THIS CHAPTER IS NOW AN OMAKE. Will update chapter titles when I release the next chapter.

A/N: This was my original idea for Chapters 9 and 10. The 5Q was going to come by for a few chapters and then hop out after the war ended, but after reading reviews and thinking about it (I wrote these in two days) the last thing Delta needs is a power up. Also, considering these characters wouldn't come back and would kind of just clog up the story with OCs, this just doesn't really flow with the more non-intrusive behavior Delta has had so far in the story. It does venture too far into OC territory, I agree.

Alarm bells were going off in Lakyus' head as she made her way through the makeshift encampment near E-Rantel's walls.

Delta had failed to meet up at his usual time, and while that was a semi-common occurrence in and of itself, the timing was more than a little concerning.

Lakyus knows that fundamentally, Delta is attracted to great acts of violence. Whenever he can get his hands dirty, he absolutely would choose to do so. Any consideration of 'is this okay' or 'should I do this' is generally thrown out the window the moment someone points and says 'bad guy that way'. Ironically, it's also the only simple command Delta won't take offense to.

This is why the rest of Blue Rose are desperately attempting to find him before he joins the annual skirmish that was set to occur today between Re-Estize and Baharuth. Adventurer's parties have a need to stay out of international conflicts lest they become forcibly barred from a country, excluding them from valuable work.

For a party as high tier as theirs, quests of their caliber are few and far between, and many require they cross borders. Worst comes to worst, Lakyus reflected, he would be removed from their group, which would be a shame considering they had already spent about half a year together.

Delta's inclusion into Blue Rose fundamentally altered their style of combat as a party. With a literally immortal party member who worked best at anywhere but point blank, Evileye's prior role as a ranged caster was limited. Her abilities were more or less forced to play a supporting and defensive role to oppose Delta's extremely offensive abilities, putting up shields, buffing allies, and debuffing enemies. She would have her moments sometimes, but they had all quickly found out the only ways to beat an alert Delta was to simply be able to tank a few bullets for a counterspell or to get the jump on him, something he was surprisingly keen on avoiding.

It may not have been surprising to note, then, that the rest of the team had also had their ranged utility snubbed by the man who was likely the most powerful and quick ranged weapon user in a century. Tia and Tina's roles were reduced to a combination of information gathering and hit-and-run, though even that was somewhat limited by what Evileye called a sniper. Her own floating swords were only useful when bullets couldn't already pierce the hide of a quick creature, their time to reach the enemy a liability instead of the fearsome weapons they once represented.

Even Gagaran's role as tank was somewhat snubbed as Delta would often lead the party into dangerous combat situations to die from whatever traps Gagaran's bells hadn't disarmed or located. This, however, included the added bonus of absolute shock on the enemies' faces when the rest of their team would simply step over his body and continue as if nothing was amiss.

Their reactions were truly priceless when Delta inevitably made his way back a few minutes later to blast their heads off himself.

Lakyus broke out of her thoughts to find Delta hopping around a fair bit away at high speeds, coming straight at her. She waved at him as she walked into his path. "Hey, Delta!"

But he didn't seem to notice her even as she broke his speed with a solid thump against her, something that by all rights should have bowled her over but instead reduced Delta's speed to nil.

As Lakyus looked at Delta and he looked back, she realized something seemed… off. His eye pieces were a few shades greener than they usually were, and hints of yellow surrounded his mask. In fact, as she checked out his uniform, those same greens had replaced the more standard blue-and-gray colors she had come to know him by.

"Hey Delta, did you change your… Delta! Hey!" Lakyus called him angrily as she chased him for a few steps until he sped out of the realm of human movement.

She shook her head as she tried to reconcile with the Delta she had just seen. It had only been less than a day since she'd last seen him. Did he really get his uniform that extensively changed in that timeframe? Was there anyone who even could work with that sort of uniform?

She walked back to the main entrance of the camp to rendez-vous with her remaining party members only to find them already in deep discussion.

"Hey," Laykus greeted, "Have you guys seen Delta?"

"Evil boss." Tia and Tina responded simultaneously.

"We have trouble."

"Delta had red eyes."

"It was truly a terrible sight."

