Hey guys, it's me, autumn, and this is my new installment of Halo. I hope you enjoy it, I added a slight twist to it. Even though the twist only lasted a short while, I believe it was cool enough. Enjoy!
Halo: The 4 Horsemen
SECTION III===========================
EXPOSED
CHAPTER 9 ==========================
16th Unit 19th Cycle (Covenant Calendar)/
Epsilon Eridani System Covenant Head Ship
En Route to Earth
The ship slowly rocked forward and backwards, like a gigantic crater in the arms of the Multiverse. The pilot at the helm was a newbie, but he knew how to navigate better than anyone on the ship, which was needed to hasten the ride.
The Covenant, for the battle ahead, made a new weapon for their Frigates and Battleships. A weapon they called EMPC. Electro Magnetic Plasma Cannon. Being just like a regular cannon, it would burn holes through the enemy battleships, but those that stayed running, if any, would get discharged of energy, and float helplessly in space until the Covenant pick them off. No use of weapons of any sort, so their deaths were inevitable.
"How long?" Headmistress Alia 'Xomemee asked the tiny Jackal beside the helm, as she laid her head on her hands. She was bored of waiting, and wanted to fight already.
The poor Jackal jumped 1 unit into the air, and quickly turned to the table decorated with a map of this Universe. The Elite behind the helm laughed at the puny Jackal, and his attempts to impress 'Xomemee. But no lower classes could do such the sort. Only higher classmen, like Elites or even Brutes—occasionally Hunters, could impress Headmistress enough to trust them with high duties, such as navigating a ship, or assassinating a Human pestilence.
"Um, Headmistress 'Xomemee… we will make our land on Earth in 92 units." The tiny Jackal looked up at the Headmistress sitting high on her floating chair—being able to fly by the technology they had stole from Humans; Opgravity. "By the 4th Unit 22nd Cycle, we should be on Earth's floor mat… Ma'am…"
"Considering the map the Rebels gave us are accurate."
The entire bridge turned to a large screen besides the Headmistress' chair. High Council Member Yala 'Faromee snapped on screen. Everyone on the bridge bowed to 1 knee in 1 swift moment. Even the mighty Headmistress bowed her head.
"Yala 'Faromee! Wasn't expecting you. We welcome you to the Fatal Predator." 'Xomemee welcomed him, raising her head a bit, as to see the Council Member's face.
"Please rise everyone, I just wanted to wish you all good luck. Fighting the Humans on their home front isn't an easy chore. But I believe you have sufficient units."
"More than enough, sir. We will obliterate the Human adversary. We will make you proud."
"That's what I like to hear 'Xomemee. You make it back, and you'll get a promotion to Council Member 14."
Council Members were a rising ruling body. They had no number limit in their council. Their numbers could rise from 5 to 200. Yala 'Faromee was a Council Member 4, and once the old Council Members [1-3] expired, then 'Faromee would advance into higher ranks. As 'Faromee was only on his 40th Cycle. And the upper members were on their 60th to 80th Cycles. 'Faromee figured he'd make a good impression on all Covenant, so when he becomes leader, the Covenant will follow him without insubordination.
'Xomemee smiled at the thought as she supportively nodded. "Just save that spot for me, sir, that job is as good as mine."
The Council Member nodded once more, and then flicked off the screen. 'Xomemee smiled. "Full speed ahead Zola 'Arkomee! I want to make this trip in less than 92 units. If you do make it, with my new power in the Council, I will promote you to Headmaster."
The Elite at the helm saluted her. "Headmistress, I'll make it in less than 82 units."
'Xomemee pouted. She knew the job would be hers, she just didn't want to wait that long.
The Master Chief threw his last grenade, which was a Plasma Grenade he had picked off from a dead Jackal and threw Shade stationed on a corner. The adhesive glued itself to a leg of the Shade, and exploded as the frightened Grunt tried to jump off. He was caught in the hail of Plasma, and was burned severely.
Mack, who was next to the Master Chief fired off his MA8B, decapitating a Jackal with its shield facing the Master Chief, completely opened to Mack.
The street the Spartans were on was no aware of them and was fighting back. There were many Covenant, enough that if you were in a Pelican 40 meters above the streets, it would look like the street was moving.
