A/N: Yeah, fourth chapter!

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The night was on fire.

I must have had seriously pissed them off by then, because they decided to bring in the big guns. More specifically, one of their ships was circling over the city, blowing up any place they suspected I was hiding in. I had to admit that for them I had become a serious pain in the ass, since I received carte blanche for going on a killing spree earlier that day. By that time, I had a kill-count of about 120 aliens, killed in various way, including, but not limited to, backstabbing, having an entire aircar thrown on their head, being falcon-punched with enough force to remain embedded in a wall, being explosively torn to shreds and other such creative ways, depending on the tactical situation at hand. At one point they even finally got a fix on me and half a dozen of them had me cornered in an alley. They even managed to drain my suit energy to about 10% before I dispatched them with well-aimed bursts to the face and a few plasma shots, but now they finally knew for sure what they were facing and reacted accordingly, hence the ship circling.

By then, each time I killed some of them and they lost contact with their units, the remaining units in the vicinity didn't even bother to come to see what happened. They just ran away from the place. At first, I thought that maybe this time I had REALLY scared them shitless, but fortunately SECOND knew better. Because if it hadn't been for its warning, I would have been reduced to a pile of high-tech nano-ash, as a few minutes after my last kill, an entire block just went up in flames. Apparently, overkill wasn't part of their vocabulary.

As flattering as it was to warrant such extreme measures to bring me down, the fact that there was a fucking spaceship playing whack-a-mole with me complicated my task of murdering them by a great deal. I was reduced to use hit-and-run-like-hell tactics, because some times they didn't even bother to wait that all their pals had pulled out of the zone to suddenly rain fire on where I was just seconds ago.

So I decided to calm down a notch, and went back to spying on them for the rest of the night, letting them think that they finally got me with the last airstrike. I made my way to the central plaza, sneaking past patrols while avoiding being in the range of their thermal scanning equipment.

Plaza was not really the correct word to describe this. In fact, it was an enormous space in the middle of the settlement that served multiple purposes. At the same time, it was a spaceport, but also a stadium, as indicated by the few bleachers placed around it. At the moment though, it was used to house the entire civilian population in makeshift tents, and it was surrounded by guards. I was there in my observations when I noticed a new ship descending toward an area that was kept clear for that purpose at the edge of the spaceport.

It was smaller than the usual ships, a simple shuttle, and of a different design than everything I had seen until that point. It couldn't hold more than a dozen passengers, so these were probably not reinforcements. Probably someone high-ranking, coming to see what the hell was going on with the occupation that warranted whole city blocks to be set ablaze.

It landed. The ramp opened. And out of it came…

What the FUCK.

Spectre Vasira Lallis hopped out of her ship to be immediately met by her old friend centurion Tleilax, who seemed hurried and nervous, as if he hadn't had time to relax for a relatively long time.

Vasira was, by most standards, a prime example of her species. Being just 203 years old, she was still a relatively young maiden, and for her race she was quite athletic, with a lithe figure complimented by her commando outfit. She had a rather pretty face too, with a sky blue tone and some red facepaint that gave her a more martial attitude. She quickly saluted Tleilax and immediately inquired what was all this about.

"Alright Tleilax. I know I owe you a service for that help you gave me with those batarians two years ago, but could you please explain why you needed my talents here, in a previously unexplored part of the galaxy? You were lucky I wasn't at the opposite part of the galaxy when I received your message and not currently on a mission you know. And…" She looked in the direction of the makeshift camp holding the humans prisoner and caught a glimpse of a few of them."…by the Goddess, who are these people? And how come they look just like Asari? This is a first contact situation? "

Tleilax seemed rather nervous at that. "To put it shortly… Yes."

"And, as is the habit of the Hierarchy, you shot first and worried about asking questions later. Right?"

That angered Tleilax.

"And what were we supposed to do at that moment? They were about to open an unmapped relay, spirits! You should remember what happened the last time it was attempted, no? The Rachni War and galactic destruction on an unprecedented scale? Of course we shot first! We weren't about to let an upstart species endangering the whole galaxy, just because they are new to space travel!"

