-Author's Notes:

I'm Back!

Now This is a True Fan Fiction!

Be prepared for some major story re-writes to include the large canons of Halo, Mass Effect, and Star Wars. Sorry for being AFK this long, college has been a real bummer. I'll do my best to keep posting chapters.

Certain chapters are undergoing rewrites, and Chapter 6 is still in the works.

-Enjoy

Chapter 1: The Dawn of a Tale

The night was dark and damp in the skies of a certain city on a certain alien planet. The buildings were dark, drab, and a variant of Art Deco. From a faraway view, they looked simply like black silhouettes against the gray foggy night sky. In the further, just beyond the city, a tether lay, stretching into the firmament of the sky, linking heaven and earth in bold fashion. A thin wire pierced the fog and sky, like a spout, elevating terrestrial contents away from the earth. All throughout the fog, interspersed around the floating traffic that was flowing through it, neon glows of color consumed and illuminated spaces around the cars and buildings they emanated from. This created a dazzling light show, containing blurred orbs of color dancing around each other and around the dark towers of shadow. The only real color that night came from the neon lights glowing in the gray foggy sky. There was an ever persistent fog over this continent after two consecutive terraforming sessions. Luckily, the rain had stopped about an hour ago, however, it looked as though it was going to drizzle soon.

Organized city traffic could be seen hovering about twenty-five stories above on invisible magnetic planes, navigated by busy city dwellers inside their hovercraft. Different levels of invisible highway continued upward at intervals of about five stories from there. Around most of the cars, there was an ever thickening cloud of fog, which worsened as the elevation increased.

The hovercraft, which were still nicknamed cars by the human inhabitants, were made possible by advancement in superconductor technology. Advancement in metal alloy, and the better understanding of wind patterns, allowed buildings to reach unimaginable heights. However, these marvels of engineering, amazing to the novice eye, were just part of the background to the residents, and an eyesore for a certain, roaming blonde woman. On the surface, people went about their depressing day normally and without hesitation.

Amongst the light chaos of the city there was a small road littered with shops, merchants, and a crowd of people. It was one of the many flea market that litter the lower levels of the city. From food to budget electronics, nothing was safe from being sold.

The roaming blonde woman, who was of average height, was navigating the damp streets with a frantic look upon her pretty face. Along a street, on the fringes of the flea market there were several cylinders, about the height of an average person, and lined with neon lights and LED displays. Some were advertisements, and some were news broadcasts. The woman happened to pass a few on her way to the flea market.

"Hello, *static* unknown person, *static* are you a war vet? Are you sick of mistreatment from United Nations' Department of Veteran's Affairs? Have they delayed your timetable for synthetic or stem-cell limb replacement? Have no fear, the Sirta Medical Center, here in New Alexandria, respects your right to live normally. We have a wide range of medical professionals and technologies to rebuild or replace what you lost for a flat price." Said a robotic female voice emanating from the advert cylinder, whilst the LED displayed subtitles and images of limbless and horribly burned individuals, and finally a view of the stark white Medical Center.

"Breaking news today! This is Emily Wong, reporting live. The Insurgency of Allied Colonies launched a terrorist attack against a United Nations dry dock just an hour ago. They have captured the dock on just outside the city of Princeford, on the Planet of Terra Nova, in the Asgard System. This is the third in a recent series of attacks centered around UN military installations, destabilizing the Exodus region even further." Said an asian female in her mid thirties displayed on the screen of the next nearest cylinder, subtitles also included.

"Hey you! Yeah you! *Static* Name unknown *static* I dare you to try out this brand new…" Said an aggressive male voice from another cylinder, promoting a new athletic stimulant.

The blonde woman ignored the cylinders and their annoyances. She walked fast, as they only activated in a person's presence. Entering the market, she was passed by a dark skinned man and his storefront, which boasted rare antiques from Earth, she lengthened her stride as though her feet had discovered a purpose and her legs could barely keep up. She speeded by a priest, who was spouting religious fervor towards a small crowd. He was standing on a small crate with a sign on it reading 'Join the Neo-Christian Stellar-hood!'

"God, in his wisdom, elected four of his angels to represent and rule the four aspects of our universe."

She passed in front of the priest, and his voice increased and decreased with the doppler effect.

"The first Lord's gift to mankind was the tangible, corporeal Universe itself! Praise the blessed Black Lord of the North!" The preacher shouted.

