Halo Theme (Mjolnir Mix) - Halo 2
Letting loose his chain cannon, Jorge watched as it began to tear into the shields of this Field Marshal. The roar of metallic fire tore through the air around it as smoke peeled outwards.
The thing backed up, throwing a plastic looking projectile to the ground in front of him. It deployed, just as the creature's shields began to turn bright blue before deactivating.
A bright yellowish gold hexagonal shield opened up blocking the view in front. Jorge continued to pound the shield regardless of the situation.
"I'll hold him off, just get that bridge operational!"
Without further hesitation with solid recognition, 38 nodded, "let's go commando's."
They would turn around, going through the door behind, sliding and clearly locking shut. Jorge was the only thing that stood in the way of this beast, this massive one ton Spartan. Noble Five slowed his firing and glared directly at the being, seeing he had a clear advantage over it, range.
The elite pointed his crimson sword at the Spartan, smiling. Red upon his reptilian face, along with his already red armor. Reflections were beautiful, but in a deadly, dreadful way.
As such, the elite strangely took a step backward, almost… sensing something. Jorge responded by pointing his cannon in its direction. This was an awkward pause to say the least. The Marshal snickered, letting the fire upon his soul overtake his passion.
"You demon took my son, my life, my very essence."
Jorge chuckled, "I don't know anything about that one."
"Alert!" William interrupted, "ships are preparing to evacuate the capital. The likelihood of the Apple being there upon that ship is a huge estimate."
"Eh, what's with this Apple again?"
Recognizing that he was somewhat being ignored, the Okami took a step forward, "you have one of those digitized minds. Hmph," he reached behind his back, pulling out another metallic disc. Although this one was flatter and rounded unlike the other. It had a glowing purple light in the center, and he activated it with haste.
The button was pressed, letting out a slight pop before the effect. A faint blue pulse flew and flew in all symmetrical directions in the room. As it did, William would stop talking, and all of Jorge's armor would be static. His HUD would frantically beep the color red, his shields were down. Yet so were the elites, blue fizzing combined with his red energy sword deactivating.
As this Marshal approached Jorge, this was about to begin.
"An EMP?" Noble Five chuckled, "I'll still kill you with my bare hands."
As the two began to approach each other, it was clear they were both very zealous. One for himself, and one for others.
"Ah hell," whispered Fixer.
Scorch angled himself behind the green commando, "What's wrong?"
"That stealth commando droid spliced the energy ignition. There is no way that bridge is coming up any time soon."
"How long?" asked Delta Lead.
"I can't tell, the whole thing is fried. It's gonna take me a bit to fix this."
"Alright, we will…" 38 hesitated and went silent, gasping a bit.
Out the observation window, the view of the entire castle courtyard, along with the canyon below. The sun above beamed slightly upon this desert husk too. But what caught their attention, a shadow… a huge colossal size covered the entire wasteland above them and moved forward. A beast of a size, it was Miles wide, and could have been over ten miles wide. It completely blocked out the sun for a long ways, and even from the high up balcony observation window, it was truly impossible to tell how huge this thing was, until it came into view.
A curved metallic mothership, a city that flies, comes straight over their heads. It was silver, coated with a darkish sage, and looked like one of the flagships that the Banished had, except much more up to date, and much larger. As it moved forward like the goliath it was, something else was on the other side.
The hillside on the end, about a mile away, stood about tan Republic Walkers. Tanks short but very versatile, they stood ready upon this vantage point. Their overall size even that far away was clearly noticeable. An untold amount of troops for aid, with dozens of other unrecognizable vehicles, too dark green in color like the gigantic capital ship above them.
"When we were told others would come to help, they didn't say a whole damn capital ship and invasion force! That thing probably wiped out the entire Separatist fleet by itself!" exclaimed Scorch.
"We can't worry about that now," retuned Delta Lead, "you locked down the door Sev?"
Sev nodded, "yea, if that alligator wants to come in, he would need a lightsaber at this point."
Like from the flash of the eye a piercing metallic shattering screech came from the door which Sev was standing behind. The sound was followed by a dark, almost demonic red color shining through. Two blades shot through and made their way to the left. Orange melt marks were clearly visible in the crimson sword's wake as it passed through slowly. The blades moved much faster than a normal Jedi, and by the coloration of the blade, the commandos knew what this was.
As it began to move in a circular motion making a wide and shattering frame, 38 began to point in positions, "Sev, assume snipe maneuver, Scorch, on the grenades," he turned around, "How close are we Fixer?"
