Chapter 10: Reprieve

The initial panic which had gripped the Tower and its populace had largely faded away now that the Vanguard had cleared the entry of Fireteams into old London. Though the Planet Crackers still had an iron grip on most of the city, the loss of one of their largest command centres had crippled their ability to coordinate defence against roving bands of Guardians, and the City was soon receiving a flood of new intel from the ground as the Fireteams began to claw back ground and capture enemy strongpoints.

Alas, only the more experienced Guardians were making any leeway in Old London. The less experienced ones were being chewed up and spat out.

"Those poor kids," sighed Cayde in the Vanguard Hall, peering over the holographic depiction of Old London, with flashing green triangles representing known Guardians in the field, and red triangles representing Cabal positions. There were more red triangles than green. A lot more. "They're marching straight into the grinder."

"They're eager to gain the glory," Ikora replied, standing opposite him. "And so they chase the coat-tails of their elders, to try and gain said glory."

"We need to make it clear to them that Old London should be off limits to them until they have more experience," Zavala added, waving off a support Frame seeking his authority on some decision. "They're better off aiding our efforts on other worlds rather than running into the enemy's guns."

"Won't argue with you on that, Zavala," Cayde responded, standing up straight and stretching his arms up above his head. "So…what about that intel Opal and Onyx got from the cruiser? Any leads on that juicy, juicy loot? Even though I am still stuck here on Vanguard duties…"

"Ahem," Ikora said softly, before she pressed some keys on her side of the table and the image changed to that of one which had been recovered from the immense haul of data that had been taken from the cruiser before its scuttling. It showed a topographic representation of a large plain, marked with mountain ranges and a huge structure at the bottom edge. Large red arrows advanced up to the walls that ringed the structure. Then the display flicked to another grainy image that showed a different view of the same approach, this time from the south.

It was showing the area around the City.

"They were planning an assault on the City itself," Zavala said grimly, lowering his chin down into his chest as he kept his arms propped up on the table. "If we hadn't found them when we did, we might still have been completely ignorant of this."

"Traveller's Light," whispered Ikora. "What could we do against that?"

"What can we do?" shrugged Cayde, his tone plain. "We all know that most of the gun batteries stationed on the walls are either rusted, or destroyed thanks to the Fallen and Twilight Gap. And don't get me started on the fact the shell stockpiles are almost non-existent"-

"That's enough, Cayde," Zavala said, cutting Cayde off mid-rant. The Hunter Vanguard made a dismissive noise in his mechanical throat and turned away, pacing away a short distance. "I am aware of the situation with the guns. We still have enough that are workable on the North walls."

"And the shells?" asked Cayde.

"We need to coordinate with Banshee and the other support staff in the Tower," Zavala reasoned. "We need to find a way to forge ammunition for the guns, even if they are just jury-rigged ammunition. We forge enough armour and weapons for our Guardians, we can find a way to supply the gun platforms."

"That's all well and good, Zavala," Cayde answered, "but this isn't a band of scavengers we're facing this time – we're facing a race who were built from the ground-up to wage war, and more importantly, win those wars. You think a thirty-pound shell is going to take down a Cabal Harvester?"

"We have no other choice, Cayde," Ikora interrupted, before Cayde could lose his composure anymore. "We're endured for this long, and we will have to keep enduring. For the Traveller, for Humanity."

"Well," Cayde said, a smile forming on his face, "I hope that doesn't become the epitaph on our mass grave."

The Memorial Gardens.

Situated on one of the lower levels of the Tower, on the south side so that it got the full benefit of the sun's warmth, the gardens existed purely to serve as a lasting monument to all those Guardians who had come and gone before, those who had made the ultimate sacrifice in the name of defending humanity.

The walls and support pillars were plain white, the floor forged from marble slabs, twisting and turning routes through batches of planted trees that had once covered most of the planet, and thick bunches of vegetation filled the spaces in between. Thick bundles of reeds or bamboo stretched to the ceiling, or brightly coloured buds and tubers in all colours refracted multi-coloured light across the marble floors and fixtures, and flanked the numerous graves.

Though graves was too simple a word to explain the structures which filled the Memorial Gardens in their hundreds. Each one was more of a memorial to a departed Guardian, since the body of each one who was beyond a simple resurrect was often burned as a symbolic show of returning their Light to the Traveller. Each was practically unique, some with a traditional oval shape, others like a Templar's cross, others like a three-leafed clover, and many made of unique materials including marble, sandstone and even onyx in some cases.