She ignored the priest, and continued walking.

"The Galaxy is ours to take. Especially its intangible and ethereal energy. All of it is ours to harness! Praise the second Lord! Praise the White Lord of the South and the Holy Spirit!"

As her walking speed increased it was clear that she was looking for someone in the crowd. Her breathing shallow and her heart racing, excitement began to sink in.

"We have the sole right to expand throughout the galaxy. The power of faster than light travel is the gift of the Pale Lord of the East, as is Dark Energy, Dark Matter, and the afterlife. As he escorts souls to heaven. Rejoice!"

The city the blonde woman was in, which was no larger than 70 kilometers, was an entire bustling hub rebuilt from rubble within a single year. The city of New Alexandria was a rebuilt and recolonized post-war city. As part of a new construction program in the celestial Colonies, spearheaded by the company ExoGeni, in order to build new economies and infrastructures as aid for civilians and refugees after the wars. People did find it strange that a company that focuses primarily on research would turn their attention to repairing colonial infrastructure, but no one complained. Impressive as it was, like all interesting things, the popularity died quickly. ExoGeni believed if they rebuilt the city fast after its glassing during the first contact war, it would display to the rest of galactic society that the human race were hardy and steadfast, ironically it showed that humans built their cities quickly and cheaply. New Alexandria was a fast-built, post-war, boom city that quickly became a haven for poverty, crime (organized and otherwise), and other human vices.

The blonde woman, who was navigating the street market quite expertly, was wearing standard middle-class clothing for the region, dull and contemporary, to blend in with the crowd. On her face, which had slight aryan qualities, she was wearing some particularly interesting sunglasses. They had a red tint and let out a continuous low hum. The glasses let out an indicating beep, followed by an upward facing arrow in front of her eyes. She jerked her head up, as something then caught her eye on a balcony in her upper left field of view. There was a boy, who was looking down at the street, eyeballing an exotic and delicious looking candy stand. But he was leaning perhaps a little too far over the railing. The blond woman noticed this and predicted the outcome. This however was not what the glasses were indicating. In the background the priest began to preach even louder.

"The First Contact War and then the Reaper War were but tests of humanity's will and faith...and we passed the Red Lord of the West's challenge, as is all war. Those unholy, reptilians, birds, and heretics are undeserving of the Universe and it's Holy gifts! And with the Andromeda Galaxy's accelerated approach, more tests are sure to await us."

Forgetting about her search, she began running in the direction underneath the balcony, yelling at the kid to take a step back. However, he was too far gone.

"No one shall stand in our way! We all shall rise to eternal salvation!"

He tumbled down ten stories to what would've been his death...

"Rejoice in the name of the Four Lords of the Universe."

But a shadowy figure sprung out from the opposite building, like an eagle, and caught the boy in midair. They landed in another balcony three stories from the ground. Her glasses lit up like a christmas tree in front of her eyes. This figure was a sight to behold.

His armor looked like a frankenstein-like mess of stitched pieces of scavenged material over many years. The newest looking pieces he wore shined smoothly in stark contrast to other older pieces that had been worn down to the metal. He donned a relatively shiny Spartan IV level Enforcer Helmet, save for a large scrape on the left side, most likely from a bullet. He wore a Spartan undersuit, however she could not tell which generation, most likely Spartan IV era as well. His right shoulder was peculiar. He wore old looking, but still standard ODST shoulder-pads, although his left pauldron was draped improperly. It looked as though he might have stolen them from an unlucky Orbital Drop Shock Trooper. His chest plate looked like a fusion of bits of standard N7 Armor and the "Rogue" variant of the Spartan IV Armor, the N7 pieces were most likely repairs from battles past. He donned a short and worn-down cape that flowed behind him when he glided in between buildings. His legs, however, were covered in the rare Spartan IV "Outer-plated" armor. Everything he wore was the same shade of black, except the visor of his Enforcer helmet. It glowed a dull orange. One striking feature about this figure, however, caught her attention immediately. He was missing his left arm, from the shoulder down. The blonde woman was too ecstatic to care, as she had found her strange target at last.

