Yo, what' up everyone? Going to try a Self Insert now, hoping it goes good! Im still wokring on my first story, just trying to find a way to make it run smoother but I am starting a second one. Had this idea pop in my head and I wanted to flesh it out. It's going to have alot of crossover elements in it as well!
Assembly Species: Protoss, Human (My own make up), Eldar, Quarian (Eventually allowed asylum for entire species), Sangheili
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Starcraft, Halo, Mass Effect, or Warhammer, Or any other game or movie concept you will see in here!
Chapter 1
"Marcus! Get some fucking fire on that son of a bitch!"
"Big window, third floor!"
"I got it, I got it! Heads down, I'm letting loose" I yelled out. Let me tell you, firing a SMAW rocket launcher is cool and all, but firing in a smaller area, sucks majorly! They're loud, thanks to the rocket exhaust, and hot as hell from the heat of it firing. With the scream of the rocket flying from the tube, I brought hell down onto this window.
"Fuck yeah! Good hit! Lets move on up boys!" War is something that i was always scared about but excited about at the same time, I joined the United States Marine Corp to make my dad proud and it was something that I always dreamed about! But, after five years in the corp, was, finally became a reality. In early 2019, the Russian military let out a preemptive strike. The world was quickly thrown into war. The war raged on for another two years before we started hammering the russians back to there damn home. Right now, we made the push into Moscow itself. Between us, the Brits, Frenchies, and the Australians, and our smaller allies, we just busted our way through China, and started to advance towards the final goal, the Kremlin at the city center. Me and my platoon were tasked with taking the front gate and securing it so that the rest of the company can hold the flanks.
"Tank!"
Damn, the worst word we could here right now, the Russians used the T-90 Main Battle Tank. A good match up for our own Abrams tanks, which we had none of.
"Sgt. Marcus, do we have any more fucking rockets?" The Lt was a young man, fresh from college when the war started, but I managed to keep his head on straight during it so no one would end up fragging him.
"Fuck no sir! We need something heavier anyways! Is 'War-Pig' still in the AO?"
"No, all we have is indirect support then, Start calling the shots!"
"'Long-Reach', this is Saber One, 'Long-Reach' this is Saber One, how copy?"
"We read you loud and clear Saber One, what do you need wiped from the earth?"
"We need heavy fire support in grids 13 through 14, danger close, I repeat, danger close, how copy?"
"Good copy Saber One, keep your heads down, were about to lay the hurt on these mother fuckers, out"
"Sir, we got fire coming in, get your fucking heads down everyone!"
As the tank rumbled closer and started peppering us with MG fire, we could hear the glorious screaming of 155mm artillery rounds coming down hard right in front of us. What was not a good sound, was when the tank managed to get a round out from its 120mm cannon towards me and the Lt. I was thrown all the way towards the pile of rubble that was part of the damn Kremlin itself. I had no idea where the Lt was. Radio that I was carrying was busted completely, and i'm pretty sure I broke my arm when I hit the rubble. Tanks gone though, on the upside. Okay, orders are to raise the flag, and I just so happen to have a flag. Great, this, is going to suck.
"Marcus, you still kicken?" I hear over our wireless com set with the plt. I guess the Lt's still alive!
"Yeah man, but fuck this shit hurts, where are you?"
"I'm at the gate house with the rest of the guys, we lost Percy and Lismon. Where are you?"
"I'm on the fucking Kremlin, blast through me to the rubble pile of the left side."
"We cant get to you man, to much debris and shits in our way. Bunker down and wait for us, we'll find a way to you!"
With a groan, I sit back on the ground and lean against a bigger piece of rubble. My rifles gone, but at least I still have the piece of shit pistol, the M9 is the last weapon I want right now. After about ten minutes of resting around, I can hear the scrabbling of boots on debris. lazily raising my pistol in the direction its coming from, I can hear the Lt say something to someone else, and then he's rounding the corner.
"Jesus fuck Marcus, you look like shit!"