"Yes, and then the Hierarchy saw an opportunity to make a new client race… Right? And I guess that the reason you had to call me is that they are proving rather… Uncooperative. And you need my talents to make them more compliant. Am I wrong?"

An embarrassed silence.

"No."

"Right… You know normally I should report to the council about this."

"You wouldn't. Or have you forgotten what happened a few years ago? If I decided to let it slip, your status would be revoked, and you would be jailed", Tleilax said, waving his hand to make a point.

"I said that I should, not that I would. Alright. What do you need exactly."

This time I seriously thought that I had visions. It was already surprising how human-like these aliens were, but this.

Improbable.

Unbelievable.

In my visor, I had what could only be described as a nerd's wet dream. Seriously, what were the odds that on two different planets, two species evolved that looked exactly the same, apart from some minor details? This was ridiculous. And yet there she was, looking all sexy in her slutty S&M outfit, with her blue skin, tentacle hair and a remarkable pair of boobs. If SECOND hadn't made sure to keep on a leash all those typically organic pulsions usually present in humans, I swear I'd have had an insta-boner. Not that I could have had one anyway, the Nanosuit was very tightly adjusted after all.

Instead, I was just completely incredulous. Setting aside those thoughts, I made two observations. One, we weren't facing one single species. Now there were two at least. And two, there was obviously a reason they brought her here. And I'll be damned if it's not a she, unless Mother Nature had played some kind of sick joke on top of that.

Obviously, they had some problems communicating with their captives. So their thinking must have been that they would have a much easier time trying to communicate if they had someone that happened to look a lot like those they are trying to communicate with. Logical thinking, after all. "It might be successful, if they manage to find someone that won't instantly start drooling", I thought. I wondered how they would proceed.

Miss Blue-Slut spent some time discussing on the landing pad with one of the fuckfaces that seemed to be an officer of some sort, and then she followed him into a nearby tent. Soon after that, they brought one of their prisoner to the tent, under guard. I could see that he was an Alliance officer, which rank I couldn't see from where I was and due to the night time. He entered. There was nothing I could do to know what was going on in the tent.

Commander Gustav Johnson was determined to not let anything slip past his lips, and if possible, to be the most annoying pain in the ass these aliens had ever seen. He had a clear idea as to the aliens' intentions, they wanted to establish a dialogue. Know their enemy better. At that moment, less than 24 hours after the colony he was supposed to defend got invaded by hostile aliens, the only thing he was willing to give them was the finger, along with some bullets to go with it. They made him sit on a chair and tied him. Then he saw her. At first, he thought it was an other human due to the bad lighting, but then he remarked the skin tone and the weird… Things… Instead of hair. Needless to say, he was more than a little surprised initially to see that aliens could be this similar to humans, but he quickly put his expressionless face back on. They weren't about to get him to talk with that.

The blue alien approached and placed both her hands on each side of his head. She approached her head of his, and then he saw her eyes turn black in an instant.

Suddenly he got a weird feeling. Almost like if…

No. It wasn't a feeling. He was definitely not alone in his head. He could feel foreign thoughts sifting though his memories. Searching.

What the hell? That kind of stuff only existed in sci-fi! No way aliens could read your thoughts… Yes. That alien definitely could. As soon as he realized that, Johnson tried to block his thoughts with all his might, trying to focus on something so that she couldn't get what she was looking for. But it was a duel he was quickly losing. He could feel his blood beating at his temples. Blood began to trickle down his nose. And then, as suddenly as it started, it was over. The blue alien backed away from him, trying to catch her breath.

At least his resistance had some effect, he thought with a slight smirk.

"Goddess…", Vasira said, trying to catch her breath.

"Are you alright? What happened?"

"I'm alright, Tleilax. It's just that… He was more strong-willed that I expected. I almost failed."

"But you succeeded right?"

"Relax. Yes, I succeeded, but barely, and only in getting their language…"

She turned to the prisoner.

"Do you understand me?"

He stared at her wide-eyed.

"No shit. Now you speak English?"