(The other two commando's moved to appropriate sides of the room. Sev was on top of some crates making a slight incline, while changing his blaster to the sniper modification. Whereas Scorch unhooked some grenades from his belt, only moving a few steps in front.)
"Eh, close to the mainframe, shouldn't be long now."
They could only watch, weapons ready as the circle finally was completed, the orange melting beams slightly cooled as the giant door, which Sev had just locked fell over in front. As it did, a loud metal crash came which was erratic and earsplitting.
Only smoke in view, and the clearly glowing red Sangheili blade, 62 went for it. Unclipping the pin off the grenade, Scorch called aloud, "hey! Flat face!"
The projectiles would arc perfectly and land in the middle of the smoke, before immediately exploding. The fireball caused Sev to duck, and added even
more smoke to the area around them. This made the haze flow through and cover, they could not even see their hands right in the center of their face.
Each commando pressed a slide on the sides of their helmet, causing the visor to grow a brighter blue. Night vision kicked in for them, and the entire room became more apparent. Silence came from all four of them, they expected the elite to charge. The only thing that remained in haste was Fixer, who continued to click away with his tools and splicers fixing the kiosk.
Until he went silent too.
Except, he grunted and groaned a bit, feeling the larger Sangheili hand around his neck. As this clone gasped for breath, the other three turned around in the fog to see the threat.
The elite's camouflage dissipated, and he glared directly at 38, who was right next to him. Even in the haze, the eyes of this bipedal reptile reflected a dim white, with his sinister mandible smile.
Igniting the crimson energy sword, if refracted off the smoke giving it too a gnarly and gross glow. But what the elite did not take into account, was how well of a shot Sev was.
A loud blue streak went over Scorches head from behind. It went through and straight into the hand of the Marshal. It caused the feeling to exceed, not only dropping the sword, but it severed into three distinct pieces combusting into blue sparks. As the blade deactivated, Scorch went for it. Literally using all his might, the clone alone tackled the Field Marshal to the floor.
Now on top of the elite, he went for a punch to the face. Although the retaliation was quick, this elite grinned as he caught the fist of Scorch. His hand shook in the palm of the Zealot, not even able to compare to his sheer strength. But when this thing began to crush the clone's fist, the slash of skin was heard.
The small pocket blue blade Scorch released straight into the palm of the Sangheili, piercing straight through the other side.
Retracting, the elite delivered a roar of agony. Pushing the yellow commando off his stomach, he rolled over and quickly stood to his feet. The limp and disfigured hand would be coddled, and this Marshal now realized his mistake.
38 raised his rifle, and Scorch was in front in his fighting stance.
Taking one last look around, the elite did the unthinkable. Turning around, Sparta kicked the glass observation window. It not just cracked, but on the first blow it shattered entirely. Wind rushed inside clearing some of the smoke, as they were at least twenty stories up. Then, looking back to the clones, it grinned. Jumping out the broken window, nose-diving straight down. 38 and Scorch rushed to the edge to see, and to their surprise, the elite was fine.
He landed directly on top of a Seperatist Vulture droid, whether it was called in or purposeful is unknown. Either or, the elite seemed to have taken little damage from only the thirty foot fall. Gripping tight, the commando's can only watch as the Marshal went with the droid curving around and out of sight.
"You'd think there are easier ways to do that?" said Scorch.
38 ignored him, and just rotated to face Fixer, who still in spite of being attacked, still was working on the bridge lever.
"Are we good to go Fixer?"
He nodded, rubbing his neck once, "I think so."
"Where is Jorge?" budded in Scorch again.
Jorge was hanging off the ledge, his armor barely scratched. The elite was looming above him, crimson sword in hand. The wind rushed around Jorge from twenty stories up, holding on by one hand. The broken wall and rebar sticking out, had concrete chunks scattered around.
This Sangheili raised his sword, and spoke with a purgeable deep voice, "now you will die."
Jorge chuckled, "Nah, but your leg will though."
Being in this spot before, he knew exactly what to do. Reaching forward from his dummy position with his open arm, he grabbed the elite's foot. Reacting just as fast, the Marshal went for a swing with his sword. But one cannot compete with the force of gravity, especially when the full weight of a Spartan is involved.
Jorge fell back, putting all his weight on the elite's foot. The reptile obviously tripped, and fell backwards with the Hungarian.
The elite barely hanging on now on the side of the rebar with the full weight of Jorge on his foot, he could feel his ankle give way, quite literally.