"Heh, fuck off, I feel like shit, but at least nothing major is bleeding."
"I got some bad news man, you're not gonna like it."
"Lay it on me, brother."
"We're to move to the top of the building and take it and hold it for extraction choppers."
"Well fuck, that means we can get out of here, lets move."
"We're to exfil because the building is rigged to blow in nuclear fire, in five minutes. Choppers wont be here for a while,"
"So, we're just fucked then huh? I say lets at least hang the flag, one last insult." With that said, 26 US Marines, beaten, bruised, and bloodied, moved towards a flag pole on top the building. Just as the American flag unfurled at the top, everything went white.
"Where the fuck am I? Lt! Anyone!?"
"Calm down, soldier. You're safe." Spoke a mysterious voice.
"I am no soldier, I'm a fucking Marine, and who the hell are you? Where the fuck am I?"
"You can just call me the Watcher, human, and as for where you are, well, lets just say Purgatory for now, you wouldn't understand otherwise" Spoke the now Identified Watcher. This is getting creepy, because as he (obviously a dude based on how deep the voice was) was talking, a large computer rose up from the white ground in front of me. "Any idea why I have what you call a 'computer' in front of you?"
"Not a single, fucking clue, just tell me my punishment and send me to hell already!" I'm normally a patient man, but after everything I just went through, I think I deserve the right to be a little pissy.
"Now, now, look at the screen. One of your friendly helicopters managed to take this photo before the explosion." As I look at the screen, I quickly realize it's a picture of me standing next to the flag pole, raising the tattered, and burnt American Flag over the Kremlin. "The picture, right now is going viral all over the U.S. and its allies. The young, bloodied, and broken, but not beat American man that despite all odds, made it to his goal. You are now a Legend, my boy. You should be proud!"
"What's there to be proud of? I was just doing my job, and I was even killed in the process." I was in a somber mood at the moment. Yeah, back home I may be seen as a hero, but that's not going to correct the fact that I'm not going to be going home.
"I think he needs to speak with you, maybe you can cheer him up?" O.K., that was not directed at me, so who else is the Watcher talking too? As I turn around to look behind me to see if anyone was there, I hear a voice I thought I would never hear again...
"I think he needs a good old fashioned ass whooping! Hey Johnny boy, it's been a long time."
The whole place seemed to just freeze in time. Standing not even three feet from me, is the man that I looked up to the most, and had my back everyday of my life that he drew breath. It's been over a decade since I last seen my grandfather in person. But he's here, right now, in front of me!
"Come on, give you're old pa-pa a hug!" Not a lot of folks can say they've ever seen a grown man cry, and even fewer can say they've seen a War hardened Marine cry his eyes out. I cant help it as I hug the man tightly. "Dang, Jonny, you've gotten big since last I seen you!" His laugh is the exact same. I'm to scared to let go of him for fear that it was all just some cruel joke!
"Come on now, it's okay, I'm not going anywhere for the time being, come on, you need to see these photos that hes trying to show you, trust me, they'll make you feel good and proud!"
"Yes, Grandpa, ok..." I can barely bring the strength to let go of him and turn to the computer again. On it my face has that lopsided grin I always seem to have in pictures when I knew I did something good! Then it changed. The next image was one of my surviving old company men walking up to my mothers door. My dad was there as well which confused me, they'd been divorced most of my life.
I couldn't see him, but I could just feel the Watchers gaze shift to me. "Your father had seen the photo first, and read the report. He was devastated over the loss of his son. He was so proud of you, I hope you know. He took it upon himself to let the rest of your family know." The photo changed again. The next one was at a memorial for all the fallen during the war. When the sheet covering it was pulled away, my heart stopped. The statue was a metal shaping of me standing behind a metal rendition of the flag I raised on the Kremlin building. My whole family was sitting in the front row of the monument. On the base plate was the rest of the names of the men with me that day. It changed again, and this time, instead of being sad, the family was all gathered around my gravestone smiling, and laughing. There's a date on the bottom corner, May 23 2021. They finally did what I always asked them to do, get along for just one day. To bad it took losing me to make it happen.