The one she was seeking for about three years was right in front of her, and now he was leaving. After dropping off the boy safely to the ground, the figure barreled down the street away from the crowds of people, but not before he took an ominous glance at the pursuant woman. Realizing her window of opportunity was now drastically shrinking, she took off in a sprint after the cloaked figure. Screaming 'Hey wait, I need to talk to you' didn't quite phase the black figure. She pushed past an endless horde of people until she reached an empty junction. She turned to her left and saw the figure gliding down and around the alleyways like a phantom. Like he was effortlessly hovering and not running. After about a minute and a half of running, the target was gone and lost. Not even her glasses indicated anything. She was panting, gasping for breath, after trying her hardest to keep up, but failing. Her heart sank to the bottom of her chest. So close...yet so far.

She gave up the chase on an empty street corner next to a rundown shop to catch her breath. Planning her next move, she turned around, attempting to regroup herself and start over with her search. At least she knew 'He' was in the city, and this is still the closest she's been in years. Her scanner might still be able to pick him up. However, fate had a very different idea for how her search would end. Because, lo and behold, once she turned around, the black figure was there, waiting for her. He appeared so quickly, her special sunglasses had a visible delay before releasing a useless and delayed beep and an obvious arrow pointing directly in front of her. His arm was on his hip, and he looked agitated, even though she could not see his face, she could tell from his stance."Why are you following me? You are drawing unnecessary attention to me and yourself." he spoke quickly.

"You don't... but I…Are you…" The woman stuttered, confused and still panting.

"Listen. I'm asking the questions here." The figure replied with a stern voice. "So I'll ask again, why are you following me?" This time, an unseen force seemed to emanate from the figure and pressed against the woman's skin. Like a warm breeze in the spring. To her it was not a malicious sensation, but a psychic show of force nonetheless.

"Because I needed to see you again...I need to know what happened...and I...I need your help." She answered, pleading slightly.

"You know I can't help you, they'll hunt me to the edges of the Galaxy and back. And they have plenty of time on their hands, I don't."

"What if I have a solution that neither you nor they could conceive."

"What are you trying to say? Huh. That you can erase my record, fix all that was destroyed, give me my arm back, or... or... bring back all those people..." His voice, starting out angry, but took a solemn turn at the end of his breath.

He looked down and away from the woman.

"Listen, I can't do all those things, I can't erase the past...but I…we…have an opportunity to save the future... and I can't do it without you damn-it." Her voice, now more emboldened, seemed to finally penetrate the man's ears, as his stance relaxed a little.

The man in the black, shadowy armor sighed, and said.

"Fine, I'll hear you out, but let's not talk here… There are ears everywhere… and we're no longer alone."

Four figures appeared at the end of the breezeway they ended up in, as if on queue. He grabbed her wrist with his one arm and attempted to escort her away back to the street. However, two more figures appeared at the other end of the alley, blocking their path to the street and by extension the neon-lit city. Each had a small tattoo of a blue sun on their shoulders.

"Damn. They found me already." The six thugs, now visible, converged on the pair.

"Heh, we got him cornered. That bounty is ours." The first of the band said. From the way he looked, he seemed to be the leader. He wielded a hand-cannon

"Oh, look at that, it seems we have a lady friend. Should we kill her?" The tallest of the group asked, who was of two men that appeared at the end of the alley that initially blocked their escape.

A hover car could subtly be heard approaching in the distance.

"No we should hang on to her, hehe, save her for later." One of the four on the other side greedily stated. He was the shortest, boldly displaying an electrified stun baton for all to see.

"No witnesses allowed, we kill them both." The leader said.

"Aw come on boss, I haven't had a good piece of ass in weeks."

"Shut up frog!" The leader snapped.

"Like I'd even let you touch me." Hissed the blonde woman, as she pulled out a fully loaded Phalanx hand-cannon, and pointed it at the one who made the 'save her for later' comment.

The would-be attackers all laughed.

"Look at that, the cunt's got a piece." One said, cackling, as he showed his own handgun.

The tallest spoke again. "Bitch, that gun ain't shit, we all wearin' armor." He brandished a large metal club.

The woman's confidence began to waver as sense of dread poured through her. The men slowly approached the pair. A hand then laid itself on her shoulder gently. It was the one-armed man in black.

"I'll handle them." He said, which somehow made her feel a little better. "Just remember to duck when I tell you." He consoled. "Oh, and don't be afraid to cap these fools in their thick skulls, if the unlikely need rises." He whispered.

She could almost sense a smile under his helmet. Then he stood up and glared at the majority of the thugs.

"I don't have time for any of you idiots." The man in black growled. His synthesized voice sounded inhuman now, erupting from his helmet's speakers.