Jorge began to pull up on it, stretching the elite's leg fully out, (which is abnormal for them, snapping most of their bones in the leg, being extremely painful).
It let out a wail of pain, and started kicking Jorge in the face maliciously with his other foot. By the third pound Jorge had to let go, and he did. Now freefalling, Jorge easily descended a hundred feet or so to the courtyard below.
Sev on the side, was glazing into the scope of his sniper rifle. As he did, he zoomed in and out, adjusted the focusing ranges, "I found him," he said.
At the base of the castle, Jorge was running. A droid blaster in hand, through the crosshair Sev watched as Jorge bolted down the courtyard below. His armor still staticed and fizzed from the EMP, making him extremely vulnerable. Bobbing and weaving through droid blaster bolts, he moved at Spartan speeds the clones themselves were amazed at.
"Alright, Sev, you mind giving him a little support?"
"My pleasure."
With a pull of the trigger, Sev from the window sniper one of the Super battle droids about to knock a damaging blow to Noble Five. A clean bolt drilled through the eye of the metal robot. It collapsed below, and Jorge glared up to the castle to see his support.
Through the crosshairs Sev chuckled seeing Jorge gave him a thumbs up from well over a mile away. Wherever Jorge would run and gun, Sev provided the best support he could.
At the end of the courtyard, Sev could see what Jorge was charging towards. A Sheathipede-class shuttle engines were revving up on the far side. The bug-like shape and size was clearly off, and it seemed lopsided, filled with riches and wealth.
It slowly lifted into the air, barely in arms reach for the Spartan. Sev pelted the back engine of the shuttle, but even that did not help. The projectile just bounced off, leaving black circular blaze marks on it.
At the end of the concrete wall, it was now or never. Jorge took a mighty god-like leap, air breaking away relatively around his sabatons. The wind rushed his face as this man easily cleared forty feet well over thirty miles an hour.
Landing on top of the shuttle, the loud metallic thud was heard. Jorge stood up from his knees, moving carefully to the back of the shuttle controlling his balance. He could see a hatch only a few feet from him, and moving cautiously, he gripped hold of the red handlebar. With only one arm he was able to rip it from the hinges, cringy metal tearing was heard. Bolts being snapped from their place, along with the steel folding over against its normal range.
Throwing the latch to the side, the Spartan jumped into the hole which was there. The loud pound of metal, the weight of the Spartan shook the whole thing even in the air.
He glared around the ship's insides quickly seeing his opponent. Two battle droids, with a strange brown one that looked like a tactical droid. Behind them, piles of shiny objects, looking to be gold and other precious jewels.
The one in the center, looking at the commander, pointed at Jorge and said, "blast him!"
These two battle droids were in complete disarray with Jorge being in arms distance. Grabbing the first one on the left before they could not respond, and he threw that one into the other. They both crashed against the wall with sharp metal sounds, and the tactical droid backed up a bit, hesitating, "I am sure we can—"
Noble Five did not even let the thing finish before grabbing it by the head, pulling it out from the socket. Sparks and a bit of oil leaked from the end, and the white lights in its eyes went dark. Taking the head, he moved to the front of the ship, being careful not to step on any of the rare metals that were glistening and shining around him. They reflected on his crimson visor, making it a bright almost blinding shade.
At the front, the sliding door of the bridge opened, letting out it's usual mechanical whiff of air. Two droids sat, one in each pilot seat. One turned around at stuttered seeing the massive SII
"Hey, you're not supposed to be in here?"
With a simple 'bop' on top of the robot's head, send the neck inwards to the body, crushing it instantly and deactivating it.
While the other droid lifted its hands in surrender, but was to no avail. Jorge grabbed it by the neck, crushing the metal that held it still. Now limp with sparks flying about, he threw it out of the seat.
Taking command, Jorge turned the entire ship around, as best he could.
"This is gonna be weird," he mumbled to himself looking at all the controls.
The handle was pretty small compared to him, and all the glowing lights made it more confusing.
But, in spite of that he descended the ship back down the few hundred feet back towards the castle courtyard which they initially came from. Extending the landing gears, it landed abruptly, and the ship was immediately met with thud of the metal floor.
Leaving the pilot's seat, the reflection of the warm sun left his armor and visor. Now, the fake lights above shone down upon him. Slamming the huge button/lever to the right, the back door began to open up on the ship. As it did, Jorge was met with something he was not expecting.
