Here it is~

Overlad: Interesting scenario, but yeah it wouldn't work. Considering Jinn is housed in only one container, so the original is irreplaceable. And the fact he won't know it exists until he's directly involved in the RWBY cast. But good scenario anyways.

DrM-FF: Here you have it~

I'm taking 'romance notes' from Kaguya-Sama: Love is War. Bad choice, but it'll enhance the humor. Though, I am having second thoughts.

Because I can't seem to keep a straight face reading/watching the anime/manga.

So uh...um... Here's the chapter!

"Leader One to Union, we have clear viscon on the outbreak."

"Union to Leader One, has all squads gone to their points?"

"Affirmative."

The player, known here as Union, pocketed his radio and looked back down, he brought the radio out again.

"Union to Seer One, what's the estimate number we are dealing with?"

"Fifty-three soldiers, Seventy AKs, Twenty vehicles, and Ten Paladins."

"Acknowledged. Union to Flame One, target the Paladins and Vehicular assets. Copy?"

"Copy."

"Union to all teams, when I fire, commence operation. Confirm?"

A chorus of affirmatives met him. Union pointed his rifle down below in the shadow of darkness.

He saw the specialist from earlier talking to one of the captains from a squad. He pointed his sniper rifle at the specialist's head, before shifting it away to the captain.

'Let's leave you to tell the tale.' He thought before pulling the trigger.

The shot impacted against the captain's head, his helmet doing little to protect the damage done. Before the rest could get their bearings, many more similar shots were taken. Killing those unfortunate enough to be in a powerful spot. Rockets collided with trucks, APCs, VTOLs and tanks. The piloted suits were obliterated by blue lasers shot from tall Striders.

The robots were taken out easily, but they knew where their attackers were and thus returned fire. The human soldiers blindly shot where the robots were shooting, it worked a bit. Then the hunters came, mauling apart robots and soldiers alike. Some vehicles have fallen prey to them, as they were much more agile.

Striders, accompanied by Combine Soldiers, came shortly after. Impaled, shot, dissolved, slashed, and stabbed were common causes of death in this scenario. The whole place was a bloodbath, and full of robot gore.

Of course, there were casualties on the NPC side. Some of the vehicles survived and got to work with their MGs and tank rounds. The MGs suppressed the Combine Soldiers, and heavily damaging the hunters. Some of the piloted suits were laying waste to some of the advancing squads and battled with Striders. Overall, it was a 60/40 battle that is rapidly changing.

The reason for that change was the inclusion of the Specialist. He would have to deal with her.

Dropping down was easy, though the fall damage got to him a bit. He drew a stunstick and ran up to the Specialist. She saw him going closer and blocked the strike, before kicking him away. They stared down at each other, eying both for the first movements. Out of the blue, he threw a pheropod towards her.

Of course, she cut it in half. The ooze from the pod got itself stuck in her blade and clothes. She wrinkled her face from disgust and angrily prepared a thrust towards him. He sidestepped the attack, but jumped back when she slashed at his midsection. Dodging slashed and stabs thanks to the GMod speed.

Suddenly, an antlion bursted out of the ground and flew towards the Specialist. It was cut in two before it could do anything, but two more took its place. The gunfire died down as the Combine units were replaced by the Antlions. Lethality was average, but it was good to have less deaths. If anything, he'd do anything to get rid of the notifications.

Union was having an astounding time dodging the slashes and stabs from the Specialist, who noteworthingly was able to kill any of the offending antlions. Of course, he wasn't perfect in his dodging. A few slashes pushed him back, and the overall attacks whittled down his energy shield. So he resorted to blocking.

With props.

Drawing his Toolgun, he used it in conjunction with his stunstick in terms of defense. Unorthodox, but effective. Before the Specialist could do another stab, she was met with an Antlion Guard's charge. It caused her to flew back a few meters away, but she regained her footing before she could fly away some more.

By then, most of the surviving soldiers were kept an eye on by Combine Soldiers somewhere in the forest. So she was alone, aside from Union and an army of Antlions.

Of course, he doesn't go too far.

"Alright, that should be enough. Go now." He patted the Antlion Guardian next to him, who rumbled to his guards, who in turn rumbled to the mass of soldiers.

Chunk by chunk, they left. Leaving the two alone. He placed his hand to his nose...er helmet.

"Can't you guys just leave me?"

She sneered in response. "You have attacked and killed Atlessian Soldiers. Of course we couldn't just leave you."

"Good point, but you guys attacked and threatened first." Before she could respond, he sighed. "I have most of the survivors captive and I'll return them back to you. The death toll will keep rising the more you come back, so be sure to tell your superiors to back off."

Again, she was cut off by the return of the survivors. The soldiers, once done with putting the prisoners next to the Specialist, went back to the bushes and foliage. The last one to leave was Union who looked back at them, giving the same lazy salute he did during the breach.

Next day...

Back at home base.

He guessed it was because of the downloads from earlier, but damn what are these?!

So many NPCs, weapons, vehicles, models, and props have been added to his spawnlist and context menu. Most of them were combine related, some from the beta, concept art, or from entirely different sources. He felt like he can rule a city with all these NPCs, eheh. But um, he didn't feel like a tyrant. Nor will he ever try to be, mostly because of how taxing it will be.

And mostly worrying about the Stormtrooper Effect.

Looking out the window, he saw the floating coliseum. Remembering the huge TV screens in it, he wonders if he could hack into them and broadcast a 'do not disturb' for him.

"Nah, I don't want to be causing mass panic. Especially when the creatures lurking out of their walls are attracted to it, must be a fetish."

He actually wondered about the creatures' existence and creation as he paced around the room, looking for something to do.

"Gah, maybe I should've gotten a scroll..."

He placed his hand to his chin in thought.

"I wonder how the drunkard's doing."

In another place...

Qrow sneezed, causing the others to look at him as they walked through the vault.

Back at the base...

"He's probably being a good uncle."

He sat down in his bed as he looked at the sleeping Poison Headcrab, which reminded him of something.

"Oh right, names." He went over to it and poked it awake.

"Heeyyy, buddy. We're going to find out what your names gonna be!"

It chirped.

"What do you mean I already gave you a name?"

A squeak.

"'Cure'? Man, I'm a bad namer." He mused.

It squawked at him.

"Alright! Alright! You can go back to sleep."

He went to his bed and silently wondered what the next day would bring. Even though it was still noon. He sighed, covering himself with his blanket.

He drifted to sleep, terribly slow.

He opened his eyes again, oh shoot he was in a dream. That explains the weird feeling of being italicized.

He felt...satisfied? Content? Sad? All of the mentioned?

He didn't know, but dreams were the only things he had in common in this world. So he would welcome it with open arms...

Even if they hurt.

He heard her little sister laugh as he was placed in a couch with his younger sibling, watching a not so scary movie. To which they laughed about it afterwards.

Next was his group of friends, all laughing and screaming about some dumb teammate or a contraption falling apart.

The next one was an all too familiar sight of blonde hair...

Then it all stopped.

It was replaced with him standing in a crowd, the people within being all happy and joyful. They radiated with positivity.

He was the complete opposite, a clear reminder on how he wasn't a part of the world.

Oh how he wished he was. Right now, he was an off colored stain.

He knelt down and all of it disappeared.

All he could hear, came from his mouth.

"Why?"

~~Line Break~~

Poor guy, sort of relatable amirite?

Well, don't worry. He'll get his consolement soon.

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