The woman felt a semi-familiar feeling. It was like that breeze she felt earlier, that emanated from the man in black. Except it was stronger, colder, and more menacing. Like a dark aura.

"Unless you turn back now, none of you will leave here alive." The man in black coldly and boldly announced.

"Bah, you're just an armless war vet. You're high bounty will be easy one to take." The leader scoffed.

"Hmph. What's the bounty at now? 10,000? 15,000?" The man in black asked.

His aura was almost visible, and to the keen eye, seemed to form a thin outline around him, like the flowing corona around a solar eclipse. Its visibility increased further in contrast to the background lighting from an approaching hover-car's headlights. The woman took a couple steps back, now frightened. Her glasses began to beep again, this time indicating some low-level radiation. This radiation was harmless, but the peculiar thing was that it was coming from the man in black. The Leader began to laugh loudly and heartily. Once he stopped, he responded with.

"Its 25,000 creds. Now, lets fuck this guy up." With that, all six bounty hunters charged.

The man in black tilted his head back and chuckled slightly.

"Duck."

There was a low boom, followed by a whooshing sound, and the two street-side thugs were suddenly thrown back, right into an oncoming car. The blonde woman fell to her knees with her hands on her head, after hearing the Man in black's warning. She was very startled and what she began to witness.

The man in black, after disposing of two thugs that blocked the street exit, then raised his good arm and the four thugs in front were also thrown back by an invisible force, in similar fashion to a moment prior. One bounty hunter landed on his head with a crack.

The man in black calmly walked to the nearest man, the tallest thug who brandished the club. He proceeded to swiftly steal the club and mercilessly whacked him once in the head, silencing him. The last two, who recovered from being thrown, decided to charge the man in black, the leader with a knife, the shortest (frog) with a stun gun. The one armed man, still very calm (dark aura and all), first redirected a knife jab with his arm away to his right, then kicked Frog in the gut, which knocked frog back a few feet, winding him, the man in black then turned back to the knife wielder, blocked a knife jab with his arm again, but embraced a fruitless jab to his own face, or rather helmet, from the thug. At this point the man in black already had his hand around the leader of thugs wrist.

He twisted, the knife fell, and so did the thug, to his knees. Two clicks were heard in succession. One was the leader's wrist snapping from the man in black twisting hand, and the second was a blade protruding from man in black's outer forearm. The blade swiftly buried itself in the helpless thug leader's chest. The leader of the small band of thugs, as his vision grew dark, noticed a small emblem on the man in black's good shoulder. Wide-eyed, he fell over on his face, in a crimson pool of his blood, mumbling something about a 'Spartan' and a 'Legion.' The man in black found the last bounty hunter, Frog, who was wheezing from the kick prior, and who was fleetingly attempting to retreat. The man in black picked him up by his throat.

"Ppppp-please don't kill m..." The man in black promptly head-butted Frog.

"Shut up." The man in black stated angrily. Blood trickled down the short thug's forehead. The man in black's dark aura now doubled in thickness, and the cold breeze doubled in intensity. "Now. Before I leave you here with your… friends... I have a question Froggie. Who sent you and was it Anderson or Parangosky?"

"I dddd-don't know, god, pp-please, I don't want to die."

"You have five seconds to think real hard, cause I want a real answer." The man in black's hand squeezed the thug's throat tighter.

"Ack..."

"5." The man in black's head tilted slightly.

"Uh..."

"4. Keep thinking." His grip tightened.

"I don't kn…"

"3." The cold breeze from earlier now returned.

"Oh…ok ok!" The grip loosened slightly. "I think remember ssa-sso-something my boss mentioned. He said…said something about a Parangosky giving us an unusually high bounty."

"Fuck. Not her too. Goddamn-it!"

He then threw the would-be bounty hunter to the ground. Turning to the woman, he said.

"Now's the time to leave darling."

Still stunned at the display she just saw, he grabbed her by the wrist and began to pull her out of the alleyway. Once she began to move, she started to snap out of her stupor.

"Wait, one moment please." She said politely to the man in black.

She ran over to the short thug, who was now attempting to crawl away from the pair.

"This is for your comments from earlier." She said, as she kicked the short man angrily in the gut, still perturbed by the implications of what 'save for later' meant. The short thug, Frog, began to sob. "Ok lets go." She said contently.