One thing they all shared though was the inscription of the fallen Guardian's name, the icon representing what class they followed, and a short inscription attributed to each one when they still lived. Over there, was a polished onyx slab dedicated to the Titan Solun-19, who had fallen a good fifty years before the arrival of Logan on the scene, his short inscription telling of his valiant deeds in the blasted wastes of Old America, driving back the Fallen from the House of Wrath, to let his comrades live to fight another day.

Elsewhere, there was a marble slab dedicated to the Warlock Thessus, telling of his tireless devotion to the scholars of the Archives, and of his desperate rearguard action on the moon to hold back Crota's hordes to allow his fellow Guardians to pull out: all well before Logan's time.

The Hunter ignored them both as he walked to the edge of the level, beneath a great canopy of flowering vines and creepers, overlooking the world outside of the Guardian's somewhat highly insulated home. Here was a fresher row of graves and memorial, each one catching the sun as it travelled across the sky each day – all who looked upon the sight and the view agreed that it was a more than fitting view for the Tower's departed to watch over.

Logan hadn't come down here for a long time, though once upon a time he had done so frequently. He liked to remind himself of those that had come before him, to remind himself of what was at stake…what they all fought for, what they all fought to protect, and the ultimate sacrifice that so many had paid so far. He had a few good friends down here.

He paused at the end of the row, at the most recent memorials. He stopped at the third one in, a polished sandstone item that stood six feet high and had a Hunter's knife inlaid into the surface of the stone, contrasting with the yellowed rock it sat within. Below it was inscribed ten words.

We are judged in life for the evil we destroy.

And above the inscription and the blade was a name: Alexa.

Logan sighed and screwed his eyes shut, as the memories rushed back to him.

Eighteen Months ago, Ocean of Storms, the Moon

"We've woken the Hive!"

"Yes, I can see that myself, thank you Kal!" Logan growled as he backed away from the huge doors. The last chained rune vanished, and then the doors began to grind themselves open. A stale stench wafted out, the smell of thick dust and of corridors that hadn't been walked by Guardians in centuries.

Then seconds later came the Thralls. A horde of them – a shrieking, howling living swarm of chitin, razor-sharp claws and needle teeth, their eyeless gaze locking onto Logan with ease, even as the Hunter dropped to one knee and fired his rifle. The first shot popped the fragile skull of the first one in the horde and ripped on through the chest of the one behind it, reducing them both to dust as he continued firing the rest of his clip into the other beasts, cutting a good dozen of them down in short order, and the others split off into the field of broken moon rock.

Behind them came the Acolytes, firing off purple blasts of energy towards the Hunter, who paused long enough to toss a grenade before he ran for a new point of cover. The Incendiary blast crisped three of them to ash in an instant, and the concussive shockwave forced a couple more back. The scout rifle was switched out for a sniper rifle, and Logan promptly put his first shot through the mouth of the first Acolyte he saw, shattering its teeth and punching a massive hole through the back of its skull.

"Reading a lot more movement!" Kal chimed as Logan shot down three more Acolytes before he had to take cover again. More purple bolts pulverised the rock he was crouched behind.

"I get the idea, shut up!" Logan cried, his sniper rifle's new clip half-loaded as a Thrall leaped up onto the rock and lunged down for him, claws outstretched for his throat. He swung the rifle up and cracked the butt into its jaw. It yelped and crashed to a heap on the ground beside him, and a solid stomp to its jaw finished it off. The slight sifting of moon dust under foot bought his attention away again, and this time he pulled his knife out and it slashed through the face of a second Thrall, cutting off its scream and leaving it to fall to the floor as it turned to dust.

More Acolytes were thronging around the temple's entrance now, and floating in behind them came the wasted figure of a Wizard, its tattered robes trailing in its wake. It screamed madly as it unleashed a volley of bolts at Logan, who dived headlong behind another rock, and it shuddered under the impacts. He finished reloading his sniper rifle and swung it up as the Wizard prepared for another barrage, until two quick rifle shots collapsed its shield, and then took the top half of its skull off.

