New story everyone, and this one is will have references to other series not necessarily affiliated with the story. Also, I am sincerely sorry to those that enjoyed the beginning chapters to "Blood and Youki", but a thought occurred to me. I was doing the same as others, even with the changes I was planning on making. Everything would have been settled too early, and we readers and writers just hate a story the ends to fast. This hasn't been done before, so I am treading untainted ground. To all who read this, or plan to: Thanks for even looking for something like this. Now my brethren, onto the illiterate piece of mumbo-jumbo I have written.

As usual:

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Prologue: Infamy of Memory

"ISAAC!" The cold air that enveloped him began nipping his ears, and he started to shiver from the sudden cold. His vision came to, but all he saw happened to be the white of a familiar blizzard.

(I'm alive?) He stood slowly, but fell over as nausea over took his senses. The faint smell of blood pooled in his nose, and a voice reached out to him again.

"ISAAC!" He stood again, and began stumbling forward into the blinding white.

"Ellie?" He increased his speed as her voice started to become more frantic, and suddenly barreled through a malfunctioning door. A familiar buzzing entered his confused mind, and he spotted both suit kiosk and a bench. Not knowing what may greet him, he repaired his busted Engineering RIG. As he exited the kiosk, a thought occurred to him.

(How's my guns?) A quick glance and he came to a conclusion. His ever faithful Plasma cutter was perfect, but his pulse rifle didn't fare well. The frame was melted, and the engine was bent all to hell. He quickly broke down the wreck of a gun, and made more ammo.

"ISAAC!" Without another thought, he exited the repair shop. He sprinted through the same blizzard as before, but something felt off.

(Stop and think! Something isn't right!)His logical mind was ignored as his need to find Ellie took priority. His speed increased to a sprint as a figure appeared through the white.

"Ellie!" He ran within feet of the apparition, when his foot failed to touch solid ground. As he plummeted off the sheer cliff, an amalgam of laughter filtered through his mind. A sudden stop was granted, but he didn't feel so lucky. Pain burned through his chest, and darkness began encroaching on his vision. His eyes spied an oh-so-familiar spire, with blood covering the black rock's indentations.

(I can die now.) A smile began creeping onto his face, but pain re-emerged through his whole form. Crimson energy arced off the broken monolith, and his eyes beheld the conductor of the painful symphony. The green glow that once meant finality in his struggle was absorbing the energy. Strange whirls formed as blackness took shape, and snow began to be pulled into the void.

(No hope, no flesh, no hope, no flesh, must leave.) This voice rang through his pain stricken mind, and he began struggling against the trespassing spire. His boot gained leverage on the opposing spire, and pushed himself as close to the top as he could. Sudden cracking rang out, and he fell into the awaiting snow. As the vortex increased its vacuum, Isaac stood sluggishly.

"Not this time." He stumbled to the dark doorway, as thousands of screams pierced his failing mind. A weak smile met him, and one last thought occurred to him.

(Ellie.)

Where once was a Unitologist landing site, nothing but a shattered Marker and a stripped drop-ship remained.