The Master Chief turned his body 45 degrees around; his feet planted on the ground, and fired a buckshot at an Elite who was getting to close. The Elite's shield flickered and malfunctioned. Mack took that time to fire 3 controlled assault rifle bullets into the Elite's skull. Blue blood poured from the Elite's holes on his face.
A brave but foolish Grunt got to close to the Master Chief's leg. The Chief kicked the small Grunt, as it landed on its back and tried to get up, but like a turtle on its back, it was difficult. 2 Covenant Grunts landed on each of the Chief's shoulders. They both had Plasma Grenades in their hands. And they planned to release the Plasma through the Master Chief's missing visor. The first attempt ended in failure, as Mack put 5 bullets through the Grunt's back, and broke his spine, but he was dead either way. The second attempt however, almost resulted in a triumph as the Plasma's bonding agent glued to the right side of the Master Chief's helmet.
The Grunt was brought down shortly after, as Mack put 1 bullet through the breathing apparatus of the Grunt. After falling back a few meters, the flammable methane gas exploded, exploding the Grunts head completely off.
The Master Chief pulled off his helmet, as the shield disappeared off the now gone helmet, and hugged around the Chief's head. The Chief heaved his helmet toward a group of Jackals. Upon hitting the floor, the Plasma Grenade exploded, it contraventioned the Master Chief's helmet.
The group of Jackals were also destroyed, leaving a gapping hole where they were once situated.
"This is getting too hot, Mack." The helmet less Master Chief told Mack, as they both hid behind a barrel for cover. "We'd better get out of here."
Mack nodded, and threw a HE-DP Frag to cover them while they ran to a safer zone.
Once the grenade blew, and Covenant screams were heard, the Master Chief and Mack took off running. As they ran, they noticed a nicely protected building, with a makeshift barrier around it.
"These look like the ones made by Marines." Mack added as he studied the barrier.
"That means there were or are Marines around here. Or maybe even Spartan 2 was around."
Mack nodded, as he followed the Master Chief into the building. There were spread out beds on the floor, and assault weapons shells alongside the front of the building, along the glass doors, reinforced by 2 inches of metal. It looked like a camping spot. And it was clear to the Master Chief that this was where Spartan 2 was held up for the last 3 days.
On a table aft of the beds were a couple of nutrient supplements and stim packs. And that reassured the Chief that Spartan 2 was here. Stim packs were only handed out to Spartans, for the simple fact that the suits were draining. And after a while, it left the Spartans with no strength. The stim pack brought back all that energy lost. And the nutrient supplement was simply their food in the field.
"Couldn't be long since they left." Mack called over to the Chief, as Mack picked up a still lit cigarette. The initials BB were inscribed on a small crimson paper wrapped around the cigarette's butt. The Master Chief took the Cigarette from Mack's hands, and tried to recall who smoked Cigarettes labeled with BB.
It immediately came to him. Spartan 233; Barry Bossworth. Master Chief of Spartan 2.
"So they must be nearby, radio them in Mack."
Mack nodded and did just that. "This is Spartan 3, can you hear me Spartan 2? Can you hear me?"
Mack's answer was a garbled mess of static. After a minute, Mack gave up. "Their radio must be down. That must have been the reason the Hail couldn't reach them. Not because they were out of range."
The Master Chief had no time to comment, as 2 different types of trilling shrieks came from high above. The Chief knew that one was a Banshee he had so much experience with, and the other a Poltergeist. One he was just introduced to 3 days ago, and hated so much already.
The sound of multiple Poltergeist shrieked mutually, and gave the Chief the impression there was more than 1.
"Let's take them down before they warn anyone of this location."
"Yeah, if they don't warn the Covenant, I'm sure the large hurdle outside will." Mack added matter-of-factly.
The Chief drew his holstered M12D, as Mack drew 'True Shot'. Mack was going for a 1 hit kill, while the Chief was going for a commandeering of the new Poltergeist. And a Handgun was a great way to kill the driver and leave the vehicle intact.
In no time, the Banshee was out of the air. It crashed in front of the building, sending pieces of shrapnel in a circular radius, but the makeshift barrier provided perfect cover.
The Master Chief shot the bottom of the Poltergeist, hoping if it was anything like the Banshees, it would go right through and kill the driver, just leave a little hole. Success—as the bullet pressed through the soft belly of the Poltergeist.
The Poltergeist spun out of control and crashed into its brother Poltergeist, ripping off its left wings. Unfortunately, the 1st Poltergeist crashed into a building, and exploded promptly. The 2nd, however, lingered above the makeshift barrier, slowly descending.
