I'm back...from outer space! No, not really, but for as long as I've been gone it could have been. Anyways thank you to those who wanted me to keep publishing. I will try to finish this story, but it would help to have more reviews.

I'm happy to say that I have finally decided on the course I want to take after Galbatroix stroy arc. Granted that's still aways away.

Enough small talk I know what you came for.

Tal Requien made her apperance before the Nightwatch Council. As the Chamber of Seers had constant elder and students subjecting themselves to Envisionment a Daywatch and Nightwatch had been created to respond and check the severity of each vision. Each watch consisted of Havenguard's military and commoner consultants. The military consultants consisted of Ground, Naval, and Aerial forces. The commoner consultants were Seers, Forgers, Suppliers, and Craftors.

The six seats were elevated above the floor. Each seat had a round balcony for which each member may organize mission's necessary for each vision. All of the races of Haven Guard were present.

"My fellow Councilors, I have had a vision of most dire consequences if left unchecked." Tal began.

"Really, finally had a vision have we?" came the demeaning remark from Nightwatch Councilor Supplier Omni Strongarm.

Tal turned to regard her fellow human with a controlled face. As with any foreboding vision each Seer still had to appeal to the politics of council. Politics had never been her strong suit.

"Yes. One that you should take heed." she said trying to suppress the bite in her voice.

"What was the contents of your vision?" the Army Nightwatch Councilor Reager Suagumee. The Sangheili was direct and to the point.

Tal took a deep breath and let the memories come to her. She began with the a star falling from the sky before saying that the army of the Dark Gate stormed the capital. She believed it wise to start with this first as it would most likely capture the attention of the Councilors. Catch their attention it did, as most scoffed at the notion. She then added the detail of nothing less than what she considered to be a demon. Surprisingly this grabbed the attention of the council as they hung onto her every word.

"WAR? Whatever this creature is it surely thinks highly of itself. If it exists." Omni spoke scornfully.

Tal narrowed her eyes in frustration. Omni had always had a distaste for Seers, but this was beginning to cross the line.

"As much as I hate to admit it Omni has a point." Strauss Stewart the Naval Councilor spoke up. "None of the other seers have had a vision quite like yours. Besides visions of the destruction of Havenguard have been spoken for thousands of years."

"None of the Seers have had visions like this…which is all the more reason it should be looked into." a strong aged voice spoke up capturing everyone in the room.

The owner of the voice was none other than head seer Odin Orion. Rarely had he ever spoken amongst the Council.

"You can't be serious? From what little information we have gained we have no idea as to where to look for this 'demon'." Omni spoke heatedly.

"Many of our most famous seers have had a vision that only they have had. As to where to look I might have an idea from young Tal's description."

"Where then?" Reager asked cutting Omni off.

"Across the wild sea." he said bluntly. The following silence was deafening.

"Across the wild sea? Are you mad? The last time anyone was sent over they never came back. For all we know they could have fallen off the edge of the world." Ingmentium the Aerial Leader asked. The old dragon looked flabbergasted. Well as far as Tal could tell he was flabbergasted.

"I can assure Ingmentium that I am not mad. As to why none came back…maybe they didn't have a reason too." Odin said unruffled by the accusations of madness.

"So you're saying the sole reason no one came back was because they chose not too?" Omni asked skeptically.

"Yes." Odin responded before turning to Tal. "Tal my dear, please return to your quarters. You ship out tomorrow when the tides come in."

"You can't be serious!" Omni interrupted. "The cost of such an expeditionary force to venture across those waters is ungodly expensive. Such a cost would be a massive blow to the economy."

Tal's hope of seeking out her vision as many of the other Councilor's muttered in agreement.

"It doesn't have to be an expeditionary force. One ship will suffice to go out and confirm Tal's vision. As to paying for the expedition I have enough coinage to cover it." Odin said as calm as ever despite the sea of doubts that surrounded him.

Omni was actually shocked into silence by this show of charity. Odin said nothing, but the thin wisps of a smile could be seen from under his beard.

"We still have to decide on the ship and military escorts." Stewart said removing any doubt that Tal's quest would be embarked upon.

"As to that I have already a selection in mind." he spoke referring to each councilor.

Surprisingly each nodded to Odin, accepting that he had control. Odin turned to Tal and waved her off back to her chambers. Tal turned back the way she came a childish smile on her face. For the first time she would be embarking on a vision.

Had she known the consequences that her actions would unfold she might have not been so joyful.

Long after the others had gone to sleep Mirra stayed behind praying for her son. She prayed to the gods once more that the stranger could save her son. She stayed on her knees clasped in prayer as the moon made it cycle across the sky and the stars began to fade from view. The cold of the desert seeped into her bones, but she remained where she was. Her will alone gave the warmth she needed. It gave her the sustenance she needed to stay awake the entire night.

As the first rays of the dawning sun began to rise the doors to the Field Hospital opened with a soft whoosh. Mirra looked up hoping for the best, expecting the worst. There before her stood her grandson and a host of others. All of them looked tiered, beaten, but amazed to be alive. Seeing her the boy began to move toward her with tears in his eyes. She rose up to meet him as if the stiffness in her limbs had never existed They met each other half way embracing each other lovingly. Uncaring of the on lookers around them each broke down in tears of joy.

