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RelightTheTorch: POTATO.

Treefrogger: It is. I guess.

Yinko: Forgot to PM this to you, but he thought it was suspicious. He off-story gained knowledge about the Fang.

RandomGuest: Me too! I can't wait~ also, the reskinned RWBY characters act like regular combine and resistance, depending on the player's preference.

Anyhow, I'll include the lil' vague opening to the second part of this fic at the end as well as the descriptions. See you there.

This happens after Chapter 1's event.

"Care to tell me what's your business here?"

The player eyed the kneeling, angry looking captain. Well, he was wearing a helmet. But body language is a thing.

"Fuck y-" He was cut off by a punch to the cheek.

"Oh...my god. Are we seriously going there?!" The player complained, pulling out a Magnum.

"Listen here, bud." He pointed the magnum at the captain's thighs. "I might hate doing the violent stuff, but when someone pushes me into resorting to it. They will regret it."

"Do your worst." The captain challenged.

The player shrugged. "Sure, why not."

First bullet, aura damaged. Second bullet, aura at half. Third bullet, aura close to breaking. Fourth bullet, lodged itself in his thigh.

He doubled over from the pain. The player lifted his head. "Tell me."

"Fuck off."

"What's that? Shoot me again? Sure."

A loud shot is heard, followed by the gritting of teeth as the captain tried to stave off the pain. The player sighed after a few seconds.

"Jeez, fix him up." A pair of medics went over to the captain and carried him out.

The player shook his head. Before looking over the remaining hostages.

"Who's the second in command?"

Silence.

"Fine." He made his way over to one of the hostages and pulled her infront of the crowd.

After muttering an apology to the female. He broke her aura and sat her down in a spawned chair. Two soldiers pointed their guns at her, while the player pointed his 357 on her thigh.

"Tell me."

Some of the soldiers squirmed, but didn't do anything. One, the player noted, looked away.

"Gotcha." He ordered the soldiers to bring her back to the crowd and went over to the noted individual.

"What's your rank?" He asked.

Silence cut off with a loud bang.

"What. Is. Your. Rank?"

"L-Lieutenant."

"Good enough. What was your objective that led you here?"

"W-We were tasked with bringing y-you in."

"Didn't go well huh?"

Silence.

"Well, that's great. After your wounded are patched up, let's go back to the village."

Disbelief flooded the room, coming from the crowd of hostages.

"You heard me." Before looking over to the guards. "Bring them up." He ordered the soldiers.

Organizing the group was easy, there was just some swears here and there. He brought the specialists with him. He stationed the cancer squad and zombines to the village. The Antlions were clearing the place clean of Grimm.

They walked out, or marched out of the cave and into the village. It was night and they were greeted with four snipers, two dozens of robots, five soldiers and three VTOLs in the air. A loud speaker spoke.

"Individual! Release the hostages and turn yourself in! Or else we will open fire!" As if the welcoming party wasn't nice enough.

"Sure." He gestured the specialists to release the hostages, to which they did.

"Drop your weapons!" They did.

"Walk slowly towards us with your hands up!" 'Wow,' the player thought, 'maybe next time tell me to bring a rocket launcher.'

The player sensed his NPCs encircling the position, the others converging on the snipers.

He smiled under his Playermodel, walking to two soldiers.

"You shouldn't have come here." He whispered loudly.

"Look who's talking." The soldier muttered, the player chuckled.

And hell broke loose, again. Only in GMod.

Striders shot down the VTOLs, combine squads became the snipers and rained down bullets, zombies poured out of the tree line and attacked the unlucky ones caught in their path.

His specialists knocked out his and their captors. While the NPCs tried not to kill them, they still have accidental kills. The fight ended quickly and messily. There was unlucky soldiers that died, two crashed VTOLs, pieces of the other VTOL strewn about, robot bodies on the ground and zombie corpses. The NPCs hoarded the remaining soldiers that lived to tell the tale.

He walked towards the hostages and spoke. "Be sure to tell your superiors, not to mess with us. It's ill advised." He looked at one of the combine shotgunners.

"Gather the fallen and put them in body bags. Tell the others to take care of the rest." The shotgunner understood what he meant and ordered the cleanup to start.

The player walked away with the zombies following soon after, disappearing into the tree line.

He didn't go back to the cave, he went back to the main base. When he reached his quarters, he laid down on his bed.

He switched his Playermodel back to his anime one, because he felt weird when the art style didn't merge well with normal him in it.

Being very exhausted, sleep came quickly.

The next day, he looked out of the window. Seeing a flying ship arriving on the direction of the village.

He sighed.

And that's over. Fast rite? Because GMod is OP.

Anyways, here is the very short preview to the introduction of the second part!

Heavy panting, followed with footsteps. Snow falling slowly behind him.

He has to know what happened. It's just his pet peeve.

The sky was grey, clouds looked stormy and thunder is often heard.

He found the end of the treeline which led him to a cliff.

A swirling cloud, with thunder and green lightning accompanying it, perched itself on top of a huge dark tower that penetrated the sky. Millions of small shapes are seen flying out of it and into the city below the tower.

The unintended side effects of his uninformed self can be a bit infuriating, but now? Not now.

He wished he could paint this, if he wasn't very tired.

He pushed himself too hard.

Spoooky.

And here are the descriptions characters with fun little tidbits I added.

-Combine/Union/The Player/Whatever the hell you or I want to name him-

Appearance Details: 21, male, average physique, short dark brown hair and cobalt eyes.

Current Outfit: Blue long-sleeved turtleneck shirt, light grey jeans with a brown belt, black socks and black sneakers.

Combine Playermodel: Combine Elite uniform with cyan replacing the red.

Zombine Playermodel: Sabrean's Headcrab Mod Zombine Elite, with cyan markings.

Updated Combine Playermodel: Jim's Combine V2 Elite, cyan markings.

Next Outfit (To be used later on): White long-sleeved collared shirt with cyan colored Overwatch Elite emblems on the back and arms, white jeans, black jack boots, and black gloves.

Weapons Used: Physgun, Toolgun, Camera, Gravity Gun, AR2 (He can dual-wield these later on), Spas-12, RPG, Grenade and Stunstick.

-Celeste Grace/The Huntress-

Appearance Details (because I was a fricking idiot and didn't decide to tell you guys): 22, female, slim physique, long blonde hair and purple eyes.

Current Outfit: Brown unbuttoned leather vest, Yellow elbow-length sleeved undershirt, yellow fingerless gloves, yellow shorts, silver arm and knee guards. brown utility belts holding pouches and brown knee-length boots.

Next Outfit: Yellow Sleeveless shirt, brown scarf, yellow shorts, yellow fingerless gloves and brown knee-length boots.

Weapons Used: A Spear...also a gun, because it's RWBY, and a pistol.

More will come later on...

See you next!