This is an idea I've had for a while now, and I wanted to get it off my mind since it's interrupting with my other stories... also... I'm obsessed with Blood Elves so... yeah... I'll get on with it, probably only going to post a few chapters just to get it started, then finish some other stories and return to this one.

Also, I might be using the same OC names as my normal common OCs but in truth, they have nothing to do with each other.

PS: I'm not good with WoW NPC names and locations so please bear with me if I mess up an NPC location or name. That being said I'm going to add quite a few Warcraft related OCs to fill for roles that I'd otherwise fuck up. Also this is Mid Burning Crusade, the march on Illidan's stronghold is imminent at this point in the WoW timeline and will continue on to Post Cataclysm

PS: I went back and changed my main Human's name, I didn't like it, since I already used it... and it felt weird using it again.

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Ryan "Little Hawk" Ramirez entered the lab on a crisp sunny day on earth, August 14th, 2025 to be exact... he walked through the white hallways of the technology labs before coming to the room... 2309 B wing. He opened the door and there in the center of the room, all twiddling with blinky lights and doodads were several scientists, programmers, engineers and developers who all worked for various gaming, military, spy and space programs.

One, who looked suspiciously like Einstein walked up to Ryan and inspected him. "Ah I see you've made it just in time Mr. Ramirez!" said the scientist.

Ryan nodded and brushed back some of his shaggy brown hair. "Yeah, so... tell me again why you needed a Canadian Special Operations Regiment (CSOR) operative for this... mission... if I can even put it that way..." he asked.

Ryan was, as he implied, Canadian, mind you he was a Canadian First Nations. He had short but shaggy brown hair, with hazel eyes and tanned skin. He was a commander in the Canadian armed forces and an expert marksman with specialized tracking and survival skills that only an aboriginal could obtain. A small scar ran across his left eye from a close brush with a knife during the Cortias Die situation a few months ago. (A/N: No, he's not from COD: BO2 I'm just making a reference, however the weapons WILL be from Black ops 2 for the most part... since it IS the year 2025 and let's face it... I suck with weapon names and this will be much easier for me to describe and memorize.)

He was... far from professional looking... his attitude and personality made him look like just another civilian. Aged at 21 he took a liking to allot of things that many of his comrades teased him for, such as fantasy stories, anime, and a few MMO games. On first glance however you wouldn't think of him as being into those sort of things, mind you he also didn't look Native American on first takes anyways... he usually had to explain to people that he was... which few believed until they saw his files or showed off his tattoo of a little hawk holding three arrows on his right bicep. It was a ritualistic thing, the hawk represented keen hearing and attuned senses for which Ryan was known for, while the small size of the hawk represented his size... as he was the shortest of three siblings... mind you he still was pretty tall sizing in at 6'2" while the arrows symbolized his marksmanship, being able to take down multiple targets with one well lined up shot... it had only happened once before... but he still liked to brag about it.

But getting back to the task at hand now. "Because we don't know what is on the other side! And if we don't, why not send the best?"

Ryan shrugged "I dunno, cuz it would be a waste of resources perhaps?" he suggested.

The scientist rolled his eyes "Of course a soldier like you would say that... but you have your orders do you not?"

Ryan sighed remembering the orders that came down from HQ this morning... "Yeah yeah..." he looked at a large white box in the center of the room with blinky lights and buttons... and the knobs, don't forget the knobs and switches! "So what the fuck is this thing?" he asked.

"This is both the latest development in gaming, training and research! A virtual reality room!" explained the Einstein wannabee.

"Virtual reality? Wouldn't a civilian be fine for this sort of task?"

"Are you questioning your orders soldier?"

"You're not my boss!" Ryan exclaimed "But whatever, just plug me in!" he walked over to the box and found a door to enter to small room. It was big enough to fit maybe 10 people side by side... a large elevator if you will.

"Ok so how does this work?" Ryan asked

"Just sit tight, it will be up in a jiffy!" said a scientist... "alright there!"

The walls of the room started to light up and flash through different scenery. One was a far of ring in the middle of space with alien ships around it... then the ring exploded, destroying all the ships while a long fighter escaped the artificial world... another was an anime looking world with kids off all funny colored hair and wearing strange school robes like harry potter rejects... the scenes kept shifting faster and faster until it felt Ryan got a headache, he just closed his eyes and waited for it to be done with... then he heard a voice... it was a scientist "Um... we're reading power fluxes from withing the room, is everything ok in there?" there was a flash of white light "Shit! His vital signs just flat lined! Commander Ramirez! Are you there!? Respond! Ramirez!"