As the warmth of the sun touched her Mirra looked up to see the Spartan standing just outside the doors. His emotions on his face were loss to her. She looked at the reflective visor and seeing both of them in the loving embrace. As he turned and headed back in to those that still needed his attention Mirra thanked the good man that he was. Deep down she hoped the Spartan knew that he was a good man. Unbeknownst to her the Spartan did not think anything of himself other than what he had done and failed to do. He was too clouded by his past to see all the good he was doing in the present.

Jordan turned back into the Field Hospital to attend to his other patients. Well, he couldn't say most of them were his as the medical dollies took most of the work. The patients he had just let loose, after a very through explanation to drink plenty of water and eat heartily, were suffering of blood loss which was an easy thing to fix with blood bags stored in the Forever in His Hands. The boy had suffered a severe cut, but with the UNSC's level of medical technology he had it treated within the hour of administering treatment.

"How's the DNA categorizing coming?" he asked the Watcher.

Once more the A.I. produced the lettering on the inside of his helmet. Briefly he wondered why the A.I. was incapable of speech. All current A.I.'s that he knew of were equipped with speaking software.

HAVE FINISHED DNA READING OF HUMANS, DWARVES, AND URGALS

"Good. Can we begin treatment on the non-humans?"

ALREADY STARTED FLASH CLONNING LIMBS

The Spartan just nodded with satisfaction. He was surprised when he had received several dwarves and a few Urgals. With the two races he had no idea how their system would respond to his current treatments so he did the best he could with keeping them alive. So far none had yet to die. Technically he could bring them back to life as the UNSC had done it before on multiple occasions, but he would rather not waste the resources. Also it could be considered unethical by the people that he treated. As far as the Spartan was concerned his day had not ended or begun as he had a long list of things to do.

In the following day he attached several freshly grown arms and legs. He worked like a machine moving from one body to the next. He performed surgery on ten humans, four dwarves, and one Urgal. With the care of a demolition expert he attached the nerve ending of the respective recipient to the cloned limb. He had nearly lost one dwarf as he had under valued the dosage required to put him under. The Spartan had use his entire weight to keep the dwarf from hurting himself and…well maybe just to protect the dwarf. It took several seconds of struggle before a medical dolly applied the proper dose to put the dwarf back under. After that fiasco he made sure to apply an ample amount.

The Spartan stood in the Field Hospital's command center taking a break from surgery to recuperate. He drank a caffeine shot used by Navy personal on occasions requiring long durations of high alertness. The Spartan had begun to feel weary after the many surgeries that required his attention. In truth he could have the WATCHER assign one of the Surgeon droids to handle it, but he was limited in the number of the droids he had and their where many who required treatment. Besides this had given him the chance to see up close the three races that were dominant in the Varden.

Surprisingly and unsurprisingly the humans of this planet held no outstanding genetic differences from Earth's pre-Faster-Than-Light era. From the DNA readings of the other two races he made a discovery that would shock all of the races. The dwarves and Urgals had DNA characteristics that matched humanities in several key points. Granted there were still major differences. However if all the races present on the planet evolved naturally than it was possible that humans, dwarves, Urgals, and elves all shared a common ancestor. As to that theory Jordan doubted it, as their was to much of a Forerunner presence for this to have been a coincidence. There was no possible way humans could have developed naturally on separate planets. He had often wondered why the Forerunners had put all their eggs in one basket and put humanity on just one planet. It would make much more sense to distribute humanity on a broad scale to ensure a planet's destruction didn't kill off all of humanity and leave the Halo's without one to activate them.

As he swigged his drink he looked at a three dimensional build of an Urgal on a holo table. The image was generated using the DNA pattern of the blood sample that he had obtained. This unique feature had allowed doctors of the UNSC to view the human body from multiple angles. Another unique feature was that it could remove different layers so that doctors could get a better look at their patients. Jordan studied the body as one would treat an Urgal and how to take one down if necessary. He followed the old age philosophy that if you knew how it worked you knew how to break it. The Urgal was a thick skin raced whose strength was just below par of a Spartan. Like a human they had similar pressure point locations, but were fewer in number thanks to a redundant nervous system. It would definitely be harder to take this creature down in hand to hand combat, but not impossible.

FINISHED PATIENT EVALUATION. CAN RELEASE PATIENTS IN ROOM 001 TO 009.

As he stared down at the list of rooms he recalled the races that would be released. That would be two humans, five dwarves, and the last two Urgals. Good that would leave him with a manageable number of eighteen he though brief subtracting the number that he would be able to release. He figured he would start with the humans and finish with the Urgals. Among the three races under his care the Urgals were the ones most violent upon waking.

Finishing his drink he took his helmet from the holotable and headed out the door. Rushing hair hissed by the Spartan's face as the armor resealed.

"Back to work." He thought absentmindedly. "Still prefer a firefight over this though."

