OCS:
Elaidien: Female Blood Elf(AKA First Lieutenant Elysia)
Lothaecan: Male Human(AKA Corporal First Class Logan)
Advisor First Class Jackson: Human male on Earth
Head of Digital Operations Amanda: Human female on earth. Head of Digital Operations.
(there will be little Easter Eggs in this story, Let me know if you find them! First one is the zip code in the first line)
December 5th, 2018, 0400, "7th Street", Unknown, USA, 1994-11
The words spoken by the man had been the final straw for her. All of the hard work Elysia and her two best friends and fellow guild mates had put into the game were thrown away by a simple sentence. "We will be shutting down the game after this expansion is finished."
The silence in the crowd was almost tangible.
And then all hell broke loose. Threats and curses were thrown at the man who worked for the company that ruined her favorite game. Pandemonium broke out and Elysia felt herself getting pushed around by a mix of men, women, and demons. Wait, demons? When she had realized the latter species was present, it had been too late, as a pit lord rammed a fel-fire infused sword through her back, skewering her backpack and exiting the front of her chest. Her skin burned as her heart and lungs melted around the sword.
Elysia's head flew up from her folded arms, instinctively reaching for the spot on her chest where the sword had been poking out of. After confirming she still had an intact chest and slowly regaining her breath, she realized she fell asleep at her desk. After glancing at the alarm clock on her desk, sighing as she realized she only had two hours of sleep, she began looking at the destruction around her.
Her usually spotless floor had clothes and papers strewn across it, from her intense studying. Her waist-high wooden desk was cluttered with lore books and figurines of various World of Warcraft characters. Her packed travel bag was stuffed into the corner of her quarters.
Unlike most teenagers her age, she didn't attend school or go to classes. Hell, she didn't even legally exist technically. After her parents, who were both world-renown programmers, were murdered by a common street thug, she was approached by a government organization known as TDNR. The Digital November Ring. They were a secret high tech black ops group who were responsible for taking down corrupt digital media companies and restoring them to a better version. After the announcement involving the shutdown and the end of the most recent expansion, TDNR cleared us for action. Today was our last day on Earth until this was all fixed.
"Elysia, It's time." came a male voice from the corridor.
"Thank you Logan, tell the Sarge that I'm running a tad bit behind for me will ya?" she replied while stripping. She heard a snort emit from Logan but his retreating footsteps told her he would. After a quick, cold shower and freshening up, Elysia inspected herself in the tall, full-body mirror.
Elysia had always been attractive when she was younger, but now she was drop-dead gorgeous. Five foot six inches of pure beauty. Her short, dirty blonde hair partially covering one of her sea-blue eyes. Her small nose and thin lips contrasted with her high cheekbones beautifully. Her body was a sight to behold as well, with flawless firm breasts and a nice round ass. Legs that belonged in catalogs accompanied her muscled arms. She had a toned, muscular body that was flawless save for three short scars about an inch below her breasts where she had been stabbed by her parent's murderer before returning the favor tenfold to his face.
She felt a pang of sadness before shaking her head and getting into her black skinny jeans and a tight fitting black T-shirt. Throwing on her black converses and grabbing her fatigues, she works her way through the long corridors of the compound. She arrives at the briefing room a couple minutes later, spotting her two squad-mates, who she had met through the organization twelve years ago.
Jackson and her had been a couple since they had both turned 25 three years ago. Towering over her at six foot two, Jackson was extremely handsome. His dark muscular arms had always been mesmerizing to her. They had always joked that he was Jamie Foxx's brother, as he looked exactly like him minus a long scar that traveled from his right temple, over his eye, and down to the bridge of his nose. A gift from a mugger during his days of being homeless before joining TDNR.
Logan was a bulky guy who was a genius at anything science related. While he looked like a defenseless but fit nerd, he had over twenty years of martial arts training, had been a Navy SEAL for half that, and had served in both Afghanistan and Iraq. He was deadly at more than one thousand yards and had over five thousand confirmed kills. With two Silver Stars, three Purple Hearts, and a Medal of Honor. He was a hardened killer who had the scars to prove it. The biggest scar being the burnt skin on the right side of his body from a Molotov cocktail that had been thrown directly at him while he was dragging the two pilots from their downed chopper. The charred skin covering most of the area from his thigh up to his neck.
