I'm probably going to remake this story, like discontinue this and press that restart button.
More info at the bottom, right now, enjoy this.
'Blue or cyan?' Union's eyes switched back and forth at the neckties on his hands.
He looked up, a variety of other colored ties infront of him. Union was in a clothes shop, his objective was to procure formal and casual clothing. His old clothes, the one he was in right now, felt old and smelled bad. With how Playermodels work, this was an anomaly, but were maybe intentional for the comfort of the user.
Union settled for cyan, putting the blue tie back on its place on the wall.
He leaned over to grab a pile of clothes on a bench, making his way over to the changing room. After some checking, he found a vacant room to change in. He hummed as he took off his shoes and socks, undoing his belt once he was done.
A few minutes later, he was dressed in a typical tuxedo with a cyan colored tie.
"Damn...this feels comfortable." He smiled as he checked himself over, then he unbuttoned the tuxedo. "Time for the other one..."
Few minutes later again, he was now dressed in a blue long sleeved shirt and grey jeans with both having cyan outlines, black belt fastened on his pants, and black sneakers. On his head sat a black Paper boy's hat.
He hummed in satisfaction and fixed his hat. 'You know, this hat reminds me of Naoto Shirogane...I wonder if...'
Union opened up the menu and into his Playermodel Selector, the layout of the selector was of the Enhanced Addon version. All the boxes held a random person's face, some of them familiar to him.
'Wait...this was the people I...' Union shook his head, he did it and nothing wasn't going to change that.
He'll deal with the consequences soon, things like that always has something that'll bite his ass.
He found his model, and tapped the tab that said 'Bodygroups'. His eyes widened at the absolute length of the bodygroups, he was too shocked for words. For an accurate description of how long it was, the slider was probably at least an inch thick.
'Holy shit, I didn't see this before. Hair length, age, wrinkles, weight, height...' Union swiped down some more. '...hair color, skin color, scars, nail length, limbs, organs...wait the fuck? This list goes forever!'
He stopped and moved his finger away. 'I can probably become a new person and they'll never know it's me! Fingerprints, eyes, and fucking hell, my blood type, too.' He shook his head. 'No man should have this power, especially someone like me.'
Union found what he was looking for, just below Species, was Gender. Three possible genders, which confused him. Knowing that it won't immediately change his appearance, he checked what were the three. Default was Male, but there was Female and Ambiguous. He moved the little icon to the first point.
He looked at the Apply Playermodel button, wondering what may happen if he touched it. Obviously, he may gain some feminine traits, but how far exactly? Remembering how the System likes its 'realism', he decided to exit out of the window and find out later.
'Can I be a trap, though?' Union thought as he looked over the clothes he was going to buy. 'I wanna pay back to what Barren did to me.'
Disregarding his thoughts, he changed back to his normal clothes and walked out. Union plopped the pile of clothes on the cashier counter, the operator looking at him and smiling. After a few words, scanning and giving the cashier the lien (that he totally did not murder to get), Union walked out of the store with two plastic bags filled with his purchases.
He hummed happily to himself, then heard someone's voice to his left. "Hey! Union!"
Union turned and saw Lenes dragging Barren, who looked like he was here against his will, towards him. "Oh, hey. What're you guys doing here?"
"Just out to get myself a fancy suit for the wedding, and then get Barren's own custom-tailored one." Lenes explained, releasing Barren.
Union thought about joining them, but realized he had other matters to attend to.
"Oh, good luck then, I have to go back to my job." He waved and departed.
The two waved as well, going inside the store Union came out in. The latter made his way to the Airpads, passing by numerous streets and crossways. When he reached it, a Citadel Dropship had just dropped off its occupants. Union entered and the flight started, taking a good 20 minutes. After landing, he made haste to his bedroom and dropped off his plastic bags.
He paused. "Um...shoot, what was her name again?"
The AI appeared on the nightstand, hands on her hips. "What is it?"
Sputtering, he asked. "Alright, four questions. First, how did you know I would be asking for you despite not actually asking for you?"
"I'm basically telepathic."
"..."
"..."
"What."
"I'm an NPC, a servant to the System, I'm given knowledge about you so we won't need to constantly ask ourselves the question 'What's best for our master?' Because the answer is through your thoughts and feelings."
His eyes widened. "Wait, all of them?"
He was testing if she was actually right by not specifying what 'them' is.
She pauses, then nods. "All of your thoughts and feelings."
Union's mouth was hanging. "That's...worrying."
"Please, we're not programmed to judge you in your taste of women or kinks." The AI rolled her eyes, ignoring her leader's outburst.
He shook his head vigorously, then slumped. "Do I even want to ask the second question if you already know what I want?
"If it helps you, you can be verbal. Sometimes thoughts can go everywhere, so by talking you'll be able to focus without seldom straying away." She answered.
Union nodded, then straightened. "Can you go and do a uniform change on the Citadel peeps? You should know the reason."
The reason was to make them more human and use them for public service since the Combine troops were a 'little' robotic and spooked the civilians.
"Will do, my lord." He raised a brow at the name, but didn't bother dwelling on it.
