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Hey guys I'm back again with chapter 4 and as promised we have a bit more action this time. So I still felt kinda bad about how long it took me to get chapter three out, and I wanted to make up for it by getting this one out a bit early. Also I decided to try out slightly longer chapters. I would love to know what you all think about the format.

DISCLAIMER:

I do not own RWBY or Destiny. They are owned by Rooster Teeth and Bungie respectively.

Chapter 4: Initiation pt2

Max awoke feeling better rested than he ever had in a long time. Ozpin had said that this was only a guest bed but Max had grown used to cots on missions and his bed back at the Tower, and those rooms had been built with the intention of storing many Guardians in one place, not for comfort. Comparing the two, Max felt like he had just slept on a cloud. [Ready for whatever Ozpin has planned for us?] "Definitely. I feel great." Max said as he began stretching to help wake up. Spark shimmered into the room above the queen sized bed in the room that had been given to the pair. The guest rooms even had their own bathroom attached in the rooms. After a quick shower. Max felt ready for Ozpin's test.

Ozpin had given Max one of Remnant's communication devices, a scroll he had called it. Spark simply kept it digitized in his inventory where he could monitor any messages it received. Apparently Ozpin wanted to meet Max at the Beacon cliffs for the test. After a quick breakfast, Max found himself up at the top of a cliff standing on what looked to be some form of launch pad listening to Ozpin explain the parameters of the test. "Normally we send all of the students in the incoming year out but this will be your challenge alone." Ozpin stopped his speech noticing the Max had not donned the armor that Qrow had first described but was rather was once again wearing his Beacon t-shirt and jeans. "Forgive me but I had expected you to be wearing your combat gear." Max chuckled he had let Spark take one last look at his armor to make sure that it had been fully repaired from their arrival on Remnant. "Just getting some last minute touch ups. Are the cameras off?" Ozpin looked like he was going to try to play coy with the subject. "Ruby told me that the first years have their initiation broadcast live to the school so I'm assuming that the same is being done for this." Ozpin smiled. "I see. The cameras will go live when you leave the cliff." Max nodded. "In that case, Spark if everything looks ok, do you mind helping me get dressed for the occasion?" [Anything special you want to make it look good for the camera?] Nothing too fancy for now. Let's stick with something we know works. I'll need Shadow Price and keep the Matador and Raze Lighter prepped. And if you want to make it look good then let's use a bit of shock and awe shall we? [Striker?] You know it. Max spread his feet a bit wider than shoulder width apart and moved his arms out a bit from his sides. Suddenly a shower of shimmering light engulfed the titan and moments later the light was gone and Max was left standing clad once again in his heavy armor with Shadow Price mag locked to his back. Max lightly rocked back and forth on his feet, mentally preparing himself and just overall happy to be back in what he knew. "An impressive display." Ozpin said slightly amused at how relaxed the titan's movements had suddenly become now that he was back in his armor. "Your objective will be to find a temple to the north housing several various relics. Your objective will be to retrieve one of those relics and return here. Be warned there will be plenty of Grimm between you and your objective, normally there would be a large group of students in the forest with you to divide the attention of the Grimm, this obviously will not be the case during your test." Max nodded all business. "Head north to the temple, retrieve a relic, and return here, shouldn't be a problem." "In that case good luck." There was a soft click under his feet and suddenly Max was airborne above the Emerald Forest.

In the main dining area of Beacon Academy all the tables had been moved into a nearby storage room and the students had all gathered to watch the introduction of the student that apparently would also serve as the new assistant combat instructor. Ruby and her sister Yang stood together watching the screen alongside their new teammates, Weiss and Blake. With the four stood Jaune, Nora, Pyrrha, and Ren, the individuals that had aided team RWBY in initiation and then been formed into team JNPR. "Whoa, check out that crazy armor!" Jaune said somewhat jealously. "I've never seen armor like that before. It almost looks more like a robot from a science fiction film than a suit." Pyrrha said in agreement with her partner. "You know I'm not sure what I was expecting Max's combat clothes to look like when we met him, but it certainly wasn't something this cool." Ruby said to her sister. "Wait, you know him? How would you know him?" Weiss asked the younger girl in a surprised tone bordering on accusatory. Ruby seemed to shrink back slightly Weiss had still not quite come to terms with Ruby being made leader of their team and Ruby did not want to cause any more issues than there needed to be. Yang came to her sister's rescue as she stared at the screen, not noticing her sister's plight. "Yeah Rubes and I ran into him a couple weeks back, but we only talked for like a minute cause he said he had somewhere to be." "Strange that he has not moved to stop his fall yet." Blake said studying the display with a critical eye. Just as she finished her statement, a strange aura appeared all over the Max's armored figure and his decent slowed greatly and allowed him to land gently on the ground. "How did he do that?" Ruby asked in awe. The others around her were too glued to the screen to notice her question.

