Welcome everyone, to my newest story! I am working on this with my friend Syweb 2, in that we are writing each chapter of our character's POV of the same events. So, give Syweb2 a look for his side of the story!

Contains elements of:

Pokémon

StarCraft

FNaF

Dr. Who

And many more. Reader Discretion Is Advised

Combat could be considered a delicate dance, the swings, hacking, slashing, the cheap sand-in-the-eye trick, is actually kind of beautiful. In the same way war is an art form. And if you were on Char, during the massive Terran invasion, you might have seen this. A man, clad in a dark blue coat, black pants, heavy boots, and the hat of the mysterious Aura Guardians, doing the delicate blade dance, dotanuki sword in hand… with thin air? But if you had good sight, there was a slight ripple of disturbed air, marking the presence of a Protoss Dark Templar.

That is, if you could process information at 40x normal human speed. For most, this combat was simply a blur of blue and black, of clashing blades. Finally, the leaps, twirls, and swordplay came to an end. The man stood, sword out, as if holding it to a throat. The other hand grappled with something near his stomach.

"Zeratul, decloak." The voice was hard, cold, precise, and deep as well as having that unemotional edge to it. A ripple appeared in front of him, and quickly the invisibility was dropped to reveal a Protoss Dark Templar, adamantium blade at his throat. However, the aliens' psi blade was poking the stomach of the blue-clad human, who was using his strength to keep it out of his body.

"Well done, Zeratul. Few could match that speed and power. You are ready."

"Thank you, Sierra. I look forward to working alongside you in this... Sierra Nevada organization of yours. Now, where are we to go? The planet is overrun with Zerg, and the Terrans are unlikely to welcome either of us." Sierra nodded, and gave the slightest of smiles. His eyes glittered.

"That's just the thing, Zeratul. My ten-year limit by the Covenant is upon us. I now get to choose a universe to hold what passes for a vacation among assassins. LUCAS!" the multiversal assassin shouted. Suddenly, pink bands circled a ten-ft. radius of space a couple of feet away from the pair. The space inside tore to shreds, and out of the blackness strolled a boy about thirteen years old, clad in Sinnoh Trainer garb. His hands were pale, and Sierra could see three ridges quickly sinking into his skin as the boy walked out of the portal.

"You called for a pickup?" the boy said, giving a slight smug smile.

"Not in person, no. Zeratul, meet Lucas Pearl, goddess Palkia's Blessed One and my usual transporter. Lucas, this is Zeratul, the Nevada's newest recruit to the Council and is designated Sierra 5."

"Cool. So, I know you want to have a vacation, and the Author made this really cool world for us to hang out in! Well, it wasn't our Author who did it, but this one's a friend of ours and he wanted us to go there and -"

"Wait." Zeratul interrupted. "I am still fresh in this concept of other universes and these… Authors." The poor Protoss shadow warrior had an aura of confusion about him that washed over Sierra 7.

"All will be explained later, Zeratul. Now, Lucas, that portal leads to this universe, does it not?"

"Yup, it does. Alright friends and coworkers, take a step into the unknown." The boy did a sweeping motion with his hand like a butler ushering in his master.

One Uneventful Walk Later…

The three stood in front of a massive door, ready to stroll in to whatever awaited them. Sierra 7 stopped, for he sensed three powerful auras on the other side, and one of them was…

"Shade. Should have figured. Well, take it or not leave it, we're stuck here. Even Ascendant has been rebuffed. This universe is sentient. Not good." Sierra 7'salternate personality muttered. Unfortunately, even the unemotional personality currently in control felt a professional distaste for the situation. The groups' musings were cut short as the doors creaked open.

"Not THIS again. Anything but THIS."