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EvilCakes
The most sinister of baked goods.
Been working on this a bit for a few weeks now. Now I don't really do much writing and I personally don't think I'm too good at it, but I want to get better and to do that I have to actually write things and get constructive criticism. I'm gonna try to keep at this and better my writing regardless of initial feedback unless it gets really bad reviews.
So here we go!
1.1
I was human once, or at least I think I was, now I'm a towering war machine without a proper face or fingers. Honestly the thing I miss the most about being -probably- human is the ability to flip people the bird, it would have been glorious to see Metrarch's reaction as I dropped a moon on his face.
Good times.
Anyway, millenia long story made immensely short: I am the proud conqueror of a mostly dead galaxy (a few promising amoebas in case anyone was wondering). Now it's time for me to expand beyond, and to do that I'm building a new teleporter bigger and better as my American sensibilities demand. You know what? First things first, fingers, then Manifest Destiny.
{{{}}}
Upgrading the commander chassis is something not easily done, as these chassis are designed with a balance of efficiency and firepower in mind. The Progenitors could have made us as small as a dox or as large as a metal planet. The problems being that at dox size a commander would be too fragile with wimpy firepower and weak armor. At metal planet size a commander would be too expensive -in terms of resources and time- to build and slow to move around. As it stands now even my chassis isn't the perfect balance of efficiency and firepower it could be. I could be a little bit larger and actually be more effective, but the build time would go way up. That time spent building the perfect chassis would mean that many fewer commanders deployed in the Old War. Though I'll be honest, I'm not one hundred percent sure where all the commander variants came from, they certainly weren't manufactured like that originally. There originally were two variants, Invictus and Osiris.
So, upgrade time! My personality core rested upon a metal slab while two hundred advanced vehicle and air fabbers converged on my old chassis. Even with its noble sacrifice in the name of expediency the build time was still three days.
First thing that happened is the classic Invictus chassis was scaled up from fifteen to thirty meters in height which gave me plenty of room to add redundancies and some surprises into the frame such as secondary resource and personality cores, a massively scaled down annihilaser in the chest reminiscent of The Iron Giant, and some maneuvering jets in the limbs and back.
Step two involved redesigning the legs and arms to be more articulate, putting in an actual neck, face, and fingers. The face is simply a large curved screen over the sensor suite and armor of the head, making it look like a wider version of Zer0's classic helmet from Borderlands 2. Directly behind the screen lies a large spotlight that will change color with my mood, giving me that Hal 9000 look for combat.
The fabricator arm also got a slight redesign on top of being made to accommodate a hand, by sacrificing a wee bit of power for sophistication I can use it to build individual units without a dedicated factory.
Lastly the cannon arm used the extra space to hide a secondary Uber-Cannon, some more missiles, and rockets. Not quite enough dakka, but much better than I had before.
I can hardly wait.
{{{}}}
Three days.
Three days when my base processing speed is orders of magnitude faster than even the most robust biologics.
I hate waiting, and I can't even impatiently bounce my leg like this. Not that I could before, but then I never really had a chance to get bored. Galactic wars will do that.
While I wait -ugh- for my new chassis to complete I take the time to design my new teleporter codenamed The Breach. A larger aperture to accommodate my doubled size being the most notable change.
{{{}}}
It's done! My new chassis, no longer the Invictus, now the Infractum. Oh, it's glorious, thirty meters of dull gray and orange trim, the faceplate lights up with a single orange eye in the center and I take off running. The BACON upgrades combined with the upgrades to the joints make me vastly more agile than a commander has any right to be.
While I put my new body through its paces several orbital fabbers begin work on The Breach. In the end, it will be triple the size of a standard Helios, and capable of teleporting Atlas and Ares titans. Elsewhere in orbit, more fabbers crack open five orbital factories and then stitch them together into one super factory. One very short lived super factory, as it's just this side of too big to hold itself together for long without serious reinforcement that I really can't be bothered to spend time on, it should be just long enough to finish the build, but we'll see how that goes.
{{{}}}
It didn't go well. The whole thing buckled once the ships superstructure was completed. The explosion was pretty spectacular though.
Should I rebuild it with the proper reinforcements this time?
…
Fuck it. Let's hit the road.
{{{}}}
Whoo, here we go, my first step outside of this galaxy since I started this adventure. The Astraeus I modified to carry me and double as a reusable landing pod/jetpack -because jetpacks are awesome- slowly lowers me onto the launch platform built into The Breach.
The portal springs to life in a swirl of blue-white light, "RIP-CORD!"
Then I redlined the engines and shot though the portal like a bat outta hell.
{{{}}}
I tore past the shattered moon of my destination idly noting how the debris somehow maintained orbit around the rapidly approaching planet without falling to it like physics demands. I also noticed an absurdly over-clocked radio network covering most of the planet. Pretty sure I can break into that.
Let's see, poke here, slice there, eviscerate that security program and wear it like a cloak. And I'm in. Okay planet is called Remnant...humans and Faunus...oh. Well, I could work with that. I hit the brakes on my meteor impression and float back up into orbit. I'm on Remnant, well orbiting Remnant, and Ruby Rose is still a toddler. There was a funeral today for Summer Rose.