As per usual as his patients came too they were disoriented and confused. He woke them up one at a time so he could deal with each one individually. The reason he had kept his patients under was two fold. It allowed them to ignore some of the pain that was standard with recuperation, and it made them much easier to deal with rather than if they had been conscious. It may have been unethical, but Jordan never took the oath so it didn't bother him.

He had awaken the dwarves and humans first as they were easier to deal with. Like clock work when the dwarves or humans were waking up they would curse at their grogginess before he stepped into view. Their eyes would go wide with fear. While they were still coming out of their drug induced coma they would panic and try to get away. To the Spartan it would have been comical had he not spent hours trying to save them. It took several minutes but eventually he was able to calm them down. The fact that they weren't meeting their creator convinced them of his sincerity.

Now it was onto the Urgals. "Oh, joy." thought the Spartan.

The Field Hospital was rather open as the anti-bacteria field reduced the chances of infection to almost zero. However, the designers knew that it was good to have quarantined areas designed in case of serious emergencies. This quarantine sector was where he had stored the Urgals as it was more reinforced than the other areas. Upon entering the room he saw the two Urgals sprawled over their respective beds. Both beds hydralics were strained to keep the muscled beings up.

Jordan stared at the two unable to tell which he should wake up first. Waking them both up at the same time was a foolish move. He could handle them sure, but that didn't mean he wanted to. The one on his right was bigger, but the one on his left was smaller but bore more scars. So the smaller one was either the more foolish fighter or the more aggressive of the two.

He reasoned that he would start with the small one as it would probably be easier to deal with. With an unspoken command the Watcher began to wake up the Urgal that the Spartan began to walk to. He examined the heart monitor as the frequency of the Urgals heart beat began to increase dramatically.

The Urgals eyes fluttered open and closed. It moved its horned head side to side to shake its vision clear. Arms and legs began to flex. Jordan stayed a ways back just out of arm length before addressing the Urgal.

"Hey, can you hear me?"

The Urgal drowsily moved its head toward him. It's eyes dilated as the Urgal brought him into focus.

"How you…" the Spartan never got to finish his sentence as anger flashed across the Urgal's face. Once more he had misjudged the creature's of this land as the Urgal rose quicker than he could react and hit him right in the chest. Jordan stumbled backwards under the blow. By his standards the blow was weak as it didn't even buckle his unshielded armor and the only reason the Urgal got a lucky hit was because he wasn't expecting it to recover so quickly.

Looking back up he saw the Urgal getting ready to charge him. He hadn't bothered restraining them as none of the restraints he had would fit around them. The Urgal gave a low bellow before charging forward. As the Urgal hadn't fully recovered so it stumbled as it sped toward him. Painfully slow by his standards. The Urgal pulled back its hand for another blow while Jordan remained unmoved as he recalled the pressure points on an Urgal body. The punch came forward and the Spartan ducked under it. With cobra like quickness the Spartan responded his own counter attack with a blow, square on the Urgals chin. The Urgal's head snapped back by the "light" smack that he had given it. With it caught off guard he danced his finger across the Urgal's chest hitting where he guessed the pressure points would be. The Urgals fell to the ground.

"Good to see that my guess was correct."

CORRECT? THAT YOU COULD LAY HIM OUT FLAT WITH ONE HIT? WHAT WAS ALL THAT TICKLING FOR THEN? The Watcher communicated to him.

"It was a light blow. That tickling as you call was me hitting his pressure points." Jordan responded back clearly annoyed.

A LIGHT BLOW? I THINK YOU BROKE HIS FREAKING NECK!

"I didn't hit him that hard."

SEVERAL OF HIS TEETH ARE ON THE FLOOR AND HE HAS BLOOD COMING OUT HIS NOSE!

"He's still breathing." the Spartan responded flatly.

YOU HAVE A HORRIBLE BED SIDE MANOR.

Jordan moved to the next giving this time more room between him and the much larger Urgal. The Urgal twitched it's head side to side before raising itself on its bed. It brought its right hand up to meet its face. Its eyes snapped open as it stared amazed at the limb.

"You don't know how much it was of a pain it was to reattach it."

The Urgal snapped its attention to him still amazed.

"By the Gods! What magic is this? I had lost my entire arm yet here it is whole." looking to him for an answer.

Jordan had his half way open as he was going to explain the process but then closed it as he thought the level of knowledge would go right over the Urgal's head.

"Let's not worry about that. You have your arm back and that's all that matters."

"How can I ever repay you?" asked the Urgal sincerely.

Jordan found this surprising as that these creatures would be more akin to Brutes. It was nice to see something that could rip a man in half that at least had manners.

"You can carry him." Jordan said jerking a thumb at the still unconscious Urgal.

"What did you do? It looks like you broke his freaking neck."

Jordan snorted unamused as the Watcher sent a message of HAHA LOL LOL LOL HAHA.

Reviews please. I like to know the ideas and thoughts of my readers.

Their will be an Eragon and Ayra pairing. Their will be both serious and humerous interactions between Shakii and Jordan.

2 good 2 kill signing off.