Disclaimer: I don't own Starcraft (Blizzard) or RWBY (Rooster Teeth)
AN: This will be semi disorientating as I am now posting the main story-line from the beginning as I have some stockpiled work now. I'll leave the snippets of later story-line until the story gets a little further along before removing them until they come up in the story naturally.
Initiating System
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System Started
Welcome Player 1
Please follow the tutorial provided
'What? I must really be out of it…'
Stage 1 -
Please select initial media
'I'd play some Starcraft 2 if it wasn't for this headache… nap time it is.'
Media confirmed: Starcraft 2
Analyzing
Granting abilities
'I'm hearing things i swear…'
Stage 2 -
Spinning for random world selection
World selected: RWBY
'RWBY? Hell yeah, but first some sleep.'
Tutorial will continue in your new world! Have fun!
Zzzz…
5 Hours later, Remnant, Uncharted island
'Where am I?' I thought as I gazed upon a coastline of rolling waves. Honestly this must be one hell of a dream, everything is so fresh and so clean. I can't even remember the last time I found myself on a cool sandy beach, but this feels so real.
Welcome to Remnant
'Uh huh… sure.' I thought before slapping myself in an attempt to wake up.
Tutorial resuming, please run through the basic system commands!
- Inventory
- Status
- Skills/abilities
- Menu
'This is kinda cool for a dream… inventory?' Realizing I was likely within my own dreams I decided to go along with it until proven otherwise.
Inventory
- Terran starter kit
- Zerg starter kit (locked)
- Protoss starter kit (locked)
'Starter kit? Well I'll take what I can get. Status.'
Status
- Level 1
- Hp: 100/100
- Mp: (locked)
'Level 1? Starting from the bottom i see. Skills.'
Skills
- Stealth
- Blink (locked)
- Regeneration (locked)
'Terran stealth, Protoss blink, and Zerg regeneration, survival skills really. Menu!'
Menu
- Save (locked)
- Load (locked)
- Pause
- BGM (On/Off)
- Hud/Map (On/off)
Tutorial complete, good luck commander!
'I should be waking up about now…'
Nope, this is real
'Any minute now'
Please accept reality and survive! Have fun!
'On the off chance this is real, I need to work fast. This is remnant we're talking about. Inventory!'
Inventory
- Terran starter kit
- Zerg starter kit (locked)
- Protoss starter kit (locked)
'Well I am human, so I can understand why zerg and protoss were locked. Terran starter kit!'
Terran Starter Kit
- Hostile Environment Stealth Suit
- C-20A Sniper Rifle 5x Magazine (120 Rounds)
- 4x Automated SCV
- 1 weeks worth of Terran rations
- 1 Resource converter
- Retinal Data Chip
'Looks like I rolled a ghost build, better suit up and deploy my SCV's' I thought as four crates and four robotic SCV's appeared out of thin air in front of me. Searching through the crates I found their contents to be the rations, suit, ammo, and sniper rifle from the kit along with material for a resource converter. Taking a moment to suit up and familiarize myself with the C-20A rifle I repacked the rations and turned to my SCV's.
"Report in SCV's." I commanded towards the lifeless machines.
"Fully operational, ready for assignment." Four robotic voices replied.
"Begin clearing part of the treeline on this island to make space for the resource converter. Immediately construct it once space is made." I commanded my group of SCV's. The beach quickly became full of activity as trees were cut and stacked rapidly.
'May as well climb a tree and look around while i wait.'
3 Hours Later
The sounds of construction, raw metal being molded into place filled my ears. Yet, something primal could be heard beneath the symphony of SCV's at work. Roars, fearsome and strong sounded from afar. Knowing the world of remnant from behind a screen was nothing like being in it yourself.
'Best get a move on.' I thought before jumping down from my high tree and breaking into a jog towards the nearly finished resource converter. Crossing the relatively short distance at speed I finally could see the fruits of my SCV's efforts. A structure similar to an extractor mixed with a factory had begun to take shape, I can only hope it will provide me some security for the night.
