What If The Constructs Turned Into Animals?

What if the Constructs turned into animals?

Part 1/?

¬ Proof read, not beta read

How this all started could have been a creative idea from Asimov. Because, why not?

Maybe he watched Lassie or something that triggered the idea. Hence, made a really convincing proposal on making animal constructs.

Even if Nikola says no, Asimov still does it anyway. He uses his spare time to make frame prototypes.

The idea is to take the contruct's conscious and reinstall it to the animal frame. So the animal contructs can operate with human intelligence. Simple as that.

He (Asimov) has candidates in mind. He doesn't tell the SKK/You about the project it was just, "Commandant of Grey Raven, may I borrow your team for a while?"

“hm? What is this about?" you asked

"it's nothing... Tell your team to meet me in my office."

You didn't say no, so... That means he can use your contructs as he pleases.

Lmao, if you forgot to tell your team about the arrangement, imagine the speakers be like, "Grey Raven Squard, Grey Raven Squard. To the Science council's office." like they are in trouble of something.

to be continued....

*SPOILERS FOR CAMU'S INTERDULES*

Hear me out.

What if... Camu was never subjected to the Punishing Virus x Serum experiment?

Would he not have become a construct? Or he would be a normal construct instead of a Transcendant?

I mean... AUs exist for a reason :)

World War Z!Camu Au

A Drive and the Beach

¬ not beta read

Watanabe x Commandant/Reader

Summary:

Separated from your constructs during a mission, you could only call Babylonia for help. As a space craft was sent to pick you up, you also bumped into Watanabe who offered to assist you.

Maybe after a road trip journey, it made you realised, under hard metal frame, lies a soft temperament.

Tags: fluff, long one shot, potential spoilers for affection lvl, reader was born in Babylonia, I tried to write Watanabe like a boomer ;w;

The scorching heat from the sun was certainly unforgiving. Your support construct, Liv, would have made repeated reminders for you to drink more fluids and apply sufficient amount of sunscreen in every few hours. This time around though, you had never wish to not to hear Liv nag about you getting a potential sunburn.

The communication screen popped up from your communication device. The holographic screen projected a map in front of you. A red dot was blinking at an empty area. Indicating, the pick up point for the Space shuttle you had requested.

You went still, comprehending the map and plan that Babylonia had arranged. When you finally came to your senses, you let out a frustrated sigh, “Are you kidding me?”

You were a long way away from the pick up location.

An emergency retreat signal was sent to your constructs' inner devices, telling them the coordinates to get to the space craft.

As of right now, the best option was to keep moving forward.

*****

Walking along the dusty grounds, you couldn't help but to reminisced what had happened; a careless mistake. You should have scan the area more thoroughly before moving forward.

Unknown to you, a huge corrupted ambushed your team; made from clustering a number of smaller corrupted together. The situation was chaotic and the next thing you knew, you got out of range and got lost.

You shook your head slightly, to make yourself stop reminiscing and told yourself to look for a place to shield from the sun.

Walking for a long while, you saw signs of infrastructure ahead. Approaching, what seems to be, a dilapidated factory, you injected yourself another bottle of serum just in case.

Taking each step with caution, you navigate your way around the area. It felt eerily quiet as you went further in until you heard a faint scraping noises.

Curious, you followed the sound, waiving your way through the pipes and tubes. You knew you were close by how the sound became a little clearer.

Then, you heard someone talking. Their voice sounded awfully familiar. Peering to an semi opened area, you noticed a figure was kneeling on the ground. He wore a familar brown coat and bore his signature set of grey hair.

You were surprised to see Watanabe alone.

Although, you don't know what was he doing, you felt a little relief to see someone you were acquainted with.

The construct soon stopped what he was doing. He stood up, in a blink on eye, he was standing right next to you.

The sound of electric crackling brought your attention towards the back. You turned our head around to see that a corrupted was about to land an attack on you.

Watanabe's machete had impaled right at it's head, stopping the machine to coming any closer.

"You should be a lot more careful," Watanabe said as he retracted his blade. The red lights faded from the corrupted's eyes, and it fell to the ground.

"What are you doing in a place like this, Commandant of Grey Raven. Where are your constructs?" he crossed his arms.