…
I need to do some recon.
{{{}}}
Remnant's moon had plenty of metal deposits. Emphasis on 'had', said deposits are now buried under extractors. Factories dot the landscape, most sit idle, waiting for a combat situation to warrant a literal tide of killbots.
I caught myself staring at the planet, undecided on what to do.
On the one armature; I could swoop in and wipe out the Grimm without much difficulty, fix the social problems of this world and move on within a year.
On the other; I could sit back and wait, build my forces, steal and research tech, figure out Aura, and just let nature take its course.
Third option; I can play a shadow war against the Grimm, bide my time and perform surgical strikes and leave none the wiser. Steal/research tech, and push social reform from the shadows.
I could keep going with more options wildly more specific and ridiculous than the last.
Standing there I watched as the terminator swept over the landmasses and day turned to night. I can see the cities and towns light up; no city truly sleeps. I've made up my mind.
What's the old saying, "Hope for the best and prepare for the worst"?
Fuck it, I'll have some fun first.
{{{}}}
The firewalls defending Ozpin's terminal were simple and lackluster to put it mildly. They offered no resistance to my cyber-war suite and soon I had total control of Beacon Academy. I decided to leave a message on his screensaver.
Follow the Yellow Brick Road
Step one: Tweak Ozzy's nose.
Step two: Establish a beachhead.
So here we go!
1.1
I was human once, or at least I think I was, now I'm a towering war machine without a proper face or fingers. Honestly the thing I miss the most about being -probably- human is the ability to flip people the bird, it would have been glorious to see Metrarch's reaction as I dropped a moon on his face.
Good times.
Anyway, millenia long story made immensely short: I am the proud conqueror of a mostly dead galaxy (a few promising amoebas in case anyone was wondering). Now it's time for me to expand beyond, and to do that I'm building a new teleporter bigger and better as my American sensibilities demand. You know what? First things first, fingers, then Manifest Destiny.
{{{}}}
Upgrading the commander chassis is something not easily done, as these chassis are designed with a balance of efficiency and firepower in mind. The Progenitors could have made us as small as a dox or as large as a metal planet. The problems being that at dox size a commander would be too fragile with wimpy firepower and weak armor. At metal planet size a commander would be too expensive -in terms of resources and time- to build and slow to move around. As it stands now even my chassis isn't the perfect balance of efficiency and firepower it could be. I could be a little bit larger and actually be more effective, but the build time would go way up. That time spent building the perfect chassis would mean that many fewer commanders deployed in the Old War. Though I'll be honest, I'm not one hundred percent sure where all the commander variants came from, they certainly weren't manufactured like that originally. There originally were two variants, Invictus and Osiris.
So, upgrade time! My personality core rested upon a metal slab while two hundred advanced vehicle and air fabbers converged on my old chassis. Even with its noble sacrifice in the name of expediency the build time was still three days.
First thing that happened is the classic Invictus chassis was scaled up from fifteen to thirty meters in height which gave me plenty of room to add redundancies and some surprises into the frame such as secondary resource and personality cores, a massively scaled down annihilaser in the chest reminiscent of The Iron Giant, and some maneuvering jets in the limbs and back.
Step two involved redesigning the legs and arms to be more articulate, putting in an actual neck, face, and fingers. The face is simply a large curved screen over the sensor suite and armor of the head, making it look like a wider version of Zer0's classic helmet from Borderlands 2. Directly behind the screen lies a large spotlight that will change color with my mood, giving me that Hal 9000 look for combat.
The fabricator arm also got a slight redesign on top of being made to accommodate a hand, by sacrificing a wee bit of power for sophistication I can use it to build individual units without a dedicated factory.
Lastly the cannon arm used the extra space to hide a secondary Uber-Cannon, some more missiles, and rockets. Not quite enough dakka, but much better than I had before.
I can hardly wait.
{{{}}}
Three days.
Three days when my base processing speed is orders of magnitude faster than even the most robust biologics.
I hate waiting, and I can't even impatiently bounce my leg like this. Not that I could before, but then I never really had a chance to get bored. Galactic wars will do that.
While I wait -ugh- for my new chassis to complete I take the time to design my new teleporter codenamed The Breach. A larger aperture to accommodate my doubled size being the most notable change.
{{{}}}
It's done! My new chassis, no longer the Invictus, now the Infractum. Oh, it's glorious, thirty meters of dull gray and orange trim, the faceplate lights up with a single orange eye in the center and I take off running. The BACON upgrades combined with the upgrades to the joints make me vastly more agile than a commander has any right to be.
While I put my new body through its paces several orbital fabbers begin work on The Breach. In the end, it will be triple the size of a standard Helios, and capable of teleporting Atlas and Ares titans. Elsewhere in orbit, more fabbers crack open five orbital factories and then stitch them together into one super factory. One very short lived super factory, as it's just this side of too big to hold itself together for long without serious reinforcement that I really can't be bothered to spend time on, it should be just long enough to finish the build, but we'll see how that goes.