Ryan shook his head and raised an eyebrow looking at his surroundings... he stood in what appeared to be a forest... it was fairly dark and the trees were massive! Bigger than any trees he'd seen on Earth! Assuming this wasn't earth...

He tapped his wrist mounted tactical-pad and opened a secure channel. "Hello?"

"Oh good your alive!" said the scientist "Your vitals dropped and we feared the worst... where are you?"

"What do you mean I'm still in the room right?" Ryan asked, with concern in his voice.

"No, you're not..."

"WHAT!? Then where am I?"

"We don't know..."

"Great... well I'm going to explore for a bit, I'll contact you if I find anything... Commander Ramirez out." He closed the connection and checked over his supplies... he had his personal favorite M27 assault rifle, this was the modern version of the M4 series of carbines, promising stopping power, easy reload, great range in semi-auto, perfect accuracy even in full-auto. This beautiful weapon of gas operated goodness was finished off with a sleek coat of woodlands camo paint and modified by a x2 ACOG sight, foregrip attached to the under barrel grenade launcher for better accuracy and quicker grenade reloads. An adjustable stock was present as well so Ryan could adjust the stock accordingly for better comfort and stability when aiming.

On his back he had two more weapons. An SVU-AS semi auto sniper rifle with low recoil and high accuracy. It was of the weaker sniper rifles available but Ryan liked it due to its next to nonexistent recoil and pin-point accuracy. It sported a x5, 10 and 20 zoom with a stabilizer on the scope and a deployable bi-pod to reduce aiming sway, along with a removable silencer. (which he actually had for all his weapons save his shotgun.)

He also had a KSG 12 shotgun with a wider loading chamber for faster reloading and an extended barrel for longer range and higher accuracy. The KSG was a pump action slug thrower by default but it could be loaded with special buckshot and even dragon's breath or flechette shells.

And lastly at his side he had his Tac-45 pistol with a easy reload mag, extended barrel and a special knife for quick melee, mind you he also had a removable silencer for that as well... he also had a ballistic knife, combat knife at his shoulder, two frag grenades, two semtex grenades, a two flashbangs, two concussions, one EMP, one shock charge and three tomahawks. He was loaded with extra ammo as well with 630 rounds for his M27 making about 21 clips, 120 rounds for his SVU, 10 clips, 80 rounds for his KSG, 10 clips and 130 rounds for his TAC-45, again, 10 clips (extended mag makes each clip hold 13 rounds rather than 8 or 10)

Ryan's specialized training and upbringing as a child had nailed plenty of endurance on him, due to this he was fairly strong, being able to carry twice his weight in supplies, plus weapons and armor easily so long as there were no... Awkward shapes to lop-side him. He reached into his military bag and pulled out his camouflage palate and painted his face to match the forest's colors of green, black, brown and oddly enough a bit of strong, dark purple... he replaced the palate in his bag and put on his boonie hat... all his apparel gear was up to date and involved the latest tech including something called Octo-camo which was a special fiber which allowed his camouflage to be flexible, like an octopus or chameleon and it would adapt to his surroundings making his virtually invisible to the untrained, unobservant or lazy eye... sometimes even the trained, observant and active would miss him if he was lucky. Once his equipment and gear was checked over and he was all decked out in camo that matched the area he was in, Ryan pressed onwards, intent on finding a place to set up a base camp from which to launch recon from... but this place... this forest... it was MASSIVE! Anyone, any creature, anything, could be lurking in the shadows... every time He'd passed a tree he made sure to keep his distance from the edge of it and aim his M27 in the direction of the possible ambush... he got the feeling he wasn't alone...

*MAAAAAAWWWW*

Ryan pivoted and aimed his M27 in the direction of the sound... he saw a bush nearby rustle... he aimed down his sights and put his silencer on... took aim at the bush... but before he could fire a small purple tinted fawn dashed out from the bush, followed by its mother. Ryan just sighed and chuckled to himself... odd how right after he felt like he was being watched, a deer appeared which turned out to be no big deal... but he'd seen the movies... he didn't lower his guard, not for a second! With rifle back up and ready he continued through the woods until he round a road... it was mossy and overgrown, but it was a road... and as the old saying goes, all roads lead to Rome, or in this case simply a place with people! Which would do... before he came to the scientist lab he'd collected his pay from his last operation so he would be able to buy some supplies and see if a phone could be found... as he continued along the road... his hopes of finding a phone or a plane back home were dimmed... all the lamps he'd passed so far, which should have been fluorescent street lamps or some other form of gas or electrical were all candle lit... he'd even passed a gazebo which had been overgrown with vines and a few ancient looking statues around it... he guessed where ever he'd arrived, wasn't as technologically advanced...

