AN:So here's the sitch... I got an idea for this story dump to ease my mind off this shit and allow me to focus on my pre-determined stories. More and more chapters with MORE AND MORE SNIPPETS will be added to this as time goes on... And y'all get to vote which stories you wanna see via PM-ing me or reviews. So without further ado, here we are!
P.S. this is noted down as RWBY because(Most likely) most of these will be RWBY, but expect miscellaneous stories too.
1. Story title:Untitled Star WarsxRWBY story
Type:RWBYxStar Wars
A scream...
A scream of pain. It was all that it took to awaken the young man to his full potential... The scream of his Master, dying before him, gunned down by Clone blasters. A young Padawan now stood alone. The boy exhaled, looking about at the forest he found himself in and recalled how he got sent here. The same moment that a Thermal Detonator exploded in his room, he'd used the Force, unleashed a blast into the floor just as it exploded.
Whatever happened next was a blur. He was sitting idly in a meditative position, in the middle of a forest on an unknown and probably uninhabited planet. He felt much Light in the planet itself... But also an encroaching darkness. One that he felt mostly surrounded him. This forest in itself seemed full of it. Still, meditation allowed him to keep an ease of mind. He checked his belt for his weapons:A Blaster pistol, a Thermal detonator and finally, his own Lightsaber.
As time seemed to pass, he heard rustles in the bushes, the movement of creatures...
And four auras akin to the Force, yet much too different. He stood up on his feet as he heard the growling of creatures moving around him and unclipped the Lightsaber from his belt. It was an intricate design, similar to the long-lost Darksaber. His masters were amazed at his ability to forge such a weapon and the Crystal he took and managed to hold to create it. Igniting the weapon, a curved sword with a flat blade seemed to form, more akin to swords of old. It was tinted silver, unlike the Darksaber which's blade was a black with a white edge.
The creatures that approached the boy seemed intent on killing him. Oh, well... He turned about to face what seemed to be monsters made of shadow and bone, resembling animals from his old home. He watched them circle him, growling. Five of them, including a giant, bear-like creature. Wrapping both his hands around the hilt of the powered weapon, he stared eye-to-eye with the creatures coming from the treeline.
With a swift slice, the boy cut a creature in half as it lunged at him. He watched a second one approach and, utilizing the Force, halted its pounce mid-air, before throwing it hard into the trunk of a tree, sending bark flying and most likely breaking the Shadow Creature's back. He spun the Saber in one hand and watched as the others rushed him. He sliced the third and fourth's heads clean off, before the fifth raised its paws and tried to stab him with the claws.
He rolled to the left, dodging the attack, then sliced across its open belly, before jumping away as it struck the ground to try and kill him. The very stones below his feet shook as the boy jumped backward, landing on his feet. He once more twirled the sword in one hand and taunted the creature. It snarled, then roared and lunged at him with high speed. Drawing his Blaster, the boy quickly shot one of its feet, before leaping over its spiky back, slicing off some of the bone armor and, finally, cutting it in half...
With a swipe behind him, the boy brought up his blade inches away from a young girl's throat. She looked at him, silver eyes wide in terror. The boy paused for a moment, taking in the beauty standing before him. A girl with dark-red, choppy hair that gradually turned brighter as it reached the tips. She had a scarlet cloak fastened onto her black clothing with a pair of cross pins and she wore an even stranger set of clothing underneath it. A black and red skirt, a black corset with red lacing and finally, dark-red thigh-highs and black-red boots. A one-color-scheme set of clothing.
He deactivated the lightsaber and locked it back to his hip, doing the same with the pistol afterward. He watched as from behind the scared girl, three more unveiled. A white-haired one with snow-white clothing and azure eyes, a black-haired, amber-eyed girl with a bow and black clothing and a golden-hair bombshell with lilac eyes and revealing clothing. They all seemed awed at the boy... He placed his palms together in the Jedi greeting and bowed toward them, unsure if he should speak or not.
"Damn, dude..." The blonde said, a grin on her face. In Galactic Basic. Good. "That's a neat sword."
He simply nodded... He wanted to speak, but felt like something held him back... Then the moments of his master's death flashed before his eyes.