"They really miss you Johnny." Grandpa had a a little smile on his face. "It brings me joy to see the man you've become, and how you affected so many people in a good way."
"Thanks, Grandpa, I wouldn't be half the man I am now if it wasn't for you."
"Young man, there's something I need you to do, that is why you are here right now." The Watcher sounded like he meant every word. "It is of great importance that you do this, and succeed at it. We can not afford failure"
"What is it that you want done?"
"You need to end another war, before it even begins. I do not see that happening, but I do believe that with your mind and will, you can save a great many people. End the war when it comes!"
"What war? How am I am supposed to do anything? I'm dead, aren't I?"
"Oh just shut up and listen, he picked you for a reason, so rest assured that there is a plan to get around that!" Grandpa said as he bopped me on the back of the head.
"I'm going to send you to a couple places first, so that you can learn to fight better then anyone in existence. Train your mind to think faster, and plan that much better! I have a plan for you! It will not be easy, and I can not protect you at all throughout your journey."
"Damn, that's some plan, whats the places you're sending me to?"
"You'll know them as videogames, but I influenced the creators of said games so that I can see who would maybe be able to complete this challenge."
"Okay? So what universes are you sending me to then?"
"I will first send you to the one you know as Halo, and once you complete that, then I will send you to Destiny, and then Starcraft, and finally, the hardest one will be Warhammer."
"Why so many?"
"Because in each place you will gain a new tactic, or a new power, or even simply new armor that will help you. Once you finish the tasks I give you when you get to each universe, I will bring you back here, and once you are here, the real adventure begins."
Looking over at my grandpa, I can see the look of pride in his eyes, that some omnipotent being would choose me to save even more people!
"I'll do it, lets get this started!"
"Rhino 1, do you have a copy, over"
"I read you loud and clear actual"
"Good, Rhino 1, is the target in your sights?"
"Yes, get that bird warmed up for me and ready for a hot pick up, I'm going to need it."
In the span of that conversation, my target had become centered in my reticule. My target was a minor prophet that had somehow gotten a couple hundred flood combat and infection forms to follow his will. Joining this world granted me the Spartan II body, and everything that comes with it. It was awesome.
"Alrighty, first test... Done." As soon as the last syllable left my mouth, I pulled the trigger on my sniper rifle. With a sharp crack, the entire top half of the Prophet was reduced to nothing. The flood started to roar and run towards my position, roughly 3 Kilometers away. Yeah, I made that shot! "Well, time to go!"
With a mighty echoing clang, my hammer of sol sprung to life in my hands as The massive knight's sword came flying towards me. My Armor resembled that of my mentor, Lord Saladin, Perfectly. Hammer of Sol in my left hand, and my Golden Last Word in my right, I couldn't help but smile!
"Today, Crixus the Tainted, I complete my second task!" With a swing of my hammer, I batted away the massive sword like it was a fly, and raised my hand cannon and took aim. "Two down, two to go!" With a final pull of the trigger and letting my hammer fly, the knights head disappeared in an explosion of fire and solar energy!
"Where the hell did you find that fucking monster of a gun, Marcus?!"
"Ha! I told you, I have no idea! But it's fucking great!" As me and another Marine, along with a few Loyal Zerg and a handful of Protoss Templars, charged up the final hill to reach the designated area, I was having a blast using my Hand cannon, turns out I got to keep it like I kept my Spartan body augments. "Come on, Fredricks, give me the targeting laser!" Our mission was a special one. Turns out there was another Xel'naga that was just slumbering. But Amon was trying to wake him, so we decided to just nuke the fucker and use the Protoss's massive space cannon for good measure. My task just so happened to be to destroy Albercoss the Forgotten, which was the S.O.B. I was about to laze for the nuke missiles!