"We got separated and I had called for a Space shuttle to come pick us up." you said.

Watanabe listened and lifted his head to look at the surroundings. As an experienced aircraft pilot, he spoke," this area is not the optimal place for an air craft to land... The infrastructure could be damaged due to the impact from landing. Who knows what type of corrupted would be hiding in these power plants. The terrains here also doesn't make landing ideal." he signed," where on earth did you requested them to land?"

You could only look at Watanabe with a complicated expression. Instead of words, you showed him the map with the red dot.

"... And how exactly are you going to get there? By foot?" Watanabe questioned.

You didn't answer. It felt a little embrassing to admit walking was your plan. Even though, you had no choice.

The silence made it clear to Watanabe. He was in thought. It would be easy to have just leave you alone and mind his own business. After all, he doesn't owe you a favour.

But, leaving you here wasn't a good idea either. And, he wondered, if helping you out could score him another negotiation point for the near future.

Contemplating for a while, he made his decision.

"Well," you broke the silence, "it would be better if there's a bike or something nearby." you tried to jest, "But, I don't really have much of a choice."

Watanabe nodded.

"Actually, I think I saw an old car nearby. If I can start the engine, I can get you there by... Around night time?"

You were surprised by his unspoken offer. He might not say it out loud, but you knew he wanted to help.

"Follow me" he said and you obligated.

It didn't take long for the construct to find the vehicle. A red van, designed to look like an old model of the golden age. It would have look really classic and vintage in your eyes, if it wasn't for the accumulated sand and dust.

"It would be great if you could help me wipe the windows," Watanabe ordered. He lifted the roof of the car and inspected the engine. There were a little bit of sand in between the gears, but it was still in good condition.

Meanwhile, you took off your coat and began wiping the dust and sand away from the wind shield as well as the windows.

Fishing through his small pack, Watanabe moved on to the car door and took out a small trinket of tools.

He fiddled with the lock for a while and with a click, the door opened. He quickly got in the driver's seat and proceed to start the engine by holding the startup wires with both hands and carefully connected the metal ends together.

You watched Watanabe; giving it a few more tries, the vehicle suddenly rumble with life. For a brief moment, the construct turned to you and gave you a proud smirk. You smiled back at the success.

“Get in,” Watanabe said and you hurriedly went to the front seat.

Buckling up your seat belt, Watanabe pull the shift stick and stepped on the accelerator. The wheels turned as the car began to pick up speed. Moving it’s way along the dusty road.

*****

In the car, Watanabe had one hand on the steering wheel and another on the radio; fiddling with the buttons and dial. In hope, there might be some music to ease the awkwardness.

For Watanabe, he felt the nostalgia of his youth.

You, on the other hand, was a little confused over the buttons and the rotating dials.

“Never seen one of these before, huh?” Watanabe asked.

“Not really.” you replied.

Hearing this, Watanabe chuckled, “… I guess you're not familiar with models like these... what are the latest car models in Babylonia?” he asked.

“…I think it's the BWX-00...25 or 28? I only heard about it from others but, … the models nowadays are not as complicated as this... ”

“… …” Watanabe seeming to look a little troubled with a thought. However, he didn’t continue pressing about the topic.

The conversation ended as the awkwardness quickly settled between you both, and it panned out through the rest of the car ride.

To pass the time, you had taken interest in the scenery. Scenery, that you only saw in books when you were a child.

You also noticed, from time to time, Watanabe would take glances at you. You suspected he wanted to tell you something. However, knowing this fact didn't make you take the first initiative for small talk.

As the silence engulf both of you, Watanabe began to ask questions. Questions of the mundane nature such as:

"Do you have a favourite food?"

"What are your interest?"

"What would you want to be of you didn't join the military."

"How are the people living in Babylonia?"

You reply back out of courtesy. After all, Watanabe went out of his way to help you.

At first, you held your guard up around him. That was because of the stunt he pulled with Liv and that box of mint. You haven't really forgot about that.

However as time pass, you find yourself gradually became more relaxed around Watanabe.

The more he asked, the more willing you were to answer.

Thinking to himself for a moment, Watanabe then said, “ You are from Babylonia, right?”

“…Wait, what do you mean by that?” you questioned him.

“You’re not from earth, like I am. Correct?” Watanabe said as he maneuvers the car to a highway.

