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"Quick move!"~ Person talking

'Bang'~ telepathic communication

"Time to attack."~ Synthesized voice

"Three dog here./ Daddy!/ Report in."~ Radio/Shade/Comm. Speech

Critical Systems failure~ Computer text/ Speech

Chapter 1: The lost Angel

(Alex P.O.V)

I rolled my shoulders as I walked into my room. Idly taking in the chrome that covered the walls. A single person bed hovering a foot of the ground, its white sheets and pillows strewn across it. A metal desk jutting out of the wall, and small bench just under it. This was the room I had been given when Jason and I had arrived on Gateway station. It had been almost three months since we had left the dead space universe and made the choice to fight. During this time we were trained to become Gatekeeper agents. It hadn't been easy at any point in the three months, it was probably the most grueling three months of my life. In the beginning we had the same instructors but soon that changed. We were given courses to go through to determine what kind of fighting style we excelled in. I quickly found in the gun range that while my aim with my bolt projector had been pretty good, I couldn't shoot a gun any worse if I had been blind folded.

Jason however when he picked up the weapon and aimed down sight he was like he was born to shoot. He didn't miss once, and he was fast. He wiped out all of the fourteen targets in fourteen seconds. Then we were sent to a room with a large red ring painted into the floor to test our close combat skills. We would face against some randomly selected people. While his shooting time was fast and impressive for a beginner, when it came to close hand fighting Jason kind of sucked. His time in the combat ring blew his time on the shooting rage out of the water. He didn't last five seconds.

It was then we found that I was an aggressive, close range fighter. It might have been the training that was 'downloaded' into my brain but I seemingly danced around my opponent, it also helped that I had superior strength to just about every human and some aliens on the station. In this way I could easily over power them with raw strength. Although this still didn't help me when the instructor decided to test me out. He took me down rather easily, using my own weight against me he managed to toss me out of the ring.

From there it was decided that while we would be taught in each course Jason would spend the majority of his time training in the shooting range, and would learn about all about the 'art' of shooting a gun. Meanwhile I would spend the majority of my time learning close combat, which eventually branched off into weapons. I quickly found that I took best with the sword; it wasn't all that much of a surprise given the use of the energy blades back in dead space, and like the hand to hand combat I took to bladed combat like a fish to water.

Then there was my dark energy manipulation training. From what the Councilor had told me psychics who unlock their full potential calling these people rare would be laughable. Magic swords, true love, a person with the ability to summon up a giant tap dancing lion, and a good movie that was written by M Night Shyamalan. These things are rare. The number of known psychics in the multiverse would take one hand to count. My addition to that number brought it up to five people. The Star Dragon representative was the only other person who had unlocked his full potential. He was more than happy to help. So he took me under his wing, both figuratively and literally. The first month was the most frustrating, my first task was to move a ten pound weight across a thirty foot room. The hard part however wasn't lifting the weight, it was figuring out how to manipulate dark energy. It took that one month to figure out how to do so and when I could, it was easy to move the weight across the room. After that Daegor taught me a number of other things. And now I was currently working on what he had set me on now.

I sat down on my messy bed and looked at the ebony ball that I held in my hand, roughly the size of a baseball. The point of the exercise was to throw the ball out and catch it before it hit the ground using dark energy. I continued to look at the ball for a short time before a beep emanated from my desk. With a sigh I stood and activated the interface. Soon after I was greeted by the sight of the Councilor.

"We have found it." He said, "Report to Gate 7 ready and armed." The line closed, and I let out an irritated groan. We made massive leaps and bounds in our training, and in the first two months we made greater strides than those who had in two years. Maybe it was due to the skills already being in our heads and we just had to familiarize ourselves with them. Still we were officially inducted into the Gatekeepers. Since then Jason and I would get these random calls from the Councilor on our free time, ordering us to do things around the station, like guard duty or something else of the like.

Normally I'd be irritated about being called in his usual way but if I was going to the gate that meant that they had finally found the universe where Angel was. I smiled as the little girl came to mind, while I hadn't had any 'visions' like I had before I awake in the med lab, but the young girl did pay me more visits over the three months. Although she did land me in a tight spot when I was shown talking to nothing on a video the room's video camera had caught. Thankfully I was able to convince them I wasn't crazy as I told them about Angel, it also helped that Jason backed me up. When Jason helped me out the Councilor ordered a search for her. It took three months to find the right one but they had done it. I tapped a few keys on the still glowing interface and a portion of the wall next to the desk slid upwards, revealing the Gatekeeper armor. The great thing about Gatekeeper armor was that now tow armors looked alike. Each armor was made of 'synthetic nanoweave' both Jason and I were given one after our induction, at first I didn't think all that much of it. It originally looked like a black jumpsuit that was two sizes too big but I put mine on it shrunk down almost instantly, becoming like a second skin. I was then carted into a strange chamber the door closed behind me. Seconds later a low hum rang through the small enclosed room. Before I even knew what was happening I got a crawling feeling all across my body.

