Hey everyone, I was feeling a bit iffy about more of my writing skills and I also wanted to write with a bit of my OC's. Fair warning my OC's are OP since they're are very advanced. This fic would concentrate more of me being detailed and trying to write better fight scenes. I'll probably do ten chapter and pause it. Either way as I mentioned I won't hesitate to kill any of the main cast and I will go off canon real quick.
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My name is Vilman, an Elder War Beta, a half-organic, half-robotic species; I am aged 2843 years old. Right now, I was looking out through the spaceship's window, admiring the endless void of space. The higher-ups have assigned me to shadow an E.O.T. (Elder On Trial) to train some rookies. Turning, I saw the E.O.T. He was sitting down, checking his weapon, a custom-made heavy machine gun that fires specialized custom round cartridges made to break down whatever armor or defense it hits. I would know; I got shot from it during one of our trainings.
Like me, he is also a War Beta. He has red curly hair that has pulled back into a short man bun. As normally issued, he is currently wearing a face mask that looks to be part of his face. The mask gives us a constant smile made by many small rectangles and two large red circular eyes that look like they belong on a gas mask. For his body, it is nothing special, at least for our kind. His pale white body looks like it is made of plastic (but isn't); in fact, we could easily be compared to life-size base dolls or mannequins. But despite its look, our bodies are made from very durable materials. And as a Beta ages, they'll constantly change their body to fit their way of fighting.
The E.O.T.'s name is Heil, aged 2453 years old, and a man of usually little words. When he does speak, it is usually direct and to the point. However, as an Elder, his duties will require him to speak more often. Something he isn't too happy about. In truth, I felt the same way when I entered Elder status. So I can sympathize with him.
"Heil," I said in a normal voice.
"Yes, sir?" He said, looking up from his weapon.
"Have you already formed up the training for these rookies?" I asked.
"Yes, sir, I have. Do you wish for me to explain it?" He asked as he placed the machine gun beside where he was sitting.
"Go for it," I told him, crossing my arms as I waited for him to explain.
"Very well. First, I'll test how the rookies will safely crash-land the ship after a simulated E.D.H. (Engine Debris Hit)." He explained, and I nodded for him to continue. "Depending on how they land, I'll make them scrap as many tools from the ship as possible or make repairs, but not before cloaking the crash landing to prevent natives from discovering us."
"Good, I was about to call you out on that, continue."
Nodding, he continues to explain his plan. "If natives are to discover said crash landing, they are to be detained, memory wiped, and fabricate something for said missing memory." Before he continued, I held my hand up to stop him.
"We got no dream weavers nor any tech to do that, so that won't be possible," I explained to him.
"Oh, then they'll be detained until we are discovered or choose to reveal ourselves."
"Alright, but what if they are not just some civilians but military personnel? Hell, even a whole battalion?"
"Give up attempting to repair the ship, vaporize it, and run off with as many tools and equipment as possible. Then we find a new location and try to make a new ship from scratch."
"Good, and do you know why we must vaporize it?" I questioned but knew he'd get it right since this is obvious for any living Beta.
"Any tools or equipment received from a lesser advanced civilization will capitalize on the power too quickly without it properly researched 100%. Depending on the species, this may cause an extinction event or total war, causing unnecessary violence on a global scale." I once again nodded at this.
"Good, now back to the crash landing. What will you do once you have properly hidden yourself with the cloaking device or found a new base of operations?"
"Set up the C.D.R (Cross Dimensional Relay) and open communications with Intel Betas from the Crossing dimension. Once open, take any assignments they may request and send them to the Crossing via any means. I've checked the permissions, and we can use magic, tech, or tear through reality to send it into the Crossing." I nodded in approval.
"Good, now for code E."
"Still can't believe we have a code for big sis." He asked incredulously.
With a sigh, I nodded, "Yeah, with how bored she's been recently, she has been interfering with many of these trainings. But at least she provides extra training to the rooks." I defended.
"How so?"
"She purposely sabotages their stuff; she says, 'It makes things more fun and adds to the challenge.' But I must admit it keeps the rooks on their toes for potential insider sabotage from outside forces."
"Sis is a menace." He said with irritation, but it also has a certain fondness.
"But we love her all the same," I said, nodding fondly. "Now, what do you do for a code E?"
"Make the rookies deal and adapt to every challenge our sister provides them." I nodded again.
"Good, you got the basics. There's a lot more, but I'll ask them when we reach that point. Are you ready to begin?"
"Yes, sir!" I signaled with my hand for him to proceed. Nodding, he stood up and holstered his machine gun on his back. Next, he reached under the area where he was sitting and grabbed a custom-made automatic handgun that fires high-caliber magnum rounds. Yeah, he likes to make sure it hurts them well. Holstering that gun, we walked out of our room and headed for the area where the rookies were waiting for us.
We arrived at the control area, where we saw the rookies keeping us steady in orbit around the planet we're trying to crash land in.
"Switch to autopilot and stand in attention, rookies!" Commanded Heil, I just went to the corner and leaned against it as I watched him. Immediately, the rookies began to fumble with buttons and switches before the ship shook, indicating that the autopilot systems had been turned on. Once done, they all stood in attention in front of Heil. "You lot are a bunch of youngsters who recently graduated from being kiddies not too many years ago. But of course, there is only so much we can cover as children, so this will be more training for just-in-case scenarios. This scenario is the most common type. Planetary crash landing."
"Luckily, or in your case, unluckily, we found a planet with an intelligent species inhabiting it." Pausing, he let all the info he said for it to be soaked in by then before continuing, "In this training, you must safely crash land the ship while avoiding big cities. Once landed, you will find ways to repair the ship with all we have, either using the fabricators, magic, or other boogy man shit, am I clear?"
