[The Wyrdweaver does not own either Half-Life or... *awkward, semi-uncomfortable shuddering breath* RWBY, as they belong to Valve and while RWBY is produced by Roosterteeth/Warner Brothers and/or Crunchyroll, it will always be owned by the Late Monty Oum... now, I need to get back to my... *Another shuddering breath* Superiors...]
NAME:
Dr. Cobalt Jeanne Shepard
"The Last One Standing"
STATUS:
Alive
OCCUPATION:
Scientist
CURRENT LOCATION:
Xen
"So... This is how I'm going to die?" Thought Cobalt, surrounded by rubble, dust, and ash. He was currently pinned under a pile of concrete chunks of the Black Mesa Research Facility. How did it come to this again? Oh yeah...
His invention.
He created The Anti-Mass Spectrometer, He designed the damn system, before that SELLOUT BASTARD Rosenburg claimed all the damn credit! Honestly... he wished Rosenburg did design the A.M.S... Cobalt could never have imagined the sheer horror he had a hand in unleashing. It all started off as nothing more then a normal day... but tragedy tends to disguise itself as that... The Sample overpowered the system, seemingly... took control or something... all He really knew was that because of the Anti-Mass Spectrometer's reaction with that accursed sample caused a Resonance Cascade. tearing open the walls between worlds. Aliens of all kinds began to invade Earth, starting with Black Mesa. Working together with whatever remained of the Scientists and Security, mostly Gordan and Barney, some soldiers, and Adrian, his dear Older Brother.
It was... chaotic, messy... blurry.
All he could really remember was panic, fear, desperation, and uncontrollable rage... What he did remember was that he needed to stop this. He needed to stop this Tragedy... He needed to live. And if it wasn't for Prototype H.C.A holding his body- Actually, it's better to describe it as the H.C.A. holding his broken bones, bruised organs, and torn muscles together in a fleshy bag covered in Highly-Advanced Military Grade Armor. Boy, was he glad he was given Project: Chimera... but...
It isn't really going to help now, is it? He was stuck here, in a rapidly collapsing area of Xen, trapped underneath rubble with the H.C.A. out of power, on top of bleeding out like a goddamn dam breaking apart...
Wait... is that...?
Son of a bitch.
That Suitcase. That Blue Suit. That stupid-fucking Haircut. Those... Unnatural eyes... It was him. That Man.
The First Time that Dr. Shepard saw him was at the World-Science Conference, talking with that slimebag Breen. Then he saw him EVERYWHERE! The Armory, Weapon Research, Teleportation Labs, The Silo, absolutely EVERYWHERE! He couldn't tell if the Spook was an ally or enemy, as he helped and endangered Shepard. Just who was that spook...
Son of a bitch.
That Blue Suit. That Black Suitcase. That stupid fucking Haircut. Those Unearthly Eyes... it was him.
The Spook stared down at the Doctor, right before a flash of light took the both of them away.
-{POV: Dr. Cobalt}-
Waking up to the rumble of an engine, I was immediately confused. Wasn't I stuck under piles of rubble in Xen? Looking around, I noticed that I was on a... HECU Jeep? Turning around, I noticed that I was apparently being driven through the void of space... How the hell? Looking down, I noticed that I was in my old clothes, before the Resonance Cascade... Immediately checking for any wounds on my person, only to discover absolutely nothing. I felt good.
"Ah, I see you have..." A shuddering breath. "Awoken."
Whirling my head around, I saw that spook. That... G-Man...
"You! Where are we!?"
"Ah, do not... worry, Dr. Shepard... you are safe. We are... in a place where you can harm no one, and no one can harm you." The G-Man gave an awkward smile as he placed that strange suitcase onto his lap.
"What... do you want with me?"
"Well..." The G-Man drew a shaky, unnatural breath. "I have... recommended your abilities... to my Employerssss... and they have authorized me to offer you a job."
A... job?
A flash, and we were driving away into the New Mexico Desert.
"What...?"
The G-Man smiled that sinister smile, and gestured behind me. Turning around, I saw the Black Mesa Research Facility turn into nothing more than a radioactive crater with a mushroom cloud forming overhead...
"Oh Gods..." The Sheer Horror I felt...
"Now, you have..." Shuddering Breath. "Immense potential... and I am willing to..." Sharp Inhale. "Give you... the opportunity to help others, if you accept..."
"Who survived?"
"Dr. Shepard-"
"WHO!?" I roared, rage and sorrow practically exploding out of my heart.
The G-Man paused for a moment, as if in thought, before he answered. "A few... scientists, your mentor, an administrator or two. An infant named Alyx, Security Officer Barney Calhoun..."
"What about my brother? What about Gordon?"
The G-Man smiled a creepy smile. "Dr. Freeman and Corporeal Shepard are... in similar places as you at the moment... Dr. Freeman has been hired, while Corporeal Shepard is currently in stasis, where he can... heal."
Heal? What did this creep mean by that?!
"Don't worry, Dr. Shepard... your dear brother will be fine. As for the offer..."
A flash, and suddenly we were both in Xen, with us still in the Jeep, now sitting idle on a floating island where an HECU Osprey had crashed, and a small unit of soldiers were dead around it.
"Now, due to your... circumstances... should you refuse my offer, I shall deposit you back to your... death. If you wish to accept, however... Please walk into the light."
One final flash, and alongside the Jeep, we were in the void, where the only thing besides us was a rectangular door made of pure light.
"If you accept, you shall retain whatever weapons you have left, alongside Project: Chimera..."
Well shit. Talk about a bind... Accept or Die... damn it.
Standing up, I exit the Jeep, and entered the doorway...
The G-Man smiled as his new Employee entered stasis. Opening the suitcase, he pulled out a phone, and made a call to a potential Client...
NAME:
Dr. Cobalt Jeanne Shepard
STATUS:
Alive (Stasis)
EVALUATION:
Ready for Duty
ORDERS:
To be Decided.