Nothing is owned by me but the Y/N character
Nier Automa is owned by Square Enix
Generation Zero is owned by Avalanche Studios
Horizon: Zero Dawn is owned by Guerrilla Games
Now, the major problem with being a guerrilla fighter makes it incredibly hard to get most manufactured goods because we are always moving around and the fact all my bases, or being truthful, a cramped space or a dusty barn, with a sleeping bag and some spare ammo along with some maps and canned food I have scavenged from what was left of the ancients. Most, if not all grown food I get is from those of the walls I trade for. Weather it be ammo I scavenge from the machines, or other components or even some of the weapons I find and scavenge, or I do a task that usually involves in the killing of a rouge member or the extermination of a group of machines that is to dangerous for them.
I don't really care what I have to do, as long as I get the supplies I need. Most of the time it's food or medical supplies, as it's obviously hard to make them with no real capacity to do so. Unfortunately getting inside the walls is a massive pain. Extremely extensive searches on the weapons to make sure they are unloaded and can't cause harm, the ammo is the correct type and amount. On top of that being under constant guard from guys with bows, or if I'm meeting someone much higher up in their somewhat impromptu "government", they will have armed guards with actual guns, which is odd seeing as they are afraid of the technology of the ancients.
Anyways, that leads me to where I am now. Some sort of royal guards coming to me and everyone stepping to the side to make room for them. Due to the fact they have armor plating, which I find odd due to the fact the ancient had stopped using it so long ago since bullets could do easily pierce armor like that, but due to the fact very few people here use guns, as I guess most are scrapped for parts and bows are the most prominent form of weaponry for them.
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(Royal Guard escort, also they are identified while talking by RG1 to RG3. Two have bows and one has an MP5)
RG1: Traveler, the High Council of Immoria is requesting your presence.
Y/N: Dude, I'm just here to grab the shit I need them I'm out. Unless you guys wanna be the ones taking my place in scouting around and trying figure out what the hell caused the machines to rise so I can at least try to reverse it then be my guest.
RG2: Traveler, the High Council will compensate you for your time as it is your expertise in fighting the machines that is needed.
Y/N: Alright, I'll bite. You got me interested in whatever the hell y'all need me for.
RG3: Very well traveler, come with us to the High Council. Please ask that you remain respectful of our leaders even if they have no authority over you.
Y/N: Yeah, yeah. Don't be stupid, don't talk unless talked to, etcetera etcetera. Just cause I'm rarely ever here doesn't mean I don't know how to deal with people, let's just get this over with.
And so a long walk ensues until we und up at some big building with those guards everywhere. The room we end up in is absolutely massive, now it may just be big for me considering I've only ever been in some barns, cramped shacks, and what was left of houses left by the ancients but it's still a pretty big room. Most notable is six pretty big and fancy chairs with an even larger and fancier one in the middle of the six so it has three to either side of it. Only problem is they are all empty, no one person is on the chairs, and the only people here is me, and around 20 of those Royal Guards, that wouldn't be so bad if they all had bows but 4 have MP5's, two have M590A1 shotguns, and the last 14 have HK416 assault rifles, aka that means I'm in a bad spot cause those are all guns I've brought in to be traded due to the decal I carve in at the very end of the barrel and stock to mark them.
So I just end up standing here waiting for about 10 minutes until some people finally enter and start sitting in the chairs. I would assume they are either nobles or some sort of leader of something. Eventually all six have sat down and look at me then at the central throne. After that a door from the right side opens and in steps four more guards in a square with a woman in armor and some sort of wolf-like creature enter.
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(PS she will be a love interest a bit later)
She moves to the central throne with the wolf laying to the right of the throne.
All Guards: All hail the revered queen of Immoria, Annie Imora!
All the guards bowed in unison and I did a small, respectful bow before standing up.
Annie: Welcome traveler, I require your help as it is understood you are and the rest of the guerrilla fighters are expert's in fighting the machines, correct?
Y/N: (sigh) I'm all that's left, we've been trying to get into bunkers and figure out what the hell started this, and see if we could at least limit the amount of machines created
Annie: I see, do you believe you are still capable of finishing the task?
Governor 1: My Queen, do you really believe he is capable?
Governor 2: I agree, it was to much for our elite squads, what could one person do alone.
Y/N: Look, with all due respect, you guys kinda suck at fighting. You don't use guns, let alone rocket launchers for the bigger machines.
Annie: And how are you so sure of this?
Y/N: Again, with all due respect, bows aren't going to be very effective against tanks or harvesters, hunters alone are a pain for most who are prepared, so just tell me what it is
Annie: Very well, but I ask that you bring along one of our best so she can train others?
Y/N: Just make sure she knows to not be stupid and to follow my orders, then we have a deal, alright?
Annie: Of course, her name is Aloy. She will be accompanying you on your expedition to some sort of building of the ancients made with concrete deep underground
Y/N: You mean a bunker? What could be down there?
Governor 3: From what we understand about technology of the ancients, it is some sort of device that holds information
Y/N: Sounds like a computer, probably holds something worth while, and if I had to guess I'd imagine it has a good amount of ammo, and quite a bit of ammo. I agree, when am I being sent in?
Annie: Well give you time prepare, so it will be tomorrow at midday
