Hello folks, this is bluepoetry back with another fanfiction in my list. Be warned, I won't be taking the video game rules and physics of Command and Conquer too seriously so expect some liberties being taken in regards as to how units work. Anyways, enjoy the story.
DISCLAIMER FOR ALL CHAPTERS: I do not own Command and Conquer nor RWBY. The rights belong to their owners.
Freedom Fighter
Chapter 1: Familiar Struggle
Outskirts of Hamburg, Germany
1600 Hours
All was lost. Despite the Chinese being outnumbered and outgunned, they have outfought the best of the GLA and finally managed to destroy the last of the GLA's strongholds in Europe. The members of the terrorist organization have fought to the bitter end, only to succumb to the might of the Eastern Dragon's fire and fury.
If there was one thing that the rebels could at least take solace at, it was the fact that they managed to humiliate both the Americans and the Chinese time and time again. The rebels made fools out of them even if it had all led to this. However, such thoughts of solace disappeared under the sound of heavy gunfire as a group of fleeing rebels are currently making a desperate attempt at survival.
One of them stood out among the group. He was dressed in soviet-era body armor and helmet worn underneath a dusty khaki military uniform. Over his "uniform" are numerous pouches and pockets as well as holsters for his many guns. He carries an AK-47 in his hands equipped with a bayonet and a scope. On his back was a well-maintained machete.
This was Azrail. No surname, just Azrail. His face sweated as he led his band of freedom fighters away from Hamburg. He had initially hoped that the Chinese would be too busy scouring the former American base for remnants of his fellow brothers only to encounter a patrol along the way. Now he and the rest of the men under him are running for their lives as they made for the forests surrounding the city, hoping to evade the soldiers after them.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
"AAAAAGHHHHH!"
One of the rebels falls down in agony. The rest stop to aid their fallen comrade, firing at their pursuers to to allow the others to help him. Azrail kneels beside his fallen comrade, shooting at the Chinese before turning to the downed rebel.
"Brother! Can you get up?!" asks Azrail.
The rebel writhes in pain and looks up to Azrail with pleading eyes. "Leave me! Save yourselves! I will only... ugghhh... slow you down!"
"And leave you at the mercy of the Chinese?! NEVER!" shouts Azrail, lifting him up by the shoulders as the two limped away with their fellow rebels.
"We're too slow! You have to leave me!" pleads the injured rebel.
"You know what the Chinese do to their prisoners!" says Azrail.
The injured rebel grits his teeth. The whole group would be caught at this pace and he didn't want to be a burden to his comrades. Turning to Azrail, he motioned for him to set him down against a utility post. Grabbing his AK he waves his left hand at his comrades.
"Go my brothers! I will hold them off!" the rebel points his gun towards the direction of their pursuers.
Though conflicted, Azrail nods and, in an act of brotherhood, hands him an extra magazine.
"Make every bullet count." he says, giving one last hug of comfort to the rebel before turning to his men.
"You heard him! Let's go! Let's go!" orders Azrail as the rest of the rebels depart with one less man with them.
As the rest of the rebels flee, the lone rebel continues to aim down his sight waiting for Chinese soldiers to appear in his sights. Soon enough, one Chinese soldier is centered in his sights as he pulls down the trigger.
Later
The sounds of rapid gunfire was heard by Azrail's group before it abruptly stops, signaling another dead freedom fighter. However, they had no time to mourn as they continued to run deep into the forests to avoid their pursuers. Soon, they came upon a small clearing where they stopped and took a breather before they were to resume.
"I... huff... I think we lost them." says one rebel.
"It is not over until we leave this continent for good." says another.
Azrail looks to his fellow rebels and does a headcount. Overall, there were thirteen of them still alive, including him. After counting, he sets his rifle down and takes a breather recalling all that has happened leading to their situation. They have been one of the best units in the GLA's whole army. All of them were orphans with nothing left to lose against the tyrants of the middle east and the powers that supported them. He himself did not even know his name and was given his current one after his and his unit's exemplary performance against their oppressors.
He had been with the GLA since Momar Deathstrike's rise to power, and now he and his comrades will live to see his and the GLA's downfall.
His thoughts were interrupted when an explosion occurred near him, blasting apart two rebels. The rebels look to the source of the explosion only to discover, to their dread, a tree being knocked down revealing an Overlord Tank with a gatling cannon attachment on top.
"OVERLORD TANK!" shouts Azrail.