When Elysia had heard about this, she had asked him how and why he continued when he was clearly damaged enough to be discharged, The sad, haunted look in his eyes had been seared into her mind forever as he replied with a hoarse, monotonous voice,
"Those two pilots I had dragged out of that Chinook died in my arms. My brother and his best friend died in my arms. My brother told me before he died, to take his clothes that weren't burnt and their first aid kits so that I could make the ones who did this pay. I promised to do so and I kept that promise. I hid my burned skin in public and treated it in private. Then one day, while I was re-bandaging it, a Private had entered the washroom, having forgotten his dirty trousers. He mentioned the injury to the CO and I was brought into his office. When he asked what happened and I told him, he had crossed the room and brought me carefully into a bear hug and told me that he understood and that I was both the hardest man he had ever met, and the biggest dumbass he had ever met. He said he would give me two more months to uphold my promise and then he would be forced to discharge me. I spent those two months killing every single infidel in Iraq that I could. When we killed Osama, I packed my bags and came home. TDNR came to me a couple months later and I've been here ever since."
The two men sitting at the table looked up upon my arrival and smiled at me.
"Now that we are all here, does everyone know the details of this Op?" Amanda asked us, nodding in approval at our confirmations. She reached into her pockets and pulled out a small black and white cube. "This is the User Interface Alternator, or UIA. This is how you will be in contact with us when you get to Azeroth. This cube can be transformed into a keyboard that can directly edit the software of the game. When you arrive, head to Stormwind Keep and stand by the gates, Jackson will meet you there in game. When you use the cube, you will be able to act as a quest giver for Jackson and myself. Since we can't choose a specific time in the Azeroth timeline, we will be in the dark on where to begin. After contacting us, get both the Horde and Alliance leaders in the same place. Do whatever it takes to complete the mission, even if it compromises your identity. Be careful and vigilant. Meet Jackson at the Lion's Pride Inn every other night at 2100 realm time. Gear up and meet back here in five minutes. Understood?" Nodding, the trio saluted their CO, and left the room. After kissing Jackson good, Logan and Elysia set off to the vault.
December 5th, 2018, 0600, Vault, Unknown, USA, 1994-11
Five minutes later they emerged from the vault. Logan, being the badass he was, was kitted out in a ghillie suit with a brown bandanna wrapped around the lower half of his face, with a Remington 700 sniper rifle strapped to his back and a bulletproof vest, while Elysia had donned her preferred solid black, bulletproof, spec ops armor and her black balaclava that covered her entire face save for a slit across the middle of her face, revealing her piercing blue eyes and the very beginning of her nose. Equipped with two AR15s, three Glock 18s, and their Standard Agency issued serrated combat knife. Two duffel bags hung across both of their backs and a small black container was in Elysia's hands. Both of Elysia's bags were filled with 5.56 clips while Logan's contained explosives, tactical grenades, and first aid. In the black container was extra 9mm ammunition and her WoW lore books. The two set off to the briefing room and were led to a tarmac with a large stationary vehicle that was being held up by supports
Logan's eyes narrowed and his heart skipped a beat. Unpleasant images of his time during the war flashed through his mind, before he shook his head to clear them. The vehicle was a Chinook. The helicopter was massive in size and surprisingly void of its propellers. Logan noticed two pipe-shaped tubes, that looked very similar in shape to the engines of the F14s he had seen flying overhead so often, on either side of the chopper that connected it to the electrical platform it was above. A loud humming was coming from the platform as they climbed the ladder, and strapped themselves into the seats of the chopper. Elysia and Logan pulled out their key-cards and placed them into the slot and turned them to the right.
"Insertion Procedure Activated. Greetings Sergeant Major Logan Barren Frazier and First Lieutenant Elysia Sarah O'Harrow. Please make sure the inertia belts and gravity-harnesses are firmly buckled and you are completely strapped in." The two gave an audible confirmation that they were indeed all strapped in. "Insertion in five, four, three, two, one. Good Luck Agents."