"Yes, thanks in no small part to you. Now if you don't mind, my good friend here had some questions to ask, that I'll take the liberty to ask myself."

He stared at her for a few seconds, then answered.

"Interesting accent you got there. Almost sounds like French. I had a French girlfriend once you know, and aside from your skin color and those weird tentacles on your head, you remind me a lot of –OUCH!"

She had punched him squarely across the jaw with a surprising strength. He spat blood on the floor, along with one teeth.

"…bitch. Yeah, that relationship ended a little like that."

"Now you can either be cooperative and answer my questions, or things are going to get really unpleasant, and I'll punch you until you die and then I'll start again with an other of your people. In the end, I'll know what I need to know anyway. So don't try to play hero."

He didn't answer and lowered his gaze.

"Good. Now, let's do some introductions first. I am an asari. My good friend here and his fellow soldiers are turians. Your species has a name, right?"

"Humans. We're humans."

"Good, human. Now, if I understood clearly, lately a group of your people has been causing some trouble lately, refusing to surrender peacefully and killing a lot of turians in a reckless way. What can you tell us about them?"

"They're doing a damn good job –OOMPH!- bitch!"

"Please don't be a fool. It doesn't have to be unpleasant. Anyway, it seems that the latest airstrikes have calmed them down a bit, possibly killed them all. We know that they are sporting surprisingly advanced combat armors, according to the reports. How many of them are there? What can you tell us about their capabilities? Answer!"

"I know nothing about no advanced suit! As far as I know, you fucking aliens killed or captured all of my men! Whoever are those people, I can tell you they're not mine, and as far as I'm concerned they can keep killing you all all they want!"

Vasira pulled her arm back, preparing to strike an other blow, when a massive explosion was heard nearby.

What.

You thought I was going to let a prime target like that to be left untouched? As soon as I noticed the antenna array on top of that particular tank, I knew I couldn't let an occasion like that pass. Antennas mean command vehicle, and with luck, by destroying it I was going to take out the fucker who ordered those airstrikes in the same occasion. So I patiently sneaked between patrols until I was at about 100 meters from it, and I fired a plasma ball through the door some careless alien had left open.

Boom.

Maximum armor.

At that point, I saw that I had started a massive shitstorm. I saw in my HUD that nearly every trooper in the area was coming to see what the fuck had caused their command vehicle to go up in flames seemingly spontaneously.

To add to the confusion, I didn't wait to do a power-jump behind three of the fuckfaces who were on the other side of the container I was hiding behind and peppered them with high-velocity bullets. They fired back. I didn't care. As expected, my shield failed rather quickly and the bullets began ricocheting on my suit, but by then it was over. I threw a grenade toward crates where I knew some aliens were going to come out thanks to second, and I switched back to stealth and ducked behind cover. And then I hear an EXPLOSION, man. Because apparently, all those containers and crates that were stored in this area were filled with some kind of fuel or ammo. There were flames everywhere, and the aliens were shouting like crazy. Then I –or was it SECOND that suggested it? I don't know- had an idea. I knew the efficiency of my cloak was severely limited by the fact that they were using thermal imaging. But what if suddenly the whole area was flaming hot?

I ran everywhere, spraying grenades and plasma balls at random, until a large perimeter ended up looking like a flaming inferno.

The aliens couldn't see shit. They were firing wildly anywhere they believed they saw me. Some of them even began to fire at each other. For my part, I added to the confusion by following my trusted protocol of running and jumping cloaked, decloaking, armoring up, killing, cloaking, and then rinse & repeat. The whole area was turning into a very litteral crossfire, and the situation was to my advantage.

Vasira stopped her blow, caught by surprise by the explosion. She turned to Tleilax, who suddenly looked like his worst nightmare had just come true.

"They're here… Inside the perimeter! They are HERE!"

Vasira ran out to see what the situation was.

It was chaos. There were explosions going off everywhere inside a storage area located just 200 meters from where she was, and the sound of gunfire was filling the air. She couldn't believe her eyes.

She drew her assault rifle and ran toward the area. She was a Spectre, and a trained asari commando. She figured she could handle a few humans, no matter how advanced their suits were. She was a powerful biotic, after all.