2. Story Title:Spartans at Arms-Operation Black Dawn
Type:HaloxRWBY/Mass Effect/Other Crossover
They were all around the young woman... She fought and fought against them, but every strike, every bullet fired out of her AR took more out of her than them. An Elite's shield's flashed. Purple blood spattered the orange sand below her and it collapsed with a thud. She heard another step behind her and elbowed him in the head hard, breaking the shields. She spun about and raised her rifle, the fired a long burst into the creature's body. Plasma scorched her armor and skin. She felt the coppery taste of her own blood in her mouth as Plasma rounds tore through her breastplate, charring it and severely damaging her internal organs.
Drawing her pistol, the woman fired at both Elites with both weapons, killing one with three shots from the Pistol and gunning down the other with the AR. She felt an Elite blindside her to the ground as her vision blurred from the wounds. Coiling her leg and kicking upward, she heard the crack of a hardlight shield, then dodged as her blurry vision recorded an energy gauntlet stabbing next to her head. And then blunt force trauma forced her to close her eyes, pained.
She heard an Energy sword hiss as it powered itself up... And three snap-cracks... Tasted something tarry, like blueberry combined with a load of salt... Managing to slowly open her eyes, she gasped as she saw an Elite that was about to kill her, laying on the floor, a hole in its massive head, replacing the left eye. She felt weight on top of her. Looking at herself, she saw a second Elite, blood flowing from a cavernous wound that split its head in two, laying on her, dead. Finally, ahead of her lay the last Elite, Energy Sword fizzling and hissing as the superheated blades turned ground to glass around it. It was flopped backward, limp... Dead.
A UNSC Marksman? But she was the last UNSC soldier on this side of Reach. Unless Jun... No, he was a good few hundred clicks away, with Halsey. Then who... She leaned her head fully back, to see light reflecting off a Sniper's scope. She saw a red laser trailing with interruptions through the dusty air, moving erratically. She gasped as she saw it snap upward and heard another snap and a crack. An Elite gargled blood ahead of her, falling to its knees, then limply flopping into the ground.
The girl soon realized she had to move... Pushing the Elite's corpse off of her and struggling to do so, the girl felt her muscles give out. She gritted her bloody teeth, pushing the damn thing off, then straightened up. She felt a stabbing pain surge throughout her body. Her bones and muscles, broken and healing, felt like they were burning worse than back in training. She swore as she tumbled to the side, then grunted and tried to push herself up using her hands. She dropped back down immediately...
Another sniper shot rang out, this one closer than its predecessors... Two grunts screamed painfully, before they dropped. An Elite roared in pain, kneecapped. The girl had to crawl... She'd have to get to the sniper, wounded as she was. Another shot, this one way closer... To her right. She turned over, drew her pistol and fired at two grunts and a Jackal about to pounce on her. All 3 died. She heard the roar of a Shotgun, then looked up to see it... Tar-black armor, a dark-blue visor. The armor was a standard-issue for Spartan Scouts. RECON helmet, a lot of combat rigging and webbing on his chest. She saw an emblem on the breastplate she couldn't make out, but the colors, red and blue...
"Alice!" The Spartan called out, his voice full of worry... Six's eyes widened, pupils narrowed. Her name... He called her by her name. And that voice. It couldn't be... He knelt beside her, checking her armor and wounds, then looked at her and said "You took a beating. I'll fix you up on the Bird, but for now, you gotta hang on. You copy? Nod once if yes."
She nodded out of reflex. The Spartan gave her a thumbs up, went to retrieve her broken helmet and ran back. He took out a canister of biofoam and utilized it. The self-sealing foam felt cold. She felt the pressure as her wounds began to heal slowly. She looked at the Spartan and struggled, attempting to talk to him. Nothing came out but air. He turned his head to her, then said reassuringly "Calm, Allie. I ain't here to hurt ya." before picking her up in a bridal carry. The girl panted, her breathing erratic.
"Stay with me, girl." The Spartan told her calmly. The girl faded in and out of consciousness. She knew the voice-and the Spartan whom it belonged to-all too well. His ID Tag, his name and by God his face... But ONI told her he'd been killed. Hell, that his entire team died hours before, in New Alexandria. Could they've been misinformed? It wasn't the first time it'd happened.