The rest of the rebels quickly run and take cover behind rocks and trees as the gatling cannon above the tank starts revving and shooting at them. One unlucky rebel is mowed down as the rest hide, careful not to let any of their body parts exposed.
Soon Chinese soldiers move forward, having used the tank as cover before shooting at the rebels.
Azrail cursed his luck. It would seem as if they were cursed by whatever god to die today for their actions. The thing about Azrail, he was not very religious compared to his brothers. He had always cursed whatever god there was for their suffering. While most would justify that deities have a plan, he never bought into that BS. Ironic considering the origin of his name.
As they continued to take cover, the Chinese soldiers advanced towards their position, shooting all the way. Azrail noticed this and began to formulate a plan to take down the Overlord Tank. Thinking of various solutions under fire, he quickly realized what must be done in order to save the rest of his squad. Under cover and with the noise of gunfire obstructing oral communication, he signaled his men to lay down covering fire.
The rebels did so, exposing themselves and shooting back against the Chinese, managing to take down a few of them. Azrail meanwhile took all of his smoke grenades and threw them at the clearing. Said clearing was small enough so that the entire field was covered with smoke.
The Chinese soldiers were soon coughing, struggling to escape the smoke-covered field. Though out in the open, the smoke had the adverse effect of shielding the Chinese soldiers from rebel gunfire. Hard to hit a target when you can't see it after all.
"What's Azrail doing?! I can't see!" exclaims one rebel.
"I don't know! He- he's running towards the field!" exclaims his partner.
While the field was covered in smoke, Azrail ran towards the field of smoke, ignoring the Chinese soldiers struggling to get their bearings. Soon, Azrael managed to reach the Overlord Tank and took out a grenade and a pistol, climbing towards the turret hatch of the tank. Soon, the smoke started to clear and the Chinese soldiers saw Azrail climbing the top of the tank.
Seeing this, the soldiers drew their weapons and opened fire. Azrail gets hit two times behind his back, making him grunt in pain. However, they weren't the only ones to see him climbing the tank.
"Look! He's climbing the tank!" shouts a rebel in shock.
"Don't just stand there! Give him covering fire!" orders another.
The rebels give him covering fire, diverting some of the Chinese attention away from Azrail. As the firefight rages, Azrail, though bleeding, manages to reach the top hatch tries to force the hatch open. Hearing the commotion, one of the tank's crew members opens the hatch with pistol in hand and manages to shoot Azrail three times, two in the chest and one in his left shoulder.
"Arghhh!" cries Azrail, dropping his grenade.
Enduring the pain, Azrail takes aim and pulls the trigger two times, killing the Chinese tanker. Seeing the hatch open, he pulls another grenade from his pouch, pulls the pin and drops down the hatch and into the turret. This did not go unnoticed by the crew members inside.
"SHIT! THERE'S A REBEL HERE!" shouts one Chinese tanker.
"HE HAS A GRENADE! KILL HIM AND THROW IT OUT!" shouts another.
As the tankers start grappling with Azrail, he managed to fight them off, keeping the grenade out of their reach. Smirking as the timer counted down, he shouted his last words, the same words that ignited the whole war back in Beijing.
"VICTORY IN DEATH!"
In the forest clearing
The gun battle in the forest clearing has lasted for nearly an hour with mounting casualties on both sides, more so for the Chinese. Although the Chinese lost more soldiers, it was a loss they could take. Normally it would be the same for the GLA.
But here they were, few in number and taking losses they could not afford. Two more of their brothers had been lost in the ensuing battle. Should Azrail fail to take out the Overlord Tank, they were all doomed to die.
Just as the smoke cleared completely, the Overlord Tank exploded, the turret flying into the air from the magazine detonation. Seeing this, the Chinese looked on in horror as their morale dropped while the rebels cried in joy and redoubled their efforts in combating the Chinese.
With mounting losses and their support gone, the Chinese retreated all the while taking hits from the rebels who have now come out of their cover to engage their enemy more directly. As the last of the Chinese was nowhere to be seen, the rebels stopped and cheered victory and praises to God. But as their cheering died down, they all took a moment to stare at the remains of the Overlord tank.
The thought of their dead comrade's sacrificed replaced their initial exuberance with a sense of loss and mourning. Another brother has died today, and God has willed that it be the man who lead them throughout countless battles against their oppressors. Some of the men held their gazes down as a sign of sorrow while others openly cried for the death of their brother.
After few seconds of mourning, the rebels departed, having said their final farewells to Azrail's soul and wishing him well in the afterlife.