It was already crumbling by the time the other Thralls found him, streaming around and between the rocks to get at him. His knife was drawn again, slicing open the neck of the first one, then driving the blade tip through the ribcage of the second and finishing it off with a quick twist. He had enough room from the third one to toss his blade, and it thudded into the chest of the Thrall, knocking it onto its back with a thud. He took up his scout rifle and reloaded it quickly, zeroing in on the remaining Acolytes who were firing back from cover now.

One of them peeked out a little too far from its cover and found the crown of its skull shot off, then a second one had two huge exit wounds blasted through its spine before it crumbled to dust. The others returned fire, but it was ineffective as Logan ducked down low and shifted position again, so he had a clearer view of the temple entrance. More Acolytes were stationed just outside of the threshold, and he heard the ungodly roar of something huge and powerful from inside. An Ogre, perhaps.

A sudden roar bought his attention back to his immediate surroundings, and a shadow loomed over him as a Knight came right at him, preparing to bring its cleaver down on his head.

Logan cursed foully, knowing that out here, on his own without another Guardian in the vicinity to revive him if the worst came to the worst – he knew in an instant that he had screwed up, that his promising career was set to end out as another pile of crumbling bones up in this lonely crater. He turned his head away –

But the blow never landed as an armoured form rammed into the Knight from the side, wrapping its arms around a thick, carapace-clad waist and driving it back far enough for its cleaver to slam into the dusty ground and missing Logan entirely. The Hunter looked on in stunned disbelief as the armoured Guardian – a Titan in gleaming silver plate – wrestled with a foe twice its size.

"Don't just stand there!" the Titan barked harshly through the general comms channel. "Do something!"

That prompted Logan into action, and from his crouched position he immediately opened fire past the two wrestling combatants, taking the head of an Acolyte trying to flank their position. Three more fell in short order, then Logan's rifle was empty and he pulled his knife free, jamming it through the face of another shrieking Thrall. Then he spun past the clumsy attack of a second one and carved its spine open, then jammed the blade up to the hilt in the ribs of a third one. He twisted and ripped the knife free to let it crumble to dust.

Then he let it fly again, and the spinning blade impacted into the forehead of the Knight. Its neck jerked back and it let out a roar of pain, giving the Titan the opportunity he needed. A quick punch to its left knee crushed the joint like tissue paper, then he snatched a shotgun up from seemingly nowhere, jammed it up under the Knight's chin, and blew its head off.

"Thanks," the Titan managed to say before the next Thralls were incoming, "but right now we've got more pressing matters to worry about!" Then he swept the shotgun around in a wide angle, the heavy stock cracking into the cheek of a Thrall so hard its neck nearly snapped off, and the stock completed its motion to find itself nestled into an armoured shoulder before he fired again, blowing two more Thralls away.

Turning his own attention to the Acolytes that still lingered in the distance – and a second Wizard that had appeared in the last couple of minutes – and trusting his new-found ally to mop up the remaining Thralls that still swarmed at them. Within the space of two minutes, and a lot more noise, the space outside the temple was finally cleared. Logan let out a breath of relief and slammed home a fresh scout rifle clip as the Titan approached, his armoured scuffed and dented from his foes, but otherwise still intact.

"Outside is clear," Kal chimed, "but there's still motion inside the temple. We're not done yet, Logan."

"Thanks," Logan said as the hulking brute – he easily towered over Logan – came to a halt in front of him. "If you hadn't turned up there and then"-

"You'd be a pile of bones like all the others," the Titan finished as he passed back Logan's throwing knife. "I know. I just overhead the transmission over the comms channel and came to have a look. Guess it was a good thing I did."

"Well, thanks all the same," Logan said, before he stowed his rifle away and extending his hand out. "I'm Logan, by the way." The Titan just looked at the extended hand as though he'd just been offered a dead rat. Then after what was threatening to become an awkward silence, he reached out and returned the gesture.

"Griffin," the Titan said, then glanced up towards the temple doors where the roar of an Ogre was heard once again. Then he looked back at Logan and hefted up his shotgun, racking the slide with the signature double crunch sound. "Come on, sounds like the Hive aren't quite done yet."

"Agreed," Logan replied. "We can have a more in-depth talk afterwards."

The pair of them headed for the huge open doors, to put down the remaining Hive monstrosities.

The Tower, the Last City, two hours later…

Logan had just stepped out from the Vanguard Hall after dropping off the Ghost of the lost Guardian he had been sent to find, and nearly walked head first into a sheer wall of muscle and armour plating that towered over him. He took a step back and began to apologise when he saw he was talking to an Awoken with ashen skin and piercing yellow eyes, his shock of hair black as night.