"Status report." I commanded to a nearby SCV.
"Resource converter 95% complete, additional orders commander?" The SCV sounded off mechanically.
"Immediately start operating the converter upon its completion, I assume it will create base minerals and vespene for us to work with?"
"Different materials will provide better conversions into our required resources. Over time we will be able to produce additional SCV's and converters to expedite the process." The SCV replied.
"Carry on." I commanded before walking towards the completed blast door of the converter. Within a vast array of advanced machinery covered the walls and tables. Finally I had something to work with, reaching into my suit pocket I pulled out the data chip from the kit, holding it up to my eye it flickered to life in a burst of silver light.
New user detected, imprinting data chip.
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Brace for light headache.
'How do i brace for a headache?' I thought before pain surged through my head forcing me to my knees. Images flashed through my mind like a condensed movie as I held my head. However just as soon as it began it ended. Slowly returning to my feet as the pain subsided I was thoroughly filled with new information.
My mind now contained schematics, manuals, and the experience needed to use it all. Ever wanted to know how to fly a AH/G-24 Banshee? One quick data chip and you're an expert. Plans for the future perhaps, enough of that though, I have work to do.
"System, what are my current stockpiled resources?" I asked in front of the central console of the convertor.
"Currently converted resources amounts to 700 minerals, and an additional 400 vespene gas. During the construction of the convertor a deposit of dust crystals were discovered providing large amounts of resources." The convertor synthetically replied.
"Can you give me a report on our current production capabilities?" I requested.
"Additional facilities will need construction, however this facility can act as a factory and construct some vehicles. Please reference the list of currently available facilities and units."
Facilities
- Barracks (Trains robotic variations of marines) 150 minerals.
- Starport (Trains manned and unmanned aerial vehicles.) 150 minerals, 50 vespene.
- Shrike Turret Bunker, 100 minerals.
- Missile Turret, 100 minerals.
- Research Facility, 600 minerals, 250 Vespene.
Units
- Automated Goliath, 150 minerals, 50 vespene.
- Automated Diamondback, 150 minerals, 150 vespene.
- Predator, 100 minerals, 100 vespene.
- Automated SCV, 50 minerals.
"Produce an additional two SCV's, task our current SCV's to create three bunkers surrounding our clearing and a starport next to our convertor."
"At once commander" The system replied.
Resources remaining: 150 minerals, 350 vespene.
'Now we wait.'
12 Hours later, Late night, Uncharted Island
Alert, foreign biologicals detected.
Recommended course of action, terminate.
'Not my favorite way to wake up I must say.' I thought before grabbing my C-20A rifle and heading towards the blast doors.
"System, are the defensive bunkers in place?" I questioned the system.
"Fully operational, awaiting your orders." The system replied in its usual synthetic tones.
"Bring them online, hold fire until my order. Bring the SCV's into the facility." I commanded before activating my cloaking and heading out the blast door for some reconnaissance. Flipping on my thermal goggles gave me an idea of what i was up against, and it looked like a grim situation.
'A whole pack of beowolves, lead by a pair of ursa. Just my luck.' I thought before giving my rifle a once over, finding it in perfect condition I began scaling the convertor for a better vantage point.
Laying down upon the roof of the convertor while breathing slowly I carefully lined up a shot for one of the lead Ursa. Clutching my rifle tightly I rested my forefinger upon the trigger.
"System, fire everything!" I commanded before squeezing the trigger, with a flash of light from the barrel the shot rang true making mincemeat of the Ursa's head. Immediately after my ears were bombarded with roars and gun fire as the bunkers came to life.
'Going to need to work on my defense, perhaps clear the island entirely.' I thought while sending shells downrange into the pack of beowolves that haven't already been torn apart by the bunkers.
Hostiles eliminated, bunkers returning to standby.
"Thank you system, resume constructing the starport and mining of dust." I commanded while climbing down the convertor.
'Time for some additional shut eye…'