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I couldn't find an accurate list of Mass Effect's Human Colonies in both the Skyllian Verge and the Attican Traverse, much less the Terminus systems. So I had to make use of author liberties and name them myself. Despite the Game's codex mentioning the existence of "many" small colonies, the actual number that are named or that you are able to visit, within all the first three Mass Effect games is rather limited considering how many are mentioned.

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Now that that's all said; I say ON WITH THE STORY!

The research Cortana had conducted when she first connected to the Extranet, revealed that the edge of the Attican Traverse bordering Terminus Systems space is a Pirate hot spot; along with the entirety of the Skyllian Verge's poorly kept and barely established borders.

In fact her research had found that Colonies established in the Terminus had better survival rates due to the ability to buy off the pirates. The Frontier colonies on the Traverse's and Verge's borders with the Termninus systems were given no such safeguard against the pirates… no buy off was accepted, no mercy given.

Cortana's early research had painted the ugly picture of a political pawn field, where whole towns of hundreds to even thousands were traded as pawns in the political chess game of power play between the Citadel races, the Batarians, and the Terminus lords; most of which were pirates in fancy suites posing as wealthy aristocrats.

Cortana had found that the best ears to listen too, weren't the Salarian STG; instead she found the exiled nomad race of the Quarians to have a much more effective information network, the young ones on pilgrimage constantly sending information back to their beloved Migrant Fleet… which itself was forced to travel throughout the Terminus systems, any prolonged Migrant Fleet presence in Council space was met with threat of a militarily forced removal.

Due to this the Quarians had ears everywhere, and while they were super paranoid of AI attacks, Cortana had found their systems easy to breach; it was a stroke of luck actually… something her Spartan never seemed to run out of.

It went as thus… in order for Cortana to gain access to the Migrant Fleet she would need a connection that ran both ways, wherein lay the problem. The Quarians were smart, it mattered not the power of an AI if no return signal was possible, so they had made the fleets communications in such a way that the Extranet entered through the Fleet's systems where they could search through the filtered data behind Quarian firewalls… the return connection was active only when in use by the Quarians with clearance to send information from the fleet to another location.

It was a Water Dam; a great big Water Dam with only two gateways for water to flow in and out, but neither gateway was open at the same time as the other. Cortana was not able to gain access to the Quarian Migrant Fleet without alerting them to her existence… it was a damn effective way of locking her and any other AI or long range hackers out of Quarian systems.

However Cortana had faced many Water Dams that were even larger than this current obstacle, the answer was as easy as pie and had been used uncountable times throughout history… trickery. It was time to pull the old, time tested and effective tactical maneuver that had won many a war throughout human history… the Trojan horse.

Momentarily shutting down the VI of a company that the Migrant Fleet had been negotiating with in order to obtain more vessels; it was a scrapping company for old ships. She disguised herself as the scrapping company's VI and awaited the scheduled call and information exchange, involving the further purchasing of scrapped ships parts, as well as possible future purchasing of other resources for the Quarian Migrant Fleet.

Once the trade negotiations conference call was established, she had sent over a small nigh unnoticeable file of compiled data, it would un-compile into her latest and greatest data mining program… while not as powerful as her plans for the creation of the dumb AI Cinder; it was tricked out for stealth. It would easily inform her of important info, also planting the modified sterile field generator blueprints deep within Quarian systems, maintaining an active breadcrumb trail for one to find.

Cortana was not one to make things easy, one would have too be both excessively curious and tech-smart in order to find the Blueprints, something most Quarians had both of in spades, and thus mentally smirking to herself Cortana had placed the Breadcrumb trail and then left the Quarians Fleet's systems whilst pulling her focus back to the Dawn.

That was back when the Dawn was still undergoing repairs, and now that the ship was back up to combat status; Cortana was able to fully utilize the Slip-Space Drive Core that she and Inquisitive had created.

She had limited the Drive Cores power output before hand, slowing their travel through slip-space; giving her more times for calculations thus making things a smoother ride. The damaged hull could not take a slip-space induced anomaly… it would have possibly torn the ship apart.

However that problem was now rectified, the Dawn was repaired to the point where she could pull all the stops and not threaten the ships hull integrity; this alone nearly doubled their travel speed through Slip-Space.

And now they were traveling through Slip-Space's dangerous eleven dimensions of strangeness, were a whole new kind of mathematical physics was required to survive… and even its mind breaking mathematical rules could fluctuate wildly, changing at a moments notice.

The ship was the calm eye of the storm, the Drive Core being the source of stability, while around the ship strange lights and anomalies swirled about like churned mist, creating a strange sight that none who saw it would ever forget, it was both a blackness of nothingness… and a tunnel of white swirling light.

