HD Neptunia Re-boot: Advent of a Chaser

Hey to everyone, Thanks for stopping by.

Before we start, I will say for those who "knew" this story before. This will be a "Re-mastered" version of the currently inconsistent, ridiculous story "WOF". There will be altered events since the previous one was more inconsistet than ever(Maybe in par with one harry potter fanfic . . .).

In short, i had to change it since You guys deserve better.

Also, big shout out of "thank you!" to Zergface (and another guy . . . . ) for the Critic-al reviews. I realized my mistakes and I hope this will turn out well for you and the readers.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Neptunia series(Idea factory and compile heart) and any references found here. I just own the Oc and the story line.

Alright, let's chase it! The future that we truly desire!

" . . .Dude . ."I groaned in response to the voice as I was enjoying a good nap.

" . .hmm? . .. Now what, Kise?" I looked at my spiky Blonde haired friend with my eyes half focused as the afternoon sun stung my eyes. This better be worth my nap time, I just went back from another city on foot. and where we are is the most peaceful hill I have ever set foot on for a while.

*Wham*

"Ow, What's your problem? you want to kill me?" he hit me right in the guts.

"We got the go signal already. That's the problem, slacker!" Kise shows me his chat log from his smartphone, as well as pointing a faint white object approaching from afar. My senses are now fully awake as I read it through. I hastily stood up and grabbed a K7 from Kise and hang the straps above my shoulder.

"Says the slacker in cooking and scouting".

"Oh C'mon man. Get your sneakers on faster or we will be late for the party, rotten butter" Kise says, mocking my weird hair of blonde and a blue pony near my left eye.

"I know that! And I have a name, Dammit. It's Vent" I yelled as I followed him towards a desolated city.

Let's get ourselves a bit of an introductions: I'm Vent, Just Vent. No surnames whatsoever for as long as I can remember. And that blonde guy is Kise, my brother. Not blood-related, despite the identical blonde hair.

As you can tell from our conversation: We are low on food supplies and we have been waiting two days for this moment. "Your ready, Bro?" Kise asked, giving his wide smirk as we hid behind the walls of a .

"Yeah, let's get this on already" I replied, while I armed my K7 magazine." Alright-y then" Kise replied as he take's aim at our target: a cold storage truck armed with barbed wires driving in a hasty manner.

"Tch" Kise fired a three burst shot to the front tires just as the truck turned to our side. The truck came tumbling as it hit the street bump at it's current speed. It landed with a loud thud, right side up.

We ran towards the rash site, and saw someone came up from the cold storage. "Oh great, more work" Kise protested as we ball our palms into fists, the man seemed intimidated as it retreated into the storage."You ain't gonna do stuff, friend" Long story short, we let hell loose inside the storage room.

"Cheers!"

After our raid, we grabbed the entire stock of meat with us and regroup with our organization. We then celebrate our victory beneath the illuminating moonlight. Kise is currently with the other guys, having a drinking competition using some Vodka while the rest enjoys themselves with our loot and party on. Being the youngest guy, I wasn't allowed to drink alcohol, and I don't feel like eating my share of canned food.

And that's why people relied on me as the watcher for intruders tonight. I could understand why i'm here alone thought: We haven't got a nice break for quite sometime.

I plug up my earphone and bust out some random soundtracks from video games because it never fails to pump me up long enough until the next guy's turn comes. I made sure to set the volume to an optimal loudness to remain cautious to both the song and my surroundings.

My eyes gaze upon the view of the desolated lands. North-east from us was sparking quite the rowdy firework display, definitely a good fight is happening right there. "Hey there, shortcake!" a familiar comrade of mine said as she pulled the plug out, catching me off-guard.

"Waaa! Oh. It's just you, Weiss." I groaned to the woman with ridiculous twin white ponytails and a green commander uniform." Just you wait, I'll definitely grow taller than your fancy pig-tails can".

"Hehe~, can't wait for it" she took her grey bean bag chair out and sat next to me.

Weiss is our Ex-leader of this group of ragtag survivors called the "Chasers union". Among the others, she has the most experience about this "War", yet the most relaxed of us all since she recently gave up the leader position to someone else. I asked about this once and she claims that she wants "more rest and less responsibility".

"So what does our White Phantom want with me?" I asked, calling her by her title as a matter of title isn't just for show as she could infiltrate and took control of an enemy base without being noticed in 3 hours.

"Well, I'm here to congratulate for completing our favor. We can at least survive another week with the amount of rations we got" Rations are one of the most difficult items to be obtained since the "Calamity" happened. The calamity started during the greatest "President" election.

I say the "greatest" as the one elected would rule the world, without question. Then the last day, a strange sky fortress decends from the "Heavens' and send judgement to humanity . ..

"Well, Your welcome-"i scratched my head, rather embarassed that i got compliment from Weiss from all people. I don't have any love interest on her, it's . .more like a brother-sister thing . . .Okay.

"Also, I've heard that Kise's man were putting the burden on you again. so i asked one of them to replace you" Huh? i thought it was because no one is good condition. "Alright . . then when will i switch shifts?" I asked, impatient for my rest after all the stuff I did this entire day.

"5 . . .4 . . .3 . . .2 . ..1 . .now" The moment Weiss finished counting her own watch. I detached my head bud and left-

*Flash*

A struck of light from the sky disturbed our celebration, followed by multiple humanoid female figures descending to the ground, armed with their futuristic, large size weapons bigger than the size of a human being. "Just . . . great!" we both said in a sync as we know what this means.

They are here . . . the nation that bought us "the Calamity".

The ATR Nation

Okay, that might be a good part to end the intro.

How do you think? Better? I guess so. Anyway, I'll try my best to make this story enjoyable with the other Re-loaded chapters. Please, Leave critiques and reviews so I could still improve my stories.(I don't mind harsh ones as long as it helps me)