"Through your sacrifice, we live." says the new leader of the rebel group.
Looking ahead he mutters one last sentence. "And through it, we shall rise again, as we always have."
Unknown place, unknown time
Azrail woke up, stretching his neck as well as rubbing it. Looking around, he could see that wherever he ended up, it was nothing but a slightly misty white void. If this was supposed to be Araf, he certainly didn't like it.
Checking himself, he was surprised to see that all of his wounds are gone and that the bullet holes on his clothes have vanished. He was also surprised to see that he was fully stocked with weapons and ammunition.
"At least I get to keep my equipment." Azrail thought.
Looking around, he could see that there was no one to talk to and that he was alone, but he dismissed the idea. Nowhere is ever fully free of any organisms. Even the bottom of the ocean houses life. Walking around, he did not feel as if he was going anywhere. After some time, he gave up and just sat on the ground, rifle rested on his lap.
Looking up, he spoke. "If there is a god out there, show yourself so that we can begin my judgment."
As he spoke this words, a black mist started to form in front of him, startling him and causing him to stand erect with his gun pointed at the mist. The black mist started to take the shape of a man. It was featureless aside from the shape as he could not discern any features like a nose, eyes or even a mouth. It was a lot like a person's silhouette.
Aiming at the figure, Azrail questioned it. "Are you a god or a demon?"
The figure brought its right hand against its cheek while the other hand rested under its right elbow before speaking in a male voice. "Now this is interesting."
"What is?" asks Azrail still aiming at the figure.
"You are human, but not of our making." the figure said.
"What do you mean? Who are you? Where is this place?" asks Azrail.
The being walks around Azrail a few times, as if to gauge him and see what he is capable of. While the being walks, Azrail lowered his gun a bit, just enough for him to quickly raise it should the being try to attack him.
"I can see your history," says the being before continuing. "A world of humans and only humans, fighting and killing each other for even the most miniscule of reasons."
The being laughs as Azrail narrows his eyes. "You did not answer my question." says Azrail.
The being stops and answers him. "For your first question, yes. I am a god. That's all you need to know."
Azrail frowned at his answer, but decided not to press for further information about his whereabouts. Instead, he asks a different question. "Why am I here, am I not to receive judgment?"
The being turned its head quickly towards him as if he said something funny. "Judgment? You're not even our creation."
Azrail raises an eyebrow before the being continues.
"Sure you look human, but you were not made by us." the being said.
The being walked closer to Azrail until he was just about a foot away. "You may be different, but that only makes you amusing to me." says the being.
Turning from him, the being takes a few steps away before stopping. "I wonder how you would fare if I were to drop you into our world?"
Azrail was alarmed. "What do you mean your world?"
The being seemed to grin as he spoke. "Dropping you into another setting would be amusing. Perhaps it's time to shake things up a little."
With that, the being suddenly darts towards Azrail and plunges his right hand inside his heart. To an outside observer, it would seem that the hand simply phased through Azrail's skin, but Azrail felt his heart being gripped by the being in front of him.
"Accept my gift human," said the being as his body started to glow. "You will need it for your future struggles in this new world." The being retracted its hand as Azrail recovers and shouts at him.
"What did you do to me?!" shouts Azrail.
The being ignores his question as he casually waves his hand, causing Azrail to begin turning to dust and scatter from the force of a nonexistent wind. Azrail briefly panics and reaches out to the being, only for it to reply. "See you on the other side."
With that, Azrail completely disappears from the void.
With that done, the being waited for a while before a figure materialized in the shape of a man. Unlike the former, the latter shone like the sun and, like the sun, was filled with fiery anger at what the former being had done.
"Where is he brother?!" demanded the lighter sibling.
The darker sibling replied. "Gone. I sent him to Remnant to cause a little change in the current events."
"And you thought it wise?!" asks the lighter sibling.
The darker sibling merely shrugged before saying, "So what, if he causes even more mayhem.. well... serves our children right that I bring someone of his caliber into this feud."
The lighter sibling frowned before saying, "I hope for your sake that he doesn't cause even more chaos than there already is."
The darker sibling simply vanished, leaving the lighter sibling all alone in the void.
Unknown forest, Sanus
Azrael opened his eyes only to see light. Looking around, he appeared to be in some sort of forest, miles away from civilization. He quickly checked himself, once more finding that he was fully equipped for battle, but not for survival. Cursing, he looked to the skies above to determine the directions.