Alright Spark did you get enough of a scan to figure out where we need to go? [Of course I did. You didn't just bring me along for my good looks did you?] Spark said in a fake hurt tone. Max rolled his eyes as a waypoint appeared on his display. "Fine stupid question" Max said taking off towards his objective at a light jog. Max made no attempt to be quite this time. Part of the point of this exercise was to show what Max could do, and that would not happen if Max spent his time avoiding the enemy. Max had been itching for a proper fight for a while now. Sitting still for the past weeks just did not feel right to him as a titan and he felt right at home charging into enemy lines again, as any titan should. Max moved into a small clearing in the forest. A pack of six beowolves had taken notice of Max's approach and turned to face him, snarling. Max didn't bother to stop as his opponents tried to stare him down. Rather he increased his speed to a full on sprint straight at the pack's alpha that stood nearly one and half times the height of the rest of the pack. The alpha howled angrily, spurring the other five around it into action as it led the charge at Max.

Back at Beacon, the students looked on as what was likely to be the first of many encounters was about to begin. "What is he doing? Why has he not drawn his weapon? It's obviously meant to be used from a distance, so why is he just running at them?" Weiss asked failing to understand the titan's tactic. How could someone that was supposed to be a combat instructor be even more reckless than Ruby? At least the dolt was smart enough to draw her weapon when she threw caution to the wind. "No wait." Jaune said looking closely at the screen. "Does he look like he's... glowing to anybody else?" The others took a second look at the screen and noticed that in fact he was. Max looked like there was some form of energy amassing right in front of him with small waves of it falling off and behind him.

Max could feel the Arc energy coursing around him and continued to charge after the alpha. Max and the alpha closed to within three meters of each other. Max unleashed the energy that he had been storing up within him into one savage attack. He threw himself with all his might at the alpha as he channeled all of the Arc Light that he had built up into his body. The three-meter gap between Max and his target was closed almost instantly by Max as he placed his right shoulder directly under the rib cage of the alpha. The creature was lifted completely off of its feet. Shortly after impact with the alpha. Max planted his feet and came to a sudden stop, effectively throwing the alpha to the other side of the clearing. The alpha let out a surprised whine as it flew and crashed through a tree trunk, then rolled up against another tree where it let out one last pathetic whimper before slumping over, dead. The five remaining beowolves turned around to once again face Max but this time hesitated when they saw what had happened to their leader. Max smirked in his helmet. It seemed that no matter the enemy, a good old-fashioned shoulder charge could still work wonders for breaking their lines. Max drew his weapon and opened fire on the beowolves. Max learned that while the Grimm were ferocious, they lacked one crucial element that even the lowest of Max's other foes had, armor. One never even knew what happened as three successive rounds punctured its head. Another danced to the barking of Max's rifle before the remaining three were able to reach Max's position. Max ducked under a vicious swipe from the first Grimm to reach him. Before the second beowolf could reach him, Max fired a round into each of its kneecaps, immediately sending it to the ground. The third beowolf hesitated a moment longer and had hoped to allow its pack mates to distract Max before it came in to finish him. Max placed his rifle back onto his back and focused his Arc Light into his right fist. As the creature dove for Max with its jaws open in an attempt to end Max instantly. Max sent his fist into the creature's lower jaw and unleashed all of the voltage he had stored into the Grimm, disintegrating it entirely. Max turned back to face the first beowolf that had its left arm extended toward Max in an attempt to grab him and bring him to the ground as it leapt at him. Max grabbed the beowolf's wrist with his right hand. Max's left hand grabbed the creature's chest. Max's left hand kept the creature suspended in the air as his right hand flipped it over his head. Max slammed the Grimm on its back onto the downed beowolf. Max pressed his boot onto the creature's chest as he reached back to once again grab Shadow Price. Max emptied the magazine of Shadow Price into the two beowolves trapped beneath his boot.

