~ The Story Will Be Going Through Out Different Areas, But The First Few Chapters Will Take Place Within The City For Now And Also It'll Be Giving You A Description Of Their Color And Armor Variant For When The First Speak, But After That It Won't Show Unless Need Be And You Can Look Up The Armor Types If You Want A More Visual Look Of What They Look Like Hopefully This Is Written The Way I See Other Stories, But Enjoy The 1st Chapter Of Dark Matter And A New Update Will Be Most Likely Within The Week ~

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Dark Matter

- Year - Unknown December 12, 2:10 P.M. -

- Planet: Gaia, City: Barbosa -

- Zone 2A, Market District, 40 minutes before infection occurred -

- Viewpoint: Mercenaries Phoenix And Tundra -

- Gender/Height (In Order As Shown By Name Above): Male 6'7 and Male 5'9 -

"Why me...would you just pick one already Tundra, we have more important matters to attend to and we really don't have time to waste and my patience is running VERY thin right now." Phoenix said with in a near threatening growl.

"Now now, Phoenix, what's the hurry, it's not like they'll be going anywhere and we've still go plenty of time before the place opens up so relax big guy." Responding in a humorous mundane tone, completely oblivious to his angered tone.

"Tundra," in a low deep angered manner, "Get your shit picked within. . . .the next 15 seconds or I'm dragging you to the auction house whether you like it or not."

Tundra bent down and went into a small fit of laughter, not even taking Phoenix seriously over a threat about hurrying along to pick the equipment

"Pfff, Yeah Right," Tundra, casually waved him off and continued browsing the ammo shelf for different types of sniper bullets, but Phoenix wasn't having it this
time he didn't even wait the given 15 seconds he warned him, Phoenix moved in with swift speed behind Tundra putting both arms under Tundra's hoisting him up into air, bending backwards, suplexing, Tundra into the ground. Phoenix picked him self up off the ground, dusting the small concrete pieces off his armor, then grabbed Tundra by the back of his armor and began dragging Tundra out of the Market District towards the Auction house the store owners, customers, and security all stood in shock or in silence as to altercation that just occurred between two the spartans ending up with the spartan in the black and green ORBITAL armor being dragged by the taller black and orange spartan in FOTUS armor.

"I warned you, but you never listen, next time listen" Phoenix said, as if Tundra was conscious, which unknown to Phoenix, he wasn't.

Phoenix was a usual always on-time and patient person, but when it came down to his annoying, talkative, bashful partner, Tundra, sometimes his harden composure just couldn't always keep his cool with Tundra around. The only real reason he still dealt with Tundra around him was because he was the best at what he does when they would go on another bounty hunt for highly wanted rebel leaders, or a casual escort job which would either have them watching cargo or moving people to exotic creatures, whether they were a kidnapped or sold, they mainly just accepted the job they were hired to do and near always did it without question, the only concern they had was how much they would get paid. Though when they did receive the money, Tundra would take a 'UNGODLY' amount of time, as Phoenix called it, towards what equipment would be needed for the next mission, but this time Phoenix wanted to use a portion that money, from their latest escort mission, towards a buy into a new armor set at the auction house that he had his eyes set on for a while now, and now without any other interruptions, they now were making their way to the auction house.


- Year - Unknown December 12, 2:35 P.M. -

- Planet: Gaia, City: Barbosa -

- Zone 2A, Auction House, 15 minutes before infection occurred -

- Viewpoint: Brass, Razor, And Jet -

- Gender/Height (In Order As Shown By Name Above): Male 6'3, Female 6'0 , And Female 5'8 -

"What in the blood hound's hell is the damn hold up!" Brass, spartan in white and blue WARRIOR armor, exclaimed in an annoyed tone.

"Who knows, but I do find it a bit odd and compelling that the auction house isn't open and bustling with a various amount of people that ha-," Jet, in orange and black ENGINEER armor was saying until interrupted mid-sentence.

"Oh can your damn yapping mouth Jet, I really don't want to put up with your intellectual bullshit right now, so do me a favor both of you, and keep quiet i don't
need your mouths running also with these other people around us already talking loud enough, got it?!"Razor, in yellow and black STRIDER armor, spat out annoyed by the fact, besides having to deal with Jet and Brass complaining, she hated being in the market district, let alone being in the auction house around crowds of people which was uncomfortable for her being around so many unknown people to which she didn't know if they where friendly or hostile.