There, the ride became less bumpy.

You eyed the construct next to you, wondering was there any ulterior motives for asking such a question.

"how do you know?" you asked back.

"It's not hard to guess. You answer like a person who lives in Babylonia for their whole life. "

Thinking long and hard, you concluded there was no harm in answering his question. What would he do with this piece of information anyway?

Letting out a sigh, you answered, “I was born in Babylonia… but if you are wondering, I do know a thing or two about Earth.” you felt like putting that out there just in case.

Watanabe didn't reply immediately.

You weren’t sure how to respond to his silent. So you continued, “… Earth is not bad. Very scenic... I guess, that might be a reason why you are staying here.” You added.

A bitter chuckle left Watanabe’s lips, “There are many scenic places on earth that Babylonia can’t mimic. My reason to stay… it’s a complicated matter…” His voice slowly trailed away.

However, he continued, “I once wanted to go to Babylonia... But... The Oasis, is more like my style,” there was a hint of gentle sincerity in his voice.

You know he didn't want to go down a certain topic. Hence, you decided to let him dwell in his own and continued to look out the window. Light was gradually fading and the temperature was getting cooler by the minute; something you didn’t expected.

The sudden contrast in climate was a phenomena you never really experienced. Temperatures are always regulated in the Space Colony. They do mimic the seasons but it was never unpredictable and deceiving as Earth.

“Commandant of Grey Raven…” Watanabe spoke again. This time he turned on the head lights. Your attention quickly reverted back to the present and noticed how much darker it became.

“… Is there a place where you would like to see on earth?” the question felt as if it came out of no where. For you, that topic never occurred to your mind. Winning the war for humanity was always the thing you prioritise. Hence, Babylonia comes first.

However, Watanabe’s questions made you think hard to yourself. You didn’t feel suspicious when he asked that. There were no hints of deceive nor malice in his voice. But rather, genuine and curious.

In fact, through out the whole car ride, Watanabe felt… likeable. Despite him, seeming enjoy talking about old fashioned topics.

"A place on earth… let's see... ” you stalled while looking out the window. By then the sky had already turned dark blue. It was dark but you were still able to make out repetitive movements that splashes against each other.

You never thought of see it with your own eyes.

“wait, is that... ?!” you said.

It surprised Watanabe and quickly, pulled the car over.

Without a word, you took off your seatbelt and got out. The construct quickly followed, wondering what on earth were you doing.

Picking up your pace, you came to the edge of the highway and looked out at the horizon. The sea breeze was gently kissing your cheeks as you look out.

You never knew you were driving this close to the ocean.

Watanabe quietly approached you and looked out into the horizon as well. Both stood in silence before you said in a small voice, “… This is the first time I ever saw a real beach…”

Watanabe remain quiet.

Looking down at your feet, you kneel down and gently touched the sand. It felt a little rougher than you thought, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Running the sand through your fingers for a while, you had enough courage to take off your shoes and made your way towards the water.

As the waves crash against your feet, the cool sensation gave you goosebumps. It feels similar but different than of Babylonia’s.

Watanabe watched as you began to fool around the water, like a small child. You had seem to forgot your duties as a commandant; and was enjoying the moment of surprise and discovery.

Instead of scolding you for wasting time playing with water, the old construct let you. He find joy in watching you act like a child, and was amused by your reaction as from the new generation.

He watched as you curiously took in everything. The sound, the smell, the feeling of the waves, how the natural sand feels between your toes.

BEEP BEEP BEEP… … BEEP BEEP BEEP… …

You stopped when you heard your communication device rang.

The lights from your wristband lit up, flashing to tell you there was an incoming call. Quickly, your posture changed; turning back to a commandant and you took the call.

The communication channel opened and the sound was static, but nevertheless, you can see the image of Lee as well as Liv and Luica who were standing behind him.

“Com…Mandant…” Lee spoke.

“Yes?”

“Tha-nk goodness, the channel wor-ked” Lee muttered under his breath, “ Are you alrigh-t? We have arrived at the p-ick u-p lo-ca-tion as instructed.”

“I am glad you are all save! Right now I am with Watanabe, and I am on my way.” you replied.