Out in the courtyard, encircling the entire vessel now, an entire squad of B1 Battle droids. They glared emotionlessly, pointing their blaster weapon at the huge Spartan.
"Surrender!" One of them said with their high pitched synthetic voice, "we have you surrounded!"
Just then, the static along his armor faded, the EMP lifted. It took long enough too, as Jorge almost forgot what it felt like for his HUD not to blink red every few seconds. As such, with his shields returning, so quickly did William,
"Wait, what?! What did I miss?"
"Quite a bit, now you got anything that could help?"
"Yes I actually do."
Within the second, Jorge leaped forward, straight at the battle droid in the middle. But, this somewhat was not his own doing. He could feel that he was moving his legs, but it was almost if William was guiding him too. Within his HUD, he could see the droids glow bright red as he passed them, throwing precise strikes to their abdomens and hips.
One would even fire at Jorge, but the mechanical instincts that he had would be immaculate. Using another droid like a shield, black marks decorated the back side with force. It would be within the next second at beyond Spartan time Jorge would throw the droid like a shot put, plummeting into many others.
Within twelve seconds, an entire fireteam of droids were on the ground deactivated. Jorge paused for a moment noticing the power he truly has when William is invoked, and he laughed, "did you have something to do with this?"
"Indeed, and I might add the flexibility you have is quite astounding even in your elderly years."
"Elderly? You calln' me old?"
The AI responded with a chuckle. Their matching playful tenacity matched well even on the battlefield. But it was not until he looked above, to the bold shadow over taking the area, Jorge stood amazed, yet in utter terror.
The huge Supercarrier placed itself fully above the capitol, blocking the entire sun. Now clouded over, it's intericant glowing lights purple and pink for everyone to see, with the huge glassing ray glistening slightly in the sky. This shadow was casted for miles on the side, and an untold amount of distance in length. This beast of a mother ship was beyond intimidating, it was too large for an operation like this… this was beyond overkill.
"Mary, mother of God…" Jorge whispered.
"That is the Swords of Sanghelios, they are here to provide protection and support during this invasion."
He shook his head, "either way they are still the damn Covenant."
"Actually the SOS are the reason we even won the war against the Covenant."
"Wait… we won?"
"I would like to continue this conversation, but we have another issue, six o'clock behind you Spartan."
More blaster fire pelted Jorge from behind causing him to jump a little. Two strange looking droids with curved heads, and hands for blasters nudged their way towards him. They had huge blue circular shields around them, covering their entire body.
Noble Five went for cover, firing a few rounds into the one on the right. As he did, he could slightly see that they had no effect.
"Damn, they got shields," he ducked again as these droids kept pelting his cover, causing the crates to move a bit.
"Analyzing…"
As they got closer, Jorge did his best to fire upon the droids, but their blue energy shields took all the blows. Enveloping them, taking no penetration.
"Your M253H MODEL 3 chain cannon is one hundreed feet behind you."
Seeing the holographic display within his visor, his soul clinged in happiness. William dropped the blue diamond tracker, which did not take Jorge to find at all.
Dashing and weaving between cover, the few shots from the Droideka's landed on his shield thankfully. But, as the meter marker hit zero, Jorge went through the rubble to find his beauty, his love, and his pride.
Lifting it out, he revved the cannon a bit to make sure it still works. And how much of a fall it would have taken, it still works quite well, the shiny new metal on it scratched, but there was nothing wrong with that.
Grabbing it and gripping it tightly like the joy it was to him, he went out in the open courtyard. Standing behind a large shipping crate, he used it as a bipod and brace for the cannon.
Yet now these droids saw their target, and blasted continuously. The Spartan too braced taking the fire, but the front windshield of the chaingun helped a lot.
Jorge retaliated, letting loose his cannon watching as bullet casings flew out of the side, and smoke erupting from the front. Loud bangs consistently that would make most deaf. The bullets, being kinetic in origin, reacted much differently when they hit the droid's shields.
Piercing through quite quickly, the first droid was quickly met without protection. The fire and ray of death from Noble Five chewed straight through the droid, severing the defenseless droid to pieces in seconds. It collapsed to the side in a burning black husk, ripped with bullet holes from all angles.
The fire around Jorge lightened up a bit now there was less to deal with. As he continued the fire on the other one, his shields took some serious hits, and the HUD above displayed the flashing red warning. Yet he ignored it, and the cannon ripped through the energy based shield just as fast. The droid would stutter being fired upon on the bare metal. It would snap into two from the pressure, loud metal tears would be heard. It crumbled back into the parts it was, too riddled with bullet holes like the other which lays beside it.