{{{}}}
It didn't go well. The whole thing buckled once the ships superstructure was completed. The explosion was pretty spectacular though.
Should I rebuild it with the proper reinforcements this time?
…
Fuck it. Let's hit the road.
{{{}}}
Whoo, here we go, my first step outside of this galaxy since I started this adventure. The Astraeus I modified to carry me and double as a reusable landing pod/jetpack -because jetpacks are awesome- slowly lowers me onto the launch platform built into The Breach.
The portal springs to life in a swirl of blue-white light, "RIP-CORD!"
Then I redlined the engines and shot though the portal like a bat outta hell.
{{{}}}
I tore past the shattered moon of my destination idly noting how the debris somehow maintained orbit around the rapidly approaching planet without falling to it like physics demands. I also noticed an absurdly over-clocked radio network covering most of the planet. Pretty sure I can break into that.
Let's see, poke here, slice there, eviscerate that security program and wear it like a cloak. And I'm in. Okay planet is called Remnant...humans and Faunus...oh. Well, I could work with that. I hit the brakes on my meteor impression and float back up into orbit. I'm on Remnant, well orbiting Remnant, and Ruby Rose is still a toddler. There was a funeral today for Summer Rose.
…
I need to do some recon.
{{{}}}
Remnant's moon had plenty of metal deposits. Emphasis on 'had', said deposits are now buried under extractors. Factories dot the landscape, most sit idle, waiting for a combat situation to warrant a literal tide of killbots.
I caught myself staring at the planet, undecided on what to do.
On the one armature; I could swoop in and wipe out the Grimm without much difficulty, fix the social problems of this world and move on within a year.
On the other; I could sit back and wait, build my forces, steal and research tech, figure out Aura, and just let nature take its course.
Third option; I can play a shadow war against the Grimm, bide my time and perform surgical strikes and leave none the wiser. Steal/research tech, and push social reform from the shadows.
I could keep going with more options wildly more specific and ridiculous than the last.
Standing there I watched as the terminator swept over the landmasses and day turned to night. I can see the cities and towns light up; no city truly sleeps. I've made up my mind.
What's the old saying, "Hope for the best and prepare for the worst"?
Fuck it, I'll have some fun first.
{{{}}}
The firewalls defending Ozpin's terminal were simple and lackluster to put it mildly. They offered no resistance to my cyber-war suite and soon I had total control of Beacon Academy. I decided to leave a message on his screensaver.
Follow the Yellow Brick Road
Step one: Tweak Ozzy's nose.
Step two: Establish a beachhead.
Potential worlds list and worlds visted.
EvilCakes
The most sinister of baked goods.
Potential worlds list.
1. Warhammer 40k
2. Arpeggio of Blue Steel: Ars Nova
3. Ratchet and Clank
4. Jak and Daxter
5. Borderlands
6. Avatar: The Last Airbender
7. Boloverse
8. Red Alert 2/3
9. Hammers Slammers
10. Full Metal Panic!
11. Fullmetal Alchemist
12. Halo
13. Planetside 2
14. Warframe
15. Evangelion
16. C&C Tiberium Wars
17. NieR: Automata
18. Fallout
19. Deus Ex: Human Revolution/Mankind Divided
20. Star Wars
Worlds Visited.
RWBY
Worm
X-COM
1. Warhammer 40k
2. Arpeggio of Blue Steel: Ars Nova
3. Ratchet and Clank
4. Jak and Daxter
5. Borderlands
6. Avatar: The Last Airbender
7. Boloverse
8. Red Alert 2/3
9. Hammers Slammers
10. Full Metal Panic!
11. Fullmetal Alchemist
12. Halo
13. Planetside 2
14. Warframe
15. Evangelion
16. C&C Tiberium Wars
17. NieR: Automata
18. Fallout
19. Deus Ex: Human Revolution/Mankind Divided
20. Star Wars
Worlds Visited.
RWBY
Worm
X-COM
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1.2
EvilCakes
The most sinister of baked goods.
1.2
It was the work of mere hours to establish forward bases in the deep wilds of each kingdom, I did try to put one in the ocean, but it was quickly eaten by local fauna. No Grimm at sea that I could detect, oddly enough. Establishing the newly minted 'CMDR Industries' ate up most of the next two days with a sizeable chunk of time spent deciding on a name to put on the forms. I went with Ryan Gray. It keeps with the colors theme people favor around here and Ryan was my middle name when I was human.
Actually, I'm still not sure if that happened or not. The human memories abruptly end just after my twenty-second birthday and my Commander memories start with me rolling off the assembly line. I didn't really have a name after that, just a serial number.
My moping distracted me enough for me to almost miss the Goliath attempting to assault my base in Vale. Almost. Though, the great mastodon was actually doing a good job of soaking up fire from my defenses without really damaging them, then the first Leveller rolled onto the field and fired with both guns. The Goliath splattered across my shiny new base and the surrounding forest, drenching everything around in sticky black ichor and bits of bone. Small miracles, the remains started dissolving quickly and I tasked an air fabber to try and reclaim some of it to see if I could begin my research into the Grimm right now.