The forest seemed to go on forever but that didn't deter our hero! As night fell Ryan turned off the road and found a spot under a tree which was well covered by the thick leave hanging almost right above, closer to the ground then the canopies of the forest. He'd used one of his combat axes or tomahawks to gather fire wood, he'd have to make sure to recover any axes he threw or at least save one for situations like this. Then once he'd gotten a small fire going he opened up a pack of rations and heated the food over the fire, it was no feast par say, but it was enough to keep him going, fit and feed. It was comprised of steamed mashed potatoes, steamed corn, steamed peas and a bit of more than dry chicken, each one having a small pocket in the plastic, biodegradable food tray. He also took a few long gulps from one of his two canteens filled with fresh cool spring water before dousing the fire and setting out his bed roll, using his hat and arm as a sort of pillow... his head on his right arm, with his TAC-45 in his left hand... just in case... the night passed uneventfully... until early morning...

Ryan woke up, stretched and made a bit of instant coffee over the smoldering embers of last night's fire after stoking them up a bit. Once he'd drank that and packed up shop he continued on... this early in the morning, it was still dark and he used a pair of night vision goggles to see, making everything green... however the infrared laser sight on his gun was lit up by the NVGs making a straight line towards his target allowing greater accuracy... this darkness was, for good reasons, Ryan's tool of destruction... more than once was the darkness the instrument he used for his piece de la résistance, his, artwork, if you will. Enemies fell to his blade or silenced weapons with bullets in their brains or slit throats, tanks or depots would explode and people would go missing or sensitive information and items might get lost during the night when he was present, yet people hardly knew that it was even him.

Ryan continued along the edge of the road from the other day in hope of finding a town or city, so far with no luck...

Then something struck him as... odd... it was quiet... too quiet... there were no chirping of birds, no animal sounds in the distance, even the leaves had stopped ruffling as the winds played along with the cruel silence as if to assist in building up this strange tension just to torture Ryan with some cruel joke.

'This isn't cool... I'm being watched... I know it this time...' he pulled a pair of lens-less, sleek glasses out and pressed a button on the side of it, activating his advanced HUD as gamers called it, in reality it was a RTSMD, or Real-Time-Soldier-Management-Device, but for the sake of simplicity he also called it a HUD, or Heads-Up-Display. It displayed a small compass at the bottom of his vision, his ammo counter whatever gun in his hands was displayed along with a holographic icon and name, normally in the upper right corner would be a satellite fed map, but being in a world where he assumed there were no satellites, it was just blank. However the main reason he activated it, was because of the target locater installed on it. it acted like a motion and heat sensor all at once, using both elements to pinpoint possible threats and known allies with Red for hostiles and green for friendly's. However for the time being all targets would show up as yellow, meaning, undefined or neutral.

He glanced around... he thought he saw a short flash of yellow and purple when he looked up at a tree behind him... but it quickly vanished... he'd keep going an hope for the best...

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(A/N: Personally I didn't want to start off by him meeting the night elves first but they just seemed like the most convenient choice at the time... since they are more accepting of strange creatures then most, well... sorta... I mean they accepted the Worgen and Dranaei fair enough while others didn't)

Kalipso Nightingale and her team of Sentinels watched the strange human as he walked down the road towards... well... no where... except Orgrimmar, and if he was indeed headed that way, his life would be short lived...

"Pst!" Hissed a Night Elf from a tree branch across from Kalipso, "What's the deal with this human?"

"I don't know... we discovered him this morning but from the looks of it, he's not from Stormwind or Lordaron..." Kalipso used her keen elven sight to distinguish his weaponry which looked like a fancy musket or blunderbuss... at least she assumed they were some sort of firearm... she also noticed his clothing and armor were not of this world...

"Should we keep tracking him? Or confront him?" asked the same Archer.

"I think it would be stupid to let a human wander to his death at Orgrimmar, are we heartless? No!" said a Druid of the Claw.

"Maybe he's one of those, death or glory types? Maybe he's going off to die in a glorious battle?" suggested a Huntress.