"Third question. Do you have a test chamber?"
"Yes. I'll have someone escort you to it, now what's the last one?"
"What should I call you?" The question seemed to caught her off guard, or maybe she was patronizing him.
"W-Why the need? It's unnecessary."
The question definitely caught her off guard, seeing as she was looking down in thought.
Union scoffed, amused. "I thought you knew me. It feels weird calling you 'She' or 'Her', doesn't feel right at all."
She looked up, then looked away to think for a second. She turned back to him, her face still holding some form of shock. "You may call me 'Femina'."
He opened his mouth to say something, but the door opening cut him off it. The door revealed a Scientist from Half-Life 1. It was literally from HL1, its textures just scream it. Union raised a brow, then to the newly-named AI, who was snickering.
Femina waved him off with a smile on her face. "Go on, Gordon, they're waiting for you...at the test chamberrrr."
Union glared at her, but followed the Scientist. Before he closed the door, he muttered to himself amid her amused laughter. "Goddamn it, Femina."
/-/ Time skip /-/
"AHHHHH, I'm going to blink! Shit! Two people get over here and look at him!" SCP-173 seemed to stare down at Union, the weird markings in its face subtly terrifying him.
Two squads of Combine and Citadel Soldiers entered, staring at 173. Union blinked, and the Peanut still stood there. "Oh thank god, fucking Peanut was about to get my neck redacted."
"Now..." He drew his Crowbar and started hacking at the Statue with no effect. Trying bullet weapons didn't work either, then he used a Rocket Launcher with some degree of success. "Hrm...I'll try..."
He pulled out an AR2 and gave off a burst, there were sizeable holes on 173 now. Union aimed down and fired off an Energy Ball, it collided with the Peanut and a big chunk from its right blew off. He smiled with satisfaction.
'If only the Foundation had access to this type of thing. Wait, do they have anti-matter thingy in their tech? I didn't read far enough since I didn't want nightmares...' Union thought as he removed the SCP and prepared the next NPC.
"Alright...'Cremator', let's see you." He withdrew his Toolgun, the screen showing the word 'Creator', shooting at the ground infront of him.
The Cremator spawned, facing at him with confusion. Union waved, the Cremator waved back. With a satisfied smile, he switched to the Remover Tool and shot the NPC. "You work, that's good to see."
"'Combine Guard'." He spawned it, the very odd NPC appeared and immediately started patrolling. "Man, HL2 would be a lot more crazier with these boys around."
He removed it and spawned the Combine Assassin. She did the same thing as the last NPC and started patrolling the area, not like there's any hostiles in a huge chamber. Union suddenly slapped his eyes to cover it from her...interesting backside. 'You got to be fucking kidding me. I forgot, Valve likes their...innuendos. Christ, this is like Mr. Friendly and the Hornet Gun.'
The sudden shift of thoughts to HL1 moved him to the HL: Source NPCs, removing the Assassin on his way. Curiously, they were all friendly. The Houndeye was adorable, the Bullsquid was scary, Alien Grunts were stiff, HECU NPCs seemed to have an intense rivalry with the Overwatch Soldiers, and the Gonarch was still a pregnant testicle. Confused with the somewhat friendly NPCs, he asked the nearby security detail that were still inside the room.
A Combine Shotgunner pressed a finger on the side of his mask. "Wait one..."
'Does their telepathy work like a radio system?' Union shook his head. 'This is still so one-sided.'
"They're allied to one of our allies, the Zombies, and that alliance extends to our other forces." The Shotgunner explains.
Union nodded, mulling over at what he said. A sudden spark of thought brought him to the Humans Resistance section, looking at the word 'G-Man'. He swallowed nervously.
'This guy will be friendly to me, right? But the System really likes realism...so, will he be friendly?' His head shook to clear his thoughts. 'What am I worried about? The Overwatch were friendly, this guy should be too.'
Few seconds later, he regretted those words.
When he spawned him, his brain felt like his mind was penetrated by a harpoon, the excruciating pain and the static that plagued his mind afterwards caused him to kneel. He cradled his head, hearing faint sounds of his NPCs opening fire and flesh being crushed. The GModder laid down on his back and squinted, splotches of red surrounded a figure holding a briefcase.
The G-Man fixed his tie, looking over his creator with a smirk. A second wave of pain engulfed the GModder's mind, causing him to recede. A faint voice resonated, saying something. A shout which he recognized as Femina called out and when he opened his eyes, he wasn't there. The faint voice also became clear.
Alert. Alert. Alert. Level 5 Mental Breach. No countermeasures detected. Initiating Lockdown...Failed. Viral Malignant Level 5 detected in Subsystems. No countermeasure deployed. Warning. Subsystems infiltrated. Alert. Viral Malignant Level 5 not detected, scanning...Malignant is absent from Mental System.
"Union!" Femina said loudly as her Knight shook him.
'...W..w..wha...w..ha...at...' His thoughts were fragmented as the voice in his mind got louder and clearer.
Engaging Repair. Mental System is at 25% and rising.
'Wha...what? Whe...whe...Where is he?!' Union sat up with surprising vigor, opening his eyes to look around.