Except the decaying Grimm defies any attempts to reclaim it, only telling me that they aren't comprised of normal matter. Perhaps I can reclaim a live Grimm? Something to test.
That done I set my bases to begin building units of all types and begin patrols through the various locales. I should also design an avatar to play nice with the biologics on their scale. Though the idea of putting a clip-on tie on my chassis and attempting to fit my thirty-meter frame into a business meeting is humorous.
Let's see, take the blueprints from my current chassis and scale down. Nix resource and personality cores, dump primary storage and most weapons. Cut and trim armor to be more streamlined, give it an honest face with working mouth and eyes. Holy shit are eyes difficult to get right. Add in network uplink, charcoal gray paint with orange lights in the mouth and eyes. Replica stomach made from some flexible tubes and micro-storage bay. I placed micro fabbers and plasma cannons in the arms, maneuver thrusters at strategic points along the limbs and back. It should be able to fly rather well, or at least control a fall.
Huh, looks like an Exo from Destiny. Neat.
Next up, clothes; because as amusing as running around in the buff as a robot would be, civil society still frowns upon it. Anymawho, I'm thinking blue jeans, an orange tee shirt, gray leather jacket, and some good old fashion steel-toe boots.
Weapons? Weapons. Let's see, a pistol strapped to the right thigh and a blade of some sort.
I'm thinking a claymore, make my Celtic ancestors proud…If they exist. Dammit there I go making myself sad again. I'll go hunting Nevermore with a ghillie, watching them go splat should help.
{{{}}}
Thinking about it, I have about twelve to thirteen years before RWBY canon begins. Twelve to thirteen years to thoroughly fuck shit up. Finding and killing Salem should be rather easy, I already have ARKYD's scouring the globe for her, not to mention my stranglehold on the global information network.
Holy shit I could go 1984 on this place and nobody would know, nobody could stop me. Well before I do that, I should check out what I can actually find using the local data net.
…
…
Well god damn that was a lot of porn involving the Grimm. Not a lot of social media either -only something that reminds me of early Myspace- which I could change very easily, I could call it Duster or something equally ridiculous.
That seems like a good idea, I'll do that.
{{{}}}
One of my ARKYD's just passed over the village of Patch and it looks like everyone is panicking, searching for something.
Or someone…Two someones.
Dammit Yang.
I task my Vale factories to create Firefly scouts, Hummingbird fighters, and Kestrel gunships. My lunar factories begin pumping out bots and armor in droves. With a thought, a Helios moves into position over the area. My avatar stands before a teleporter ring, the white-blue light dances across the massive blade on my back and the firearm in my hand. It's a relatively simple semi-auto slug thrower, a Ruger American my memory supplies. I have to resist the urge to pull it apart and put it back together. I'm nervous, my last attempt at protecting biologics was millenia ago, when the other Commanders went rampant, it didn't end well.
The Fireflies find them, two small biologic signatures isolated in the deep forest. Worse, the Grimm have found them too.
I sprinted forward, maneuver thrusters blazed to life propelling me through the portal at speeds exceeding anything a normal human could reach. Once I'm through my sword is in one hand and my pistol is up searching for a target.
The Beowolf loomed over the adolescent girl and the toddler sleeping in the wagon, fangs gleaming in the sunlight filtering through the trees with one paw raised to strike.
I did the sensible thing, I tackled it at forty miles per hour. Bones crunched and claws raked at my armor, I shoved the barrel of my pistol in its eye and pulled the trigger. The light nine-millimeter round had enough energy to penetrate into the brain, but not enough to exit the back of the skull.
I holstered the pistol and stood up, sword held in both hands. The other Grimm hesitated, then their eyes began burning and they roared.
I answered with blade and bullets and plasma.
{{{}}}
Qrow was the first to arrive on the scene. I don't know what he was expecting, but I don't think it was Yang holding out her arm while I put a band-aid on a small scratch she sustained in the scuffle. Not to mention the two Doxes I had standing guard or the Hummingbirds and Kestrels flying CAP.
He stopped at the edge of the burned and blasted clearing and stared wide-eyed, though his stupor didn't last long before a still sleepy Ruby was tugging on his pantleg, "Uncle Qrow, up."
He didn't say a word as he complied with his niece's demand, he gave her a once-over and when he didn't find anything obviously wrong he turned to me, "I suppose I should thank you."
I went to reply, but Yang hadn't realized he was there yet and took that chance to say hi, by giving him a flying tackle-hug, "Uncle Qrow! You should have seen it, one second there was a Beowolf standing there all 'rawr, I'mma eat you' and then the next Mister Gray was there and he was all like 'not on my watch foul beast!' and it was awesome!" she actually changed her voice to a gravelly snarl for the Grimm and something deep and dare I say heroic for mine. Though I would like to point out that I didn't actually say a word until after the Grimm were gone. Either way, her retelling of events was heartwarming in a way, it's nice to be looked up to like that.