"Really? I just saw him a few minutes ago with green eyes." Lakyus noted.

"What?" Evileye jumped in. "His eyes were the same to me as they always were. How did we even see him at the same time, anyways?"

They sat in silence for a moment.

"I saw him too, but…you're not saying…" Lakyus trailed off. "There's no way." She chuckled nervously. Right? Right?

Evileye turned away, muttering about something apocalyptic while the rest of them paled.

Several heavy footsteps closed in behind Lakyus, loud conversation following.

"...The amount of times you've teamkilled for shits and giggles in ranked matches kinda justifies this warning."

"Aaaand?"

"And I'm just saying that you shouldn't kill these people. They may be en pee cees, but they're really smart."

"I bet you're just saying that because one of them's your why-fu." Another, higher pitched voice snarked. "Who is it? The girl with the big sword?"

"Oh will you two shut it? I'm sure they're looking to join the war. Why else would they be here?"

Lakyus whirled around in anger to tell the hooligans just what she thought of their comments when she was met face to face with three Deltas.

Correction, three Deltas who can talk. And all five of them are in the same poses Delta makes.

"Hey Delta, do they always look this stupid?" One of the men said.

"...No, and I'm honestly surprised they haven't said anything yet." Delta 1 admitted.

"You can talk?" Evileye finally broke their silence.

"...oh, shit." Delta 1 whispered.

"What?" Another man asked, a measure of concern in his voice.

"I just realized… they can hear voice comms too." Delta 1 groaned. "Okay, let's just- let me just- so guys, this is the team I've been working with." He says, trying his best to ignore the rising tension in the area. "The girl- lady with the big black sword is the leader of Blue Rose, Lakyus." He gestures to each of the members as he speaks. "The twins are Tia and Tina respectively, the team assassins. Gagaran's our tank, and Evileye is our resident magic caster."

"Wait a second." The squeaky man asked slowly, his high-pitched voice cracking in a way no adult man should, "Are you saying- Did you get a virtual harem?!"

Delta 1 sputtered for a second before delivering a comprehensive response: "w-whuh- What- Bruh. You know what, fuck you. They asked me to join their team after grilling me about my skills." He grumbled before turning back around to his teammates. "Anyways, these are my friends here. First is Obama-"

"Do you really need to do this, dude?" The squeaky man complained and was promptly ignored.

"-who is the team jokester." Delta continued without pause, gesturing at the red-eyed, darker clothed version of himself.

"Nice to meet you all." Obama greeted them with a commanding voice.

"Then we've got this asshat over here, Slayer, who constantly has his mind in the gutter." He gestured to a pale man with white hair and a pair of tinted glasses. A patched up leather coat and black gloves completed the 'ragged psycho' look, which contrasted the incredibly tidy hair and facial hair he seemed to keep up with. His actions and voice spoke to the mental age of a child, even if his face looked like someone well into their thirties.

"Luis is our resident movement player," Delta noted as he pointed his rifle to his green-eyed, green clothed equivalent who was stepping back and forth over a very small area very quickly, "And lastly we have Pack." Pack seemed to be wearing some sort of formal clothes with an oddly shaped semi-transparent hat that covered his eyes, nose, and most of his ears, making it hard to guess his age past 'adult'. A small part of his hat pointed out of the top of the back of his head.

"Yo, what's up guys? How 're y'all doin' today?" Pack greeted them casually, his lips never moving.

"Today? It… it could have been better, I suppose." Lakyus started, feeling the beginnings of a massive headache.


A/N: And all hell breaks loose. Just to set the players and their skins straight:

Delta = the original SAS model (variant B)

Obama = the red-eyed skin of the SAS model, D Squadron Officer

Luis = the green-eyed skin of the SAS model, B Squadron Officer

Slayer = 'The Doctor' Romanov | Saber, the white haired dude

Pack = condom guy aka Number K, he wears a condom on his head

Also thank you UndeadLord22 for pointing out that Evileye doesn't need to breathe, I've edited the prior chapter accordingly.


Gazef Stronoff watched the Baharuth Empire draw closer, the stomping of hooves and cries of warriors settling like a low pulse on the battlefield. As he sat up straight in front of. Wearing the four treasures of the Kingdom made him feel a little more alive, and he was ever grateful to the King for letting him wear it.