“That-‘s a re— lief to h-ear,” Lucia said, “ Wa-tan-abe isn’t causing you any tr-ouble, Commandant?”

You shook your head, “I am fine. Watanabe is here to help. I’ll be there soon!”

“Good. The co-nection can't hold on for long. We have to e-nd the call here. So, t-ake care, Comman-dant” Lee said.

You nodded and bid your farewell. You shuted off the communication channel and looked at Watanabe, who, was waiting by the car. Putting your shoes on, you jog your way back to the car. You had a feeling he would scold you for your unprofessionalism. Embarrassed, you apologised, “Sorry, about that... and to making you wait…”

The construct waved to gesture he was fine with it, “No worries...The Grey Ravens must be worried. Let’s get going," his voice had return to the usual sternness. But this time, you didn't feel intimated as you first had encountered him.

You buckle your seat belt on, and waited for the construct to get settled. You said, "by the way, thank you for letting me spend time with the beach." there was paused, "... you're not so bad after all," your voice went quiet at the last sentence. You gave a playful smile.

Hearing that, the construct couldn't help but gave a chuckle, "you are welcome, Commandant."

Without wasting any more time, the car sped through the highway into the night.

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Author's notes

First pgr fanfic... I tried. I really did.

This is low-key pushing it to affection lvl 3, lmao.

© Punishing-Eden

About This blog

Hi, I am Lyeca! I am here with a self Indulgent blog, mainly dedicated to the game PGR!

I am a causal player on global so my progress in the main story can be a bit slow. Though, ironically , I sometimes expose myself to the CN updates (but not that often!! 😅😅)

Anyway, the main purpose for making this blog is to just unleash some of my Brainrots and creativity, as well for fun.

So, let's go!!

Yes u are big boi kamui

May I request something? Lately I feel burnout and somehow lost motivation to do things after lost my relatives and teacher in life, so I need PGR characters to console or give me advice about that(ecspecially Chrome, sorry for being a burden). Thank you and I hope this account will grow bigger than ever ☺️

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COMMUNICATION REQUEST: Chrome

Accept? ▼

Strike Hawk: Chrome to Grey Raven: Commandant dedicated channel - ██████████████████ 100% OPEN

▼

Commandant of Grey Raven,

I have received your message well.

I am coming to you, firstly as the leader, to express my deepest gratitude for your support and assistance to the Strike Hawk team.

Secondly, Commandant, as of late, I have not heard of you, active, for a while, and that got me worried. But, to receive a message from you I was beyond relief, and so was Kamui.

In fact, I am happy you seek me for assistance, and you are never a burden to me, Commandant.

Reading your message, I could only express my condolences for your loss, Commandant. I understand that it must be hard for you, hence, not hearing much from you for a while is reasonable.

If I may also point out, the lack of motivation, perhaps, you are experiencing an extended period of grief ?

Ah! Please, forgive me if I am getting ahead of myself.

Unlike humans, constructs might not be able to understand the complex emotions and feelings that humans do in a flexible way. But, we do understand the extent of how you feel.

I think it is natural for humans to express sadness. From my experience from witnessing others, keeping it all inside doesn't seem optimal, and I fear you would commit the same painful mistakes, Commandant.

If it comes in a form of vent, a release of emotions, or even just wanting company around, I will gladly be there for you. For, I want to stay by your side and to assist you to the fullest. It would be a huge shame to not have a great Commandant like you.

Even if I am not your construct like the Grey Ravens, I wish to be of use to you and support you. As, how you have supported and cared for us, Strike Hawk.

I don't mind waiting for you.

Please, Commandant. Your orders?

-Chrome

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COMMUNICATION ENDED...

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(( Hello, thank you for sending your message, and thank you for your encouraging kind words.

I am sorry that you are going through such a painful time. And, I completely understand how you feel.

It must be hard to lose your will to do things that you once love doing or just anything in general. This is usually linked with grief.

Please don't feel silly to feel this certain way. Grief is a tough emotion to go through. And, I think that you are still able to take the initiative to reach out for support proves that you are still standing strong. And, that's really impressive.

So, don't beat yourself up. Take as much time as you want and need to heal. As times goes, it will become less and less difficult. Like Chrome said, he will wait for you. :)

-Lyeca, Punishing-Eden ))