Hellooooo everyone!
I'm SyntheticLegion, and I've got a new story for you! That is, if you like it.
It's an East Bridge Type story, because that's a genre these days. This was a request, so I'm going to see how it flies.
Here's a brief summary of the background and setting for this story, although you don't have to read the backstory if you don't want to:
The year is 2175, and the world is a post apocalyptic wasteland.
In 2018, Russia and the United States of America created a joint venture to colonize the Earth's moon. They pooled resources to create a starship of epic proportions, using ion particle thrusters to propel the starship, called the Intrepid. When the Intrepid became a success, Russia and the USA began to mass produce these starships.
Eventually the moon was colonized, and citizens from all over the world raced to be among those who lived above Earth.
In 2065, the superpowers of Earth began to pass laws that the moon, now called Luna, were opposed to. Suppressed by a life of hardship, the militia of Luna began to secretly create nuclear installations in case of hostilities.
Eventually Luna refused Earth's demands, and Earth passed martial law and military occupation to ensure their "cooperation".
The nukes that Luna had built up finally came to use, and Earth and Luna traded blows with nuclear weapons. Almost every Lunar Colony was wiped out, but a select few that had created contingency bunkers survived.
As for Earth, it was never the same.
Now in the year 2175, semblance of civilization is returning. Some countries have reestablished contact with each other, streets have been repaired, and the world is no longer dominated by the strongest.
Countries have banded together to form alliances, in a world restoration effort. However, some hostilities from previous years remain.
While the Philippines, Southern Africa, and the Middle East remain secluded from the rest of the world, North and South America have created the Western Coalition. Europe is divided into three factions, the Austrian-German Empire, the Parliamentary Republic, made up of France, the U.K, Spain, and Portugal, while Sweden, Norway, and Finland make up the European Triumvirate.
The factions are largely in a Cold War, building fortifications on their borders and attempting to repair their own lands within.
While the factions of the New World do not agree on many things, they do agree that nuclear weaponry is on a world wide ban basis, in order to protect the lands from further poisoning.
Much of the wildlife have mutated into horrific abominations, typically carnivorous.
Our story takes place in the Syrian Desert, where a man by the name of Gaston Chekov makes every attempt to survive.
Gaston could barely move. The sun beat down on him with a vengeance, and his irradiated legs pained him with every step. Eventually he removed his worn out shoes, only to feel the hot sand burn his feet.
He slowed to a crawl, and he moved his shoes to his hands so he could crawl without getting burns on his hands. Hygiene was the last thing on his mind.
He re-adjusted his turban to block out more of the sun, but it only helped somewhat. He climbed to the top of a dune, only to see wave upon wave of sand.
He began to despair, and laid on top of the dune to die.
"So this is it... This is how it ends. In the desert."
Suddenly the wind picked up speed, but it was not a hot wind. It was a cold wind, a wind that chilled his bones.
"You're a little late, wind."
He looked to the left, where the wind came from. Standing before him, were three figures, built out of the desert sand.
"Oh great. Now I'm having illusions of sand people."
"We are not illusions."
Had he not been fatigued beyond measure, he would have jumped out of his tunic.
The one in the front, obviously the leader, spoke.
"We are the Eternal. I am Progenitor, Visage of Life and the Living. This is Nekros, Visage of Death and Undeath, and Argus, Visage of Order and Justice. We have seen what this world is coming to. We have seen the future. We care greatly for each and every world, each and every universe. To see this one end prematurely would be a shame."
Gaston blinked. Then he blinked again. "Oooookaaay. Say you're not illusions. What does this have to do with me?"
"We have decided for you to be our herald. We give you another chance. We can give you the power of a thousand worlds. Without a leader, these creatures are nothing but destructive tools. Use them, and do our bidding. Bring justice and order to this realm. Save it from it's impending doom."
"You know what? Sure. Why not? Just do your thing."
"We shall put you in a slumber for the time being. When you awake, bring the full might of the Zerg Legions to bear."
Before he could ask what the Zerg were and how he was to go about his mission, he closed his eyes and slept like he had never slept before.
When Gaston awoke, he was laying in a desert paradise. He was surrounded by palm trees. A lake reflected the desert sun like a mirror, while a cave that sunk into the desert sand off to the side lay shadowed in mystery.
"You know what Eternals? I don't think I really mind you guys. Now... about these Zerg..."
He waited. And waited. He began to get impatient. "What even ARE Zerg?"
Suddenly a train of thought interrupted his own.
"The Zerg Swarm is a terrifying and ruthless amalgamation of biologically advanced, arthropodal aliens. Dedicated to the pursuit of genetic perfection, the zerg relentlessly hunt down and assimilate advanced species across the galaxy, incorporating useful genetic code into their own. -Overlord Archives."
"Interesting. Bring justice and order to this world, eh, Progenitor? With a race of biological killing machines..."
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"Yea, I could get used to this."
New story! Since ACT I of Delver is complete, I'm postponing it until I finish ACT I of this story, then I'm going to bounce back and forth.
When Immaterium Interference's ACT I completes, I have a different story prepared, but I might just do ACT II because of how much reception I-I gets, and ignore my other plans.
I AM NOT PUTTING ANYTHING ON HIATUS. I just don't have any new plans for Delver yet.
If you like this concept, please state so. If you do NOT like this concept, please state so. This was originally going to be a Fallout - SCII Crossover East Bridge style, but I don't have enough playtime and lore understanding of Fallout in order to do that, and I feel that Fallout would limit my capabilities for this concept.
"Nuclear Muffin detected."
Yours in writing, SyntheticLegion.