"Your armor's sick as fuuuck, bro."

Gazef took a few moments to digest what was just said as he turned to face the civilian. He wore what looked to be an expensive looking light blue shirt with pants of make he was sure he had never seen before. "I assume that was meant as a compliment?"

"Yeah, man. It looks like rubies. Very royal." The man nodded approvingly with his entire body. A weird quirk to be sure, Gazef noted.

"Thank you, sir."

"Pack. Name's Pack." Pack said nonchalantly.

"Sir Pack," Gazef began, a touch of worry in his voice, "I do not see any weapons or armor aside for that knife on your person. Are you sure you wish to remain on the front lines here?"

"Ah, I'll be fine here. Things only get dicey when I run out of ammo." Pack noted idly. "What's your name?"

Gazef was sure Pack's mouth was actually moving. It was probably just a trick of the light, of the pre-battle haze. "I am Gazef Stronoff."

"Duude, even your name is badass!" Pack chuckled amiably to Gazef's surprise. It seemed there were people in the kingdom who had yet to hear of his name. "Stronoff," he said, as if testing the way the name sounded. "Sounds Jermen. Where are you from?"

"I do not know of this 'Jermen', but I am from a small town up north." Gazef said, trying to put some of the pieces together of who this man was. "Where are you from, Sir Pack?"

"Ah, I'm from up north myself. New York's a nice enough place once you book it out of the city, you feel me? Ah- listen, I'll catch you later. I gotta get over there and start dealing with the bad guys." Pack hurried as he started jumping downhill towards enemy forces, picking up speed with every jump. His body barely even seemed to move aside from his legs as he pushed himself off the ground nearly instantly every time.

Stronoff stared, captivated as the man rocketed himself to the side of the enemy forces, joining a few other specs in the distance.

"Did you know who that man was? I can't seem to place his outfit." Gazef turned at the sound of Marquis Raeven's voice.

"No, but he introduced himself as Pack."

"An enemy, perhaps?" Raeven's grip on his sheathed hilt tightened. "Infiltrated into our ranks?"

At this Gazef shook his head. "He didn't seem to recognize my name. Besides, he was quite the amiable fellow."

Raeven laughed. "Only you could say something like that minutes before battle."

"We all ready?" Delta asked, drawing his AWP and scoping in to look for any prime targets.

"Bing chilling." Obama confirmed, his negev stationed a few steps forward from Delta's position.

"Do we really need to all be here right now?" Slayer whined at their right. "My recoil control isn't good enough to hit everything from this range."

"Then just use a negev or literally any non-spray pattern weapon." Delta bit back. "You don't have to use every waking moment to practice something."

"But that's part of the fun!" Slayer cried, a hint of mischievousness creeping into his voice.

"Whatever, man. Just get close to them after we start or something." Delta replied, resigned.

"Dude, these guys are actually so chill." Pack came flying in to complete the ensemble, SCAR in hand. "What AI do you think they used to make 'em?"

"There's no way it was GPT." Obama threw his two cents in.

"I don't even know, honestly. They hold conversations really well and remember things for a really long time. Like, several months." Delta wondered.

"Maybe it's custom made or something?" Pack said excitedly.

"Dunno. I feel like I would've heard of something like that coming out, you know?" countered Delta.

"Fair enough." Pack concluded, shelving the topic.

"It's a shame proximity chat is forced in this map or I'd be up on their heads already." Luis noted with a tinge of excitement, Nova at the ready.

"Agreed," said Delta. "Fire at 35:55."

Delta watched the clock on his screen tick up.

35:51.

35:52.

35:53.

35:54…

Gazef noted an eruption of sounds not unlike pots and pans crashing to the ground coming from where Pack had hopped off to, spotting brief bursts of yellow connecting them to the Baharuth soldiers. Whatever they were doing was decimating the Baharuth army, causing the right side of their formation to start falling like leaves in the wind.

Silence fell over their soldiers as they watched.

"Did you know…" Raeven trailed off, horror apparent in his voice.

"No." Gazef replied grimly. "Though I imagine this is partly Pack's work."

