Multiversal Snippets

[Off-Worlder]

In some regions he was known as a masked demon wearing a capelet that scared some people. To most he was a local legend that went around taking out any threat then leaving shortly after. Settling down in one place didn't sit right with him, hence he was always moving. The longest he's stayed somewhere was either a week at least or a month at most, and that's usually if he was lost and needed information. Certain places he avoided like a plague. The city of Atlas, the academies, and other major places where he'd stick out like a sore thumb.

Staying away from those crowded places and always staying in the outskirts helped in his survival. Someone had to keep an eye on the outer settlements. He was only one man and couldn't save every single settlement nor every person, it seemed more efficient than going to any of Remnant's academies and dealing with whatever problems they have. At best they tried to recruit him. At worst they'll try to capture him and force him to relinquish his possessions.

Shaking his head of these thoughts, he sent another signal to any UNSC vessel that could possibly be patrolling then began to start walking in a random direction. Vacuo was one of those desert regions that often held the kind of people that anyone would consider to be "scumbags". Raiders in this region are apparently more violent compared to the ones back in Mistral.

It didn't matter; they all fell eventually.

His last several months here, he'd been busy quietly bringing down a violent syndicate within the continent. It took him about three weeks in a month to find out their influence and gather the intel he needed to bring them down, and the next five going around bringing it down without putting civilians in the way. They knew about him, they knew whenever he struck because whenever he had attacked, there was nothing left. No bodies in their complexes or camps, no way to tell where he came from nor how he got there. Just... an empty camp with nothing left. Entire camps gone in a single night. Sometimes they were all missing, their supplies ransacked in the process; other times their corpses were displayed in a gory fashion, with the leader strung up in a Blood Eagle. By the time they realized what he was, it would already be too late. He had practically erased their presence from the city and surrounding settlements. The government seemed to have trouble finding him also, whenever they caught wind of him he'd usually be already gone.

Lucas found it funny that they still couldn't catch him when he didn't even have any vehicle other than the ships he attached himself on when in Symbiote mode.

Vacuo was just another continent that he didn't seem to care much about. The inhabitants were interesting and he'd say that much but nothing really struck him too impressed. He left when a squad of military personnel had trailed him. While they did manage to surround him with their numbers, he'd usually end up killing a healthy portion of them when they fired a shot at him.

The same thing happened in Atlas a year after his arrival; killing an entire platoon for trying to capture him and from that point on, he kept himself even more hidden in the wild than before. He learned that in order to actually survive in that kingdom that he needed to be more careful than before. Though they did have some interesting concepts of technology, it was nothing he hasn't seen before.

As he'd done countless times, he hitched a ride on a ship and traveled to the next continent, which it turned out to be Vale. It's been a while since he's actually been here, usually the ships he catches a ride on lead him to the other three kingdoms. It had been over two and a half years since he's actually been there and this had been his most preferred continent. It held the right temperature that he was comfortable roaming in and had an interesting mix of people from the other three kingdoms. Mistral was the only other kingdom that he preferred to travel in but the other two didn't strike him too impressed.

The protests within this kingdom seemed more frequent this time around. Some weren't as bad as others but they all held the same message screaming 'We want rights!'. Didn't they realize that there could be protests in more appropriate places? Not in the middle of streets where people needed to get to places or an ambulance needed to pass by. Whatever, he didn't care about racism nor did he ever attempt to care. He was simply unfeeling towards it, like a drop of rain that seemed to pass off his back like anything else.