Multiversal Snippets

[Off-Worlder]

'We need to leave. Send out a signal to the UNSC. Hell, anyone we know. Staying on an uncharted world spelled all sorts of problems for us. It could eventually lead to the revelation of where we're from.' Apex said in Lucas's mind, and he agreed.

He did NOT want to find out what happens if a foreign power got a hold of his tech, or that he wasn't from this world. He asked more questions about the planet and soaked up everything he could about it before taking a bit of supplies then leaving. A part of him wanted to stay and help these people rebuild their little settlement but he couldn't trust even one of them not to report him to this Atlas if they got the chance.

He didn't know about this world one bit but he would learn quickly like everything else he mastered. If he could then he'd send signals and hope a UNSC ship could pick him up. There must be a reason as to why he's stuck on this rock rather than be in the afterlife or being a smoldering, burnt corpse on Reach waiting to be found by the UNSC and brought back to his currently pregnant wife.

If he was alive and not a shriveled up corpse on Reach then it meant he could continue to fight.

The most he took from these people was a faded-red hooded capelet with a spider clasp and a spiderweb motif that covered him from the neck to the waist, a map, some food and drink to last him a few days, a belt pouch full of lien (Remnant's currency, apparently) from the mayor, and their thanks for saving them. He didn't need praise for saving innocents. No, what he needed was to get back to the UNSC so they could get him back in the fight against the Covenant, and to get back to Nemuri.

He just didn't know how long it would take before he was found on this uncharted planet.

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It had been a while, two years since he first arrived here in Remnant and there was still nothing but hope of getting off this world in his heart. That was all he could do at this point, give them a little hope.

He had been busy. Travelling across the land, killing Grimm, bandits, and less than savory individuals who targeted either him or civilians. He didn't know he'd built up quite the reputation for some frontier towns in the four Kingdoms.

If anything, he was more of a local legend within the frontier. A masked man who wore a faded capelet and did his deeds before leaving shortly, often taking a reward that sometimes consisted only of lien and supplies. Some heard him talk while others didn't get the chance to. Some didn't want to even hear him utter a single word.

Inhabitants from the settlements speculated about him. Where did he come from? Who was he? WHAT was he? Was he some sort of government experiment?

No one knew. All they knew was that he traveled a lot and never stopped to make it hard to pinpoint where he would end up next. Silence was what they knew him for. Well, that and a gaze that seemed to make even some of the most veteran Huntsmen shiver. A gaze that many would associate to that of an apex predator before it mauled its prey.

Despite it all though, Lucas is only a man who wanted to leave this planet sooner than later. He didn't have much of a preference in regards to places he'd go to; some places suited him better than others but beggars couldn't be choosers. His capelet made it easier for him to make his would-be captors assume that it would hinder his maneuverability a bit. He was always thinking too. Planning the next move, the next way of getting to the location, and the time it would take.

Sometimes he crossed paths with various Huntsmen and Huntresses during his time here, and most of them didn't see eye to eye with him. He didn't care. It was always him who turned out to be the bigger person when push came to shove. Some of them were nothing but pathetic braggards who lose the fight within the first 7 seconds like the middle-aged redhead he killed some days ago, who claimed to be the current patriarch of the Winchester family. Others had more bite than bark and it simply made him react as he was trained. Some he maimed, others he killed. All of it didn't matter. Izuku, Peter and Master Chief had a hand in his training, and they trained him to never drop his guard for even a millisecond. It often served in his favor when he could use that against them and that gave him opportunities to initiate a quick and brutal elimination.