That'd have to wait... She felt an unbearable pressure and pain in her chest. The girl's eyes fluttered open slowly, allowing her to see a metallic ceiling above her. To her left and right, she saw a dozen chairs and above them, webbing holding equipment overhead. The girl tried breathing deeply, then coughed and groaned, to which she heard his voice again, this time not muffled by the helmet's speakers "Well, you're up..."
She looked over at the cockpit, to see him seated in the command chair, face visible as he'd turned to greet her... That smile. That warm, welcoming smile... The emerald eyes. The slick black hair. There he was... She froze up, feeling her throat become rash. The girl gritted her teeth, then planted her forehead on the grated floor, before looking up again and speaking in a raspy voice "A-Aiden?"
The boy smiled "Yeah. Sorry for the scare... I imagine ONI, before they bugged out, told ya the news of me and Fireteam Sabot goin' 'MIA'. Overexaggeration if you ask me..."he chuckled... and then sighed deeply gazing forward and out of the cockpit "I'm sorry about Noble, Alice... Honestly, I am. I know how it is to lose the whole team, just like you do." and he continued piloting "But alas, we're Spartans..."
"What are you doing?" She asked, seeing as stars appeared outside the ship. The boy nodded, then said "We're bugging out... Finding a ship that's at least still partially intact and slipspacing the hell out of here. Gotta find a way to that Rally Point set up by the Navy's remnants before shit hit the proverbial fan." and he leaned over to a console and tapped a few buttons.
"... Damn... So that's that?" Alice sighed, leaning back and trying to breathe normally.
"Mhm..." Aiden hummed, looking about and trying to keep the Pelican stealthed with as little movement from the Thrusters as possible. In the far distance, the young man could see the massive whale-like bodies of the Covenant vessels as they burned parts of Reach with their full and uncensored Plasma arsenal. With a deep sigh, he saw most of the world's sizzling ocean down below, turning into vapor as loose lasers hit them. With a deep sigh, the boy bit down on the anger and desire he felt to straight-up charge at them with his bird and instead opted to go further into the debris field.
Among it, he could see remnants from the space battle that had finished no less than five hours ago. UNSC Ships, cleaved in half by Plasma fire, peppered with holes from the lasers or just completely destroyed. On the opposite end of the spectrum, the lilac-grey hulls of the Covenant ships were on the far right of the field. Several corvettes and a CCS cruiser, all mostly intact save for the massive holes left by the MAC rounds in their engines and mostly across the bodies. There was also that sliced Covenant Supercarrier, courtesy of Noble Five, God rest his soul.
"Up for a ride on a Covenant ship?" The boy quipped. Alice chuckled, then groaned and say "Sure, why not... Can't be worse than sitting here."
He halted, hearing a comm ping, then heard Morse Code... He swiveled his head about and saw a UNSC ship, almost entirely intact save for half of its engine nacelle being missing. The Morse Code was sent in a strange way... The words made the lyrics of an old Finnish song. Njet Molotoff. It was an odd way to send a distress signal, to say the least, but hell if the Spartan could second-guess it... Most likely aboard was an AI that couldn't purge him or herself in the Cole Protocol and was trying to make a memorable, if somewhat funny, finale.
"AI Pinged us... I think it knows we're here." Aiden warned. Alice coughed, then told him calmly "I say we go swipe it... We'll bust the chip and blow ourselves up aboard a Covie ship if they find us."
"Color me impressed..." Aiden murmured as he brought the craft into a docking position with the UNSC ship. Landing quietly into the hangar, the Spartan grabbed his gear, sealed his suit and gave Alice her helmet back, before sealing that as well with Biofoam. He nodded to her, then said "Keep yourself safe until I come back. If any covie comes in here, ring me. You know my frequency."
"Aye..." Alice sighed, pushing herself to a seated position and drawing her handgun. "Go get the AI."
... Been waiting for over an hour. She could swear this was gonna go worse than usual, wasn't it?
3. Story Title:Strike World:Witches meet Reality
Type:World Witches ProjectxReal Life
Late 2017.
Ah, snowstorms...
The White Death...
Romania's mountainside wasn't so forgiving always. Thank God I lived where I live. The rock wall by my house, which was at the border of the city of Brașov, somewhere deep in the forest, a Husky pet to keep me safe, a hunting rifle, a PC, a fridge in an honest-to-god American kitchen, a bed, a couch, a large TV and a chimney. Nothing more I could ask for where I live. This was considered really high-quality shit, considering I lived in a cabin in the woods.