"Look, yes Jet i find it odd myself that the auction house hasn't opened yet, even though I barley find myself coming around this place unless important, but right now I wou-," before Razor herself could finish her sentence, she instantly clenched her hands into tightly balled fist, had her hands been not covered in armor, her knuckles would have shown bare white, and turned her attention to the screeching noise of metal on metal coming closer near the her group, having to find out that the source of the painful metal screeching sound is a spartan, much taller then Brass who stood a good three inches higher then her, was dragging another spartan, as if he where paper, and moving through the crowd towards the front of the auction house gates, to which they were also standing near the gates themselves, Razor decided to turn away, trying to the best of her ability not to go shot him in the face right then and there, and went on to then to find a calm state of mind, but then things. . . .went from mildly peaceful, into a state of confused mess and chaos, Brass's voice of warning "Look Out Ra-" was only heard for a split second until something hard rammed right into her back sending her flying right into the auction house gates.


- Year - Unknown December 12, 2:45 P.M. -

- Planet: Gaia, City: Barbosa -

- Zone 2A, Market District, 5 minutes before infection occurred -

- Viewpoint: Mercenaries Phoenix And Tundra -

- Gender/Height (In Order As Shown By Name Above): Male 6'7 and Male 5'9 -

"WAKE THE HELL UP!" Phoenix yelled while tossing his partner unconscious through the front of the crowd coming into contact with 3 others, sending the now flying group, into the auction house gates with a thunderous crash and dust building up, from one person who didn't make it all the way towards the gate but skid towards it mid-flight, everything and everyone was eerily quiet, Phoenix himself was a little startled from what he did not by the fact that he threw Tundra, but only by the he didn't mean to also have his body go fly into other people and off with him, Even with that thought movement was heard and it caught everyone's attention and then coughing, and finally much all to familiar to Phoenix, It was Tundra.

"What in the hell?" said Tundra as he started to pick himself up "Why in he-" he was immediately cut off with something grabbing his throat, he grabs at it to see a arm and he looks down to see a another spartan and female by the looks of it, possibly mercenary as well, in yellow and black color STRIDER armor he tries to speak but only feels the death like grip on his throat tighten even more and then she begins to get up while still holding his neck and says "NowI REALLY tried very. . . very hard not to let my ANGER get the best of me today, and spartans are never suppose show emotion but now. . . .now it seems that's impossible to do so. . . .," she didn't finish her sentence she just stood there and let her grip loosen a little which allowed him to speak, which he said,

"S..so what?" in still stranded manner by her grip still in firmly around his neck.

She pulled him slowly toward her, now fully standing, nearly to were both their helmets where touching and spoke with a loud furious anger as she tossed him back towards Phoenix, which he simply moved out of the way and let Tundra go flying behind him.

"WHY DON'T WE GIVE THESE KIND WAITING PEOPLE A FUCKING SHOW WHILE RELEASING ALL OF THAT ANGER HUH!" She yelled as everyone began to move back, only Phoenix and Tundra, who recovered mid-air, stood their ground, The other 2 people near stood at the ready, which they also got themselves up during the small scuffle, and now both groups stood silently staring each other down through there visors, until a giant sonic boom was heard above them and a large hurling fire ball, the size of a caterpillar dump truck, was descending down towards them at an incredible speed, everyone one in the area begin to scramble, running as fast as they can to avoid what looks to be a certain impending death to those that stayed, both groups took one last glare at each other with Razor saying "We'll deal with you pathetic excuse for spartans another time," and began to leave quickly in opposite directions Razor's group to the left of the auction house, leaving Phoenix and Tundra moving to the right side with haste, with a roaring burst the meteor crashed landed into a storage warehouse, not far from the auction house itself, then all hell broke lose, from inhumane screeching roars. . . . .


~ Well I Kind Feel Like The Ending Was Kinda Left With A Mediocre Epic "Bleh", But Fear Not, I Promise To Do Better For My First Story And Hopefully Improve My Writing Style Along The Way, More Chapters To Come Soon! And Look Out For My Other Stories, And Any Useful Praise/Criticism Would Be Much Appreciated Enjoy Your Day! ~