"""YES, SIR!""" All three of them exclaimed.
"Good. While repairing the ship, we will try to avoid as much detection from the natives of this world as possible. Ensure they don't get our tech, and try to set up the C.D.R. so that R may give you missions here while you repair the ship. Am I clear!?"
"""CLEAR, SIR!"""
"Good. Now, go back to your stations and turn off the autopilot. We'll begin at a random time, so be ready."
"""YES, SIR!""" They soon dispersed and went back to the stations they were manning.
Once they were back, Heil walked over to me. "How'd I do?"
"Did well, explained what they needed to do, and got the basics. Well, be off then. I'll monitor them as you set up the simulated E.D.H." With a nod, he walked through the automatic door and disappeared to do the test. Once he left, I looked back at the three rookies.
The one manning the weapons is Josiah, aged 11. I should also mention that our species reaches adulthood at 2 years. Back on topic, Josiah is one of our sharpshooters and a great weapons expert involving guns. But he lacks hand-to-hand and resourcefulness and always relies on a special kit he crafted himself. His body upgrade makes him very still when aiming, suffers no recoil, and has an ammo transporter built into his arm, making infinite ammo. For his hair, he decided to have short, slick-back hair with a buzzcut.
Next is Uliana, aged 10. She is currently manning our systems and is known for hacking, trap-making, sabotage, repair, and recon. An expert martial artist both for the upper and lower body, but a horrible shot except for shotguns. But you don't really have to aim for those, so it doesn't count. Her body upgrades make it possible to easily hack into systems, make custom traps, and fly drones with just her mind. Her hair is more fanciful as she has a short braided crown.
Lastly, we have Misha, aged 19, the one currently manning the ship; he is our magic expert and proficient in elemental magic, blood magic, necromancy, healing, teleportation, etc. He is also quite proficient in hand-to-hand, long-range weaponry and adaptable when involving the environment. He's also known to establish good relationships with foreign entities, so he'll be good at making diplomatic connections. His body upgrades make him a constant source of infinite magic, surviving 'lethal' blows and evolving his body. But his biggest flaw is that he has a bleeding heart, which is a huge problem involving our type of work.
"I really hope we don't get a code E. He won't be able to handle big sis." I said with a sigh. Another hour would pass with nothing happening before Heil finally decided to enact the training.
The cockpit instantly shook, and red flashing lights and alarms began blaring. But what was strange is that this felt bigger than what a simulated E.D.H. would feel.
"Uhhh, Vilman," Spoke Heil through my private communications channel.
"Talk to me."
"So bad news, the simulated E.D.H kinda turned out to become real now." He said, pausing briefly as I understood what he was trying to say. "And that real D.E.H ended up hitting the charges meant to simulate the D.E.H and causing a bigger problem."
'Shit.' I said in my mind. "You still outside the ship?"
"No, I was inside and about to set off the charges, but a goddamn moon fragment hit the engine first!" He shouted, frustration evident in his voice.
"Then get back and guide the rookies!"
"On it!" I heard him leave the channel and arrive at the cockpit a few minutes later.
"Alrighty then, rice cakes!" 'Rice cakes?' "The simulation I was trying to make ended up going to SHITS! So clench your cheeks cause if you fail this shit, we'll have a giant target on the back of our heads!"
(Down below)
But in the land of Remnant, people looked up at the sky and saw what looked to be a burning comet entering their planet. Many looked in awe as they saw their marvelously celestial entity slowly crash onto their planet.
At Beacon, a man in a giant tower watched as the comet descended, thinking it was another fragment of the moon. Immediately, he began to think of a field trip for his students to recover pieces of the comet.
A dark-haired woman in a red dress looked up at the descending comet and smiled, taking this as a sign of what was to come. As for her cronies, the green-haired one admired the comet's beauty, while the silver-haired one thought nothing of it.
Back at Beacon, students in their dormitories looked out their windows and stared in awe. But a specific team with a young leader excitedly called for their teammates to view the comet. And with childlike wonder, she began to make a wish to the comet, much to the amusement of her two teammates and sister.
(Back at the ship)
"PULL UP! PULL UP!" Shouted Aliana to Misha, who was trying his best to stabilize the ship's descent.
"THE FUCK YOU THINK I'M TRYING TO DO YOU DUMB PIECE OF SHIT!" Yelled back Misha in panic.
"ENOUGH! Concentrate on landing this ship, Misha! Focus on forested areas and make fucking sure you don't land us too close to any civilization!" Ordered Heil, quickly getting them to behave.
"YES, SIR!" I stood near a wall, holding onto one of the railings, and continued to observe.
'While a bad start, he's doing well in guiding them during this crash landing. Good.' I nod in approval at him and continue to hold on to the railing until I finally feel the ship hit the ground. I managed to stay where I was due to magnetizing my feet to the floor and having a tight hold on the railing. But the same couldn't be said for Heil or the rookie Josiah as they both began to thrash around the cockpit. And I do have to admit it was a bit funny seeing that. Soon, the ship stopped, and there were a few resounding groans.
Unmagnatizing my feet, I walked to Heil's downed form and knelt beside him.
"Uh, how'd I do?" He said, groaning as he lifted his head to face me.
"B minus. Should've known to magnetize your feet and to inform your rookies to be strapped into the seats." I looked over at Josiah, whose arm was now missing. "C minus."
He let out another groan and laid his head back on the floor.
That's it I hope you all enjoyed this prolouge things will get more brutal from here on out. :)