Words could not describe its inexplicably deadly yet strangely terrifying beauty.

Cortana was busy finalizing the combat plan, three different colonies were going to be struck by Batarian Slavers at the same time… this was un-acceptable.

Preparing to exit slip-space, Cortana prepped all forward archer missile pods and awaited the reappearance of normal space and time to occur. The black abyss, which was yet also the white swirling tunnel around the Dawn, became a blazing white and blue color as a window in the shape of a circle, its edges surrounded by static lightning and displaying colors of deepest black, varieties of blue, and a swirling white, didst open before the vessel.

The Circle that heralded the arrival of their doom was not missed by the Batarian vessels, all six Batarian Captains stared from the six captain chairs of the various classed raid group of six vessels. All of them watched the strange grey ship of strange design disgorge itself from the circular window into the eleven other dimensions of slip-space.

All had mere seconds to realize it had exited the strange anomaly directly above the starboard side of their lead frigate, all watched in horror as the giant grey box with a strange neck like head slammed its lower half across the top of the frigate at a diagonal angle. The Batarian Frigate was well equipped… being a newer model, many strings had been pulled for the Batarian military forces to allow several dozen of their new scout ships to become 'Stolen' pirate manned vessels.

But the frigates were the only large naval ship class that was able to do space to ground landings on medium to high gravity worlds, they were essential in a slave raid; being able to carry more 'cargo' and ferry more troops to the ground.

These new frigates were more heavily shielded and armored; they had Kinetic barriers that were designed to take several hits from colonial defense cannons… not as if the colonies they raided were equipped with them, that money was funneled into other projects by minor corrupt politicians under Batarian influence.

Their armor was Ablative, the best that could be made; it was designed to repel energy weapons such as lasers that would continue right past the kinetic barriers. The armor would boil and react to the DEW causing a fog of small metal bits that were supposedly able to nullify the laser beam's effectiveness.

So it was with shock and growing fear that the five remaining Batarian captains watched the brick like vessel continue on its path un-harried by the collision, tearing through the kinetic barriers and Ablative armor, and cutting through the baffles and bulkheads of the frigate. The two foot thick extra layer of titanium enforced armor the Dawn had externally covering almost every where on her outer hull, did not even flex as the ship rammed across the top of the Batarian Frigate,

The less than a foot thick of ablative armor the Frigate had was meant for energy weapons… not a makeshift titanium meteor the size of a small cruiser bearing down with its rear thrusters blazing with white hot propulsion. No the Frigate stood no chance whatsoever as the Dawn had cut through at an angle in such a way as to expose every deck of the ship to the vacuum of space, killing the Batarian Frigates Crew.

On-Board the Dawn Cortana sighed in relief, that had gone better than expected; she had seen the ship through portal exit and had adjusted the Dawns trajectory and thrust so as to do maximum damage to the Frigate whilst giving as little damage to the Dawn as was possible… the results had been far better than she had hoped for.

However why the Pirates were around the Dawns slip-space exit point had her intrigued… the answer became obvious after a quick scan of the surrounding system. She had vectored their exit to appear opposite the Colony's moon; making the surprise attack of the pirates attacking the colony an easier task.

It would seem that these Pirates had either delayed their attack, or their buddies that had cashed in with the Batarian banks for completing their colonial take over had jumped the gun and attacked early; possibly in hope of some extra reward or future job.

Cortana knew the Batarians had backed the attacking of three different small colonies simultaneously, she knew which ones and where they were located.

However she did not know exactly which one had already fallen to pirates, seeing as this world was safe and the pirate fleet had been hiding behind its moon ready to attack, Cortana requested the Chiefs permission and authorization to leave a present for the remaining pirates and continue on their way, permission and authorization he promptly gave.

Cortana smirked not that she needed the Chief's permission and he knew it, it was just fun to ask; and the Chief appreciated being informed before she did something drastic.

Turning the Dawn about she charged straight for the center of the still shell shocked Batarian raid group and charged the solitary Batarian cruiser, opening a Slip-Space Portal just before colliding with the enemy vessel the Dawn left something adrift in her wake…

The Pirate bridge crew of the Cruiser who were still in shock, could only watch the object that was dropped from the strange vessel that had vanished, they watched as it drifted in space before it bumped into their view port and sat there… then their was a flash and the shell-shocked Batarians and their clustered group of five vessels knew no more.

Down below on the unsuspecting Colony world alarms were blaring, the technicians and sensor station managers were scrambling about like chickens with their heads cut off… a massive nuclear detonation was just detected behind their moon.