"Sorry, I guess you didn't recognise me without my helm on," the Awoken said, his voice as clear and even as others of his race.

"Griffin?" Logan replied. "Well…yes, that's right I suppose I didn't. To be fair all Titans look the same when you're armoured up."

Griffin gave a low chuckle. "Perhaps…but not if you look a little closer, Logan. But getting back to the point, you got a couple minutes?"

"Well…I was headed back to the hangar, but I could spare the time," Logan shrugged. "You want to have that proper talk now?"

"If that's okay," Griffin said. "Come on, I know a good place where we won't be interrupted."

"Up here?"

"No. Down there."

Turned out that good place involved a good ten minute walk, out of the Tower and down into the City itself, a place that most Guardians would rarely even step foot into throughout their careers, even though their efforts ultimately protected these people. The City itself was a sprawling metropolis which had steadily built itself up and up to work around the constraints of the immense concrete walls which ringed the entire sprawl. Towers of concrete and plasteel stretched up to the heavens, most of them wreathed in scaffold as the construction continued to drive ever onwards, while down at street level crowds of people – human and Awoken alike – milled about, perusing the markets or on their way to one of the many ammunition and weapon foundries that supported the war effort that went on through the galaxy.

"You been here before?" asked Griffin as they skirted around the edge of another sheltered market, followed by the stares of the merchants and the peddlers, most of whom had never seen a Guardian this close before.

"First time, actually," Logan responded. "I haven't been a Guardian that long, so I'm still getting the hang of how it all works. Been too busy going off on patrols and taking on missions from the Vanguard."

"Ah, I see," Griffin replied. "all well and good, Logan, but you need to slow down every one in a while, otherwise you'll miss everything else going on around you."

"Guess so," Logan murmured as he saw a gang of children watching him intently while sheltering behind the legs of their parents. But he didn't see any more than that as Griffin continued to lead him on, up a spiralling staircase until they came to an open area set with tables and chairs. Like some kind of canteen. It was already half filled with people, who all turned at exactly the same time as the two Guardians entered, giving them a long stare. It was that classic look of sizing up the newcomers to any watering hole, the same it had been for centuries in the wild.

"Don't worry, we're fine here," Griffin insisted as he threaded his way across to a table occupied by a lone, hooded figure, who nevertheless had a good view over the rest of this block of the city. "Though they won't serve us anything, so don't get your hopes up."

"They don't serve Guardians here?" asked Logan, as he still saw plenty of people watching them intently.

"Well, no. Because they can't exactly do much with Glimmer down here, can they?" Griffin responded, as though the answer were obvious. "They have their own currency down here, anyhow." And that was the end of the discussion, as they sat down and the third person at the table pulled their hood down, showing they weren't even a person to begin with.

"Hello," the Exo said in a synthesised female voice. 'Her' body plating was dark blue, contrasted with the bright red of her eyes and mouth, the plates of her skull dotted with dozens of neural studs which were used by Exos to aid their highly advanced thought processes, far beyond that of a basic Frames that supported the Tower residents.

"Hello," Logan said in reply, warily.

"Oh come on, she doesn't bite, Logan," Griffin sniggered. "This is Elena-3, a good friend of mine, and occasional partner out in the field.

"Nice to meet you, Elena-3," Logan said with a light smile.

"Nice to meet you too, Logan," Elena-3 smiled, "but please, just call me Elena. It makes it a lot easier for people then to constantly quote the number 3 at me as well."

"Okay Elena," Logan said, catching on immediately, and she gave an appreciative nod. "So if we can't get served here, then why did we come down?" Logan then asked.

"For the peace, mainly," Elena replied, pointing up in the direction of the Tower. "Away from all the commotion at the Tower. Of course being among our own kind is good and all, but we both like to be down here among the people we're fighting to protect. Helps to put everything into perspective, I think."

Logan didn't offer a response to that as he looked out over the markets below, at the people moving to and fro, haggling for goods, conversing with one another. It was so different to the Tower, where Guardians were always on the move, moving between the different services and meeting with the odd acquaintance before moving on to the next patrol or request from the Vanguard. Guardians barely stopped, as there was so much to do. Down here, the people didn't worry about the war going on above them, only about getting through each day with enough to support themselves and their families. It was admirable, in its own unique way.