Once it ran out of enough power to hold it up, the Poltergeist nose-dived straight down. The pilot knew he was as good as dead, so he'd try to make as much damage as possible before he met his maker.
The Master Chief and Mack headed inside Spartan 2's sleeping quarters. To their regret, as the Poltergeist slammed through the steel barrier, and metal enforced door, and entered the building, facing the Chief and Mack.
A blinding green light came from the Poltergeist's cannon as the Master Chief and Mack took cover behind the strongest thing that was still standing. The Poltergeist released a Plasma comet nowhere in particular. The Covenant vehicle was caught in its own fire and exploded, in a mixed fire of red and green, along with the entire first floor.
"Move! Move! Move! Go! Hurry!"
Commands were being shouted across the evident highlands as vehicles sprung into action. This was Alpha Base B, it was a bit late, but it was fine. They had met a trio of 'lost' Poltergeist, and had to slow advance until they were taken down.
Alpha Base B had just reached the city limits. They were perpendicular to Alpha Base A now, and they were planning to meet with them, and fight together. But that, of course, was after they had secured the right side of the city.
They hadn't started the fight yet, and they were already down 14 Marines, 3 'Hogs, and 1 Spider. But they knew Alpha Base D would soon meet with them, they had planned that, since the route Alpha Base D had to take, the Southern side, was abandoned of Covenant.
The Covenant were primarily based on the West side, where Alpha Base A was suppose to proceed through. Then would follow the North Side, then the East. It was a substandard move by the Covenant, since it left them with many weaknesses, position wise, and left the Humans with the element of surprise.
Many Marines were walking, as there was no enough vehicles to cover all 4 bases, so each base got supplies corresponding to their route.
The Marines used 'Hogs for cover, so no stray Plasma could hit them, only planned, directed Plasma could hurt them. They looked around suspiciously, as they could feel Goosebumps forming on their necks, and that was never a good sign.
Captain Jessie Reynolds rode on the 2nd 'Hog. While he wanted to be the first, his Company wouldn't let him. He was too important to let go first.
He drove on the passenger seat, and turned to see a Marine pull up on his right. He nodded at the Marine, who nodded back. As the Marine turned back, he was caught off guard by a Plasma blast. The Plasma blew off his head, and sprayed blood all over the Captain.
The Captain wiped his eyes, and as he opened them again. A few more Marines had come across a Plasma shot to the face. The base was confused, no doubt about it. Captain Reynolds stared up ahead, and noticed shy outlines in front of the base. The Captain drew his M12D and fired at one of the outlines. Followed by a scream, and a sudden appearance of an Elite. The base was alarmed, but reacted quickly, and shot at thin air in front of them.
Many bullets hit nothing but air, while others met their targets and were rewarded by a downed Elite. The Elites up front took off their camouflage and showed how many there were. But the Elites seemed to be multiplying, as more appeared beside the base, and even behind. Alpha Base B had just walked into an ambush. Seemed those Poltergeists weren't lost after all, but were confirming that Alpha Base B was on its way.
Plasma fire raced back and forth toward the base, killing many Marines in seconds. The base retaliated by firing the Scorpion they had been delegated, taking out over 10 Elites in 1 blast. But this was not enough, as the Elites seemed to be multiplying still. Elites appeared over the vehicles with suddenness, wielding a Plasma Blade, and killed the Marines who occupied them with swiftness.
Until the final vehicle came, which was that of Captain Jessie Reynolds, Sergeant Kenny Smith, and Private Jenna Wilson. Sergeant Smith was the first to go, an Elite pulled up beside the Sergeant's door, and stabbed him multiple times in the chest. Next was Private Wilson. An Elite came from behind, grabbed her arms so she couldn't flail, and use his free hand to slit her throat open quickly.
The Captain wasn't going down without a fight. Jumping out of the 'Hog, he pulled a HE-DP Frag from his chest strap. "See you in hell!" He chucked the Frag into a nearby 'Hog, which was carrying most of the supplies. The grenade exploded, causing nearby grenades to explode, which at the end, caused a chain reaction, and made the truck itself explode. The blast was big enough to catch nearby 'Hogs, who had the bodies of Marines carrying grenades of their own. They added fuel to the fire. The blast kept going until it reached the last 'Hog, and detonated off the Marine's grenades.
