I'm back, and hopefully for another time.
Sorry that this is probably not the chapter you're looking for, which is Union testing out addons, but! I'll be pleased to tell you that the next chapter will hold that.
And I want you guys to suggest addons so I can fill some empty holes.
Responding to the guest reviews on the last chapter.
RandomGuest: HELL YEAH! Well, Halo is a little gem to me.
VJ flood, oh my gawd are those things hard to kill. If they spawn with weapons, they just go full-auto, no miss, instant melt of health. But ever since I had the Half-life 2 weapon buff and regenerating shield and health addons did they get much less annoying
Gamemodes are going to have to be a no-no. Also, isn't Union commanding an army? Why would he need a melon...army...actually, I see the wisdom in that but still has to be a no-no.
O5-Council: Oh sheet, it's the council. Hmm...Peanut? Sure why not. Also, ain't it made of rock? I don't think the energy ball will work, if anything it'll take a huge part off of 173, which probably contradicted with my first statement.
Doctor Haxs: Thank you! :D
Hope you enjoy this chapter.
The night was filled with explosions, gunfire, and death. Union would have felt sadistic glee, if it weren't for the fact this was part of his job. He winced from his cover as a sharp sound of a laser reached his ears, a Strider stomping its way through the encampment.
He was raiding a bandit camp on behalf of the village getting harassed. This camp was not related to the slave camp he raided all those months or years ago. Speaking of time, he never took count of how long, which will probably bite him in the ass later on.
Union peeked the corner, stepping back further when a powerful dust bullet eviscerated the poor rock that was on its way. He opened up the menu and brought out a RPG, then pulled out a radio.
"Containment teams near my position, I have a sniper that needs suppression, please assist." He called out, peeking at the tower that held the sniper.
A Strider responded by shooting the tower down with its laser. "Uh, yeah. That works too."
He moved from building to building, occasionally taking part in firefights. His involvement had made the bandits go deeper into their camp, not like they weren't yet. Union saw a Combine Soldier's body fly across his vision, he turned towards where it flew from.
A Shotgunner backed up while expending its ammo at a hulking man with a nasty greatsword and wearing plate armor, who was busy with using a Soldier ragdoll as a flail to hit the other. The ragdoll collided with the Soldier, throwing them away to a nearby tent. The Shotgunner got the business end of the greatsword and was disposed of.
'What an absolute unit.' Union thought, drawing a stunbaton and walking towards him.
The man looked at him, then let out a rumbling chuckle. "Oh, you're approaching me?"
Union had ceased moving for a second, fazed by the line he had just said. 'Did-did he just? What the fuck, that makes no sense!'
He inhaled deeply, then sharply exhaled. 'OH-KAY, you are so dead!' He continued on towards the armored man, ready to inflict civil judgment.
"I can't beat the fuck out of you without getting closer!" The GModder responded, glaring at the helmeted face of his opponent.
"Oh-ho! Feisty." The man said the last word in a low voice, holding his weapon in a defensive stance.
Union felt himself move, reaching his target within seconds. He slid under a swipe, the sword dangerously close to decapitating him. He climbed into the larger man's back, before delivering a hard smack on his head. The force of the blow had stunned the man, but didn't make him fall due to endurance. A hunter came to assist, barreling into the man and, consequently, Union.
The GModder sputtered, recovering quickly. A shrill scream signified the hunter's death, causing Union to act quickly for the next attack. The man pulled back the sword off the corpse, looking around for his opponent. He heard loud sharp boom and looked to the source, Union had a Gravity Gun with a strange red-pink color and a stunstick ready to collide with his face.
He would have reacted, if it weren't for the fact that the GModder was coming too fast.
"Weeeeee!" Union yelled as he heard a sickening crack when he passed the large man.
The 'Gravity Gun' he was using was called a 'Concussion Gun', an addon he picked up from the workshop. It shot out a Dark Energy ball that explodes on impact, which in itself does a lot of damage. However, if you were to be in the air, you would be launched as fast as a missile. Union had fun using this before he got sent to Remnant, so he had some sort of experience with it.
