A/N: Another omake, but this one is purely because I know the idea of Tyrian and Six even remotely getting along would be awkward, and this (somewhat) shows it. I still think it's pretty hilarious to see what amounts to two mass killers casually chatting with one another while trying to kill each other.

Also because I'm slowly figuring out how to speed up the pacing and make the story pick up faster. Adding in the (kind of) token fight scene tends to drag things, but I thought it would make for some character development.

Remnant, Unknown Forest, Anima

[Error], 25?

1500 Hours

Sierra Beta-312

Some Scorpion Faunus attacked me out of nowhere, and I instantly recognized him.

"Tyrian Callows. We finally meet." My Humbler met his tail, and we stayed locked in position.

"Oh? You've been anticipating this?" He tilted his head, the ever-present smile growing wider. "Well so have I!"

Another attack.
Block, and counter.
"Well, I figure we're pretty similar anyways."

"Really? How so?"
I shrugged, as we traded blows.

Both of us were blocking blow for blow, it was less of a fight and more of a casual fencing match between two guys who were busy catching up.
"Eh, I'm a government-sponsored sociopath, and you're a serial killer. Both of us have high kill counts, and an admittedly impressive skill set."

Tyrian laughed. "I feel like we might have been good friends. A shame my Goddess has told me to kill you."

"That's what most of the people I killed said. Kept ranting about this 'Great Journey' and all that stuff."

"Really? I'd love to sit and discuss religion and things; but it just gets so boring." He gestured with a free hand, then went on the aggressive. "So why don't we make this fight more interesting!"

Guy hit like a Brute with all the agility of a fucking Skirmisher.
"Hey, I've had less interesting fights with genocidal aliens; so don't mind if I try to prolong this. Haven't had any real enjoyment in a while."

"On that;" He grinned madly, jumping back onto his tail. "We can agree!" Tyrian leapt over me, and slammed his blade-gauntlets into my back.
Roll with the hits.

I dropped and rolled forward, twisting around to face him.
"So tell me," He continued. "About these alien friends of yours."

"Them? What can I say? They're super religious, want all of Humanity dead for some reason, and they really hate people like me." I pushed my advantage, swinging the baton at his body.

"There are others of you?" Tyrian seemed interested now.

Probably was figuring if he killed me, he could go and have some fun with other Spartans.
"You don't just kidnap one kid to turn into a super-soldier meant to fight a losing war. Three hundred was the original number, but fighting a losing war for almost eight years non-stop tends to jumble records a little." That was a half-truth, UNSC records on Spartans were almost impeccable, they couldn't afford to lose track of any of us.

"What a shame, I'd love to get another good fight in."

"Knew a guy that was quite a bit like you, loved fighting."

"Ooh; could you introduce us?" The tail jabbed dangerously close to my face as Tyrian went on the offensive again.

"Shame, he died to one of those aliens already. Sword made of literal energy straight through the back." Ducking and weaving past the jabs, I moved the baton to block as much as I could.

He was very agile.
"Aw, I would have loved to have a chat with him."

"Oh, I could already see it. Best guy to have your back in combat, he carved a skull into his helmet visor because it 'added personality'."

Another laugh, less maniacal, more jovial. "We most certainly would have gotten along."
Tyrian left an opening, and I exploited it.

Swat aside the arm with the Humbler, and I sent my fist into his face.

"Argh!"

No more time for jokes. Anyway you looked at it, this guy was dangerous and had to be put down.

Draw the M6G, and unload several hardlight rounds into his chest.
"Sorry, but as much as this was fun, I have other appointments."

Tyrian seemed mostly unfazed, despite the several holes in his chest.

Until I unloaded the rest of the magazine.

He staggered, staring dumbly down.
"Ho-w?"

"These bullets are some really special stuff. Designed to cut through flesh and bone; Aura too, apparently." I reloaded, before emptying the magazine into him again.

"She-My Goddess will kill you, then. Nobody can stop her..." He sank to his knees, and knelt like he was praying.

"Shame, I've got an Anti-Sonofabitch machine waiting to turn anything within ten kilometres into a miniature star. Besides, I already killed the eldritch abomination that killed the galaxy the last go-around. How hard could some immortal witch with a grudge be?"

Said immortal witch with a grudge was in fact very hard to kill.
I had managed to fight my way through every one of her minions, and here I was; beating her to death with a Tac-Nuke.

Bring the warhead up, and slam it down.

Her face was currently being smashed into the ground.
I needed to basically put her in a comatose state so I could get out of here before the thing went off.

Sometimes, I hate this job.
Other times, I absolutely love it.

A/N: No, this story is not being canceled or stopped. I will (try) to see it through, and as stated before; if unable to continue, what amounts to an 'apology wrap up' will be posted, where I skim through all my notes (spanning at least 4 or 5 Google Docs because even in the virtual space I am disorganized) and basically rattle off all the 'important' plot points and write out a few key moments if I still have enough oomph to put them in.

Comments:

Halofan2117- Next chapter, I swear; it'll be actual, canon content this time around. I just need to vomit more words to edit it so the chapter reaches somewhere in the 5,000 word count.

Sm0keyPanda- It's going to be one, just being put up after this one is done.

Cooldude101011- Read above, but I'll restate it. Is it being stopped and abandoned? Nah. I'm just being bogged down by life(online school hurts) and haven't been able to devote time to making any headway on progressing the story.