After some time, he decided to go west, walking through thick vegetation as he searched his surroundings for anything that might help him. After a half an hour of walking, he stumbled upon a dirt road. Upon closer inspection, he could see fresh tire tracks, so he decided on going that direction of the tire tracks.
While walking, he starts thinking about his brothers back home. Were they still alive? Did they make it out? Was the GLA gone or would it rise again? Asking all these questions made him feel hurt inside as the pain of losing your comrades starts to affect him. Tiny teardrops fall from his eyes before he wipes them off. Wherever he is, he would stay strong so that he could fight against global tyranny, whatever shape it may take.
"Wherever I may be, I will stay true to the cause" he thought.
Suddenly, his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of gunfire. Surprised, he began to run towards the source of the commotion. After a while he stumbled upon a firefight. Careful not to be seen, he hid behind one of the trees and observed the fight unfolding in front of him.
A convoy of three trucks have been ambushed by what looked like bandits. What intrigued him the most were the occupants of the trucks. They were dressed in white and blue robes with hoods. On their backs were insignias featuring a blue panther head. The only ones who stood out among the group are man with red hair, a mask and dark clothing, a woman looking like a tiger, a girl with a mask and shorter dark clothing and lastly a bear of a man wearing blue.
The tiger woman made him very intrigued. She had a pair of cat ears on her head and they did not look like decorations if their twitching was any indication. If he remembered correctly, the god from before said that he lived in a world of humans and only humans. Perhaps this is what he meant by that.
Observing the commotion, he tried to made out who was in the right and who was not. Suddenly, the big man stood up and began to speak towards the assailants.
"Please! We're just trying to pass through!" pleads the big man before a shot forced him to take cover.
"Well you animals passed through the wrong town." said one of the assailants.
Frowning at the assailant's choice of words, he deduced that the so-called "animals" were in the right. However, he refrained from interfering and wanted more proof to see if they were in the right. The big man from before stood up slowly and began to speak again.
"There's no need for violence-" he is interrupted when he is shot by the same assailant who called them animals. To Azrail's shock, the man was enveloped in some sort of blue force field protecting him from injuries.
Deciding that he's seen enough, Azrail loads his gun and quietly yet quickly moves behind the assailants to surprise them. Once in position, he momentarily pauses and looks in surprise as the red haired man from before leaps over the truck and starts attacking the assailants. To his further surprise, his strikes do not leave the hostiles bloodied on the ground.
Looking closely, he could see some sort of protective field around each of the assailants. Deciding to question it later, he deduces the need to unload more than one round and switches his AK to full auto. As he aimed down his sights, he saw a man take aim at the red man's back with a shotgun and decided to aim for him.
Just as the man was about to pull the trigger, a stream of gunfire sounds unfamiliar to both parties fill the air. The assailant with a shotgun is struck five times before going down. The red haired man looks behind in surprise as an assailant behind him goes down. Looking at the source, he is surprised to see a man in some sort of getup and rifle hiding behind a tree.
Deciding to deal with the unknown later, he continued to fight the other assailants with great speed and ferocity.
Azrail was picking targets left and right with his rifle, managing to bring a few down. Though to his frustration, none of them have been killed, only incapacitated. Still, it was something. Having had enough of firing behind cover, he moved out and started firing while walking, taking out more hostiles.
With the White Fang convoy
Sienna had cursed their luck when they tried to pass through a human town. Said town responded by ambushing them on the way when they were doing nothing to incite hostility. Truly, this was a legitimate reason why the organization should be more active and hit back for all of humanity's transgressions. Ghira may not see it, but if faunuskind is to survive, they must take a more forward approach when it comes to getting respect.
Out of nowhere gunfire erupted. It wouldn't have mattered if not for the sounds being vastly different from what they were hearing beforehand. Looking up from her cover, she could see humans being struck down by an unknown individual.
"Someone else is there!" shouted one of the faunus.
"Whoever it is, I hope he's friendly!" said a female faunus.
The gunfire continued as more and more humans started falling leading to less gunshots heading towards them. With this in mind, the convoy began firing back, secure in the knowledge that the humans' numbers have decreased to the point of it being less than even.
Meanwhile with Adam, he was taking out humans left and right with sword swings, strikes and combos. Unfortunately, one of the humans went crazy and charged the convoy while yelling hoping to kill someone. Seeing this, Adam swiftly moved towards the main and sliced him hard causing blood to splatter along the side of a truck.