He could've just killed the man with the Energy ball, but where's the fun in that?
"OW, FUCK!" The GModder cursed loudly when he collided with a bunch of boxes. "Yep, that was way worse than what I used to feel." He got off, applying a syringe.
He turned his head towards his opponent.
The man was laying on the ground, unmoving, his sword was a few feet away from him. Union walked to the body, kneeling down next to it to check for signs of life. Surprisingly, for him, the man's neck was completely broken from the smack he gave. He winced, looking around at his surroundings. The sounds of battle were present but felt isolated, Union knew the operation was going well just by the lack of sound.
'Then again, the bandits might have pulled out a Reverse Card.' He mused, hoping he didn't jinxed it.
Union walked around, seeing some squads of Soldiers idling around. He continued on, seeing more and more squads as he passed. Finally, he reached the destination. A large hole was on the ground, although it had a ramp leading any visitors to its depths. A few squads of Elites stood at attention near the hole, ready for him to take the lead.
The GModder stepped foot unto the ramp, a loud metallic clang responded to the intrusion. Soon, he was covered in darkness, his 'built-in' flashlight and the two squads of Elites were the ones that stopped him from backing out and lighting up the place with a few explosions. When he went deeper and deeper, he heard faint sounds echoing throughout the little chamber he was in.
Human voices, that means trouble in a place like this.
"Come on! Close the damn door already! The sarge can't hold them off for long!" An abrasive male voice yelled.
"I'm trying, alright! Calm down." A voice of a commoner responded.
They had stopped talking when they heard Union, and simultaneously, when the intruders saw artificial light. The GModder tossed a grenade, the blinking and beeping ordnance caused shouts of distress to occur, exactly what Union and his NPCs needed. He was the first to enter, bringing out a Spas-12 for some sweet CQC combat.
Four men with weapons were in the room, busy with getting away from the grenade. Two men and a woman were non-combatants, seeing as they were cowering behind cover without anything. Union felt his arm pull back when he pulled the trigger, the pellets staggering a bandit. The other three pulled up their weapons, but were shot or pinned by the Elite escort.
Within seconds, the small group of combatants fell down, unconscious or dead. Union, who was focused on clearing out the room, found himself looking at said room. It was fairly large, probably for enacting trades or extra storage if the barrels of dust crystals and tables were anything to say. There were some safes on some of the tables, a few of them were on the ground during the fighting.
However, something caught his eye, and it wasn't the horrid lighting the lamps were giving off.
A large vault door sat directly in front of the ramp's base, locked judging by the red light. Another metal door was next to it, revealing a really long tunnel when opened by an Elite. Unnerved by the seemingly unending passage, Union looked away, the Elite closing the door and standing by it. The GModder walked up to the vault, noticing a keypad nearby.
'One of these bandits, or servants, probably know how to open it.' He could just blast it open, but...what if they were housing more dust? And they were volatile? He couldn't risk blowing himself up, at least not like this.
"You, the one with the goggles." Said bandit, or servant, looked up from his position. An Elite had his weapon pointed at him, its single red eye boring into his back. "You seem like the type. Open the door."
The man didn't say anything, but complied. He moved to the keypad, hesitantly pushing the buttons. The keypad beeped indignantly, signaling the incorrect pattern. Union raised a brow. "You can ask your friends, just make sure you're the one doing it."
He nodded, reaching into his jacket. The GModder narrowed his eyes, resting his finger on the trigger of his shotgun. The man pulled out a slip of paper with some numbers, shook his head and reached into his jacket again. Union relaxed, but didn't pry away his gaze.
'Oh, he probably has different papers for different saf-' The man suddenly pulled out a pistol, shooting at the Elite behind him.