"I think I understand what you mean," the Hunter said finally. "The atmosphere down here is different from up on the Tower. Helps to keep the head clear."

"See? Logan gets it," Griffin said with a smirk, prompting Logan to think that Griffin was quite unlike any other Awoken that he had met. He may have had the mysterious look about him, but he seemed far too…human, in the way he acted. "So anyways, down to business," he then announced.

"Okay," Logan said with a nod, "what did you want to ask me?"

"And our guest's down to business too," Elena noted, "good."

"Alright, I guess you've seen the request from the Vanguard about leading a Strike against the House of Devils?"

"Harder not to," Logan replied, and he was telling the truth. He had literally just charted his ship's course for the Moon when he saw the request going out across the wire from the Vanguard to strike a blow against the Fallen's House of Devils, who had infested the Comosdrome in Old Russia and had harassed Tower operations for decades. And by striking against their main base, then it was hoped a decisive blow could be dealt to the aliens.

But clearly Logan had not taken it on, as a Strike needed a Fireteam. And as a Hunter, he was used to the solitude of being a Lone Wolf.

"And you wanted me to join you guys on that Strike?" he said. "I only ask because there's two of you, and after you saved me on the Moon Griffin, you felt that this was a good opportunity to ask me to repay the favour."

"Am I that transparent?" asked Griffin with an exaggerated sigh.

"No, I'm just an excellent judge of character," Logan replied, and then regretting it. He was trying to be sarcastic, though it just came out extremely forced. He glanced away, at the people still watching them intently.

"Don't worry Griff," Elena said, "I'm sure Logan would be willing to help us out. He has very kind eyes."

Logan looked straight at her. "I really don't…but I appreciate the sentiment," he responded, then looked across at Griffin. "So, you still want me in your Fireteam? Even with my eyes of kindness?"

"Yes, we want you in the Fireteam," the Titan nodded. "And don't worry: I've got more than enough cold wrath to go around for all of us." That prompted a chuckle and a wry grin from Logan, perhaps the most emotion that he had openly showed over the last week. He'd been like every other Hunter – so quiet, stoic – a living weapon that accepted it would be out on its own, always.

But perhaps it wasn't always meant to be that way.

"Alright, fine," he said.

"Is that a yes then?" Elena asked.

"It's a yes," Logan nodded. "Why not, because I've been out on my own for far too long. Maybe I need the company."

"Excellent!" Griffin announced loudly as he slapped his palms down on the table, the sound enough to draw more looks from the other patrons in the vicinity. "Looks like we got ourselves a Fireteam finally, El," he then said, grinning at his companion, who just nodded along.

"Glad to aboard, Griffin," Logan said.

"Glad to hear that," Griffin smiled again. "And the 1st rule is: call me Griff."

By the day's end – and a tense battle against an immense Servitor Prime – a new legend was ready to be forged.

Memorial Gardens, Present day…

"Paying your respects?"

Abruptly pulled out of his reverie, Logan turned away from the memorial to see Elijah standing there, just watching, judging, as he always did. His helmet was gone, leaving Logan to bear the full withering glare of his hard eyes. Those eyes had always been hard, but more recently there had been a chip of ice in them too, whenever the two of them had interacted.

"Of course," Logan replied to Eli's original question, his tone guarded. "You got an exception to that?"

"Not especially," Eli replied tersely, walking across to stand beside a different memorial, a black marbled one dedicated to a Titan who's name that Logan didn't recognise. "But I'm a little concerned that you spend a lot of your time down here, Logan, when we've got a lot more to worry about out there in the wider galaxy. The Planet Crackers could be on the verge of moving against us and you're down here with the departed."

Logan scoffed and looked away for a moment, considering his reply. Then he looked back. "I don't think you can decide when and where I go, Elijah," he began, knowing full well that his companion hated being called by his full name, "and besides, you know at least one person down here that you still miss. Well, maybe it would make it easier if you actually came down here and not stayed as far away as possible, as if that will make things right."

Eli moved – just an instant burst of motion – as he put his weight forward on his left leg and raised his right arm three inches past his shoulder before he suddenly thought better and lowered it again, a flash of shame across his faded features. The two of them stood in silence for a long while, and in that time the only sounds were the steady clanking of the Frames moving around in the distance, tending to the planets.