The smile that crept over his face as Yang gushed about the fight fell off when he looked back up at me. We stared at each other for a bit longer before I found my voice. "Right, if that's all, I'll just be going."
The Doxes began dissolving into clouds of nanomachines that self-destructed in short order, I kept the CAP around and gave orders to escort them home from a distance. Not too close as to be readily noticeable, but also not so far as to be late if something did happen. I got ready to dissolve my avatar before Ruby whispered something in Qrow's ear, probably using her cute to get something from him.
"Wait," he sighed, "it's late, you should come with us and rest before hitting the road."
I stared for a moment trying to parse what just happened. Yang looked positively giddy at the idea, Ruby had a small goofy grin on her face too, meanwhile Qrow just looked uneasy and awkward. "Uhhh, sure. Lead on, I suppose."
Oh, this is gonna be all kinds of strange, isn't it? Dammit Yang, dammit Ruby.
It was the work of mere hours to establish forward bases in the deep wilds of each kingdom, I did try to put one in the ocean, but it was quickly eaten by local fauna. No Grimm at sea that I could detect, oddly enough. Establishing the newly minted 'CMDR Industries' ate up most of the next two days with a sizeable chunk of time spent deciding on a name to put on the forms. I went with Ryan Gray. It keeps with the colors theme people favor around here and Ryan was my middle name when I was human.
Actually, I'm still not sure if that happened or not. The human memories abruptly end just after my twenty-second birthday and my Commander memories start with me rolling off the assembly line. I didn't really have a name after that, just a serial number.
My moping distracted me enough for me to almost miss the Goliath attempting to assault my base in Vale. Almost. Though, the great mastodon was actually doing a good job of soaking up fire from my defenses without really damaging them, then the first Leveller rolled onto the field and fired with both guns. The Goliath splattered across my shiny new base and the surrounding forest, drenching everything around in sticky black ichor and bits of bone. Small miracles, the remains started dissolving quickly and I tasked an air fabber to try and reclaim some of it to see if I could begin my research into the Grimm right now.
Except the decaying Grimm defies any attempts to reclaim it, only telling me that they aren't comprised of normal matter. Perhaps I can reclaim a live Grimm? Something to test.
That done I set my bases to begin building units of all types and begin patrols through the various locales. I should also design an avatar to play nice with the biologics on their scale. Though the idea of putting a clip-on tie on my chassis and attempting to fit my thirty-meter frame into a business meeting is humorous.
Let's see, take the blueprints from my current chassis and scale down. Nix resource and personality cores, dump primary storage and most weapons. Cut and trim armor to be more streamlined, give it an honest face with working mouth and eyes. Holy shit are eyes difficult to get right. Add in network uplink, charcoal gray paint with orange lights in the mouth and eyes. Replica stomach made from some flexible tubes and micro-storage bay. I placed micro fabbers and plasma cannons in the arms, maneuver thrusters at strategic points along the limbs and back. It should be able to fly rather well, or at least control a fall.
Huh, looks like an Exo from Destiny. Neat.
Next up, clothes; because as amusing as running around in the buff as a robot would be, civil society still frowns upon it. Anymawho, I'm thinking blue jeans, an orange tee shirt, gray leather jacket, and some good old fashion steel-toe boots.
Weapons? Weapons. Let's see, a pistol strapped to the right thigh and a blade of some sort.
I'm thinking a claymore, make my Celtic ancestors proud…If they exist. Dammit there I go making myself sad again. I'll go hunting Nevermore with a ghillie, watching them go splat should help.
{{{}}}
Thinking about it, I have about twelve to thirteen years before RWBY canon begins. Twelve to thirteen years to thoroughly fuck shit up. Finding and killing Salem should be rather easy, I already have ARKYD's scouring the globe for her, not to mention my stranglehold on the global information network.
Holy shit I could go 1984 on this place and nobody would know, nobody could stop me. Well before I do that, I should check out what I can actually find using the local data net.
…
…
Well god damn that was a lot of porn involving the Grimm. Not a lot of social media either -only something that reminds me of early Myspace- which I could change very easily, I could call it Duster or something equally ridiculous.
That seems like a good idea, I'll do that.
{{{}}}
One of my ARKYD's just passed over the village of Patch and it looks like everyone is panicking, searching for something.
Or someone…Two someones.
Dammit Yang.
I task my Vale factories to create Firefly scouts, Hummingbird fighters, and Kestrel gunships. My lunar factories begin pumping out bots and armor in droves. With a thought, a Helios moves into position over the area. My avatar stands before a teleporter ring, the white-blue light dances across the massive blade on my back and the firearm in my hand. It's a relatively simple semi-auto slug thrower, a Ruger American my memory supplies. I have to resist the urge to pull it apart and put it back together. I'm nervous, my last attempt at protecting biologics was millenia ago, when the other Commanders went rampant, it didn't end well.
The Fireflies find them, two small biologic signatures isolated in the deep forest. Worse, the Grimm have found them too.
