Misc Game Snippet Dump

Thorn

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#1
RESIDENT EVIL 4/Continuation

Its little known, but of us few that survived Raccoon City, I was the only one infected. They gave me the cure, but I was a little to far along for it to really work. I had the itch, but the necrosis never came. Sometimes I wonder what would've happen if it would've been able to run its course. Would I have become a Tyrant?

But...sometimes I wonder if I'm not.

Do you know anyone that can shatter a persons head with a kick? And incase you haven't noticed, I don't have the biggest muscles around, but that never stopped me from going hand to hand with Jack Krauser. To put the final nail in the coffin, about an hour ago I got into a fight with Bittores Mendez and I was impaled. There isn't even a scar there now. And I just found out I was injected with this 'Las Plagas'.

What will I become now? Am I even human anymore?
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Resident Evil plot bunny: Leon Kennedy has been exposed to G and T and has become something more. With the addition of the Plaga he must ask himself if he is even human. Features Super!Leon. LeonxAda
 

Thorn

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#2
Leon's Journal

February 23rd, 2009

It's been 3 years since the events at the Harvardville Airport where me and Claire met up after long years apart. Since the events in Spain, I am the USA's 'expert representative' on bioterrorism. What that really means is that I'm the one they send to single handedly shut down companies like Umbrella, Wilpharma, and I suspect, Tricell. Oh sure, they sometimes send a military task force with me on public missions, but thats just to cover up the fact that I'm their monster. T-G and Plagas have turned me into something else completely. Judging from the Redfield report from two years ago, I suspect that I'm something like Albert Wesker, the former leader and traitor of the Raccoon City STARS unit. Anyway, we've tracked down Ada Wong to Kijiju, Africa. I've just finished dinner with the former presidential family, the Grahams. I stay in regular contact with them through Ashley. President Graham was happy to inform me of all the 'inside' knowledge he has on Kijiju and their situation. I'll be landing in Africa soon, where I'll shadow the BSAA. I wonder if Terra Save will be there as well. It would be irony for me, Ada, and Claire to be in a similar hellish city again.


As Leon exited the jet, he squinted his eyes against the bright African sun. He sighed and took a key out of his pocket, searching for the dusty brown Hummer he was told would be provided for him on landing. Seeing it, he walked toward the armored vehicle.
This thing better be loaded with weaponry. Because somehow, I don't think I'll be running into any weapon merchants in Plagas controlled Kijiju.
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Arriving in the militarized zone just out of Kijiju, Leon leaned against a worn down building, a turban wrapped around his head. From underneath it he peeked at two individuals.

"Chris Redfield...Looks like the whole gang is coming back together. Too bad Jill can't join us."

He pushed himself off the wall, hopped through an open window to get through a back part of town, and followed the wall until he reached a spot of the gate that didn't have a large amount of surveillance. Bending down on his knees, he jumped, clearing the entire height.

"Let's get this party started."
 

knight_of_ni

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#3
Eh...

The idea of Leon still being infected is interesting, but really, it doesn't work with the super Leon route. It is part of the same reason I raged at the movies. A super human character is often more boring than a regular, particularly when said character would probably be closer to Wesker than anything else. It just seems ridiculous that he could go around like that.

Leon tailing Chris also doesn't make much sense, given how BSAA is international and Leon is still in the American Gov. which would not do much with their relations.

Though, these are just my thoughts, choose to ignore them if you wish. I actually liked Leon much better than Chris, so I wouldn't mind seeing an infected Leon fic
 

Thorn

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#4
He's not there to tail Chris, Leon is there for Ada. If you remember the shennangigans she pulled in 4, you'll realize why. Btw, he's super human, but he's still not Weskers level.
 

knight_of_ni

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#5
Thorn said:
He's not there to tail Chris, Leon is there for Ada. If you remember the shennangigans she pulled in 4, you'll realize why. Btw, he's super human, but he's still not Weskers level.
Eh, I remember what she did, and even then, it feels as though you are going to end up retelling a lot of events of five. There is a major corporation, as well as various bioweapons dealers elsewhere. Are Wesker and the random chick the only ones who would be developing super weapons? probably not, why not give Ada and Leon their own fight in another country?

I am just saying it might be a good idea to have it in a completely different setting.

Also, eh....I mean closer to Wesker, in that...he would be way above anything anyone not one of the boss enemies could do. It would be much more tilted in his favor, which would make a lot of scenes, fight scenes in particular, dull. Unless it is against a boss enemy like the U-8, giant fish monster, gigantos, etc.

