[Name: Kaiser Triassarle Lockhart

Race: Human

Occupation: Reincarnated/Soldier

Reincarnated Skills: Death March System (Augmented), Adam Jensen's Augments, Physical Immortality

Skills: Juggernaut RIG (Soul Bound), Hack Resistance, Mind Immunity

Patron Deity: Amaterasu

World: Earth (Deceased), Dead Space/Aliens

Age: 24, Height: 5'6, Weight: 200lbs, Ethnicity: Caucasian

Mental State: Sociopathic Neutrality

Rank: Master Sergeant]

[Admin Keltson has approved this reincarnation and changes for Keeper-256]

[Inserting Keeper-256 into the universe aboard the Ishimura, one year before "cannon"]

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Waking up, my eyes felt heavy, and I noticed a few differences already as I faintly remember being at home and feeling something wrong with my heart, then nothing. Now I'm waking up in a weird room, in a bunk, in a vastly changed body, and with essentially a system diagnostics screen in the corner of my vision. Sighing, I grumble under my breath before sitting up and getting out of my new bed it would seem.

Metallic feet clanking against the flooring of the room I awoke in. Finding a mirror in the room, I studied my new appearance and noted I basically had Adam Jensen's augments and a very rugged but heavy-duty looking spine rig with…. Eighty segments of health bars.

That tells me two more things, I'm in Dead Space and have possibly all of Jensen's augments. So, the visual stuff I'm seeing is his info-link eye augments, which would explain the system diagnostics in the corner of my vision. Focusing, I tried activating the nanoblade augment, and then something appeared on my HUD as a pitch-black blade came out of my wrist.

[Nanoblade Mastery (1/300): How well you can use the Nanoblade Augment in combat and for unconventional uses of it.]

That's odd… but useful means if I do something specific I can learn something and track its progress. Is that an augment feature or something else, however? Wait, if I'm in Dead Space, then where the fuck am I located? Surely, it's not the USG Ishimura right? Actually, knowing my luck, it is precisely where I'm at. Just when exactly would be a better question?

With a frustrated sigh, I would spend a few hours checking more things about myself, such as augments and if I have actual personnel files. Along with exploring my new hell, as at some point this ship will become a death trap. So, my personnel file was quite something, just I also was recorded to be in an accident, which seems a bit too conveint for my situation, yet I'll take it. I've also discovered something else, I have a character sheet sort of that tracks everything I currently have since waking up, thank god I wouldn't even know half the shit I have if it wasn't there.

[Name: Kaiser T. Lockhart, RIG Number: 304589210, RIG Model: Juggernaut

Age: ??, Hair: Dark Brown, Height: 5'6, Weight: 200lbs, Eye Color: Hazel, Ethnicity: Caucasian

Medical Condition(s): High-Risk Sociopath, High-Risk Psychosis, Amnesia, Derealization Disorder, Reality Dissociation

Medical History:

After an incident on Mars during a search and rescue mission for the CEC Black Ops group Fenrir Mr. Lockhart suffered several life-threatening injuries. How the man was still alive when half of his team was dead due to REDACTED in that Wey-land Yutani settlement, REDACTED, we will never know. However, the man was alive and still fighting medical teams as they tried to calm him down, even with most of his body damaged beyond belief. It took six Synths to hold him down and sedate him for EMCS until he could be treated for his condition. He has since been augmented with various augmentations to further turn him into a weapon of war, on Mr. Yutani's own personal recommendation. When he had first become cognizant again, Mr. Lockhart showed signs of amnesia and soon derealization disorder and reality dissociation. These issues persisted for several months until he decommissioned and became an E.C.G using his old RIG aboard the USG Ishimura.]