Thank fuck I got to it before I froze my fucking ass off. I pushed the door open, wiped my feet on the mat, threw off the excess snow on my coat outside, hung said coat and was immediately greeted by the slobbering, warm tongue of Hans on my face. I knelt, chuckled and pet the dog, then said "Good to see you, boyo." in my usually calm voice. Dumping what I had on my shoulder onto the floor(That being wet firewood that needed to dry), I sighed, then sat down on my beanbag chair and looked outside.
A thick layer of snow was already covering the pine trees outside and an even thicker layer, the path. Note to self:Soon as the pain in the ass that the snowstorm is finishes, I must go shovel my goddamn path. Until then, I sat and watched TV. Classic news and such shit, some times even a Cartoon or movie. I'd set everything to English on my TV, since I had plans of moving out to either UK or the US.
News. Boring. Slice of Life Harem anime. Boring. (Season was shit anyways)... I sighed deeply. Guess I could just take a short nap, then make dinner. I took a blanket and placed it over myself and leaned my head back calmly. Two or three hours sleeping's gonna be fine... Ah, sweet sleep. A calm feeling, a calm, calm feeling... I...
OR SO I FUCKING THOUGHT!
I stood up on my own two feet as a noise came from outside, grabbed my hunting rifle and walked toward the door. Scratching noises sounded off from its other side, so that was enough to get me thinking 'Maybe it's a neighbor coming to ask something at this hour', or 'HMM, MAYBE IT IS BEAR?'. But Hansel growled, glaring daggers at the door and that was enough to make me understand it was a human, most likely. My dog never liked other animals. No matter what, he got scared SHITLESS of them.
I held my rifle, which was loaded with about 3 bullets(Which should be enough to kill any human, since this is 7,92 rounds. A bit big for a hunting weapon) and approached. Gripping the door knob, I twisted and pulled it back and open. I gasped as, in my arms, fell a young woman covered in white snow. Some of said snow fell onto my greeting rug. Little time to worry about that. The girl was fucking freezing!
Pulling her inside and setting her down onto a rug, I shut the door before anymore cold air got inside, then turned to see her... By God, she was beautiful. Long black hair dotted with snowflakes due to the snow outside reached the middle of her back. It was straight, luscious and well-kept. She was young, with a pale complexion(Paler than before, at least) and amber eyes. She held her side as blood seeped through a cut on her left hip. A slash, more like.
I gasped, diving to check her wound, then grabbed my first aid kit and cleaned her wound. She gasped through already ragged breathing.
4. Story Title:The Warp's Veil:Dimensions at War
Type:Warhammer 40k x RWBY x XCOM Story
Guh... The Emperor damn warp travel without a ship. Was his stomach still there?
Whatever had happened had caught Lieutenant Phoenix by surprise. The young man had... Argh. They were fighting on Lorn V again, alongside the 412th and a few Felinids of the new 979th Black Cats regiment, as well as the Biel'Tan bunch. The boy coughed violently as an annoying ringing impaired his hearing. He could hear several dozen voices calling out separately at them. Shaking his head, the boy tried to clear his mind as he staggered to a seated position... And his hearing instantly came back.
"GET ON THE FUCKING GROUND!"
"DROP YOUR WEAPONS! DROP THOSE FUCKING WEAPONS!"
"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT, GET THE PSI-OPS UP!"
Those 3 and about 20 other expletives and orders were barked at the Cadian Lieutenant. He groaned in pain, then looked to his right... The Eldar was on her feet, her eyes shimmering with emerald lightning and an unbridled fury. All the while, his NCO, Sergeant Hark, was barely getting on his own two feet. Say what you may about the humans, the Kaskrin were tough fuckers. Finally, the Felinid, Fuzzball, he or she liked being called(Racist rhetoric much?) was already on his/her feet, bearing a catty grin on his/her face. Phoenix sighed, then stood to his feet and readied his Plasma Pistol, aiming it at the enemy.
"Rockets may be a bit of overkill, would you not say so?" He commented, his voice smooth as butter... Eyeing the soldiers around him, he saw they were some kind of paramilitary unit. They had what seemed to be stubbers and other bouts of heavy weapons. Their armor sets also included stuff made from alloys the boy hadn't ever seen before. The men(and the women, apparently?) surrounded them in a semi-circle.