EDIT: ah...whatever, this is why I don't critique ideas. I have personal preferences that may get in the way. <_<
 

Thorn

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#6
knight_of_ni said:
Thorn said:
He's not there to tail Chris, Leon is there for Ada. If you remember the shennangigans she pulled in 4, you'll realize why. Btw, he's super human, but he's still not Weskers level.
Eh, I remember what she did, and even then, it feels as though you are going to end up retelling a lot of events of five. There is a major corporation, as well as various bioweapons dealers elsewhere. Are Wesker and the random chick the only ones who would be developing super weapons? probably not, why not give Ada and Leon their own fight in another country?

I am just saying it might be a good idea to have it in a completely different setting.

Also, eh....I mean closer to Wesker, in that...he would be way above anything anyone not one of the boss enemies could do. It would be much more tilted in his favor, which would make a lot of scenes, fight scenes in particular, dull. Unless it is against a boss enemy like the U-8, giant fish monster, gigantos, etc.
Hmm...True enough. I'm definitely open to suggestion. The reason I chose 5 is because Uroboros is the new "super virus" and I I think it would definitely interest "The Organization" that Ada works for. But maybe I could come up with something different so it doesn't end up being a Leon in RE5 story. In fact, RE4 makes specific reference of a sample of T being held in a Spain police office...maybe I could use that some how. Maybe the Organization doesn't like putting their hands where the BSAA and militarized zones are because they represent a risk? You really got me thinking now, Ni. Thanks :).
 

Thorn

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#8
Leon's Journal

February 23rd, 2009

It's been 3 years since the events at the Harvardville Airport where me and Claire met up after long years apart. Since the events in Spain, I am the USA's 'expert representative' on bioterrorism. What that really means is that I'm the one they send to single handedly shut down companies like Umbrella, Wilpharma, and I suspect, Tricell. Oh sure, they sometimes send a military task force with me on public missions, but thats just to cover up the fact that I'm their monster. T-G and Plagas have turned me into something else completely. Judging from the Redfield report from two years ago, I suspect that I'm something like Albert Wesker, the former leader and traitor of the Raccoon City STARS unit. Anyway, we've tracked down Ada Wong to Austrilia. I've just finished dinner with the former presidential family, the Grahams. I stay in regular contact with them through Ashley. President Graham was happy to inform me of all the 'inside' knowledge he has on any bio-terror situations in the area. I wonder if Terra Save will be there as well. It would be irony for me, Ada, and Claire to be in a similar hellish city again.

About the President Grahams information...I'm nervous. This seems too much like a return to Raccoon City than I would like. What little has been seen, it sounds far more like T or G than it does the Plagas. While Plagas are more dangerous due to their intelligence, T and G spreads far faster and isn't at all controlled. I hope Ada knows what she's getting into...but then, when doesn't she?


Leon stepped out of the plane and squinted his eyes against the bright Austrilian sun, before putting on a pair of sun glasses.

"Here we go again."

Leon's eyes momentarily shown through the, flashing from blue to red.
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Leon rolled slowly through the streets in his hummer. People cautiously peeked out of their windows at him.

"Doesn't seem like it's wide spread yet...the vaccine must be coming in handy." he mumbled.

The hospital is probably the best place to start...I can see what I have to deal with.
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Leon walked through the doors of the hospital, glancing from side to side.

"C-Can I help you with something? Are you infected?"

"No...I'm here to help. I'm a anti-bio-terrorism representative from the USA, Leon Kennedy."

"Thank god...Please, Mr.Kennedy, follow me."

The two entered an elevator and Leon took a moment to observe the orderly. She was haggard, dark circles under her eyes, her hair dirty and frazzled.

"What can you tell me about the patients?"

"The...patients...show necrosis in advanced stages, and exhibit a hunger for anything organic not long after. In other words they closely resemble T and G. But whats disturbing...they're not responding to either vaccines."

The elevator opened and the two walked out into the eerily silent ward.

"Show me the most advanced case."

The orderly looked horror stricken for a moment before shakily nodding and walking forward. As they approached a door, she slid a key card.

"Graaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" The roar instantly assaulted Leons ear drums and something Leon never wanted to see again rushed toward them. In a split second, Leon had his pistol drawn, aimed at the grotesque engorged heart on it's shoulder. The creature hit an transparent wall with a thud.