After the fighting settled, the rest of the White Fang got out of their cover knowing that the fighting has stopped. While Adam and the others looked down on the corpse that Adam made, a couple of humans appeared behind a tree.
Seeing what was done to their fellow townsfolk, the female of the duo yelled. "YOU'RE ALL FREAKS!"
The duo turned to the opposite direction to escape. Before Ghira could berate Adam, the convoy heard two gunshots coming from the direction where the humans disappeared. With all eyes looking at the direction of the gunshots, they heard the sounds of footsteps on grass as a figure stepped out of the tree.
Said figure was weird looking. He wore a helmet and body armor with numerous pouches and pockets as well as holsters for weapons. Speaking of weapons, he was armed with what looked like an archaic rifle slung on his back and a smoking pistol in his right hand. He also had a machete strapped to the side of his left leg. But what stood most out of his appearance was that he was undeniably human.
This caused the White Fang grunts to tighten their hold on their weapons just in case the human tried anything funny. Before anything bad can happen, Sienna walked forward and spoke first.
"Are you the one who came to help?" asks Sienna.
Azrail looks at her with a stony gaze before replying. "I heard gunshots. Heard the man call you animals. Saw which side to take."
Before Sienna could ask further, Adam butted in. "And why would a human chose to defend us?"
Ghira moved to defuse the situation. "Now now. Let's all calm down. There's already been enough bloodshed."
Azrail walked towards the corpse beside the truck and examined it. Looking near the hands, he could see what looked like a revolver. He picked it up and examined it. The bullets were nothing special, but the cylinder had some blue-green coloring to it. He studied the weapon and searched the corpse for whatever bullets he had left.
Seeing that he might not take the death of a fellow human, Ghira felt the need to explain themselves. "We're sorry for his death, we simply wished to pass through-" His apology was interrupted when Azrail cocked the revolver and shot the corpse in the head.
Shocked at the callous display in front of them, the group can only watch as Azrael lifted the gun and gave it praise.
"Not bad." he said before holstering it.
He turned towards Ghira who was still shocked at what he did. "I'm sorry, what was that you were saying?"
Ghira finally managed to regain his bearings and shouted Azrail. "That was unnecessary! His life was already lost! Have some respect for your fellow person!"
Azrail scoffed. "And what would I care about some dead infidel. He was an oppressor. His kind are not worth respecting."
Raising an eyebrow at the word oppressor, Sienna decided to test him by asking him a question.
"And what would you know of oppression?" asks Sienna, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Enough to know that sacrifices have to be made, even if it means crossing lines." he said with steely resolve.
Surprised at his answer, Sienna's mouth then began to curl upwards into a smirk. Here was a human who understood her way of thinking. Perhaps he wasn't so bad. The tigress reached out towards Azrail with her right hand.
"Sienna Khan." she introduced herself.
"Azrail." said Azrail introducing himself and clasping her hand.
Sienna introduced the other members of the convoy to Azrail. Said members responded in various ways, mostly by grunting or nodding. After the introductions, Azrail asked for a small favor from Sienna.
"I'm rather lost around here. If you'd allow, I'd like to join you wherever you're heading." asks Azrail.
The other members of the White Fang widened their eyes. Adam and Ilia in particular were the most surprised and hesitant at his "small" favor. They walked towards Sienna, intent on voicing their concerns.
"Sienna, is it wise to bring him along with us?" whispered Ilia.
"He may have helped us but he's still human. We don't even know much about him." whispered Adam.
Even though he was not as prejudiced as Sienna and Adam, Ghira also had doubts due to Azrail's recent actions. In his experience, a man who regarded life so nonchalantly was bound to be trouble.
"Everything will be fine. Besides, we're not humans. We know how to return a favor." said Sienna.
Turning towards Azrail, she spoke. "Very well, you may come. But no funny business. Understood?"
Azrail nodded.
"Back of the truck." Sienna said, pointing to the middle truck.
As Azrail climbed the back of the truck, Sienna whispered to a passing grunt. "Engage him in small talk. Find out more about him."
The grunt nodded as the convoy prepared to continue down the road with an extra passenger among them. As the convoy started moving, the back of the tree where Azrail appeared shows two humans dead, both with bullet holes on their foreheads.
Araf - essentially Muslim Limbo
And that's the story. I've been meaning to do a crossover between Command and Conquer and RWBY for a while. Sorry for not updating my other works. Anyway, leave a review and fav or follow if you like it. Remember, no flames. Only constructive criticism.