[When you're done playing with the wildlife we do still have an objective to accomplish here.] Spark said, amused that Max had decided to engage the beowolves at close range rather than simply pick them off from a distance. At least Max had taken to heart Spark's advice about putting on a bit of a show. "I thought this is what you wanted." Max said, turning back to continue towards the ruined temple. "First you want me to make it look good for the camera and now I'm taking too long?" Max shook his head exasperated with his Ghost and once again was jogging.

In Beacon's dining hall, the general mood of the room was impressed. "Uh, did he just kill an alpha with nothing but his shoulder?" Jaune asked, slightly intimidated now by the thought that the person responsible for such a feat would soon be involved in combat classes. "I got the impression that he was strong, but I've got to admit that was... shocking." Yang chimed in with a grin on her face. The rest of team RWBY collectively face-palmed. They had not yet been a team for even a week and everyone was already at wit's end with Yang's puns. A quota was going to need to be set for the sake of everyone's sanity. "Was that electricity his semblance?" Jaune asked, opting to ignore team RWBY's troubles. "It could be. If it is it is a powerful one for sure, but I've never heard of a semblance quite like that before." Pyrrha answered and seemed deep in thought. If that was his semblance, why would he use it so soon? Semblances required one to tap into their aura reserves to use. The only people that could afford to use them so freely were people with semblance like Weiss or Ruby that required very little aura to use or like Jaune who had very large aura reserves. It certainly did not appear that Max's semblance would have an insignificant drain on his aura. Could it be that he relied on his armor to provide defense while he focused his aura into his semblance? If that was the case Pyrrha could see Max being a very powerful opponent in the combat arena.

Max had only just made it to the edge of the clearing when his motion tracker lit up indicating something approaching from ahead. Likely whatever it was, it had been attracted by the sounds of battle. Max drew his Shadow Price as he left the clearing behind him and once again was stepping his way through a light underbrush. Max had been expecting to run into a straggler from the pack of beowolves that he had just defeated. Instead Max found himself face to face the a much larger Grimm, in the shape of what looked like a bear. "Spark what is this thing?" Max asked with his rifle trained on the beast's head as it stood on its hind legs and issued a challenging roar. [It's called an ursa. Obviously its bigger and stronger than the beowolves you've faced up till this point, but it also seems to be slower and less maneuverable. I'd recommend trying to stay behind it if you can. Its hide also seems to be significantly thicker so you'll want to concentrate your fire.] "Got it." Max said processing his Ghost's words as a plan began to form. As far as Max was concerned, this ursa was another member of the Cabal, its tactics would assume that its weight and size gave it the advantage. Like the Cabal, Max would make this ursa reconsider that assumption.

"Now we'll see what he can do against an opponent that he can't just run over." Weiss said. His approach may have worked against those beowolves, but it had been sorely lacking in finesse. Who was this Max character anyway? Pyrrha Nikos was the four-time winner of Mistral's biggest combat tournament and she was starting out on the same level as her fellow first years. Weiss had never even heard of Max and at just a year older he had somehow been raised to the level of assistant combat instructor? Something was not right about this and Weiss was determined to find out what it was about Max that he was given special treatment. Ruby on the other hand was excited to see what else Max could do. "Yeah." The younger girl added. "The way he handled those beowolves was so cool. I want to see what he does against this ursa." The room went quite as the screen displayed Max beginning the battle by opening fire on the creature's head. The ursa flinched from the first impact and quickly brought its paws up in front in a defensive gesture to save itself from further harm. Weiss scoffed. There was no denying that Max's weapon was powerful, but regardless it would take a lot more than that to bring down an ursa. Max seemed to notice that his rounds were having no effect and switched tactics. Max kept firing at the ursa but used his left hand to throw something at the ursa. Max stopped firing and took the time to reload. When the ursa felt the bullets stop, it threw its arms behind itself and gave an enraged roar at Max. Just as the beast went down on all fours to quickly close the gap between it and the source of its rage, a brilliant blue flash went off between its front paws. The ursa was knocked back onto its hind legs again before eventually stumbling backwards and tripping onto its back. The ursa's body was smoking slightly from some of its fur being singed by the untold voltage that had coursed through its body. The ursa oddly did not move to get back up immediately as Weiss expected. Ursai were known for being tenacious. Instead the beast just shook its head violently and scratched at its face like it had suddenly been blinded. Weiss realized that was exactly what had happened. The grenade Max had thrown was not meant to kill the ursa, but to blind it. Max began walking up to the creature and move around to the head, now brandishing a shotgun that Weiss had never noticed before. Could that be his rifle's other form? It would make sense why it hit so hard if the weapon was only meant to be used from a distance. Max reached the head of the ursa just as it seemed to get its bearings again. Before it could even roll over however Max fired his shotgun once and the now headless ursa slumped back down, already starting to fade away. Weiss wouldn't admit it but the she was somewhat impressed with how little effort it had taken Max to defeat the ursa. That feeling quickly changed to one of annoyance. All that she had seen so far was that he had an impressive bag tricks that came in handy in a few situations and had not yet seen any noteworthy skill from Max. Weiss had personally designed her rapier, Myrtenaster, to be the epitome of versatility, so what was it that separated him from the rest of the students.