Running out to the street, they saw the car accident. Turns out the 'Exogeni Inc. Model 11 Magna-hover' car (as it read in small lettering on the driver's side door) that struck two thugs was a yellow taxi. The taxi driver was out of his car in a panic, inspecting the damage (on both his car and the two bodies) whilst cursing and yelling in Cantonese. In the taxi a feminine, automated voice was repeatedly saying "Warning, collision detected. Emergency services have been notified" on a loop, in both english and cantonese. The two would-be bounty hunters were dead in the street. Death tends to be immediate after being struck by a car at around 80 kilometers per hour.

"More assholes like the Blue Suns will come." The man in black said, hinting at the two nearby deceased. The taxi driver noticed the two running by him and began, in futility, to shout at them. "Except the next wave will be more prepared...Just my luck I'd be found, right after trying to do some good." The man in black sighed. "We need to get to my safe house."

"Very well, lead the way."

There was silence for about ten minutes as they fled. They approached a tall apartment building near the edge of the city, which was distinct due to its brown hue. They walked in. There was an elderly gentleman in the run-down lobby, he was the doorman and had held the door open for the duo.

"Oh its you, Mr. Smith, nice to see you." The old man greeted.

"Nice to see you to Phil, how're things with your family?" The man in black replied. They shook hands.

"Oh they're going, ya know. The grandkids are ok, barely see 'em. Wife's still sick though."

"I'm sorry to hear that Phil, if you ever need anything, just ask."

"Thank you, but I think we'll be ok. I'd actually like to hear more about this beauty you've brought with you." He smiled innocently. "Name's Philip Morris, pleasure to meet you Miss."

"Hi Philip, I'm Valentine. I'm an old friend of Mr…Smith." The blonde woman said.

"You are very beautiful, you remind me of my wife when she was young." Philip complimented.

"Thank you Phil, you are too kind." The blond woman said.

"Take good care of her Mr. Smith, this is a rough city. And would you stop wearing that damned helmet? You're gonna give someone a heart attack."

"That's the idea Phil. We need to go now, so I'll see you later." The man in black replied.

"Ok, talk to you later." The pair continued across the lobby to the elevator as they spoke.

The man in black pressed a button to summon the elevator.

"Normally I take the stairs, but due to the circumstances we'll take the elevator...I'll make due without the exercise."

Once inside the elevator, he ripped open the panel next to the elevator doors. He moved around a couple wires and a bell ring sounded as the elevator door closed. He returned the panel to its spot, and the elevator rose. A simple musical chord began to play on a loop.

"Ok, whatever you say...Mr. Smith. Hehe." She giggled.

"What?" The man in black pondered.

"Mr. Smith is like the most generic pseudonym you could've chosen."

"Well 'Valentine,' I don't think you should be talking." The Man in black rebutted.

"Hey, I thought it was clever since my name is Valera."

"Mmhm" A minute passed in silence after as the elevator rose.

"I have a question." The Valera said.

"Shoot." The man in black replied.

"If all you did was jump to save that kid, how would they be able find you?" She started.

"Street cameras caught me…and your shouting drew attention to me." They passed floor 100.

"But isn't the device on your belt a jammer…and sorry about the shouting, I was a little excited." She said glancing at the small black box on his belt.

"Its ok… Hey! How'd you know it was a… ah never mind. It is a jammer. Piece of crap stopped working three days ago though." He sighed again. "Got it in a black market trade. You'd be amazed at what you could find in the underground."

"Trust me, I know." She said, pointing to her glasses. Which she removed revealing her ocean blue eyes. "So that explains how I found you too."

"Yep. Explains that in your five days of searching for me in this city, you only really made progress after two."

"How'd you know that I was…?"

"I keep my ear to the ground." She had a feeling he was smiling under his helmet again.

The elevator let out another ring. They had arrived to floor 217. They walked down the dark hallway. Approaching a door with a number pad next to it, the man in black entered a passcode, the door clicked and they walked in. There was a short hallway with a couple doors, followed by a large, well-lit room. The room had a large glass window, which they were facing, that overlooked the city on its north side. To the east was a bed. To the west side was a small workshop, which contained a workbench, toolbox, and a tool rack. It was pretty standard looking, except for a robotic arm lying horizontal in a stand on the workbench, a large Kukri knife imbedded in the workbench, and a deactivated "Loki" android standing in the corner. Next to the bed were an assortment of weapons. She could only recognize a few of the newer looking one, however.

"Welcome to my humble abode."