Seeing no more droids, Jorge left his cover. The still air only lasted for another moment, as more blaster fire continued on the far side, near the front of the courtyard's entrance.
As the Spartan began to run, over countless droid husks, crates and scorched earth, the battle scene around him was chaotic. Hoisting his four hundred pound cannon and carrying it seemingly like a toy gun, he sped forward. Heavy metal thumps were heard as he moved alone, around entire groups of dead enemies. Being a Spartan, he never questioned whom he fought, even droids, and now, being numb to their destruction, began to feel normal, like over-exerting violence could be necessary.
Then, loud gunfire was heard from the left side, with strange creatures rushing inside. They were fat and healthy, and looked almost like mini dinosaurs. Men rode on the back of them, or humanoids to say the least. On the back of their heads, what seems to be two tails attached. Their skin was lighter green or a lighter tan. A platoon of droids did their best to stop them, as Jorge could see, but these creatures were too fast and too strong for the mindless and slow robots.
Leading the assault, Jorge could clearly see General Windu. Wielding his amethyst blade, he moved eloquently and smoothly in his forms as he struck down multiple battle droids.
Windu gave a slight smile seeing Jorge across the courtyard, as Noble Five ran over at speeds one could only imagine. And if he was not running over as an ally, this would be beyond terrifying. Dodging a blaster bolt, Jorge stood behind a five foot crate, which barely stood up to his lower abdomen. As he continued in a ready stance next to the general, he spoke,
"What's the plan?"
Blocking a blaster bolt, Windu pointed behind Jorge, "Wat Tambor is evacuating on the far side of the courtyard!"
"Alright," Jorge hoisted his cannon to the side, "let's go."
As they turned, they could see the far castle door. As they did, the jaws of the huge metal wall opened up, and an entire platoon of droids marched out from the front area. B1's in front, and a single line of B2's in back. When this continued, their loud in sync stomping feet told all of who was near.
With a slight grin to Jorge's face, he charged ahead dashing around all the debris of deactivated droids, scorched earth, and cluttered crates. The droids began to open fire upon specifically the Spartan and Jedi.
Windu with his smooth deflections went with ease, while Jorge took cover behind a few more crates. As the battle quickly ensued, the huge reptile creatures with the humanoids on their backs charged forward. Preparing a way for the two, Windu saw his angle and dashed to the right, with sword in hand. Noble Five would follow, with quick ease considering even he was much faster than Mace Windu.
Breaking away from the main battle, they found themselves on the far side of the courtyard, seeing an upright thing on the far side.
It was green and had a rectangular shaped head, with circular shaped glasses. It stuttered seeing the two, approaching at fast speeds it knew it could not outrun. It had a huge metallic sphere upon his belt, gold and bright. This was definitely not a thing for values-sake.
As Windu approached, he stuck out his lightsaber, pointing it directly to his head, "Wat Tambor, you're under arrest!"
Holding up its hands in complete fear, specifically to Jorge, who was standing behind Windu, and clearly two heads taller.
Reaching down to its chest, Tambor rotated a valve, causing weird static sounds out of its voice box.
"I surrender…" it mumbled.
Windu went forward, grabbing the gold sphere which was the size of a soccer ball. As he did, it's intricate designs and design indents were magnificent. Glowing a bit, it's mighty and very wealthy look told of its age, at the same time it's beauty.
Tambor's head hung low a bit, Jorge seemed contemptuous. But William, had something else to say,
"That's the apple,"
Shaking his head, Jorge looked to the Jedi, "General Windu?"
He turned and faced Jorge, glancing up to him a bit, this motioned for the Spartan to continue.
"That apple is ONI's pet project, I don't know how these guys got ahold of it, but they would like it back."
"Hm," Windu looked a little strange, giving it to Jorge, "what does that do exactly?"
"I actually don't know, you William?"
"It is classified as tier zero, even if I open the file to this item's contents, ONI would know immediately in under four seconds."
"Well that sounds like ONI, they would probably…"
Atonement - Halo 4
The sky foliated only a few hundred feet above their heads, rippling as something came out of Slipspace. This Slipspace though, was not anything of Covenant, Banished, or human. This looked much more stable, and well, more advanced to say the least. Even then, with the black hole in the center, purple and blue energy encircling this energy, it looked menacing indeed. But what came after, shocked them both.