"Better?" Max asked with grin as he placed his Matador 64 shotgun back onto his back. [Meh. I have notes.] "Of course you do." Max chuckled. "Everyone's a critic." Max decided that he had wasted enough time and took off at a more purposeful run towards the temple. A few minutes later Max emerged from the forest to find an open plain. On the other side Max could see a grey, stone, circular pad built into the ground. It was obvious that there had once been more to the structure. On the opposite side of the pad there were pillars that had crumbled an untold number of years ago. Max felt a pang of anger at the sight. I guess it doesn't matter where you go. The Darkness still rends and destroys what the Light creates. [Well, on the other side of that coin, now it doesn't matter where you go. There will always be Guardians to stand between the Darkness and the innocents.] Spark said calmly into Max's head, trying to help his Guardian. As Max approached the circular platform he saw that there were several waist height pillars that clearly were not as old as their surroundings. Some of the pillars had small objects on them that Max assumed were the relics while others were empty, likely the relics that had been taken during the first years' initiation had not yet been replaced. "Chess pieces?" Max asked. [What did you expect? If there were actual relics of the past to be found here, they would be sending archeologists with armed escort to recover them. Not a bunch of trigger happy kids trying to earn their place in a school.] Max shrugged. "So which one should we grab then?" [Do you think they have some special meaning behind them?] "If so, I guess I should go for what best represents me?" Max asked wondering what piece he should grab. Max settled on a white knight piece, deciding that the knight's ability to quickly change tactics between offense and defense, as well as its usefulness at breaking an opponent's lines best represented Max's role as a titan. "Alright now we just need to make it back." Max said as he placed the piece inside a pouch on his belt so the cameras would not see Spark place it into his digital inventory. Max could see part of Beacon's cliffs from where he was and decided he would head in that direction rather than back through the forest, if for no other reason than Max didn't want to be surprised by another ursa.

Max came to a stop at the base of the cliff, where there was another, much larger temple built partially into the side off the cliff wall. Before Max could begin climbing his way up the cliff; however, he first had to make his way across a large canyon. It appeared that at one point the temple had spanned the gap as there were remnants of bridges across. Closer inspection showed that while time had definitely taken its toll on the structure, a fair bit of the damage the temple had sustained was done recently. "Of course getting back would be the hardest part." Max complained as he was trying to judge what jumps he could make and what parts of the structure would be able to support his weight. An ear splitting screech and the sound of some of the stone pillars behind Max being shattered answered his complaint. [I seriously am going to kill you the next time I hear you say something that stupid.] Spark deadpanned. A giant scorpion came lumbering out of the shelter it had been hiding in and set its six eyes on Max's form. The creature was covered in thick plates of bony armor and it was clear that Max's rifle would do nothing to the creature's armor. It had two large pinchers that looked powerful enough to snap a person in half with relative ease, and Max was not very interested in learning if his armor would be enough to save him should he find himself in the creature's grasp. The thing was also sporting a large golden stinger that hung lazily above its armored head but looked like it could be even more dangerous than the claws. Spark piped up in Max's head. [Apparently this thing is called a deathstalker, appropriate name if you ask me, and this looks to be quite a large specimen. The data I've been able to find suggests that they tend to use their claws to defend themselves and the stinger on its back can deliver lightning fast attacks.] "Well this may be a bit interesting." Max said more to himself than to Spark.