"A Tyrant..." Leon breathed.

The orderly nodded, whimpering.

"It can't see us...But it knows we're here."

Leon, pistol in hand, went up to the transparent wall.

The Tyrant, though it couldn't see him, seemed to look him dead in the eye before turning around. Leon sighed and lowered his weapon.

Too soon. The Tyrant pulled back, and let out a monstrous roar, emitting a massive electrical wave. The lights flickered, once, twice, then went out.

Suddenly forlorn moans of mindless hunger flooded the air.

"No...Not T-G."

Running steps interrupted Leons musings, and he turned to see the orderly running for the door.

"No! Stay close to me!"

The door slammed behind her. The sound of breaking glass. The orderly's agonized scream.

Leon pulled out his Desert Eagle and looked at the glowing pale blue eyes of the Tyrant. The Tyrant pulled back and rammed it's massive clawed fist into the wall. Leon's pulse quickened. Another punch, spider cracks break along the wall. Leons breath started running ragged. Adrenaline charged twitches ran through him. Another punch and the Tyrants fist breaks through.

Pure, unadulterated fear.

Turning, Leon ran to the door, kicking it open, immediately opening fire on the nearest Zombie, quickly dropping it, absently noting that the orderlies red hair running from it's mouth.

Leon ran as fast as he could, hearing the wall behind him explode.

"GRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
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Probably far too soon for me to introduce a Tyrant, and not at all in the right place.
 

toraneko

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#9
Nitpick: The G-virus wasn't easily transmissible at all. A host had to directly implant it into the victim, or it had to be injected in some other way. That's one of the things that made it an ultimate failure for Umbrella, though they used it in limited degrees for B.O.W. production.

Interesting that you've used the tG-virus, though. It seems to be easily forgotten. I'm curious as to how it might have gotten around, though.
 

Thorn

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#10
KH short one shot.
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On Rage

Despite originating from the same being, Sora and Roxas are two very different hearts. Sora, who is driven by justice and a sense of duty to help the universe, lacks hatred. He has a love for everyone he meets, and is even willing to forgive his enemies for grave offences.

(Ansem...I don't know why you helped us, but thanks...)

Given this, Sora isn't drawn into real anger often. His enemies are destroyed by a keyblade wielded out of duty and a passion to make worlds better. Only every so often is Sora filled with that desire to exact revenge. Even this anger, however, is fueled by righteousness, only brought to the front because of some grave offence against a friend.

Despite being of the same power, the same being, this is what makes the 13th member of Organisation XIII, Roxas all the more frightening.

Born into the world without even a sense of who, of what he was, Roxas was left to the deceitful hand of The Organisation. In this breeding ground of traitors, lies, hate, of nobodies Roxas too, learned to hate. Unlike Sora, however, the hatred, the anger, of Roxas is not powered by justice or righteousness. At all times it is simmering, with each strike against him raising it to the boiling point.

(The crystallised form of his best friend splintered and was carried like dust into the wind, the memory of her name following close behind. Precious few tears escaped the Nobody's eyes, as he shook and beat his fists against the ground. After some time he got up, he still shook, but in his eyes were not tears, there was hatred. Donning the hood of his Organisation coat, he held out his hands. Two bright flashes brought forth keyblades.

The oathkeeper to represent the promises to his friends. To Axel. To...her.

For everyone else...Oblivion.

They would pay. Saix, Xemnas...the world would bleed until his promise was kept.)


When Roxas releases that burning rage, it's not a momentary flash of power, a brief skill...no. Instead you're faced with a unfathomable tower of a keyblade wielder. Roxas, who is only interested in fulfilling his own goals for the sake of his friends and himself, has no compunction about striking an enemy down. Permanently.

Sora fights with mercy, with love. Roxas fights with selfishness, with a desire to be someone, and hatred for nearly all else.

(He stood in front of Riku, ready to finish the battle.

"You really are his Nobody." his blindfolded enemy said.

"I'm not HIM! I am me! No one else!"
)
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/oneshot thing.

Just felt like writing, and I was listening to "The Other Promise Drammatica" <a href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pgUzWrTk1KI&feature=related' target='_blank' rel='nofollow'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pgUzWrTk1KI&feature=related</a>

So I decided to do a Roxas centric bit.
 