The Elite staggered, ice covering its gun arm. In an instant, Union tackled the man against the keypad, the device beeping at the influx of buttons being pushed. The GModder bashed the man with the butt of his weapon, bringing him to the ground and flinging his weapon away.
"Son of a bitch!" Union growled, pointing the Spas-12 at his head.
"Dad!" A young girl's voice seemed to echo at the chamber they were in, her silver eyes filled with desperation and seemed to be glowing.
"What the..." He felt himself stop. She was as young as his sister, with a scarily accurate hairstyle and color.
Why did that sentence sound so creepy? I don't know, I'm not the narrator...oh wait.
Also, the reason he stopped was because of a blinding white light that erupted from her eyes, that caused Union to remove a hand from his shotgun pump to use it for rubbing his eyes out for the white spots. The NPCs reacted a lot worse, some seemed to actually got burnt from it or was irritated. This gave the man enough time to bring out a pocket knife and stab Union's ankle.
"Agh! Stop that!" He kicked the man with his other foot, getting out a syringe.
Union looked back, seeing the girl on the ground with a manhack and an Elite behind her. The manhack flew away as the Elite went back to pointing its AR2 at people's heads, its brethren doing the same with the prisoners that were neutralized shortly after their itch subsided. Union applied the syringe on his ankle, feeling the pain subsiding.
He looked down and kicked the man again, this time the man talked. "Wait, please! Just let my daughter go! She's not involved in this!"
'Oh god, I feel like the villain...again.' Union thought, looking at the shotgun on his hands. 'They aren't part of this bandit charade, are they?'
"Who else isn't involved?" He responded, stepping off of the man.
"The woman. Please, don't kill us, my daughter won't survive on her own!"
'I doubt that, the village will probably accept her. If they won't, I will.' He swallowed, weighting the choices he's making.
"I'm not going to kill anyone here." Union announced, pointing his shotgun at the ground. "What is your name?"
"U-uh, Jacob, sir." Hesitant, but understandable considering the situation.
Union nodded, then said in a whisper. "Is the other man involved with the bandits?"
Jacob stuttered, then whispered out. "Yes, yes he is. He's been using my daughter and the state we are in to make me work here."
"The woman?"
"She's just a servant, she took care of my daughter when I was working. Probably risked her life to do so."
"Can you survive out there if I were to let you three go?"
A pause. "Wh-what?"
"You heard me right." Union looked at him with a serious gaze. "You three are just civilians, and I don't want to commit a war crime."
"U-um." He paused again, then shook his head. "We can probably survive in the village, but since we don't know anyone and are out of money, I don't think..." Jacob trailed off, leaving Union to understand what he said.
'I guess I can be generous.' The GModder thought, looking back to Jacob. "Well, I can fix that. You know the locks here, right?"
"I created the locks, I should know." Jacob nodded, realizing what he was going to do.
Union hummed. "Go get as much as you like, I don't need that much anyway."
(((Time skip)))
"I can't believe they fell for it."
"That was risky, we could have died!"
"Well, I guess my daughter made them soft."
Jacob smiled, hefting a bag of lien over his shoulder. The woman and his daughter followed him, eyeing the scene around them for any signs of danger.
"We have to tell him about this." The woman spoke in a hushed tone, as if someone was right next to them.
He sighed. "I don't think we can do anything against them other than hide."
"Actually." She started. "I think we may have a chance if we can ask for help."
Jacob's daughter raised a brow, her father mimicking her. "Who?"
Smiling, she responded. "He said he had some contacts from the Branwen Tribe."
[}-END-{]
A short chapter, but shall serve some insight for what you're going to expect.
The bandits think Union is the only threat, since he's basically a Private Military Leader in the eyes of the public. So they plan to kill him, and his employees will not know what to do. They don't anything about the 'Private Military', but think it's that easy.
Lack of information, folks, they can kill.
So, anyways, I want you guys to suggest me some addons you want to see covered in the reviews, and what you think of this chapter.
Anyhow, see you next! Hopefully not too long.