I couldn't even react before my head was totally covered, my sight impeded for an instant before my sight cleared. After a few seconds the crawling feelings stopped and I looked down at my hands to see the previously black hands covered in segmented gray armor. We were later told that the nanoweave was a capable of converting energy into mass, and through the nanobots that made up the suit they would conform to the need of the user via scans. I'd found out later how I looked in my new armor.

The strange thing is that my armor looked as if the nanosuit from Crysis, and the Beta suit from Time Shift. The majority of it followed the sort of heavy muscled look the nanosuit gave, but it retained the beta suits form and sleek look. The muscled sections of the suit were colored silver, the main body a dark gray, then when it came to the helmet hit was took after the Beta suit, however instead of the strangely "y" shaped visor , the instead was shaped in a wide "v" and instead of being colored yellow was dark blue. I quickly took the suit down and began the process of placing it on, which was as simple as slipping it on via a opening on the suit's torso. Once the helmet was on I noticed the various displays booting up among them was armor integrity, radar, metabolic scans, and more. Then once the suit was booted up, I began to arm myself. Picking up the sword given to me by the instructors, it was a standard MDB or Molecular-disruption-blade. Like the name suggested it emits an energy field that disrupts the molecular structure of an object and makes it easier to cut. It didn't look that special, just an average three foot single edge guardless sword. I slug the blade onto my back where it was magnetically locked into place. I continued this locking two MDB combat knifes at my sides and a pistol at my hip. With all of my weapons in place I stepped out of my room, and made my way to Gate 7.

ΩΩΩ

I hurried over to the Gate and thankfully Jason was already there. Unlike my armor which was heavily armored because of my aggressive fighting style. Jason's however while still armored, was clearly meant for stealth, his own armor was colored black and dark green, a hood covering his head, shadowing his face, the only eliminations coming from a face mask and its dark green visor. On his back was a sizeable sniper rifle, which was called an 'anti-matter rifle'. They never explained what the anti-matter part was about so I just shrugged it off as an attempt to find a cool name for a gun. On either hip was a pistol and just on his boot a combat knife. He glanced back at me and gave a quick nod, his face totally unreadable from behind his facemask.

"You took your time." He said, his voice electronically distorted colored with mild amusement. I shrugged uncaringly, but said nothing as the councilor spoke.

"As I informed the two of you the universe where this 'Angel' is has been found." He said, an image of scorched earth appeared before the three of us. "The two of you have two objectives. First you must find the enemy base in this universe, and to determine their purpose and stop it."

I tilted my head to the side. "And I assume the second is to retrieve Angel?" I asked. The dark skinned man gave a curt nod.

"Correct. Besides that you are free to do what you think necessary to complete those objectives unless ordered otherwise." He said, turning away from us.

A low hum suddenly sounded, steadily becoming louder until a silver light ignited before us; the light illuminating a metal arch not four feet away from us. The silver light expanded until it filled the man sized archway.

"Good luck." Was the Councilor's last words as he walked past us and away from the Gate. Jason and I looked at one another for a moment before we moved towards the portal, preparing for what was in store for us.

ΩΩΩ

When we entered the portal I was overwhelmed by a strange warmth, and we found ourselves walking in the light. It wasn't until a few seconds later we were blinded by another light, this one however was natural, and didn't encompass us like the previous one had. When my eyes had adjusted to the light I found that we were standing in familiar scorched earth, rock and dirt as far as the eye could see. Suddenly my suit picked up on a faint signal and it played in my helmet. The sound was filled with static but out of the noise I could just make out a faint voice

"Peo-le of the Capit-l Wasteland. Th-s is t-ree dog!" the voice howled in a bad imitation of a wolf. I sighed and shut off the signal. I had many questions but started with the most obvious one.

What the hell is the Capital Wasteland?

WHOO! Second installation is out baby!

Alex and Jason have their mission, now they must go out into the wastes and forge their path.

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