Thorn

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#11
FFVII AU
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Reno and Rude flew high above the Midgar Wastes in their Shinra Co. helicopter. It was an important mission. Not one handed down by the President, Heidegger, Scarlet, or even Rufus Shinra. It was a personal mission, one taken up by the four highest ranking officer of the Turks. Tseng was taking a huge risk in handing down the order, but then again, they all were. The mission directive itself was simple.

Capture Zack Fair and Cloud Strife.

Alive.

"Dammit! How are we supposed to find them? It's like looking for a needle in a goddamn desert!"

Carrying that mission out, however, was proving to be troublesome.

"Don't complain. Tseng has all those messages to send. Besides. We're the Turks-" Rude admonished.

"I know, I know. And the Turks never fail." Reno cut off his partner. "Seems to me that Tseng is going through an awful lot to correct a postage error though."

Rude was silent for a moment. "He's our friend."

Reno nodded. "And the Turks take care of their own." He grinned. "Even if he's technically not a Turk."

A crackle on their radio came before a feminine voice broke through. "Reno, Rude, I have reported shots fired in vector six, I repeat, shots fired. You guys are the closest!"

Reno banged his fist on the console. "Hurry the fuck up, Rude! Goddammit!"
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Zack Fair lowered his mako poisoned friend to the ground, having escaped the gun fire of the Shinra grunts for a short while. He sighed heavily and ruffled the hair of his blond companion. In another life, in another world, he would have walked away to save Cloud Strife. He wouldn't have seen his friend come to consciousness bare moments after he left. In another life, a hero would have laid down his life for the would be savior of the world.

As he began to step away, the roar of a helicopter blade abruptly exploded behind him, and he turned back in sharp surprise. For one moment, the black haired SOLDIER made eye contact with Reno and Rude. Reno gave a small wave, and the helicopter continued a short ways past them before landing.

Then Zack looked down. Cloud, wide eye'd, was reaching out to him.

"Za...ck."

Zacks eyes mimic'd the blond's wide ones. "Cloud?....CLOUD!!" He shouted with momentary glee. He picked his friend up in a bear hug, swinging him around. "I was afraid you wouldn't wake up! Are you ok?"

"...ouch." Cloud responded, quietly.

The sound of another helicopter reached Zacks ears, and quickly closing in, he saw it.

"The Turks have found us...I'm not sure if that's a good thing."
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The army of Shinra grunts marched on, trailing their prey. Former SOLDIER 1st Class Zack Fair and his companion, a top secret test subject: Cloud Strife. Orders were to neutralize with extreme prejudice. Those who returned successfully were to be rewarded handsomely. Shinra promised those who were reported to have preformed admirably would be entered into a special mako infusion treatment designed by Hojo himself.

The mission directive itself was simple.

"HALT!" A commander shouted out. As one, the diligent Shinra troops halted.

Above, a Shinra helicopter began its descent. As it lowered, some of the troops recognized the suits within.

"The Turks..." One of them muttered distastefully.

As the helicopter landed, Reno and Rude hopped out and began walking toward the platoon. A commander walked out to meet them.

He saluted. "Sirs! I didn't realize we would have Turk support on this mission!" Sneaking a glance to his troops to make sure they weren't eaves dropping, he lowered his voice. "But to tell the truth, I'm glad...We would've had a lot of casualties against Zack Fair..."

Ignoring the commander, Reno looked over to Rude. "Hey Rude. It's really cool, that materia Tseng lent us for this mission, yeah?"

Rude nodded, pulling his gloves tight and adjusting his tie. "Right. Mastered fire materia...linked to an All."

"Oooh! That'd be great for taking out a SOLDIER 1st Class wouldn't it!?" Reno asked in mock enthusiasm.

Rude nodded again. "Deadly."

Reno's smile vanished. "You know what else it would be good for? Making sure a platoon of soldiers don't report that the Turks interfered in their mission."

"Wait! What!?" The commander shouted in shock.

Reno closed his eyes, focusing on the materia.

"Troops, fi-!" The commander began

"Lemme say it. Firaga." Reno cut him off.

Carrying out that mission, for the Shinra grunts, however, would prove impossible.
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Zack held the Buster Sword warily as the second helicopter landed, standing in front of Cloud.

Tseng adjusted his tie and suit jacket as he walked out, a box held between his arm and body.

"Zack Fair...It's good to see you."

"You too, Tseng...Though I didn't figure you for the long hair type." Zack replied.

Tseng raised an eyebrow. "Nor you."