The city block laid destroyed. Nothing stood, barely anything was still left. Under the shambles of the fallen buildings that were taken out during the explosion, laid a dormant Scorpion, still intact—but couldn't be said about the rest of the vehicles and bodies.
The Master Chief's audible alarm rang vociferously, and reverberated against the now hollow first floor. The beds were burned to large piles of ashes—the tables, supplements, stim packs, ammunition… all melted by the heat of the Plasma comet.
The Chief pushed away a piece of perforated cement that had chunked away from the ceiling. The audible alarm was still ringing, and his shields showed no signs of recharging.
"John? Are you still there?" The Master Chief paged the AI, as he looked down and his parts of his armor were missing. And what wasn't missing had holes in it. "John? Can you hear me?"
No answer…
The Master Chief looked around, remembering Mack was with him when they were blown up. The Chief then presumed to moving rocks, which once was ceiling pieces, trying to find Mack. When the Chief finally moved a large piece of rock, he heard an audible alarm that wasn't his own. He dug toward the sound, and quickly found Mack. But Mack laid still. The Master Chief tried to keep his cool, but couldn't help it.
"Mack! Mack! Are you alright, Mack?" The Master Chief used his regular strength to roll over rocks, as the suit provided nothing but an empty ringing alarm. The Master Chief pulled Mack up close. The Spartan's helmet was burned primarily around the visor. But the Master Chief couldn't see his face, so he pulled the helmet off.
Mack's face was burned as a result from the visor, as the visor was a heat conductor. The Chief had no visor, it was broken off by a Brute, lucky him. He was alive because of it. But now Mack, with out a doubt, was gone. Even John was now gone. And by some joke of God, the Spartan John was killed by an explosion, and the AI was damned to the same fate. Nothing the Chief could do about it.
The MJOLNIR IV armor was just holding the Master Chief back, adding weight to him, providing no shield, and the constant alarm reminded him of Mack, so he took it off; and once again became Nickolas. But this was a bad time to be naked. He was in the middle of a live city that was after him. And he had lost 2 close friends today. It seemed that nothing else could go wrong today.
But God had a sense of humor, as a dozen Elites came to check out the ruins.
CHAPTER 10 ==========================
10:05am September 15th, 2581 (Civilian Calendar)/
Epsilon Echelon System
Forerunners City
Nickolas braced himself for the oncoming battle. He had thought about slipping through the back, but without any weapons, he'd be as good as dead. So he figured he would ambush a few unexpecting Elites, take their weapons, and the shot them all dead. Easier said than done.
2 Elites walked calmly around the rocks of cement, trying to find any survivors, or even an explanation to what had happened. They, soon after, found pieces of a Poltergeist wing. The Elite turned to his comrades and said something in Covenant language. Too long of a sentence for it to be something like, 'I found a Poltergeist' or 'This is what caused the explosion. The Elite got on high alert, and started to search more fiercely. Seemed the Elite to the others there were humans around. Apparently, Poltergeists don't crash themselves.
As the Elite passed the jagged rock Nick was hiding behind, he sprung into action. Punching as hard as he could to the Elite's spine, nearly cracking it, but without the strength of the MJOLNIR, he was still to far from accomplishing it. The Elite fell forward, and turned around, to meet a kick to the chin. The Elite feel backwards into a crevice between two rocks. Nick made us of this and kicked the wobbly rock with his boot.
Luckily, the boots of the MJOLNIR didn't melt; they were under cement by the time the heat of the Plasma reached them, creating a protective layer.
The rock fell, crushing the Elite. An Elite from the back then caught Nick. He kicked off the rock directly under him, and slipped straight up through the Elite's arms. After slipping out, Nick pushed off the Elite's arm, and flipped over him.
Nick was powerful in the MJOLNIR armor, but without it, he was agile, and could do many acrobatic flips with ease.
As Nick landed, he did a sweeper kick, knocking the Elite off his feet. Nick turned to see an Elite headed his way. He had a Needler in his hands, but wasn't using it. Nick immediately noticed they were trying to catch him, not kill him. They knew without his armor, he would be an easy prisoner to contain.
Without hesitation, Nick sprinted out the back. He couldn't get caught now. He knew the Covenant would hold him for ransom, and force the Marines to pull back. He was too priceless to lose. And he knew nobody was going to risk losing him. But that would leave an option; would the Covenant really let him go if the Marines followed their demands? Either way, it was too dangerous to stick around.