"Union, are you alright? I-" He cut the AI off, standing up.
"Femina. Where is he?!" The entrance was littered with bodies belonging to the Security Detail, too much blood was visible to know what he did to them. The Specialists where there too, scouting the area.
The Knight grabbed his attention by tapping his shoulder. "What is it?!"
"He's...gone." Femina informed, her tone suggested she wanted it to be wrong.
"Where is he go-" Union suddenly coughed, covering his mouth.
"I'll worry about him, you have to rest." The AI sternly stressed the first word.
He attempted to protest, but it turned to a series of coughs. 'She's knows that I know I can't do shit like this. I-' He coughed again. 'I need a fucking cough drop.'
"Fine." He unintentionally growled. "Make sure you find him, he's going to be planning something."
In another place...
"The man proves to be effective in clearing out the Grimm surrounding Vale." Salem said, looking over her subordinates. Pawns should be a more fitting term.
The Controller of Grimm continued. "We must continue finding the Maidens, if we can take hold of their powers, we can mount an effective resistance. His reputation among the kingdoms will prevent him from making a move first."
A chuckle enveloped the room. "That is quite the strategy."
The occupants sprang up from their seats, looking at the entrance to see a man in a suit holding a briefcase. The man fixed his tie. "Of course, it is an exceptional one."
"Hold." Salem commanded to her pawns, who looked at her. She added when she saw attempts of protest. "Do not question me. "
They did, sitting back down. She raised a brow at her little intruder. "Who are you?"
He smirked. "My name...doesn't matter as much as what I'm about to offer you."
"Really?" She glared at the man. "What can you give?"
His smile never left his face. "My allegiance to you."
The assassin, Mercury laughed, but then stopped when he noticed her looking at him. "What makes you think I'll accept this...offer?"
"I will prove invaluable, Salem." The man smiled knowingly. "You just have to take my word for it."
"And...if you have any doubts about my loyalty. No sane man or spy would walk up to you like this, calm and confident in a room filled with people that are more than happy to end my blabbering." He fixed his tie and readjusts the grip on his briefcase. "What is your choice?"
She thought over it. This man was right, no sane man would be so confident in making a deal with her. His confidence and calm demeanor was uncompromising. Salem had faced such people, their lives ended swiftly. This one, however, was piquing her curiousity. She thought over the decision before making it.
"I accept." Salem started. "But I am still skeptical about you, therefore you will be assisting Watts with negotiations since you are so exceptional at that."
The man smiled, while Watts looked at him in suspicion. "Of course, my mistress."
[END]
I'm pretty sure you guys can tell I half-assed this, what can I say? I want to finish this story so I can work on revising this completely.
Reasons for remaking this:
- I had little planning involved during Part One and Two.
- I was relatively new in writing during Part One.
- Too much stupid decisions have been made in Part One and Two, and retconning those decisions would be painful.
- Simply remaking Part One and Two is hard when I keep seeing all the mistakes.
- Union is a little too nonchalant, it didn't feel right.
- Momentum in writing this story has been lost and my 'skill' has left me.
- Reading the past chapters made me do this.
Due to these reasons, I will be remaking RWBY's Mod and replacing it with 'The GModder's Remnant' or something.
That leads me to the next part of this AN: I have questions for you, my dear readers.
1. Should the new story take place a little while before Volume 1 of RWBY starts? Or should it follow this story and start before the episode of 'Breach'?
2. Should I bring his younger sister? Note that if she won't be brought in, the story will become much more darker, edgier and M-rated.
3. Should Union's powers be limited, or free?
Limited as in, his summoning of NPCs are limited to 1 squad (See NPC Groups Addon.), and Props are only the ones that can be grabbed by the Gravity Gun (Smol to Medium Props).
Free is when his NPC spawns are endless, meaning he can summon an army if he wants to, and Props of all shapes and sizes are allowed.
4. Should the Workshop be allowed? Note that if it won't, then Union will have additional NPCs, weapons and props but cannot get anymore.
5. Should Union's NPCs be more 'robotic' or 'human'?
Robotic means they still have their little quirks that allow them to work independently, but they will still follow orders without hesitation, even doing atrocities. They socially act according to their lore, somewhat.
Examples: Human Resistance NPCs are actually just humans, Transhuman Units don't display any social quirks but have their moments, Synths, Headcrabs and Antlions are just friendly animals to their spawners, and Zombies are just funky.
Human simply means they won't follow any orders if they know it's going to physically hurt their spawner in anyway. They socially act the same with different personality traits.
6. What the hell am I supposed to name the story?
PM me, leave a review, or do anything of the sort to tell me your answers. Every answer counts.
Now, I shall see you guys soon, I'll start writing the intro chapter then I'll be waiting for your answers so I can write the next one. I will still be writing them RWBY's Mod Files, just under a new name. Upload time will be slowed since I'm typing this out with my outdated IPad 2 currently not supporting the new update the FFdotnet app has.
It was a fun ride with this story and I truly am grateful for the reviews I've been given (Even the bad ones lmao), I cannot overstate the significance of it.
As always, I'll see you.