"Enough small talk...what do you want, Tseng?"

Seemingly ignoring the question, Tseng responded. "All Shinra combatants have standing orders to kill the both of you on sight, you know?"

Zack readied his massive blade. "So it's like that..."

"I, however, have countermanded that order to the Turks.The two of you are to be captured, alive. After perusing Professor Hojo's files, however, I do not find that option to be in our best interests, either."

"Tseng..."

"Tragically, Zack Fair and his companion, Cloud Strife, managed to dispatch an entire platoon of Shinra soldiers. However, this outcome is not completely unexpected. Zack Fair was a veteran and hero of the Wutai War, and responsible for dispatching 1st Class Soldier traitors Angeal Hewley and Genesis. Cloud Strife awoke to assist his companion, and after going through intensive SOLDIER grade mako treatments, proved to be an invaluable ally. The Turks arrived on the scene too late to save the Shinra soldiers, however, a well placed firagra from Reno, and Beta from Cissnei's Enemy Skill Materia dispatched the two worn out escapee's."

Zacks mouth was wide with surprise, it was Cloud, however, who expressed his thoughts.

"...Thanks..." He said, weakly.

Tseng smiled. "I'm not sure what you're talking about. I was just going over what I'd say in my report later." The leader of the Turks turned to Zack. "Zack...this box contains 88 letters, all written by Aeirth Gainsborough...You two. Do not dwell in Midgar for long. There is no way a SOLDIER 1st class can go unnoticed for long, and your partner isn't the most inconspicuous person either, with those mako eyes." Tseng handed the box of letters to Zack, and turned back toward the chopper.

"Tseng!" The Turk leader stopped. "Thank you...for everything. You're a good friend."

Tseng nodded. "That I am." And with that, he climbed back into his helicopter, starting it up.

Zack turned, covering Cloud from the flying debris.

"Zack...what do we call out mercenary company?"

"You were listening?"

Cloud grinned. "You wouldn't...shut up."

Zack laughed gleefully, tears whipped away from his face in the wind from the helicopter.

"Zack. You're getting me wet."
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Reno and Rude leaned against their helicopter, both taking deep drags on cigarettes.

"Turks. Mission complete. Targets Zack Fair and Cloud Strife have been neutralized." Came Tseng's voice over their head set.

Reno flicked his cigarette to the ground, while Rude stomped his out under his shoe.

Reno toggled his mic. "Where do you want to celebrate, Boss?"

Rude toggled his as well. "There's a good bar in Sector 7. 7th Heaven....Nice bar tender."

Tseng's voice crackled in. "7th Heaven it is."
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Zack and Cloud walked slowly toward Midgar, Cloud leaning on his comrade for support.

As they approached the edges of the city, Zack caught the sight of a key card in the dirt.

"Hey Cloud! Check it out. A key card to Sector 7. Lucky!"
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Tifa stomped toward the train station in Sector 7.

"I can't believe those Shinra jerks! The nerve they have to come to MY bar to celebrate their victory! They were Turks too...dammit! They're drinking my booze, and they're probably celebrating murdering a...a...baby or something!"

And then she saw two people she never thought she would ever see again.

Spikey blond hair. Bright glowing eyes. Long black hair. A humongous sword...All thoughts of baby murdering Turks fled her mind in an instant.

"Cloud, Zack!"

Cloud only had a moment to blink as blur of red eyes and long brown hair barreled into him.
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Zack smiled as he watched the two childhood friends talk to each other recounting their past.

"Cloud...when Sephiroth came...it was awful...be glad you weren't there."

Zack's smile faded. "What are you talking about, Tifa...Cloud WAS there...we all were."

Tifa's eyes widened dramatically as she whipped her head around toward the blond man. Suddenly, the pieces came together.

"That soldier...that was...that was you! Cloud...you kept your promise..."

Cloud ducked his head. "Not really...I was too late."

Zack clapped him on his back. "Don't say that, kiddo. Sephiroth would've finished us off, if it weren't for you."

Cloud turned his head up to Zack, bright mako eyes terribly pained. "Zack...have you ever thought...maybe that would've been better?"

"Don't say that, man. Don't ever even think it. What we went through...It was bad...it was torture...but don't ever forget that we're here now. We're free, and we'll never be caged like that again. I promise."

Tifa put a hand to her mouth. "Cloud...Zack...what happened?"