At 100 meters, she finally caught a glimpse of one of them. Turning visible in the middle of the flames, it quickly killed four turians with his rifle and jumped on a fifth before literally crushing his head with its fist and turning invisible again. It had looked like a tall male human, but dark and massively muscular, with a red visor and chrome-like joints.

She knew better than to mindlessly wander into this killzone. If she wanted to stop them (but was there really more than one of them?), she needed to be smart.

Whoever they were, they were certainly planning to pull out from there before the big guns, namely the turian tank, came to add their firepower to the current mayhem. She just needed to be on the likely escape route, and to be attentive so as to not be caught by surprise.

Ultimately, after having killed or severely wounded a few dozen of them (and a few more killed by their own pals), I had to get out of this mess, unless I wanted to face 4 tanks at once. Magic suit or not, I had my limits, and SECOND was bugging me about "CRITICAL THREATS" closing in on me.

So I left the party I had created unnoticed. Those idiots were still busy shooting each other, so it was relatively easy. I crossed their perimeter back, and proceeded to exit the area via a back alley, and everything was going fine, until a freight train hit me.

No. Really.

A fucking freight train, that was the only possibility. I was sent flying and I crashed in a wall about 10 meters from where I was. The only thing I saw was a blue halo coming fast at me, so fast that even with my enhanced reflexes I couldn't do shit to avoid it.

I quickly came back to my senses and then I saw her.

The Blue Bitch.

She was standing in the middle of the alley contemplating me in the process of getting up from a bunch of trash bins like some fucking dominatrix, with a contemptuous smirk on her face.

And then, before I could even draw my assault rifle, she did it again.

I swear it was like fucking magic. She suddenly glowed blue, and then I couldn't move a finger. The mighty Alcatraz, who came back from the dead with a kickass suit that made him a nearly unstoppable force on the battlefield, stuck in place like a garden gnome. Just like that.

She approached me slowly with a smug expression that seemed to say "I'm smarter than you", and stopped at just half a meter of me. Examining me, or more precisely examining the suit.

Then she spoke.

"So, human, you are the one that caused all these troubles? All by yourself? I must say that it's impressive, for such a young species."

What the hell. She spoke English now?

"I have to say that this suit of yours has impressive capabilities. I'm sure the turians will be quite happy to get their claws on it."

During that time, SECOND was far from inactive. It was using all it's processing power to figure out just what the fuck was keeping me from moving, and to find a way to break free. It had just found it.

"REROUTING 100% OF AVAILABLE POWER TO RIGHT ARM."

Oh yeah. Come closer, beauty.

And she did just that, putting her face just a few inches from my visor, staring where she figured my eyes were.

"And do you have a name, hum-arrk!"

It drained nearly half of my expanded energy reserve, but my right arm broke free from the stasis field and I grabbed her by the throat. Not wasting time, I threw her through the window of a nearby prefab and quickly followed.

To her credit, she was recovering quite quickly from her short flight, but not really enough. She saw me coming at her and attempted to place a jab in my stomach, but needless to say, those nano-abs are quite strong. Instead, she just nearly broke her fingers and cried out in pain, clutching her hand.

I backhanded her across the face, sending her unconscious to the ground.

The other aliens, only then realizing that I had left the party, were coming this way to investigate all the racket. Deciding quickly that I couldn't let this occasion pass, as she was as far as I knew the only alien that spoke english, I grabbed the unconscious bitch and put her over my shoulder potato bag-style, and then quickly fled at full speed to rejoin Snyder's position.

It seemed that I had made a prisoner. That was a first.

A/N: On a side note, i went back to playing some Crysis 2 multiplayer on PC, and oh my. I remember why i liked it so much. It's fast, brutal, unforgiving and a lot of fun, especially when you get high scores with a 32/2 k/d ratio. *brag* *brag*

Anyway, i mostly went back to playing it so i could get the feeling of the nanosuit back to get some inspiration for the action sequences. In the future, i'll try to stress the suit's abilities a bit more. Anyway. Any suggestions?