"Eli," Logan finally said slowly, "you remember what I said I would do if you drew your blade on me again?"

The look in Eli's eyes suggested he remembered all too well. "Sure I do," he said.

"Okay," Logan said slowly, "did you come down here to give me some news or just to antagonise me a little more?"

"The Vanguard wanted me to pass on a message," Eli said, ignoring that obvious jibe. "They've looked over the data we retrieved from the Cabal vessel, and they've got a good idea what the Planet Crackers intention down here was. They had plans drawn up for an assault on the City."

"Attacking the City?" Logan asked, in disbelief. "That would be the first time our enemies tried that since"-

"The Battle of Twilight Gap," Eli finished, "I do know my history as well, Logan."

"Well go on, then."

"-and even if we managed to cripple one of their cruisers there's at least one left unaccounted for. There was a manifest as part of the data, listed two cruisers docked in Old London, so the other one is out there, somewhere else."

"Just waiting for the command to go," Logan reasoned, "great. So we're still in danger, then."

"It would seem so," Eli added, "but the Commander wanted an update on Onyx's status, if you would all be in suitable condition to go on patrol at a moment's notice. The Planet Crackers in Old London are still giving the rest of our forces a run for their money."

"Well here's your update," said a voice form behind, and Griff and Elena suddenly appeared, both of them fully armoured now, though the Titan had an admonished look about him. "A Titan and a Warlock, both ready and willing to serve the City."

"You sure you're okay, El?" Logan asked as he looked over his companion. Last time he had seen her, there had been a gaping hole in her chest.

"I'll live," she replied cheerily. "The nanomachines repaired most my internal circuits, and my exterior plating has been given a temporary fix. Once this is all over I'll need a more permanent check over, but otherwise I can manage for the immediate future. Those Cabal need attending to."

"Good to hear. Hate to think we had to tackle the Cabal head-on without help from my favourite Warlock. And what about our favourite Titan?"

"Don't ask," grumbled Griff, looking away. "Doctor Chell chewed me out for a long time before I got shoved in for my scan. But she cleared me, in the end. And made it clear if I defy her again she'll stick me with enough sedatives to put down a Colossus."

"Well in that case I'll leave you all to it," Eli said bluntly as he turned on his heel and strode off, "there's a lot of work for us still to do. Once you're all done patting each other on the back, that is." They watched him go for a while, then Griff clucked his tongue.

"Still being an ass, I see," he said, shaking his head. "Was he giving you a hard time, Logan?"

"Nothing above the usual," Logan answered.

"I hope that's all it was," Elena added with a shrug of the shoulders. "But looks like we're going to get sent out any minute now. There was a lot of chatter coming through the Vanguard Hall suddenly."

"What kind of chatter?"

"The worst kind," Scarlett announced as she suddenly appeared over Elena's shoulder, her eye plates clicking and whirring into a worried expression. "There's a lot of demands for help, both in Old London and on Mars."

"Mars?" asked Kal as Logan's Ghost formed suddenly. "Why would they need the help on Mars?"

"I don't know yet," Elena answered, "I haven't had a chance to go over it all yet. We were just heading up there, if you want to join us?"

"Yeah, in a minute. Go on, I'll catch you guys up," Logan replied, and Griff just gave a curt nod before he and Elena both turned and strode off. Soon as they were out of sight, Kal swivelled to face Logan.

"Why didn't you tell them about Eli?"

"Tell them what?"

"That he almost drew his knife on you."

"We don't need all the drama, not right now, in the current situation," Logan reasoned, glancing back towards Alexa's memorial. "We've already had more than our fair share of drama."

"If you insist, Logan," Kal said, sadly.

"Come on Kal, we can't keep the others waiting," the Hunter said, and began to head towards the exit, letting his Ghost trail behind him.

A/N: Happy New Year everybody!

Hope you enjoyed the new update, sorry for the delay in getting it out. So with 2017 now upon us, there's hopefully time for me to get more time to work on The Planet Crackers, as well as some other works on the site. Before I started on the Planet Crackers, I actually was working on a couple of Resident Evil fanfics - the first full story I penned on this site was a Resident Evil story, and it would be nice to be able to get back to them if possible, though I felt I had to take a break with them as finding the inspiration was tough at times. But anyways, as always guys, R & R, as all feedback is appreciated.