The condescending voice of the Eldar came to him, the voice of a young one "So, you awaken, Mon'keigh."
"Sorry I've been out, Knife-Ears... Emperor knows, getting flung through the Warp like that's a pain in the ass..." The boy muttered, keeping his eyes locked on a man with a long-range stubber. A Sniper rifle, he noted. Most of the enemies looked... Scared? Worried? Emperor only knew, but they still seemed twitchy and ready to open up on them with every bit of their arsenal.
"Central," One of them spoke more calmly into an earpiece. He was a big man, tall, lean and musclebound. Bald and with piercing blue eyes, he stared at them as he continued "What do you want us to do with the intruders?"
"Leftenant, what the hell do we do?" Hark inquired, his voice muffled and slightly distorted by his helmet's speakers. He was holding his Hellgun close. Phoenix blinked, listening in, then said "Give me a moment, Sergeant..."
A voice came over the PA. The man sounded smart and careful, for an officer "Strike One, are the hostiles Aliens?"
"Uhm... Two negative. Two positive." The bald man noted.
"Bloody believe it or not, sir, one of'em's an Elf." Added a second soldier, a female. "The other's a cat guy." She then finished, keeping her eyes down her rifle's sight. The Lieutenant disliked where this went eitherway. They were called hostiles. The Eldar, he understood, but him and his compatriots? They were humans. The man ahead stared at them, gripping his own rifle tightly.
"Are the other two EXALT?" This 'Central' inquired.
"Negative... They look like Starship Troopers, sir." The bald officer noted.
The voice, though confused, said "Very well then, Strike One. Let's try to keep this civil, shall we?" to which the squad ahead turned to each-other, then nodded. Walking ahead of his group, Strike One said "We're here just to talk."
"The weapons you've pointed at us say otherwise." The Eldar responded with snark. Phoenix nodded, then said "Aye, that they do." to which Strike One nodded and showed his men to lower their weapons... The squadron soon held them close, barrels aimed at the floor. The Lieutenant sighed and with heavy heart, showed his men to lower their guns too. He locked his plasma pistol to his hip, then said "If you ask us to give our weapons up, we will shoot our way out."
"Not exactly a smart idea." Strike One returned.
With a dry chuckle, another member of the squad said "They'll be dead before they even managed to take one step outside."
"An Eldar, two Cadians, one of which a Kasrkin and an Felinid." Hark noted, probably grinning behind his mask "This is unfair." before he leaned his Hellgun on his shoulder. Phoenix looked to Strike One, then said "Let us begin politely, then, with introductions... I am Lieutenant Ryan Phoenix. Cadian 320th Infantry. The woman beside me is a Farseer of the Eldar."
"Eltariel." The woman nodded, glaring at all of the members of the squad.
"The man with the Hellgun is Sergeant Novis Hark, my NCO coming from the 412th Cadian. And a Kasrkin." Phoenix then continued.
Hark gave a laugh, then said "Trigger discipline's something you all seem to sorely lack."
"And finally, the Felinid is corporal Karan Ickos. He or... She prefers to be called Fuzzball, for some Throne-forsaken reason." The Lieutenant sighed deeply.
"Hey, y'all!" Karan said cheerfully.
"Is Fuzzball ambiguous about the gender because it's fun?" Strike one inquired. Fuzzball nodded, catty grin withstanding. Half the squad ahead sighed deeply, some annoyed, some worried. Strike One turned toward Phoenix, then said "I'm Field Commander Van Doorn. XCOM Project." to which the Lieutenant returned "Let me guess. Top-secret thing, need-to-know and all that. Only you can reveal your name because of certain rules."
"Uhm..." Van Doorn froze for a moment, then nodded.
"Man, it's like I'm dealing with the Emperor-damned inquisition all over again..." Phoenix sighed. "Just take us to meet this 'central' before we lose our patience."
5. Story Title:Untitled HaloxStar Wars story
Type:HaloxStar Wars:The Clone Wars Crossover story.
Premise:UNSC Infinity winds up in the SW:TCW universe, midway into the War.
AN:That's all for the first 'chapter' of this snippet/one-shot set. Tell me what y'all would like to see if anything. Will update this with more if the need arises.
Laters!