Division2 Stories

Basically, this is a story about if Ratchet and Clank were suddenly stuck in the universe of the video games the Division and the Division 2. Don't judge

(A spin-off of my Division 2 X Steven Universe fanfic, Gems of D.C.) Set during the events of Gems Of D.C., Division agent Jax Rivers wanders throughout the remains of Washington D.C. in search of Rogue Agents that are following the footsteps of a dangerous Rogue Agent, Aaron Keener. During his travels, he earns aid from some special allies.

La division entre deux camps au seins d'une communauté vécu par une fille.

Une explosion a lieu au poste d'avant garde ou était Maxime,Jordan et Valentin(Vodk) Maxime est gravement blessé a la jambe. Les Hyènes ne sont pas loin... Description un peu nul venait lire pour en savoir plus ; )

Tomoya Park, code name Wyvern is a survivor. Not just any survivor, but a division first wave survivor of New York City. Sole survivor of his battalion, he has witnessed first hand the true nature of humans. He has witnessed wicked crimes committed by the living. He's seen the old get killed for their belongings, children sacrificed by their parents, and soldiers, even his own team betray and kill one another. Not able to bear it any more, Tomoya vows to end this evil no matter the cost. So he starts to kill those who he deems worthy of extermination. Now he has made his way to DC to continue his quest. I in no way own the Division or Division 2 or this logo. All charterers in this story are mine as well as the plot however there are things like gadgets and references that come from the division series which I have no claim to.

This story comes from a real encounter - not on the decaying streets of Washington, D.C., but in the grim, chaotic universe of Tom Clancy's The Division 2. At some point, I crossed paths with another player who was somehow different. No words, no mission - yet he was always by my side. Every time I went down, he was the first to revive me. He protected me, had my back, and fought with a calm, composed demeanor that both impressed and intrigued me. Today, our paths cross regularly, and he inspired me to write this story. I hope many more hours are ahead of us - shoulder to shoulder, mission by mission.

You are Y/N "Radar" Price, brother of Teagan "Tails" Price and Harper "Heads" Price. After you and your sisters meet a grim end at camp white oak, the three of you wake up in a world without the division or the black tusk, but rather humanoid sea life. (A/N: There will be mild swearing in the prologue)