A ship, larger than a standard pelican, about the size of a Longsword. This thing was shaped similarly to an ETA-class Jedi shuttle, but missing the huge dorsal fin. The grey colors and coatings along with the glowing blue lights scattered in various patterns all across the hull, told of its value, strength, and worth.
As it moved through and out of the portal, the black hole which it came from quickly collapsed with a chaotic ease. The ripples sent behind blue and purple lighting statically shocked the air a bit, foliating over itself. But this ship, with a strange circle shaped windshield, was so dimmed there was no way to tell who was driving.
It began to rotate, the engine revving to a synthetic tone that most vehicles would not have. The perfection and the harmony that vibration it gave would bring goosebumps to all who would hear. As it spun, the backside now facing Jorge and the general, the back hatch door opened wide. A back landing ramp extended, in an advanced, forerunner way. The ship had a white backdrop, with one, single being standing in its doorway.
As the ship landed, this ship slowly turned off the vibration, leaving a slight ring in Jorge's ears.
As this thing, this metallic beast walked off the ramp towards the two, they caught a true value scale for how large it was. Metal pound after another as this heavy beast (probably heavier than Jorge himself) approached with hands folded politely behind his back. As he did, this aristocrat was beyond terrifying. A metal helm and armor, a blacked out darkened visor shown upon his entire body. A dark robe with metal engravings and indents were also displayed. Along with a cape that was as dark and as mighty as could be.
"He is four meters tall at least!"
"Yea," Jorge mumbled, "I didn't notice."
As this creature stuck out his metallic hand, his gauntlet shook a tiny bit making metal clings like a medieval knight. It was strange, considering he had two thumbs. And when he spoke, his deep thrum and commanding tone,
"Eden's Curse, this device does not belong in such hands."
Strange translucent energy came around the sphere, as it levitated up into the air. This strange beast pulled it to his hand, it looked like a baseball rather than a soccer ball. As the huge beast nodded to Jorge, three others moved quickly out of the ship towards General Windu. Two humanoids cloaked in black, and one sage clone.
The general seemed to have recognized them, as smiled widely upon seeing them.
"Master Luminara!" he said.
Luminara nodded, giving a faint grin back, "sorry about Christophsis, there were too many."
"We can worry about that later, we all assumed you were dead!"
"Well, if it wasn't for him here," she pointed to the huge metallic creature on their right, "we would all be dead."
Windu glared up to the huge being and grinned again, "well, then you have our thanks."
On his open hand, he gestured to the side nudging, (his hand alone was four times the size of Windu's), "A regard is not necessary. Now that I have what I seek, this mutual beneficiality is adjourned."
Turning around, this huge creature ambled back onto the forerunner ship, heavy metal clump after another, his robe and cape lightly draping to the floor. As he entered the white backdrop of his ship, the landing ramp folded back into the ship, covering this white drop, latching back into place. As this did, the vessel roared to the side, before lifting upward.
Moving forward, ripples of straight energy were seen as it did. The air was torn a bit, sound bounced around the wide scorched courtyard, yet everyone was silent. No one dared to make a noise, this was out of shock or awe, or it may be both. Even then, the only one who was not totally in this state was William, but he even stuttered when he spoke synthetically.
"That can't be… a forerunner? Here?"
Chapter seventeen! We're getting there woohoo! Well, this was a little emotional rollercoaster writing this one. I mean, I started writing like a month and a half ago, but it took me forever to finish it, I dunno, I guess some chapters have that lol. Anway, before anything happens let me say that this story is AWESOME to where I think I am gonna take it, and I think y'all will like it, I mean, I think you guys do lol!
No real new announcements, other than that if you want more backstory on the forerunner, my other story will give it to you. Added, a new story will just be released about the antagonist of the story. This is to give more of a backstory to him and stuff.
Anway, onto the comments!
nantono - yea, I wouldn't say that, more of we just had a similar idea to start lol.
Guest - I have been playing with this idea in general for awhile, considering Jorge has his own AI now. But yea, thanks for the ideas man, this just adds more for my nerdy brain to ponder lol!
Only two comments for this chapter, yalls feedback means a lot, as always.
Not much more to stay than this, but hey, INFINITE IS SOO GOOD!!!
I could go on a side rant on why Infinite has the BEST multiplayer sandbox, but I don't think I will right now lol. Anywho; y'all know what to do,
Stay safe, stay healthy,
~NoXXiMillioN