"Its pretty crappy." She blurted. He sighed at her harsh statement. "Do you even have a HoloVision?" She pondered.

"Thanks. Yes I do have an HV. Barely use it though. Too much of a distraction."

"Shame, there are some good shows on now. You have to watch the news though, right?"

"Yes I watch the news. The only thing I use the HV for. I unfortunately don't have the luxury to just sit down and unwind."

He said as he sat down at his workbench and began tinkering with the robotic arm. She sat down on his bed, removed her shoes, then proceeded to lie down. After a moment she made a coughing noise to try to grab his attention.

"Make yourself at home by the way. Enjoy what little luxuries I have in here before we leave, which will be very soon, since I've been discovered again." He stated as he attached the robotic limb to his shoulder and wiggled it in place, underneath his shoulder-pad.

He tested the arm by first willing the fingers to move around. He soon made a fist with the fingers and then willed the arm to bend back and forth. Finally he used the arm pick up small silver object on the workbench table. It was a silver cross. Valera was still lying on the Man in Black's bed. She stood up on the bed and was eyeballing the man at his workbench with wonder and bewilderment. Her face portrayed a strong sense of giddiness and excitement, most likely since she finally found the Man in Black. Looking at him now, she felt she had the chance to size him up. In the light she could see he was stocky and muscular, she could tell even under his armor, he was average height, but still tall enough to look imposing (at least to her). Glancing at his black armor she noticed a small symbol on his right shoulder pauldron. It was an Aquila, a small red eagle with its wings outstretched over a circular and gold background. She knew all about this symbol, the symbol of the Legion, a select group of Spartan IVs under ONI. In her past, she worked alongside several of them closely. Although, she may have had a history with members of the extinct organization that this man used to be a part of, but she still didn't know who exactly the Man in black was. All she knew was that this man had a history. At this point the Man in black had turned around to the blonde woman. He noticed her staring, and crossed his arms. He then said.

"Ok, Valera, I'm ready for what you have to say."

"Good. Mr. Legionnaire. Now how would you like to take revenge upon the people who are chasing you, and save the United Nations and all her colonies."

"Well I would like that very much... In fact…" He said, whilst removing his helmet with both his hands. "I would love it."

"Ah. So it's you."

"Yep. Did I keep you guessing the whole time?" He said with a smile.

"Well, I had my ideas, your voice is pretty distinct."

"Ha."

"Before I start with the big talk, I have a few small questions. Like. What's that big knife for?"

"Oh this?" He gingerly removed the knife from the table. Glanced at it briefly. But in that brief moment, a small streak of emotion passed through his face. "It was my sibling's. They died fighting here on Reach during the First Contact War against the Covenant and the Turians."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Its alright, I barely knew 'em. We parted ways before we started fighting in the war. Heard they became the sixth member of a team of Spartans defending this here planet. Nobel I think, or was it Noble. Last I heard from 'em, which was before the fighting on Reach, they messaged me about this Spartan team, and that there was a crazy bastard with him that carried the same kind of knife." He stated bluntly and emotionlessly, however, his face showed a hint of sadness. He placed the knife in a sheathe attached to his left shoulder.

"Thats odd."

"Yeah, some strange coincidence. I found this knife buried in the corpse of an elite, next to my sibling's body."

"Wow. May I ask about your arm?"

"Next question."

"The necklace?"

"Next question!"

"Hmph. Fine, be that way. But I'm going to keep asking about what happened to you?"

"Ok."

"Can't you see what the problem is. Before I can help you, I need to know what happened to you. From your time in the war to now."

"Why?" He pondered after a big sigh.

"Partly 'cause I'm curious. Partly 'cause I am your old friend and I'm worried. And partly because 'they' approached me and I know 'they' approached you too. However, 'they' only gave me half the story, and I can't put the final piece of the puzzle together without your part in all this." She spoke. He exasperatedly sighed at her words.

"'They' found you too, huh? Very well, I guess I'll start at the beginning. Ten years ago, during the end of the First Contact War…"

-Author's Notes:

Hello all,

Thank you for taking the time to read my first chapter. Chapter 6 is in the works and will be complete by next weekend. I will try to write the most I can between work and my social life, however, college has started up again for me, it will be difficult for me to continue writing, but I will do the best I can.

If you are interested in the story I am trying to tell, show your support by leaving a helpful comment or review, and thank you for all the helpful comments I've received so far.

Thanks,

KILLERm12