[Name: Kaiser Triassarle Lockhart

Race: Human

Occupation: Reincarnated/Soldier

Reincarnated Skills: Death March System (Augmented), Adam Jensen's Augments, Physical Immortality

Skills: 23

Body Skills: Juggernaut RIG (Soul Bound), Hack Resistance, Mind Immunity, Nanoblade Mastery, Typhoon Mastery, P.E.P.S. Mastery, Icarus Dash/Landing Mastery, Rifle Mastery, Special Weapon Mastery, Pistol Mastery, Blade Mastery, Blunt Mastery, Bilingual, Desensitized

L.L. Skills: Cooking Mastery, Animal Handling, Stealth (UNKNOWN), Drawing, Writing, Calm Mind, Multi-task, Parallel Thought, Pain Tolerance (ABNORMAL)

Augments: 31

Cranium: Social Enhancer (MAX), Dialectric Enhancer (MAX), Hacking Capture (MAX), Camera Domination (MAX), Turret Domination (MAX), Robot Domination (MAX), Hacking Fortify (MAX), Hacking Stealth (MAX), Infolink (Max), Cochlear Impant, Subvocalization Implant, Micro-Assembler (MAX)

Eyes: Stealth Avatar (MAX), LiDAR Mark-Tracker (MAX), Smart Vision (MAX), Retinal Prothesis (MAX), Wayfinder Radar System (MAX), Chaff (MAX), Topographics, Range Boost, Vision Feedback, Noise Feedback

Torso: Sentinel RX Health System (MAX), Sarif Series 8 Energy Converter (MAX), Implanted Rebreather, Hydrogen Reactor Implant

Arms: Cybernetic Arm Prothesis (MAX), Cybernetic Weapon Handling (MAX), P.E.P.S. (MAX), Remote Hacking (MAX), TESLA (MAX), Nanoblade (MAX),

Back: Icarus Landing (MAX), Quicksilver Reflex Booster (MAX), Typhoon (MAX), Focus Enhancement (MAX), Icarus Dash (MAX)

Skin: Glass-Shield Cloaking (MAX), Rhino Dermal Armor (MAX), TITAN (MAX)

Legs: Cybernetic Leg Prothesis (MAX)

Patron Deity: Amaterasu

World: Earth (Deceased), Dead Space/Aliens

Age: 24, Height: 5'6, Weight: 200lbs, Ethnicity: Caucasian

Mental State: Sociopathic Neutrality

Rank: Master Sergeant]

That honestly is all an info dump, but again, pretty useful, just the masteries are all at 1 or 0 same for a lot of my skills except for stealth. Stealth is glitched, probably because I'm so used to just walking silently even in heavy stuff that I would always jump scare people even if they knew I was around. Which was strange, admittedly, since I wore steel toed boots that were heavy, yet I could walk with barely a sound even on hard surfaces that should've echoed my steps. Which is making the fact I'm mostly metal now and walking with ZERO sound terrifying, but also thrilling because I'm the tank you won't hear killing you until the last second if I go stealth ops on you. Also, Sarif Industries did briefly existed here… though they went bankrupt and all executives and employees executed for treason against the Earth, the one who blamed them was Wey-Land Yutani.

Bethesda also has apparently gotten so good at just releasing games with enough room for community changes and support that they're the top RPG company now. Skyrim is also still famous along with Minecraft because nothing beats being a racist Nord in Skyrim or just building a dirt house and being proud of it before a Creeper blows it up. Anyway on a side note, my job aboard the Ishimura is Extreme Containment Guard because sometimes if someone or something isn't playing nice and murders half the crew involved. It needs to be contained with extreme force and six feet under usually.

Just I wish these Unitologist and secret Darwin Era cultists I've been meeting just wandering around would stop trying to convert me… I'm not going to praise a fucking rock or beg a Xenomorph to fuck me up and love it. Shaking my head to get back on track, I had learned it was a year before the cannon should start. So, I plan to use this time to work on my skills while maintaining my new life, and logging my time aboard the Ishimura before and during the coming death trap in exactly one year.

\\ 2 Months later \\

It's been two months since I've begun my life in this new universe of absolute hell. In these two months I've been forced to contain SIX Xenomorph outbreaks with EXTREME prejudice, luckily no one but twelve cultists, in total, died during each of those.