That was not something any of them ever wanted to hear.

Continuing on to the next nearest Colony Cortana edited their plan of action accordingly; the next colonial world was either in the throes of attack or the one that was already occupied. If the former than the Hunters would be deployed with drop pods, destroy the enemy ground forces and then head to an un-populated location for awaiting extraction; if the later, then the Chief would be deployed with stealth ops in mind.

The Chief was far better at dealing with enemy forces that had large numbers of possible hostages than the Mgalekgolo were, he was the better option for the harder operation; the Hunters knew that they weren't as stealthy as the Spartan was, they held no objections to him getting the harder job.

Exiting slip-space yet again Cortana found that this colony was in the throes of being taken over by the Batarians, no ships had landed as of yet, but many drop ships full of Batarian pirates and enemy supplies were already deployed planet side.

While Cortana put a single archer missile through each and every enemy warships hull and successfully destroyed the pirate raid group, the Hunters entered their makeshift drop pods without question, after dropping them towards planet side Cortana dropped a black widow satellite drone equipped with a jammer that would keep the pirates on the ground from calling for help. Then she turned the dawn and yet again opened another Portal, which was one perk that her specially designed drive-core could do, it took a mere two minutes to recharge the coils, thus enabling them to open portals to slip-space far more frequently than before; it wasn't a forerunner drive, but it was the closest thing anyone had ever built towards one.

That fact aside Cortana was worried, if they didn't reach the last colony soon the Batarians would have the Civilian population of the colony onboard their ships… that would remove her chance at destroying their ships… and the only thing she would be able to do is hack several and watch the others escape with their new 'cargo'… That was unacceptable.

Arriving at their destination, Cortana was relieved to see that the Batarian slavers had not yet picked up their cargo, they had two cruisers heading groundside so as to do so, but she would not allow that, she accelerated the Dawn forward and put a missile through each of the ships on standby. She now knew why this group had jumped the gun and started early… numbers.

While the other two raid groups had six vessels each, this one had ten in number. No doubt due to the larger population of the colony that they had already taken over. Two of the vessels were Volus cargo ships, no doubt truly captured or stolen and repurposed as cattle ships for carrying more slaver 'cargo'.

After destroying the eight ships in orbit Cortana was now focused on the to Frigates who were landing, she could not destroy them without debris killing innocents below… yet she could not leave them be either… hacking each of them in turn she set their computers so that after they didst land, their systems would self wipe their own operating data. Effectively grounding the vessels, no one would be able to fly them unless they rewrote every piece of operating computer code on the ship.

That left anther minor problem… enemy numbers, she notified the Chief that there would be over four hundred enemy occupants on the colony below, he simply reassured her and stated he would be fine until she would come back after picking up the Hunters, their task would have been completed by the time she had returned to their location.

Cortana calculated it would be just over eight hours until she could return with reinforcements, she notified the Chief of this and he simply entered the Phantom Drop-ship which he had already pre-loaded with enough armaments for a small army and exited the Pelican Launch Bay.

While the Chief made his way planet side to begin a one man guerrilla war against more than four hundred slavers Cortana dropped another cloaked Black Widow long range communications jamming spy satellite, and then deployed another pet project of her and Inquisitive Creations making… the Huragok had been very pleased with this one. It was a Orbital Missile Insertion system, simply put it was anti-archer smart missile, designed to intercept anti-ship missiles before they made impact, with two re-purposed SGM-151 missile pods mounted to its sides, the new weapon would sit in stationary low orbit. Being tied to the Master Chief's HUD enabled him to call down sixteen small missiles, the larger missile being the seventeenth final strike package; it was far more potent than the sixteen other small anti-vehicle and personnel rockets it carried.

Having left her guardian with the tools he would need to succeed, Cortana turned the Dawn around yet again and entered a Slip-Space portal on the return trip to retrieve their two walking tanks.

The master Chief guided the Phantom down planet side, it was night time below; the phantom's lights had been shut off to maintain stealth. Hovering over a forested area five miles out from the colony's solitary city he landed the Phantom and equipped his first layout of combat gear… he wouldn't have to return to re-supply if he played his cards right.

He took a Type-51 carbine, various grenades and an energy sword, he also took one of his most recent finds whilst sorting through the Armories and storage spaces on the Dawn… the Type-51 Plasma Repeater.

The Type-51 plasma repeater he had found among the Sangheili armaments stored on the Dawn, he had been surprised to find one; it was a rare weapon having been not as widely manufactured by the covenant's armories.