Cloud turned toward Tifa, and began their tragic story.
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Tifa shuffled her feet nervously. "So...you guys say your mercenaries now, right?"

The two nodded.

"I...well...I might have a job for you. How would you like to get back at Shinra.
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"I need to think about it. Cloud...Come on. There's someone I need to see in Sector 5."
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Aerith tended to her flowers carefully, making sure each one was subjected to just the right amount of light and water. She fidgeted slightly, momentarily taking out a letter. She sighed letting the letter float away in the wind. It was time to let go...time to move on. Maybe someone else would fall through her roof for her to fall in love with.

"Where did you go, Zack? What happened?"

Slowly, the door to the church opened. Aerith smiled, it was probably the neighborhood kids, or Tseng to make sure she was ok.

"Aerith! Are you here?" His voice echoed through the structure.

And then she saw him...framed by the light from outside. Looking around the church with curious, apprehensive eyes.

Tentatively, she called back. "Zack...is it really you?"

The last cetra didn't get a chance to blink before she was swept off her feet in a crushing hug.
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More to come....Tired of writing tonight, but I at least do have plans to continue this one.
 

DrTempo

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#12
Nice one with the FFVII AU..Always wondered what'd happen if Zack had survived.
 

Thorn

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#13
David sat back in the old patch work recliner, his feet out on an ottoman. Curtains let in what sunlight got through the dense woods surrounding his small trailer home. A thick layer of smoke seemed to permeate throughout the dwelling, and indeed the old soldier took a deep drag of his Lucky Strikes cigarette before letting it out in a steady stream. He coughed...a small thing, at first, but it grew in intensity and soon he was crouched over his knees hacking away what little left his lungs had to offer. It is with awe that I'm reminded that this is the greatest hero in the world. I leaned forward to help this man, this living legend.

"Get your damn hand away," He muttered between hacks and straightened himself out. I leaned back into my own seat and took out my pen and pad.

"Thank you for accepting this interview, Mr..."

"Pliskin." He finished, chuckling at some small private joke.

"First, just let me thank you, Mr. Pliskin, on behalf of everyone...for saving us. You're a hero."

His eyes narrowed, and he let out a growl before smashing his fist on his lamp stand. Despite what I knew about David, about Snake, I was surprised to see the thick metal dented in deeply. He looked at me, and I stared back into his eyes. I think perhaps I have never experienced a more intense moment in my life than that. David's eyes in that moment were ferocious. Full of hatred, regret, and agony.

"There are no heroes in war! Just because someone survives, or is better at killing his fellow man...That doesn't make a hero."

"Then what does?" I asked. His hand unclenched and his eyes shut tightly as he took another drag of his cigarette. He let out a long, painful, exhale and replied,

"Saving them."

"And what about you?! Your sacrifices!?" I found myself getting angry for this man. It was an easy thing to do. All throughout my journalistic career, I followed what scattered footsteps I could of the legendary soldier, Solid Snake. Even knowing what little I did, it was an easy thing to be angry on his behalf.

"My sacrifices?" He drawled in that gravely voice, "What makes you think I ever had a choice?"

"Snake," The aged soldier glared. "David, I mean. You're not even fifty, but look at you...you've been robbed of half your life!"

He spit into an empty can of Pabst Blue Ribbon that looked like it had spent quite some time collecting dust. "It's better this way. What else could I do with another thirty years? He told me to go out and live the rest of my life...My way. That I owed it to myself, owed it to him and the others too. But you know...I still haven't found anything worth it."

I sighed in hopelessness. The greatest soldier was terribly morose and depressing to be around. I pinched the bridge of my nose, sighed, and picked up my pen. On the very top of my pad was written: 'METAL GEAR'

"David, the greatest part of your legend, why you're called the World's Greatest Soldier, has to do with the Metal Gear series of Weapons of Mass Destruction. There's been rumors, and WikiLeaks founder Julian Assange has confirmed, amongst other things, that you took down the vast majority of these mechanical monsters on foot." I didn't ask because I doubted it. I had seen some of the leaked footage of that battle, as distorted as it was by Snake's chaff grenades.

He picked up the old PBR can full of ashes, brought it to his lips and began to tilt it back before his nose flared, taking in the smell. He grunted and tossed it into his kitchen before reaching for the fresh one to his side and taking a drink. "That's the biggest part, huh?" He gave another wheezing chuckle, and despite his obviously deteriorating condition, I could still see the chords of muscle under his white t-shirt.