A Facehugger did get me and a Xenomorph came out of my mouth, since my chest is full of machinery. The little shit seemed absolutely confused at the lack of a hive or Queen that it looked at me as if I had the answers to life. When I tried to kill it while it was still small, the little shit climbed all over me.

By the time I grabbed it and stared it in the face. A notification from that Death March System popped up on my HUD.

[Xenomorph Praetorian has become your companion.]

That one fucking message was all it took to make the side more attached to animals, not allow me to even kill it. So after annoying the Security Chief with paperwork, and a lot of silent intimidation, I now have a Xenomorph wearing a jacket vest with a Spine RIG accompanying me everywhere.

The moment a cultist tried praising them, the big girl went ballistic and dismembered them after dragging them into the vents. Somehow even with their size. The fact there were a lot of people who watched the cultist literally try and declothe, while screaming "take me" helped in not getting sent to the brig. Had to essentially train a Xenomorph like a dog though after that.

\\ Five Months later \\

Footage of Red Marker, that would later effectively kill everyone on the Ishimura, was sent in yesterday. With its arrival the Unitologist got more crazed and zealous. Dr. Mercer in particular, and a communication blackout was also slowly being established to make sure the true "mission" isn't impeded. Cuddles HATES the Marker, the Praetorian literally trying to attack the video several times.

I've however managed to raise several skills to fifty and thirty respectively. Allowing more complicated or unorthodox methods to be deployed in situations. Temple, the head engineer, has also let me help with simple engineering tasks which unlocked Basic Engineering, Basic Physics, Basic Aerodynamics, Basic Mining, and Basic Geology as skills.

Meaning now they all seem to essentially have been engraved into my mind permanently somehow. They also have a bar saying 42% or lower depending on how much I've learned of them, instead of a proficiency bar like Nanoblade Mastery. This system thing really just seems like a progress tracker for things I actively put even small effort into.

\\ 7 Months later \\

Fucking shit I woke up in the morgue with Cuddles after we clearly died to a crazed doctor. We went to restrain a neurologist called Emilee Schwartz, as soon as they saw us the doctor shrieked. Throwing something onto the ground that broke and created EXTREMELY loud sounds.

I felt my brain literally melt from the sound waves scrambling it. Cuddles tried to shield me with her body and well we died together, guessing they couldn't get her off me so I still had all my gear on. Seeing the big girl essentially reanimate alongside me we untangled from each other and got the rigs mortis out of our systems.

The coroner was scared seeing us essentially alive once more, but we got filed as living once more. Although anyone who tried asking to study how we miraculously revived was met with the threat of a Xenomorph getting mad. Thankfully Nicole, Isaac Clark's girlfriend, was around when we literally ping ponged Mercer who kept trying to forcefully experiment on us. So now everyone is strictly forbidden from asking to "test" and "examine" us.

Mercer thought he was smooth in getting an "accidental" cut on me during a restraining of a patient. He never got those blood samples from me to last long enough for anything, as Cuddles cut his left hand off and melted everything with her blood. Sadly the hand survived, but with two less fingers due the acidic blood, and was reattached to his wrist.

Cuddles found any remains from our deaths and melted them as well. Mercer had the majority of them hidden in his office after learning we had revived. No way am I letting a SUPER regenerating immortal Necromorph be born from my shit. If the bitch dies they STAY DEAD, not revive from nothing after being burnt to ashes. Because Physical Immortality lets me do that, unless my soul dies I'll seemingly just keep coming back.

I'm fine with an immortal Xenomorph because they're my big baby. But an immortal Necromorph? Fuck no, staying dead is all it deserves not my immortality.

\\ 12 Months later \\

We've arrived on site of the Red Marker, all communication, except for the planet side, has been blacked out. Mining has begun but so has bringing the worst object in existence on the Ishimura. I've gotten things as far as I can and now I can only hope I can prevent a decent amount of survivors from dying. Temple is someone I definitely will make sure survives and stays sane. The man deserves it, he's a friend and is one hell of a fighter if push comes to shove.