The members of sister teams, RWBY and JNPR worriedly watched the scene on the monitors unfold. Jaune leaned towards his partner at his side, "I thought you said the deathstalker we fought was unusually big. How is there already another just as big back there?" Pyrrha thought about his question but it was Weiss who answered. "Well, deathstalkers are thought to mate for life. I suppose this one could have followed the tracks to where we killed its mate." "Oh great, so we delivered a giant, angry, widowed deathstalker to the new teacher. Talk about pranking the new guy." Yang joked. "Shush!" Weiss hissed out annoyed with her company. "I only answered Jaune's question so everyone would be quiet. I want to see what happens." Weiss turned her attention back to the screen and narrowed her gaze as Max seemed to finish studying his opponent. At least he had finally found something that he would not carelessly throw himself at, and would actually think before he acted.

Max knew this fight was going to last longer than the others. According to Ozpin last night, despite their ferocious nature, it was actually possible for Grimm to learn as they aged. If the scars on the deathstalker's bone armor meant anything, this deathstalker had more than its fair share of years and battles to learn from. It would likely be too prepared for a simple to charge to yield anything other than a swift death for Max. Max did not want to give the deathstalker any time to realize that it had him trapped between it and the chasm behind Max. He ran to his right, circling around the deathstalker, careful to stay out its stinger's reach. Once Max had reversed his and the creature's positions, he fired a burst of rifle straight into its face. Max knew that his weapon would have no chance at puncturing the thick armor, but he wanted to gauge its reaction. It seemed that despite max's weapon posing no threat, the deathstalker would still listen to its instinctive self-preservation instincts. The creature's massive claws quickly raised to protect its face from Max's weapon. While the rounds bounced harmlessly off the thick claws, the action left the deathstalker effectively covering its eyes. So it can attack or defend, but it doesn't look like it can do both well at the same time. Just means I need to keep it on its heels and find something to do about that stinger. Max backed away from his enemy to allow himself some space and took stock of the area around him. It seems that the shelter the deathstalker had burst out of still had some columns that were left standing at about a story tall. One of those could prove useful. Max reached back as he channeled his Light. Raze-lighter's hilt materialized in Max's hand and he "drew" the jagged bladed sword, making it appear as though it was stored in a sheath built into his armor. Max held the meter-and-half long blade in a two handed grip in front of him and he poured his Light into the weapon. The blade burst into flames before him and Max could feel their hunger. With your own hands you forged the mighty Raze-Lighter. Now take it in hand and feed its flames. Max remembered the Crucible handler, Lord Shaxx's, voice in his head. Max switched his grip to hold the blade off-center to the right as he charged the deathstalker, aiming for the beast's left side.

Max knew that in order to take out the deathstalker he would need to either take out its eyes or the stinger. The creature would likely be able to quickly get its claws between its face and any attack Max made but would struggle to be as quick to do the same for its stinger. The deathstalker's right claw came across its body, straight for Max's neck trying to end the conflict before it began. Max easily slapped it away with the flat of Raze-Lighter and kept charging. Max swung his sword toward the joint of the front left leg of the deathstalker but only managed to drag the blade across the thick armor of its left claw. Max made a quick half-spin to his left and leaned back slightly to narrowly avoid the golden stinger coming for his heart almost faster than he could react. Perfect. In an instant, Max poured his Light into Raze-Lighter and the blade became a roaring inferno. Max brought the blade in an upward one-handed strike with so much force that he brought himself nearly a meter off of the ground. The deathstalker's screeched in agony at the loss of its stinger as Max landed in a slight crouch to the creature's left. Max was not expecting to deathstalker to react as quickly as it did, and was not prepared for the creature to retaliate by swatting him away with the broad side of its claw. Max found himself sprawled in front one of the pillars of the ruined temple that was roughly 10 meters tall. Max quickly pushed himself back up onto his feet and prepared to face the deathstalker as it started to charge at him. Max was surprised at the speed that the creature was able to close the distance with him given that it had taken some time to turn in Max's direction. Max jumped and used his Lift to bring himself above the deathstalker and out of the danger of being trampled to death. Max began to draw out all of the Arc Light that he could muster and felt it course through his veins as he landed gently atop the pillar. The deathstalker screeched in rage at the prey that had wounded it and now sat safely out of its reach. Max jumped again as the deathstalker rammed the pillar and toppled it in an attempt to bring Max back into its reach. Max continued to channel all the Arc Light he could as he used his Lift once again to stay in the air as long as he could. The deathstalker looked around in confusion assuming that Max would have fallen with the pillar. Well Spark you wanted it to look good. I'd say that this is about as flashy as it gets. Max's lift cut out as he felt the Arc Light in his body nearly become too much for him to contain. No point in holding it back any further. The deathstalker looked up in time to see Max begin his decent towards it. Max's body had accumulated so much Arc Light that his whole body was glowing a brilliant blue with the electricity that was flowing freely across him, and he focused all of it into his fists as he raised them above his head during his fall. The deathstalker screeched, unable to stop Max from impacting on its head. Max's feet landed just behind the creature's eyes and he brought his fists down with a thunderous explosion in the middle of its back. Max's feet impacted with the ground as the deathstalker disintegrated beneath him from the immeasurable amounts of Arc energy that passed through it. Max bent over at the waist and put his hands on his knees, panting. "In hind sight, perhaps that was a little too much power there. I think that might have been more juice than necessary." [Well at least it looked good right?] Spark joked as he sarcastically imitated Max's voice. "Just shut up." Max said suppressing his laughter. "We've got to get up to the top. I bet Ozpin is waiting for us."