He took another sip. "Taking down the Metal Gears...That was the easiest part."
 

Thorn

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#14
Mass Effect/Portal Xover.
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"Commander Shepard, you have a call from the Illusive Man." Kelly Chambers called as the Normandy's Commander exited the elevator.

Shepard stifled a sigh before he answered, "Patch it through." He turned around and took the hallway from the Research Lab into the Briefing and Com room. Immediately the room darkened and re-lit in a holographic copy of the Illusive Man's office.

"Shepard." The Cerberus leader said by way of greeting.

"Illusive Man. I didn't think we'd be hearing from each other after I destroyed the Collector base."

The man took a drag of his cigarette. "While your rash decision did result in an unfortunate loss, you remain Humanity's best defense against the Reapers, and I am still inclined to give you what you need to beat them."

Shepard's voice took on a sarcastic quality, "How gracious of you."

A small tug pulled at the Illusive Man's lips. "Indeed."

"So what is this call really about then?"

Putting his cigarette out, the influential man leaned forward, collapsing his hands. "After roughly three days ago, Humanity is no longer reliant on Mass Effect Relays."

Shepard couldn't keep the surprise out of his voice. "What!? How is that possible?"

"Are you familiar with a research firm called Aperture Science?"

Shepard briefly searched his memory before replying, "No. Never heard of them."

"Glad to hear it. They 'died out' in the early 21st century. Not long before you arrived on the galactic scene, Cerberus discovered a great deal of their research. Until just very recently, we weren't able to replicate their efforts in any practical sense. Or at least in the sense of giving Humanity the edge against the other races."

"So what were they working on?" Shepard asked.

"Portal technology. The ability to place an entrance portal at one point, an exit portal at another, and travel instantly to that location"

"That's amazing. You said this was early 21st century technology?"

"Shocking isn't it? In our reliance of the 'gifts' the Reapers gave us, Human ingenuity was abandoned. Think of it Shepard, over a hundred years ago we developed the beginnings of technology that is far more powerful than the Relays. Now, with the help of the Galaxy's top researchers and my vast store of credits, we've completed it on a galactic level."

"What ships are going to be equipped with portal technology?"

"The Normandy, of course. Key Cerberus vessels, and any Alliance war ship willing to accept Cerberus aid...and even some that aren't."

"But not alien ships, of course." It was hard to miss the Commander's sarcasm.

"That rather depends. It is crucial that the Galaxy as a whole become independent of Reaper technology."

"Why? Once the Reapers are defeated, what's the threat in using the Mass Relay system?"

"Don't be dense, Shepard. We have no idea how many Reapers their are. What is coming to attack us may only represent a small portion of their numbers. What's more, we don't know what kind of resources they're hiding out in dark space. They have vast patience. I will not defeat them here, only for them to prey on our reliance in another 50,000 years." He took a breath before continuing, "But to the original point, I am willing to sell portal technology to aliens. All they have to do is submit to human IFF technology aboard their systems."

Shepard's widened. "That would make the entire galaxy's travel reliant on human permission. That's exactly what the Reapers have done!"

The Illusive Man sat back in his chair, lighting another cigarette as a smug sense of triumph surrounded him. "It's worked rather well for them, hasn't it? But don't worry Shepard, I have no plans for Humanity to reappear every 50 millennial to wipe out all galactic life. Humanity developed this technology, if the other races want to be even remotely on our level, they have to submit to our rules. But enough about galactic travel. The war hasn't ended yet. Or truly even begun. You have a tactical mind Shepard; tell me, any ideas, besides travel, on how to use this technology against the Reapers?"

A wicked smile came over Shepard. "Oh, at least one."
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"Commander Shepard, this is Admiral Hacket."

"Good to hear your voice, Admiral. We're stationed at the Sol Cluster Relay. Our first guests should be here any moment. Our 'Welcome' portal is open directly at the entry point."

"Opening our "Goodbye" portal now. Arrogant bastards won't know what hit them."

The Mass Relay gave a brief surge and a flash, signifying that something had come through. The Normandy crew only briefly saw the massive Reaper before it disappeared into the welcome portal.

"Reapers are through, repeat Reapers are through. Closing Welcome."

Deep, mechanical and agonized screams flooded the Normandy's comm system.

"EDI?"

"Yes, Shepard."

"Keep the comm system open. I want to hear the bastards burn."
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(the exit portal lead to the local cluster Sun)
 
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