A/N: I decided that this fanfiction would be better in 1st person. Because of this I am rewriting parts of CH. 1-3. In other news I'll have a new chapter of Rebirth: A Second Chance soon after CH. 3 is posted and if you'all are lucky I'll have another Domain Request for weapons in the new Haloverse.

CH. 1 Penny for a Man

Earth-2313

It's the year 2313, the world is ravaged by humanities dying breath. In the year 2204 Earth was consumed by the light of atomic fires. In the years following the world fell into an order of anarchy and chaos.

However there where last bastions of hope left for mankind. Small fascist states that raid each other instead of working together. This further pushed man down and eliminated its numbers.

The world had run out of resources. Bullets where all but gone, only to be used by the military. Even after the continuation of science man used it to wage war on each other: hydrogen fuel cells, cybernetics, powered assault armour, limited gravitational shielding, improved ballistic weaponry and hyper advanced alloys.

Of all this things humanity continued to push itself toward extinction. One group however was different. Sealing themselves on an island of the Californian Coast a group of revolutionaries pushed the image of science once more.

In a one shot last ditch effort to help humanity they built a machine of great power able to reshape time. There was a catch of course. The advanced nature of the machine made the power draw incredible allowing one man to travel through before it melts down.

That one man was a Revolutionary only know by the codename R. This is the account of his story and the nature of things after the use of the machine.

"R!"

I wake up in my black clothing. My powered assault armour seemed to absorb the lighting of the room leaving only the glinting of his knives as an approximation of where I was laying. My helmet was peculiar as it was a Fawkenson mask replica. My dark leather cape covered me down to my feet giving me a look of a masked vigilante.

I was a conspicuous man preferring the knives of my own creation over the standard Hellcat. This did not stop me from carrying two though. The over all look of the man named R was simply simple and terrorizing.

I was woken from my deep sleep and stood up to my hight of 6' 1". I only looked down to check the date on the calendar, the 5 of September. I walked to the door only to look back once before turning and walking out.

Transversing the dark underground with the ease of familiarity I walked to the armory to grab the rest of my armaments. Holstering my two Hellcats, sixteen coolant clips, eight extra knives, a long sword, and an emergency pack of fuel cells and medical paste.

Exiting the armory and turning down the hall I entered a room of massive lightning bolts with a crescendo of crackle and pops as the machine warmed up.

I looked up to see several scientist working on control panels in tesla sealed rooms. Looking forward I spot a simple pod filled with light. Rods span overhead as lightning hit them and a small gravitational vortex just over the pod.

I look up to see a tiny light in the middle of this impressive display turn green and I walked into the pod. The door shut upon my entry and I braced himself to prepare for what I spent my entire life training for.

I felt gravity bear down on me as I slowly brought his fist to the ground only to feel sudden acceleration and then... Nothingness. The freedom of weightlessness was felt for several minutes until acceleration push me to the wall.

I hear a cool female robotic voice repeating a message of '***** *** impact'

I mashed myself into the wall as the sound of metal screeching was heard and the image of a rusty red floor, then blackness.

I woke up on a dirty and metal floor with multiple armed figures around me. Slowly rising up I put my hands up not wanting to cause a conflict in an unknown place. The armed figures raised strange weapons at me that looked to be rifles.

The closest figure to me looked to standing awkwardly and had three fingers and toes. It shouts something that doesn't pass the language translator in my helmet. This was not expected as in a different time and place things might have changed.

Another figure steps up, obviously a healthy human female, and says what I guess is what a other figure said in English.

"Hand over all your money and supplies pal and this wont end badly for you."

I simply look around at the small crowd of twelve people aiming guns at him. Simply shrugging I turn on my heel and try walk to a sign with the pulsing words 'Afterlife -' on it.

I make it two steps before a shot slams into my back. The pitch black energy field appears around me as my shield meter drops a measly 5 percent. Turning with a hand under my cape I pull out two knives in each hand spreading them out across my chest in a flourish.

The front of me the crowds' eyes go wide as saucers as I sent the knives flying in perfect arcs killing four of the figures in a blink of an eye. Bullets streamed and slammed in to my shield as I rolled to the left drawing the slightly gold tinted longsword.

Rushing forward like a cheetah I swung the sword around me as heads rolled off of shoulders as the necks spurt their life blood on the ground in the pulses of their failing hearts.

I ended his charge with a sudden stop with the sword in the air and my poster slightly slumped. Slowly straightening my back out I observed the area around me. The last figure had ran off into a dark ally. "No need to follow the coward," I think as I crouched down balancing on my toes to retrieve my knives from the corpses as I sheathe the longsword.

The site was slightly gruesome as blood leaked from severed heads and puncture wounds. One of the curious things was that as the soaked the ground not all of it was red, hemoglobin; some of the blood was blue, hemocyanin. It would have explained the unidentifiable language that was spoken.

Turning back to the sign I looked at the the direction of the arrow. It pointed deeper into the city. Making haste away from the scene that was created and free running up to a set of pipes that ran across the ceiling.

I finished my crawl in front of 'Afterlife'. The club looked lively with a substantial line formed in front of what I guess is the door. A large elephant looking thing was at the front of the line holding people back. Another humanoid with four eyes and no nose stood directly in front of the door. Guessing that the owner had some power the have this many customers and civilized activity must know something.

Quickly hopping down from the pipe into a startled group of blue females.

"My most sincere apologies Miladies," I say as I walked by and up to the line, content on waiting.

The humanoid appears to take a call an walks up me and waives for me to follow. Hopping over the railing I follow the strange humanoid up the stairs and it opens the door.

Walking one step inside Afterlife's music washes over me as I follow the strange humanoid into the club. I immediately notice the same blue female from before sliding up and down pulls in exposing 'suits'.

The humanoid leads me pass and through the crowd of individuals ether gawking or drinking strange colored liquid. As I walked by I noticed the aliens: blue humanoid females, strange avian looking figures with mandibles covered in metallic plates, small dinosaurs, amphibious figures, a couple people in radiation suits, and more of the four eyed humanoids.

Upon exiting the crowd at the back of the club my four eyed entourage leads me up the stairs to a female that looked like the pole dancers but was purple. Another four eyed humanoid walks in front of me in heavy armour and an orange light lights up around its hand as a picture of a human male shows up with red dot and lines of a language that I couldn't understand.

I looked around at in the little private booth as all the aliens tensed up after the picture of a human male disappears. The humanoid waived me through to the purple female sitting down.

The purple female looked me over and asked in English "Looking for a job?"