Beacon's dining hall had become a mixture of cheers and expressions of awe at Max's display. "Wow! That was amazing! Did you see that?" Ruby exclaimed, unable to form much more rational thought. "Of course I saw it. How would anybody have missed that?" Weiss answered. Weiss had to admit, that was an impressive display of power. But other than a powerful semblance, and even that she was still currently questioning, Weiss had not seen anything that she thought was worth Max being elevated to a position above her. There was something off about him, and Weiss was determined to figure it out. "Oh come on Weiss, you're just jealous that he got to show off on his own and you had to run with the rest of us." Yang said with a grin. "That's not true I just don't understand what it is that makes him so special. How can you not be the least bit curious about that? Even Pyrrha was given the same initiation as us and is still a regular student like us. What could possibly set him so far apart that he wasn't?" JNPR could not help overhearing RWBY's conversation. Jaune and Pyrrha were casting sideways glances at the group, unsure of what to do. Nora seemed to be in her own happy world, and Ren remaining the ever stoic figure, seemed content to let the conversation run its course. "Well perhaps we should take it upon ourselves to meet our new instructor. Maybe if we do, we would see in him what others apparently do?" Pyrrha offered cheerfully hoping to diffuse the situation. Weiss only huffed in frustration. It was clear she was outnumbered in her opinion, but maybe meeting the newcomer would either answer her questions or the others would agree with her, either way, she was at least willing to admit that nothing would be solved arguing here. "Fine, and when we meet him you'll all see that I was right. Right now I have homework to get done." Weiss said walking back to the RWBY dorm room. Ruby and Yang shared a confused look. "Uh, Weiss you know that assignment that professor Oobleck gave us isn't due until next week right?" The elder sister questioned. "So? Just because I have to wait seven days to turn it in does not mean I have to wait six days to start it." The heiress called back over her shoulder. " You know Yang she does make a fair point. If we've got nothing to do for now we might as well at least get started on it." Ruby said, intentionally loud enough for Weiss' retreating form to hear. Ruby desperately wanted to earn the heiress' respect, if for no other reason than her team's cohesiveness would suffer as long as Weiss questioned Ruby's ability to lead it. "Well guys, it is starting to get close to dinner time and they're going to need us to clear out of here to get set up, not to mention I bet the new instructor is going to be pretty tired after his initiation. How about we all agree to get a somewhat early night tonight and meet him tomorrow?" Jaune suggested, regaining control of his voice after the tension in the room died down somewhat. When nobody objected JNPR and the remnants of RWBY began making their way collectively back to their dorm rooms. Jaune may be behind his friends when it came to combat and classes, but sisters were devious creatures. Growing up with seven meant that Jaune was basically an expert at reading people, even though he would never admit it. If Jaune could tell anything from Weiss, whether Max knew it or not, he was in for an interesting conversation tomorrow.

A/N:

Alright everyone, I promised more action in chapter 4 and I hope I delivered on the expectations set. Like I said, I rushed this one out early to try to make up for the huge delay in chapter 3. From here on out updates will come out roughly once a week. As always any thoughts, comments, questions, and suggestions are welcomed. Until next time.

-Stalkorc