"Target Acquired"
"Oh yeah baby, talk to me! Ha! We are go for destruction!" Just as I said that final word, the tell tale screaming of missiles flying over head was heard, and in a matter of seconds the entire valley was reduced to a barren wasteland, with no sign of the target left. "Huh, looks like we didn't need your flashy light show this time, eh Atricor?" Turns out, sixteen nuclear missiles will do the job instead.
'Yes, brother, I do believe we got him' it was always kinda weird when we talked but I got used to it eventually. I've been with Atricor since we started this little alliance.
"Three down, one left." I said under my breath.
"What was that, man?"
"Nothing Fredricks, nothing at all." I said with a smile on my face.
"Feast on his flesh!" As the Daemon lunged at me, I swung my Thunder Hammer up to meet it. Of course, I connected. With a roar, I kept the momentum going until I had spun around all the way and slammed the daemon head first into the Wraithbone walls. Behind me was the scared and huddled forms of a dozen Eldar children. I had never seen them before until I had landed on this Craft world. I can't say the Daemons are the only thing scaring them, seeings how a massive human in armor that made him at least nine feet tall was standing over them with an equally large hammer. And the coloration doesn't help, Pure silver and gold, along with a skull etched into the retractable visor, just like my buddy Raynor ha! The Hammer I found when I was fighting Tyranids a couple months back. The Astartes allowed me to keep it seeings how I could use it just like them.
"Don't worry, young ones, they wont touch you as long as I am breathing!" I confidently smirk at them.
"Come on now, kiddies, this way, follow the big man!" As I started walking down the long street, I couldn't hear any sounds of fighting. That troubles me, there's a daemon here that the Watcher said I need to dispose of for good, and apparently if I kill it with this particular hammer, it'll cease to exist! I was trying to find a safe place to hide the young ones so I could complete my mission, but I just couldn't abandon as I finished that thought, an Eldar came flying out from an alley to my left and jumped up on top of me! She started screaming and attempting to stab into my head and face with a Wraith Bone Dagger as I could feel tiny shuriken from one of there pistols pelt my chest armor! Good thing the Watcher did something to this armor and made it stronger then starship armor!
"Oi! Get the hell of me bitch!" as I tried and failed to grab her off of my shoulders. I'm pretty sure it was comical to watch, but it was not fun to have it happen to me!
"Die you filthy mon-keigh!" Oh hell no! I finally managed to grab one of her legs and fling her around to the ground in front of me. I positioned myself between the children and them to make it seem like I was trying to protect them. I raised my hand In a stop gesture as several more Eldar just appeared all in front of me with there weapons all trained on me!
"Woah woah woah, easy! I'm just trying to find someplace safe for the children! Look, I'll raise my visor and set down the Hammer, happy?" Doing what I said I was going to, I felt what was like tiny impacts on my legs as a few of the children clung to me like I was the only way to live! Woo hoo! hopefully that earns me some points!
"Lower your weapons, brothers and sisters, he does not lie." With that said, an Eldar in armor colored like a star itself walked out from behind the crowded Eldar in front of me. "Tell me, Human, why are you so far away from your own kind, and why are you making an effort to protect these children?"
"To be honest, I didn't come here to save anyone. I actually came to slay a Daemon."
"Oh? And what Daemon in particular, I sense a lot of warp essence on yourself and your weapons, you seem to have defeated many already."
"89 and counting actually, but no, I'm here for Igishel, ever heard of it?"
"Hmm a servant of She-Who-Thirsts? Why are you hunting it?"
"Honestly I was just kind of told to kill it, so I intend to do just that!"
"Well, slayer of Daemons and Savior of innocence, what is your name?"
"I'm John Marcus, you can just call me Seraph though, that's my callsign for now anyways."
"Well, Seraph, I am The Phoenix Lord Maugen Ra, and I hereby name you friend, of Eldar kind!" With that, he slammed his staff on the ground and in a second I found myself staring across an open field full of blood and Eldar and Daemon corpses, with a massive daemon, at least 9 Meters tall, standing only 100 meters away from me! Looking down I see my Hammer is sitting by my side so I pick it up and heft it onto my left shoulder.