"There were… rumors, about Blue Rose's newest member." Raeven noted with strain in his voice. "They say he can take down targets with exceptional range, and that he could move with incredible speed." He shook his head. "I just… can't imagine that he could have done it on this scale."

"No." Gazef agreed as he watched the opposing army's forces collapse. "I don't think anyone could have imagined brutality on such a scale." He slowly ripped his gaze towards Raeven, an unspoken question raised between them.

Raeven sighed heavily. "I do think he's involved in all of this, somehow. Most people can't simply jump like Pack did, if that even is his name." He scowled.

Gazef turned back to see Baharuth retreating completely, with the yellow lights now appearing chaotically in many directions as opposed to their more arranged appearance at the start. "We don't know anything yet." He said firmly. "The only thing we do know is that we won't need to get our hands dirty because of them."

"And I am thankful for that." Raeven chimed in. "At least I can play with my kid again when I get home."

The unspoken note that none of their enemies would be able to do the same made their victory taste bitter in Gazef's mouth. Their skirmishes would have eventually ended in Re-Estize's loss, Gazef was sure, but the price of war should never be utter decimation. As the blood of their enemies spilt on the ground, he wondered if their new and unlikely allies knew the word surrender.

At least they were on his side.

"CHAAARGE!" A commander yelled, breaking the Re-Estize out of their stupor. The responding rally was weak, but as they began to realize just what the situation meant for them their fervor increased tenfold.

Gazef ripped out his own war cry, surging forward. As they closed the sizable gap between them and their remaining enemies he mentally suppressed reactions to the bodies littered on the ground until further notice, quickly scaring off any remaining units of the Baharuth Empire back to their own country. Arrows were shot at their retreating backs like target practice, with members of the Re-Estize army even trying to capture a few like spoils of war.

The small part of him that raged for blood to stain his sword was dissatisfied at being denied to do so; The larger part of him was disgusted at the carnage surrounding him. Bodies didn't just litter the battlefield; The ground wasn't even visible underneath all of the gore.

And of course the five standing at the center of it all were nearly covered in it from head to toe, because why wouldn't they be?

While his soldiers gave the men a wide berth out of fear and willful ignorance, Gazef pushed those thoughts down and stepped forward, one agonizing step at a time.

One of the men turned and greeted him as he neared. "Hey, uh, Gazef? What's up man!"

Gazef squinted as he made out that familiar clothing. "Is that you, Sir Pack?"

"Why do you say it like that?" Pack looked down at himself, as if not noticing the red his entire body was marred with. "Holy shit, is that like gore and stuff?! This shit's crazy man!"

"We've literally been trying to tell you this entire time…" He heard one of the others mutter back.

"That's super cool. Didn't know they'd have such realistic gore in this game. Isn't this like pee-gee thirteen or something?" Pack inquired.

"Nah, really? I kinda doubt a game with blood and guns would be rated thirteen plus." Another walked up to them. "Also I think the gore's just from this map. Looks like a custom mod."

"Eh, true." Pack conceded. "The gore's still awesome though. Wish it was in the main game."

"Sir Pack, who are the men with you?"

"Oh, these are my friends. Delta really wanted to show this map- world- fuck, how do I even describe why I'm here to en pee cees, Delta?" Pack shouted over the din of the others' conversation.

"Just- uh- say you guys wanted to visit from another country, or something!" Delta called back.

"And there you have it." said Pack, seemingly satisfied with that answer.

"...That other country," Gazef started, "is it that 'New York' that you had mentioned earlier?"

"Oh, nah, that's just the state. I live in the You Ess (or was it the US? Gazef couldn't tell), and there's a bunch of states inside it." Pack looked around as if he would be able to see country borders on sight alone. "Do you guys have, like, states or provinces here?"

"No, I do not believe we do."

"Huh. I guess it makes sense. Wouldn't want the lore to be too heavy on a workshop map or you risk losing players in the exposition…"

Gazef willed himself to not explode at them with a thousand questions that that comment had just brought. "And who is this with you?"

"Obama. President Obama to you, though." Obama commanded in a regal, upstart voice.

"Of course, President Obama. If I may ask, what are you the President of?"

"The President of the United States, dumbass." Obama deadpanned.