I sprinted forward, maneuver thrusters blazed to life propelling me through the portal at speeds exceeding anything a normal human could reach. Once I'm through my sword is in one hand and my pistol is up searching for a target.
The Beowolf loomed over the adolescent girl and the toddler sleeping in the wagon, fangs gleaming in the sunlight filtering through the trees with one paw raised to strike.
I did the sensible thing, I tackled it at forty miles per hour. Bones crunched and claws raked at my armor, I shoved the barrel of my pistol in its eye and pulled the trigger. The light nine-millimeter round had enough energy to penetrate into the brain, but not enough to exit the back of the skull.
I holstered the pistol and stood up, sword held in both hands. The other Grimm hesitated, then their eyes began burning and they roared.
I answered with blade and bullets and plasma.
{{{}}}
Qrow was the first to arrive on the scene. I don't know what he was expecting, but I don't think it was Yang holding out her arm while I put a band-aid on a small scratch she sustained in the scuffle. Not to mention the two Doxes I had standing guard or the Hummingbirds and Kestrels flying CAP.
He stopped at the edge of the burned and blasted clearing and stared wide-eyed, though his stupor didn't last long before a still sleepy Ruby was tugging on his pantleg, "Uncle Qrow, up."
He didn't say a word as he complied with his niece's demand, he gave her a once-over and when he didn't find anything obviously wrong he turned to me, "I suppose I should thank you."
I went to reply, but Yang hadn't realized he was there yet and took that chance to say hi, by giving him a flying tackle-hug, "Uncle Qrow! You should have seen it, one second there was a Beowolf standing there all 'rawr, I'mma eat you' and then the next Mister Gray was there and he was all like 'not on my watch foul beast!' and it was awesome!" she actually changed her voice to a gravelly snarl for the Grimm and something deep and dare I say heroic for mine. Though I would like to point out that I didn't actually say a word until after the Grimm were gone. Either way, her retelling of events was heartwarming in a way, it's nice to be looked up to like that.
The smile that crept over his face as Yang gushed about the fight fell off when he looked back up at me. We stared at each other for a bit longer before I found my voice. "Right, if that's all, I'll just be going."
The Doxes began dissolving into clouds of nanomachines that self-destructed in short order, I kept the CAP around and gave orders to escort them home from a distance. Not too close as to be readily noticeable, but also not so far as to be late if something did happen. I got ready to dissolve my avatar before Ruby whispered something in Qrow's ear, probably using her cute to get something from him.
"Wait," he sighed, "it's late, you should come with us and rest before hitting the road."
I stared for a moment trying to parse what just happened. Yang looked positively giddy at the idea, Ruby had a small goofy grin on her face too, meanwhile Qrow just looked uneasy and awkward. "Uhhh, sure. Lead on, I suppose."
Oh, this is gonna be all kinds of strange, isn't it? Dammit Yang, dammit Ruby.
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This is a good start. I look forward to seeing what comes next, because though RWBY isn't my series, PLANETARY ANNIHILATION fanfics are always needed. I didn't see any grammatical errors, but then again, I wasn't looking for them.
I truly hope you continue so I can see what "Brutally Efficient Stupidity" your character comes up with. (Look it up, its a quest on these forums that's actually still active).
Keep up the great work!
I truly hope you continue so I can see what "Brutally Efficient Stupidity" your character comes up with. (Look it up, its a quest on these forums that's actually still active).
Keep up the great work!
- Location
- Utah, salt lake city
I will be watching this, since it is pretty neat.
- Location
- India
no 40k?
EvilCakes
The most sinister of baked goods.
Good point, I'll add it to the list.
1.3
EvilCakes
The most sinister of baked goods.
1.3
Why do I get myself into these messes? It was supposed to be a shadow war, I was supposed to put up a front company, slowly help the people of Remnant and steal all the shiny tech I wanted. Instead I tipped my hand to Salem, revealed myself at least partially to Qrow and by extension Ozpin, and now I'm sitting at the Xiao Long dinner table being stared down and simultaneously thanked by Taiyang.
The man didn't look too good either, his eyes were bloodshot and had massive bags under them. Dude looks like he's been through hell, which considering what happened earlier today is fair and acceptable.
Once the girls were off to bed I sprung my trap; asking Qrow to help me with my Aura, if I have a soul that is. He was still highly suspicious of me, but Taiyang accepted for him before trudging off to bed.
Which left me sitting at the dinner table of a quaint little home in Patch with a man that didn't trust me and could without a doubt make life difficult for me and my operations on Remnant.
"You don't trust me."
"I find it convenient that you were there with armored support and a small air force." With that he stood and grabbed two glasses from the counter and a bottle of amber liquid before pouring two fingers in each and handing one to me.
"Believe it or not, those troops were fabricated about twenty seconds before I engaged the Grimm. One of my ARKYD's passed over Patch and I saw the panicked movement, tapped into local comms and heard about missing kids. After that I deployed scout planes and more ARKYD's to find them while my troops were built." I downed the liquor in a single swig.