"So, I suppose you are Igishel then?" The monster roared at me and just charged like a bull.
"Well, I'll take that as a yes!" And with that said, I charged at the Daemon and met it it halfway, for my final dance with death before the main attraction!
As I opened my eyes, I can see that I'm back in that strange white space where I met the Watcher.
"Congratulations, you have not only achieved victory in those worlds I sent you to, but you had even made a massive impact that affected everyone in each world! In two of the worlds, you destroyed an evil that would have wreaked untold destruction upon the innocent! And in the other two, you had ignited the flames of Hope and Kinship in two very different races! I knew I had picked right when I chose you to be my champion! Now, are you ready for the real thing?"
"Bring it on! I got this in the bag!" With my Mighty Hammer, my armor that made me a walking starship, my trusty Hand cannon that wreaked havoc on my enemies, and the body and mind of super soldiers, I felt like I was ready for everything!
"For your new adventure, I thought you could use some help, my boy! Open the door behind you, and meet and plan with your new allies!" Turning around, I can see a massive gold door. Walking up to it, I can faintly hear laughing and yelling coming from within. Taking a deep breath I open the door and met with another bright flash of light. When the light clears I don't hear anything but hushed whispers around me as my eyes adjust. When they do, the first thing I see is an elderly man in a white and black uniform standing right in front of me.
"Its good to see you again, son, although, you seem a lot more different." Chuckled out THE Admiral Hood!
"Sir, no disrespect, but what are you doing here?" I'm totally confused right now, how the hell is he here? Wait a minute, where is here anyways? Looking around I can see I'm in a massive room. The metal walls and floors were a gold and silver color. Looking up I can see through what seems like a glass ceiling, but what really makes my eyes bulge out of my head, is the massive forms of not one, but two Covenant Super carriers and thousands of smaller ships ranging from the assault carriers all the way to the corvettes! And a little farther away and mixed in with the Covenant ships is the unmistakable outlines and shapes of UNSC ships! I can even see a ship that's just like the Infinity! Between those two factions there has to be at least 5,000 ships! There's so many!
'Amazing sight, is it not brother?' With a startled jump, I whip around and see not only Atricor behind me but Artanis himself! The massive Protoss is looking at me with absolute respect in his eyes, while my brother-in-arms seems to be smirking at me! To the left of them I can also see the form of Thel Vadam in his golden Arbiter armor! And THE Rtas Vadum with his missing mandibles sitting next to him!
"Careful now, friend, don't over exert yourself." Whipping my head to the direction the calming but commanding voice came from, I can see Maugen Ra standing with another Eldar, a Farseer by the looks of her armor.
"Oh come on now, I wanna see the big lug pass out!" Turning around I can see Nova herself, and the unmistakable form of Jim Raynor in his armor! Standing behind him like she is hiding is the shape of Sarah Kerrigan, in her human form.
"I agree with the lady, he needs taken down a peg or two!" Came the gruff voice of yet another living legend! Sgt Major Avery Johnson stepped into my field of view, his trade mark cigar in his lips, just like Raynors.
"We were all told of the stakes for this task, John. We individually decided to assist you, and together, we are the Assembly. With Myself, Maugen, Thel, and Artanis forming your inner Council, we will advise you along the way and make sure this new nation we have going on here, runs smoothly. Don't let it go to your head son, but you are now in charge of over sixteen billion souls. What do you think?" With his piece said, Admiral Hood walked up to the central Holotable of what I can only assume is the bridge of the 'Spear of Adun' My council members and there respective partners all gathered around the table as well as myself. On the table I see a familiar shape of what I knew to be the Ark, except this one only had six 'petals' and seemed much larger if the readings were anything to go off of. Looking at the key shaped object off to the side of it, I know exactly where we are. Smirking and leaning forward to look at everyone I respond...
"First, we find Shepard."