Nick rounded the corner to find Alpha Base A passing by 2 blocks over. And they had just started to appear, lead by the Scorpion that was once his own. If he were to head there now, he'd reach the convoy by mid section. But the boots he had on would slow him down. They weight at least 20 pounds. He took them out and moved his feet around in his regular white sneakers. He started to run, happy he was going to get to safety. Without his armor, he was useless, especially without weapons. Not even grenades or a simple combat knife.
As he reached the first of the 2 blocks, a pack of the search Elites met with him. But Nick just pushed ahead, tackling them, hurting himself more than he did them. But an Elite caught him with a jab to the left cheek. Nick stumbled and fell, but picked himself back up. An Elite pistol whipped Nick on his back with a Plasma Rifle. Nick let out a hard groan, and fell to the ground again, where he was repeatedly kicked. He did another sweeper kick, and knocked all those who were near him.
He stood up and wiped blood from his mouth, as the world around him shook. He could hear the distorted commands being shouted from Alpha Base, but it seemed so far away, as his vision blurred. Nick dropped his pace a little, as he was feeling lightheaded, and fell to his knees. He tried to call out to the Company, but a light moan was the only thing he could do.
An Elite came walking slowly behind him, and lifted his Plasma Rifle in the air. Nick closed his eyes as he turned his body to face the Elite, and reopened them. The Elite brought the Rifle's butt sharply across Nick's face, and knocked him unconscious.
"All right men! You have been chosen to try a new prototype of the Helljumpers Divers." Commander Lloyd June said to his 2 squads—Alpha & Bravo, as he walked quickly between them.
The new Helljumper pods were now called Divers. They took more punishment as they traveled through the atmospheres, so the only way the Helljumpers would die would be because of faulty mistakes. The new prototypes were tested insignificantly, but not in real combat, and not for real. As in, no one has used them to 'jump' out of something.
The new Divers were lined up against the wall; all had small, protruding triangular wings out of the side of them. Many figured they would be used to slow down the fall, and lead up to the reason for the prototypes. At the front of the diver was an orange number, outlined in white.
"I wish you luck, and hope you come out of it alive."
Many of the squad members gulped. Why did they need luck? They had advanced so much in technology… did they really need luck? Luck was just a sugarcoated way to say hope this works and you come out with your ass still in place.
Commander June gulped. He had never been good at talking to large crowds. "Well! What the hell are you waiting for? Get into those Divers!"
"Sir, yes, sir!" The Helljumpers yelled with a smile. They orderly entered their designated pod.
The Commander stepped out of the catwalk where the squads were standing. As he did, the catwalk dropped, leaving the ground below the Divers free. Now they were ready to launch.
"Leela?"
"Yes Commander June?"
"Launch Sequence ready?
"Ready! Launch on your order!"
Commander June took a look at his brave squad and smiled. "Launch."
The metal pincher that held the Diver to the wall, retracted, leaving the Diver suspended in the air for a millisecond, then proceeded to fall out of the battleship.
Commander June did a Helljumper style salute; where he'd push a leg out a few inches, bring it back hard, and salute as the heels met.
The Helljumpers felt a tingling sensation as they fell through the atmosphere with no problem. The tinted windows left almost no visibility, but it looked damn cool. No one argued about that.
After a few seconds, as the Divers reached the altitude of 750 meters, the triangular wings extracted, creating a now airborne Diver.
The 2 squads cheered over DIVER-CC. The new add on would give them an advantage, allowing them to land where they please. But to their surprise, a blue screen switched on over their tinted windows. It showed the front of the Diver. The screen then flashed a white message, "Transforming". Soon following, the front of the Diver opened 2 square hatches, and out popped 2 machine guns.
The continued cheering over the CC, as Commander June smiled to himself. "Success." He turned on his DIVER-CC. "Good job, OSDT, now go make us proud!"
The Helljumpers swimmed around in the sky a while, before they lowered altitude, and finally decided to put their vehicles to good use.
Nickolas' vision finally came back, but in a blur motion. Which soon cleared up. He heard Covenant language in the background, and quickly remembered what had happened. As his vision cleared completely, he saw 4 Elites surrounding him. He was tied up to a chair with a type of rope he had never seen before.