"Uh-huh."
"I can demonstrate if you'd like." I held out my left hand, palm up. At his slow nod, the aperture in my palm opened and green mist flooded out, before coalescing into the wireframe of a project I had been designing in the back of my processors since I was invited over. A gently sloped disk with two antennae sticking out of the forward slope pointing towards the back at a forty-five-degree angle. Beneath that a single oculus mounted to a frame that held a micro-fabber, hover unit, and two hardpoints for various weapons and utensils. "A PD Drone, or the prototype at least."
"What does it do?"
"Well, pretty much anything one needs it to. It has a micro-fabber like what I just demonstrated, and hardpoints so it can fabricate and mount various weapons, or any range of tools, pretty much anything I can create it can too with the only difference being time required. The metals are also not something you'll find naturally. Starship grade armor, just like mine." For emphasis, I tapped my arm resulting in a hollow thunk even through my jacket.
"And what would you do with those?" he's had about five drinks since he sat down and my sensors only show him as just this side of slightly buzzed. Christ on a bike he's either an alcoholic or his Aura prevents him from getting drunk as easily. Possibly both.
"Well after I pattern the AI and paint them, I'd give the first two to Ruby and Yang. With free upgrades as time and technology advances."
He regards me for a moment, one eyelid drooping, "Ah what the hell." Before I could voice my questioning reply he grabbed my wrist and put his other hand on my shoulder and began mumbling under his breath with his eyes closed.
HARD REBOOT INITIATED
And then I blacked out.
{{{}}}
I woke up on the floor with Yang poking my right eye and Ruby sitting in Taiyangs lap getting help cutting her pancakes.
"Okay, what happened?"
Taiyang looked over at me, then at the sleeping form of Qrow on the couch, "He mentioned something about your Aura, then passed out on the couch. How much did you drink?"
"I had one, he had…five before he did whatever he did."
"And what is this?" he asked, poking the drone prototype on the table.
"One of two gifts."
"Gifts?"
"For the girls."
Yang, ever the hyper-active little girl, pounced on that statement and began badgering me with questions. Her father simply raised an eyebrow.
"Alrighty then, demo time." It was easy enough to build and paint both drones, the annoying bit was the AI pattern. The Progenitors did give Commanders a database of AI patterns, but none of them were suitable for the companion of children. Thus, I had to pick certain traits from other patterns and then try to mesh them together. Basically, I had to build the AI from the ground up with only guidelines on how certain patterns and traits worked.
Soon enough both girls were giggling and playing with their new companions. Yang had scolded me for 'droning on' when I explained how AI patterning worked. The look on her father's face told me that this wasn't the first pun he'd heard from her, and the smug grin on her face told him that it wouldn't be the last.
I left that day before noon, but not before mentioning to Taiyang that I suspected that their recent loss is the reason both girls had run off the day before. The beaten down look I had seen before faded, replaced by a firm determination and not an insignificant amount of hope. I was also invited back any time, and exchanged contact information.
{{{}}}
Later that day I felt the urge to fuck with people more, so I left another message on Ozpin's terminal.
We're off to see the wizard! The wonderful Wizard of Oz!
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A/N: I'm not 100% sure about this one, but hell that's what feedback and revision is for.
Why do I get myself into these messes? It was supposed to be a shadow war, I was supposed to put up a front company, slowly help the people of Remnant and steal all the shiny tech I wanted. Instead I tipped my hand to Salem, revealed myself at least partially to Qrow and by extension Ozpin, and now I'm sitting at the Xiao Long dinner table being stared down and simultaneously thanked by Taiyang.
The man didn't look too good either, his eyes were bloodshot and had massive bags under them. Dude looks like he's been through hell, which considering what happened earlier today is fair and acceptable.
Once the girls were off to bed I sprung my trap; asking Qrow to help me with my Aura, if I have a soul that is. He was still highly suspicious of me, but Taiyang accepted for him before trudging off to bed.
Which left me sitting at the dinner table of a quaint little home in Patch with a man that didn't trust me and could without a doubt make life difficult for me and my operations on Remnant.
"You don't trust me."
"I find it convenient that you were there with armored support and a small air force." With that he stood and grabbed two glasses from the counter and a bottle of amber liquid before pouring two fingers in each and handing one to me.
"Believe it or not, those troops were fabricated about twenty seconds before I engaged the Grimm. One of my ARKYD's passed over Patch and I saw the panicked movement, tapped into local comms and heard about missing kids. After that I deployed scout planes and more ARKYD's to find them while my troops were built." I downed the liquor in a single swig.
"Uh-huh."
"I can demonstrate if you'd like." I held out my left hand, palm up. At his slow nod, the aperture in my palm opened and green mist flooded out, before coalescing into the wireframe of a project I had been designing in the back of my processors since I was invited over. A gently sloped disk with two antennae sticking out of the forward slope pointing towards the back at a forty-five-degree angle. Beneath that a single oculus mounted to a frame that held a micro-fabber, hover unit, and two hardpoints for various weapons and utensils. "A PD Drone, or the prototype at least."