"No... Humans are not so hell bent on the whole death or glory thing such as the Orcs... but if his clothing and weapons suggest anything, he is not of this world... perhaps he doesn't even know where he is going?" replied a Druid of the Talon.

"That... is a possibility..." mussed Kalipso

"Aie!" hissed the Druid of the Talon in a hushed tone...

"What?" Kalipso asked

"I think he just saw me!"

"What makes you say that?"

Then they heard a male voice coming from their target. "Come out now, whoever you are! I just want directions, and information! I have no quarrel with you, but if you insist on hiding I will open fire!"

"That..." sighed the Druid...

"What do we do?" asked the Archer.

"We go down and talk to him... makes no sense fighting him anyways, Humans are supposed to be on our side right?" decided Kalipso and lead her team down towards the Human, all five of them emerging at the same time... once the human saw them, you could say his face turned from anger and menacing to a more... WTF face...

Finally Kalipso reached the Human who still held his gun, pointed at her... "Human, what are you doing here? This road leads to Orgrimmar and I'm sure you don't want to go there..." she said in common, which translated to English fairly well...

"Orgrimmar?" the human asked "What's that?"

This time it was Kalipso and her party's turn to look at him in awe. "You're... kidding right?"

"No..." the human shook his head violently "And what's more what the hell are you!?" he exclaimed "I've seen some fucked up shit in my time but... no offence, you sure take the lead in strange things for the time being..."

"Are you daft or something?" asked the Druid of the Claw.

"Did you come here to insult me?" he asked "Hellooooo! I'm holding a fully automatic gun to your faces! All I know, is that I was sent here via accident and have no clue on how to get back home!"

"And where do you come from?"

"Canada!"

"Ca-da-da?" Kalipso asked

"Can-A-Da!"

"Canada?"

"Yes"

"Where's Canada?"

"Well, this confirms my fear, I'm not on earth anymore huh?" she human cringed as Kalipso cocked her head.

"What's Earth?"

"I'll take that... as a yes..." said the Human...

Suddenly a loud roaring sound was heard off the opposite side of the road... Kalipso groaned and the Human changed targets, aiming into the wilderness...

"Great... the Local Furblogs seem to be close... sounds like they've caught our scent." She said

"Furblogs?" asked the human.

"Those" answered the Druid of the Claw and pointed to a large group of 20 furblogs making their way out of the thick foliage towards them.

"Holy shit! Bear people!? What bullshit are you kidding me!? Ugh! Next thing your gonna tell me is that Trolls, Orcs, Dwarves and fucking werewolves exist!" after the human said that, he received a humorous glance from Kalipso. "Oh you gotta be fucking kidding me..." the human groaned, noticing her face.

"Ok, get ready!" said Kalipso "I want a roar cast as soon as they reach us to boost attack power, use fairy fire to lower their protection and you girls, pinpoint their weak spots!"

She noticed the Human raise an eyebrow and shrug... he pulled back the pin of one of his guns and aimed it at the Furblogs... he pulled the trigger and burst after burst of lead ripped through most of the Furblogs killing 12 of them before they reached the Night elves and Human... the human pulled out a smaller gun, taking slow precise shots, 6 more furblogs fell with holes in their heads... they last two furblogs went into a rage and attacked the human who pulled out a short rifle and loaded one bullet into the gun and fired a buckshot at the furblogs, one of them being shredded by the spread shot... the last one reached the human, who with all his strength slammed the butt of his shotgun across the furblog's face, creating the sound of cracking bone with a metallic *whack*and it fell to the floor... the human aimed his pistol at the furblog's head and *bang* a round clean through his head.

He looked back at the Night elves who were standing there with jaws open... the human kicked the furblog as he stepped towards them.

"Now then, if yer done playing with the wild life, might I actually get some answers!?" he asked

"S-sure..." said Kalipso, brushing her long green hair behind her head... "C-come with us to our camp, there we can find others of your kind..."

"Humans? About damned time..." he sighed "The name's Ryan Ramirez" he then sighed and muttered "fuck alliteration... by the way, nice to meet you, miss?"

"Kalipso, Kalipso Nightingale... Night Elf Sentinel serving under Tyrande Whisperwind.

"Well then, well met Miss Nightingale... now then... I will follow you... but just so were on for the record... my compliance to come with you, doesn't mean that I exactly trust you... once we get to this camp of yours... I will see what's what and make my final decision then... now, lead on..."