Part 2 begins! I'm excited!
Now for reviews...
Luckyshot8: Not the leader of the Combine, but the leader of the NPCs. He just liked the Combine aesthetics, like how you would listen to really dark and deep songs for the epic or cool music. *whispers* like me~
Reich Meister: Thanks for the vote!
Guest 10-17-19: Union died and summoned the Citadel.
RandomGuest: GMod powers are handy to have, like for people too lazy to grab their coffee cup. There will definitely be more excitement!
Anyways, the vote that won is... *checks paper* ...Both! That means you'll be expecting what the two held, but merged sort of. Also, that preview from P1C8? Um, I have to change things a bit and the character attire changes as well.
So, I won't be holding you guys and gals here forever. I'll meet you at the ending AN!
His vision suddenly cleared up.
He didn't know how long he couldn't see, but it was a long time.
Floating through space, he heard something. Which was weird because he was in space, or so he thought.
He saw a white fog approaching him, it felt...heartwarming and calming despite his situation. He inched closer towards it.
Warning. Warning. Warning
It felt pretty close.
Warning. Warning. Warning.
Can he touch it?
"User."
He jolted awake, finding himself lying down looking up to a cloudless sky.
"User."
He hears faint alarms blaring, and an emotionless female voice.
"User, respond. Are you functional?"
He groaned, a beep stopped the alarms and the female voice seems satisfied.
"All vital signs are green, thank you for the verbal sign."
He nodded to no one, before sitting up. He winced at his bones protesting the fast movement, few minutes later he stood up. He stretched a bit, trying to get the muscles working. Noticing his gloved hands, he gave himself a look over.
He was wearing black gloves, a white collared long sleeved shirt, white jeans with padded armor on the thighs and black jackboots. He saw some other padded armor on his arms and forearms.
Looking around, he spotted nothing but trees and foliage. His mind felt a bit foggy, but he tried to remember something.
Union, his alias. That led to a lot of things.
It took him a while to remember everything, especially the Citadel. Is it still there, he wonders. He'll have to find a vantage point to look out to. The player started walking towards a random direction, which led him to getting lost a few times. But he found a clearing, which led to a cliff overlooking the forest below.
To the side of the cliff, he saw the ominous tower. The portal gone, but the tower still stood, its top above the clouds.
He didn't see any sort of activity, so he'll assume that he didn't start a massive invasion. Hearing a beep, he recollected his thoughts and went to his GMod Menu.
System has insufficient power to respond through commands. To remedy, please rendezvous at the System Tower.
Spawning emergency equipment, stay safe User.
Around him, an AR2, USP match, Spas-12, RPG, grenades, crowbar, and a Medkit spawned. The AR2 has 5 mags and 10 alternates, USP has 10 mags, Spas has 56 shells, RPG has ten rockets, ten grenades, and the Medkit had uses that regenerate slowly overtime.
The player grabbed the AR2 first before moving on with the rest. Curiously, the weapons and Medkit he picked after the AR2 turned into pixels and absorbed by him. Through further inspection, they were in his 'weapon bar'. He looked over his shoulder towards the Citadel, it's dark metallic exterior contrasting against the clear skies. Walking away from the cliff, he started trying to get down towards the forest below the cliff. Suddenly, he started running back towards the cliff, jumping towards his destination.
He felt a familiar bone crack on his legs, he winced a bit. Healing the damage bit, he walked towards the tower. After walking a bit, he immediately went bored, but not to the point of complaining. A rustle of bushes caught his attention, turning over to the source. Nothing went out, he switched his AR2 with his crowbar to conserve ammo.
Six Beowolves came out to confront him, no alpha and the others yet. One of them rushed towards the player. That beowolf got its chest stabbed by the other end of the crowbar, before it was cut open and shoved away. The other came barreling towards the player, its paw ready to strike. Its attack appendage was stabbed by the hook of the crowbar, before it was pulled towards the player.
As it was pulled towards the player, the crowbar was out of its hand and found itself in the jaw of the Grimm.
Union grunted as he pulled the Grimm over his shoulder, its jaw leaving the rest of the body as it hit the ground. Ducking under a swipe, he retaliated with the hook of the crowbar lodged in the left eye of his attacker. He pulled, and the bone plate on its face was peeled off and went flying. Pulling out his USP match, he shot down two and the last one was hooked in the chest and thrown in the ground.
It got its face riddled with bullets.
Footstep filled Union's ears, he looked over to the new arrivals. The rest of the pack glowered at him, he looked back with a smirk on his face. He prepared to kill them before three loud shots decapitated three beowolves, the alpha looked to its side before getting it face stabbed right through with a very mechanical looking spear used by a blonde woman.
She was dressed in a yellow bolero jacket with purple accents worn over a yellow undershirt, yellow shorts, brown fingerless gloves, and brown boots. A purple scarf was wrapped around her neck.
The spear lodged itself on a tree. Pulling it out, the woman decapitated a beowolf, then proceeded to end the other two with her sidearm. After the little skirmish, she sighed, flashing her eyes towards Union.
Purple locked with cobalt, each filled with surprise. Then purple flashed anger
Suddenly, Union's body was pressed against a tree, his crowbar dropped somewhere, a spear trapping him, a pistol aimed at his head and a woman who looked like she wanted him dead.
'What a nice wake-up call.' He quipped in his thoughts, feeling a bit high on temperature.
Cliffhanger! Hah!
Anyways, I might need some help in designating Remnant stuff as a term the Combine soldiers would use.
Y'know like how they characterized the Headcrab Zombies as 'Necrotics'.
But that's for later, I'll have to see you lads and lasses soon!
Please review, or I give you a malcompliance verdict.
