my new…. 'curse'.

A/N: Good News Everyone! I Ain't dead! And I with my return, I bring to you, a new story. If you've ever played PROTOTYPE, you understand where this new Jaune comes from. Hope you'll enjoy it.

To fans of my other two stories "Remnant's Roadie" and "D'Arc Souls", they will be returning soon. I got my fire back. However, "D'Arc Souls" is being re-written due to a few snags in my idea book. "Remnant's Roadie", may very well be updated within a day or two.

I give my thanks to my boys in the Hivemind for helping me get my writer spirit back, and for a few extra ideas. Expect some new stories, and a shorter update/upload period. Ya know, better than several months.

Until Next Time,
-Ya boy, Nexus Bladeguard.