"Finally, he's awake. The human that has caused so much trouble was so easy to capture. He's not so tough without his armor." 1 Elite talked loudly, mostly to himself, but also for the human. The rest of the Elites agreed.
Nick moved around to look at all 4 Elites. "What are you gonna do with me?"
The Elites laughed. Apparently, the thought of someone who has killed millions being afraid for his life was un-honoring. "I thought you'd be more brave and only worry about your fellow man's life."
Nick snarled under his breath. He wanted to make sure the plan wasn't so that he would be used as a hostage. But he couldn't let them know. If that wasn't the plan—if they hadn't thought of it yet, then he'd give them an idea. So he just relaxed, and would wait to see what the plan was.
"We're taking you to Earth. So you can sit back and watch your Planet die," An Elite took the liberty to spill the beans.
"With this little amount of Covenant?" Nick slapped himself on the inside. His habit has broken out. To retaliate himself, he decided to aggravate them—so it would seem he had a point to ask that. "You'll be crushed no matter how many you have!"
The head Elite smacked Nick with his backhand. Nick snapped back, and hung it before him. He slowly lifted his head from the hanging position, as blood dripped to his black shirt and black jeans. The Elite lifted his hand to smack Nick again, but a quick hand stopped him.
"Easy 'Sanamee, we need his unharmed for now. Maybe after you can beat him. But the Captain will have your head if you hurt him."
The Elites turned to face the voice and saluted when they saw their second-in-command.
Kana 'Tolimee stood fierce and ready as ever. "Don't let your guard down around him, men. He may not seem like much, but he can be dangerous if underestimated."
The 1st Lieutenant received a collective 'Sir, yes, sir.' Before he exited the room as quietly as he entered.
Nick smirked. He had always been taught to strike fear into the hearts of the kidnappers by taunting them. He was told it would make them nervous, and as you escape, they will be more vulnerable.
"You know he's right." Nick said, slyly as he averted his stare out of an elliptical shaped window.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Nick noticed through the window that there were stars… and endless darkness. He was in space. Headed for Earth. They were going to attack Earth. And since Earth would not be ready for an attack, they would get blindsided by a Covenant attack.
"Uh-uh…" Nick had a tough time getting the words out. But he forced his eyes off the empty space and to the Elites in front of him. "Uh, he's right. I am dangerous. That's why I'm gonna escape and kill you all. Then I will proceed to the bridge, where I will kill your Captain and Lieutenant.
"Then I will hijack the ship, and join the rest of the fleet. Where I will then attack the unexpecting Covenant. Picking them off, from last to first. And then I will be a hero."
The Covenant looked at each other with wide eyes. They then broke out in laughter with each other.
Nick sighed as he looked at the roof of the detention cell. His attempt to scare them ended up in the throwing him in a detention center. At least he wasn't alone. There were 5 locked up Marines here. Each in different cells, but the locks to each cell faced the other.
"What you in here for?" Asked a friendly Marine. Nick could almost immediately see the Marine was in here for a long time from his bony arms and his five o' clock shadow.
"Tried to scare the Covenant."
"Did it work?" The man asked as he started to move toward his bars, so he could get a better listen.
"Well… after they stopped laughing, they punched me in the stomach and threw me in here." Nick said, and then couldn't help but laugh, as the contagious laughter went around, the entire Marine Company of 5 broke into instant laughter.
"So what's to eat?" Nick asked, trying to lighten up the mood a little more.
"Whatever you can find." Another random Marine cried out.
Again, all the prisoners broke out laughing. Seemed the trip of 18 days wouldn't be as harsh with friends making you laugh.
SECTION IV===========================
REBEL STRIKE
CHAPTER 11 ==========================
9:13am October 2nd, 2581 (Civilian Calendar)/
Epsilon Eridani System Covenant Frigate Sinister Fusion
En Route to Earth
I hope you liked this section, cause I like writing it. You also may have noticed that during the end there, my way of writing changed, it was because last time I wrote in it was over almost a month ago. So my way of writing changed. Hope it isn't too much of a change. And you also may have noticed I cut the section off short. It was because I had ran myself into a corner. And if I were to delete some stuff, I would have to delete it all they way to where Nick got captured. And I didn't want to have to have wrote all that, and then just delete it... you understand. Well, please review if you feel like, and stick around, cause in under a month, section IV will be up; REBEL STRIKE. Take 2 guesses what it's going to be about...!