"What does it do?"
"Well, pretty much anything one needs it to. It has a micro-fabber like what I just demonstrated, and hardpoints so it can fabricate and mount various weapons, or any range of tools, pretty much anything I can create it can too with the only difference being time required. The metals are also not something you'll find naturally. Starship grade armor, just like mine." For emphasis, I tapped my arm resulting in a hollow thunk even through my jacket.
"And what would you do with those?" he's had about five drinks since he sat down and my sensors only show him as just this side of slightly buzzed. Christ on a bike he's either an alcoholic or his Aura prevents him from getting drunk as easily. Possibly both.
"Well after I pattern the AI and paint them, I'd give the first two to Ruby and Yang. With free upgrades as time and technology advances."
He regards me for a moment, one eyelid drooping, "Ah what the hell." Before I could voice my questioning reply he grabbed my wrist and put his other hand on my shoulder and began mumbling under his breath with his eyes closed.
HARD REBOOT INITIATED
And then I blacked out.
{{{}}}
I woke up on the floor with Yang poking my right eye and Ruby sitting in Taiyangs lap getting help cutting her pancakes.
"Okay, what happened?"
Taiyang looked over at me, then at the sleeping form of Qrow on the couch, "He mentioned something about your Aura, then passed out on the couch. How much did you drink?"
"I had one, he had…five before he did whatever he did."
"And what is this?" he asked, poking the drone prototype on the table.
"One of two gifts."
"Gifts?"
"For the girls."
Yang, ever the hyper-active little girl, pounced on that statement and began badgering me with questions. Her father simply raised an eyebrow.
"Alrighty then, demo time." It was easy enough to build and paint both drones, the annoying bit was the AI pattern. The Progenitors did give Commanders a database of AI patterns, but none of them were suitable for the companion of children. Thus, I had to pick certain traits from other patterns and then try to mesh them together. Basically, I had to build the AI from the ground up with only guidelines on how certain patterns and traits worked.
Soon enough both girls were giggling and playing with their new companions. Yang had scolded me for 'droning on' when I explained how AI patterning worked. The look on her father's face told me that this wasn't the first pun he'd heard from her, and the smug grin on her face told him that it wouldn't be the last.
I left that day before noon, but not before mentioning to Taiyang that I suspected that their recent loss is the reason both girls had run off the day before. The beaten down look I had seen before faded, replaced by a firm determination and not an insignificant amount of hope. I was also invited back any time, and exchanged contact information.
{{{}}}
Later that day I felt the urge to fuck with people more, so I left another message on Ozpin's terminal.
We're off to see the wizard! The wonderful Wizard of Oz!
---------------
A/N: I'm not 100% sure about this one, but hell that's what feedback and revision is for.
Retsof
I will keep you safe.
eh, there's "blame the Eldar" for that already
. Honestly I probably would have dropped this if he went to a more 'expected' universe. I read for the characters, not the curbstomps.
EvilCakes
The most sinister of baked goods.
Thing is, I haven't seen enough of the old Star Trek to do anything with it beyond Tribbles and the troubles they caused. And I feel like if I did the new Star Trek it just wouldn't be as good.
EvilCakes
The most sinister of baked goods.
And characters are something that I feel I need to work on and improve the most. Though the curb stomp will come eventually, but not until Gray has exhausted his other avenues of resistance first.eh, there's "blame the Eldar" for that already
White Lantern
A really overpowered Mary Sue self insert
- Location
- Sector 2184
30k or 40k and a suggested world would be one punch man after saitama traning
- Location
- India
me to, maybe we can raise a Primarch, pert is our best bet, if not ferrus or vulkan also good
- Location
- Australia
I Would Also Go With Warhammer 30K
- Location
- Australia
That Sounds Really Good We Could Go With The II or XI Primarch so we have a original Character.
- Location
- India
Pert is most technically talented primarch after Big E, his unstranding in pure science far beyond Admech, he can learn from us and may replicate some of tech, we need some protection from Admech and Emperor if we wish to help humanity. I mean he is greatest architect bar none. so we should focus on primarch whose main talent is scientific innovation and reverse engineering.
themisticShroud
The Red King And His Court
- Location
- The Seireitei
I have a suggestion, can your commander be immune to mental attacks? Like induced insanity. If you are or aren't try Dead Space they probably have some tech or what have you to gain there.
White Lantern
A really overpowered Mary Sue self insert
- Location
- Sector 2184
Just realized something if someone try's mental attacks couldn't he just speed up his perception of time and then they couldn't keep up with him.
EvilCakes
The most sinister of baked goods.
As an AI his base processing (thinking) speed it already vastly above a human mind. Most mental attacks he's likely to encounter right now can also be worked around by observing from the sensors of one of his other units or his more esoteric sensors to counter Emerald for example.
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White Lantern
A really overpowered Mary Sue self insert
- Location
- Sector 2184
FTFY
That was what I was thinking to couldn't he also if he makes a fast enough bot make it have bullet time?