Second coming
Prologue: Welcome to the future
It was over it didn't matter if he would be burned up in the atmosphere or not, it was done. Prophet drifted slowly towards earth watching as the Ceph warship implode on itself from the portal closing early. He knew he'd feel the shock-waves from the blast soon but before he did and before he would probably meet his maker, he thought back to everyone lost and asked were their sacrifices worth it? People he had come to respect and admire as friends even that lone marine Alcatraz or Nomad, as he thought about all this his mind went to a more imaginative place a place with green grass, people who only had to worry about bills and not fiery annihilation. A future he and his lost allies had given humanity. A future. "They were worth it" he thought as he felt the shockwaves from the blast hit him he went flying through the debris around him hitting a bus. He held onto it as he fell back to earth holding on to the bus as it started to burn up. His vision went to static as a hole was burned in front of him. Then black, it was all he could see he couldn't feel anything. Occasionally he heard echoes they were things he had heard over his life time.
"This isn't a war ordinary humans can win! This is the future - death's an inconvenience now, nothing more. We are all dead men walking!" He remembered when Hargreave said that to him. Hope the old bastard is rotting in hell.
"Barnes! Hold on!...Damn it, Barnes - It was never just about the suit! Barnes! BARNES!" Psycho he lost nearly as much as Prophet gave up. He laughed to himself. "Funny how Psycho probably survived while I died."
"Alcatraz? That your name? Alcatraz... Destiny's a bitch, huh? It'll be on you now, son." It was his own voice he remembered when he told that to Alcatraz, funny how he never really go to know him, didn't need to he knew what he had done and that was enough.
It felt like an instant and an eternity all at once the voices drifting in and out almost felt like judgment all the good and bad he done most of what he heard was in the gray area to him. Prophet wasn't a religious man but he thought he'd be standing in front of some sort of angel and it would be reading off his deeds. Instead he was in a void were time had no meaning hearing what people have said to him during his time in the suit.
It was then he felt something that could only be described as a sense of time.
"SUITABLE ENVIRONMENT DETECTED INITIATING START-UP SEQUENCE" He heard a voice he hadn't heard in a while it was SECOND. He could slowly start to hear an outside voice it was quiet but he could make out the words "Now unless you want me to shoot a live human which I will transfer all of your credits now." He was in a virtual purgatory and he could still hear the desperation in the mans voice.
"SUIT POWER AT 10% BASIC FUNCTIONS BACK ONLINE" and with a slow flicker he saw where he was. The light of a new day almost blinded him.
(A/N: OK this isn't my first Fan-fiction but the last one I had I stopped feeling for it as in I lost interest there were a number of things wrong with it that I won't get into here so I'm sort of doing a do over with the over all plot intact and I'm removing two major characters that had no real place in it hope you enjoy this one I know I will.)