It was an improved two handed version of the normal plasma rifle, could fire two hundred rounds; whilst being longer ranged and far more accurate. Carrying one weapon on his back, the other in his hands, with the energy sword and grenades around his waist, left his thigh plates clear for duel M7 sub-machine guns.

After throwing a Camouflage net over the drop ship the Chief sprinted for the small city, his objective was simple… secure the Colony of Prexamia … and secure it he would.

Captain Kaphe Sok'beral was very displeased; oh he was pleased that the two Frigate captains had somehow wiped their own ships systems, that fact had enabled him to quickly execute each of them on the charge of incompetence and combine their crews with his own, but he was displeased that their idiotic claims of the raid fleet being destroyed by a single ship… were proving to not be as idiotic as he first thought.

The ships in system were not responding to his hails, a quick check of the Colony's scanners had shown him the expanding debris fields of all the other ships in orbit… Including Kaphe's own cruiser classed vessel.

Kaphe was relieved that he had volunteered to lead the ground assault and occupational forces; it had just saved his neck. But the dilemma still stood, how to get off the Colony of Prexamia with his newly acquired spoils… not to mention that the entire operation's promised payment from the hierarchy now went solely to him as the only Captain remaining… however at the moment Kaphe was stuck with two now utterly useless Frigates and over four hundred and fifty soldiers under his command…

Entering Prexamia's police building located at the center of the small city, Kaphe sat in his chair at the center of the Batarian makeshift command center, looking at the various screens showing the dead switch and live camera footage status of each patrol squad, Kaphe pondered what to do with the nearly one thousand five hundred new slave's he had throughout all of the hastily constructed processing camps… they could not leave much less transport anything if they had no ships to hold themselves and their new 'goods'… and the fact that there was no ships or fleets in orbit to account for the destroyed raid group was disturbing.

There had been over two thousand and three hundred in the Prexamia's population, but after they arrived they had to kill any resistance as well as the useless elderly… and make examples of those who didn't show as much fear as others when cowering due to being within their superior Batarian presence.

That and many of the best looking woman and elder female minors had been set aside for his lieutenants and other lesser officers pleasure, Kaphe didn't care for the vile act that many of his underlings seemed to enjoy… he would rather have a good Batarian female than any Human slave scum, but setting aside many of the human females for them to play with when on their breaks between patrol shifts had gained him popularity, and popularity meant he stayed in power.

The two now unusable frigates had brought another Shipment of Control chips with them, they would be implanted into the colonists by simply cutting a whole in the back of a new slaves head and placing the chip there, apply medi-gel and voila you had a new slave drone tied to your will… the females he had set aside were un-processed, the Batarians enjoyed their cries as those in the cages were forced to watch their sisters violated, all whilst screaming for mercy and freedom… only death would come to them one after the other, damaged goods weren't worth transporting or selling.

So it was with slight surprise that Kaphe heard the screaming of the many females, which could be heard through the body camera video feeds of those who were on their patrol 'break'… simply go to silence.

Turning towards the screen showing the status of the guards and the patrol squad currently 'enjoying' their time off, he was met with naught but static on every single one of the live camera feeds to the group… with frustration he saw that their dead switches were activating at an alarmingly fast rate… within thirty seconds all twelve members of the squad were broadcasting a lack of life signs along with the four other guards stationed there.

Ordering a Pair of grizzlies and a captured Prexamia police Mako to the building that had been repurposed for his soldiers pleasure he order the three nearest squads to head there immediately while the three vehicles patrolled the area around the building to keep anyone from escaping.

The problem was obvious, it had to be the human females; they were underestimated and must have somehow risen up against the guards, it must have been some fluke… the fast activation of the dead switches was a glitch in the transmitter somewhere… their was no way such capable hostiles were on the planet, all scans showed no sign of landing craft.

No it was not the Demon Ghosts of the terminus… those bases that had turned up empty with everyone dead were just rumors… a new STG tactic to scare them… the destroyed ships in orbit were not tied to this they couldn't be…

Kaphe was pulled from his attempts to self deny his lack of control over the situation, by the alarms of the three squads Dead-Mans being triggered in rapid succession… the cameras were showing nothing but static, this was followed by the three vehicles and their crews going silent as well with all three crews having their dead-mans triggering in near unison… Kaphe felt his blood go cold… no female rebels could be able to do that… no matter how desperate…

Kaphe's mind was in panic 'The Demons… the destroyers… the ones that had slaughtered some Pirate outposts and even a staging base were here. They were here and they are going to kill me… they are going to…' 'STOP PANICKING YOU IDIOT!' he mentally shouted at himself… Kaphe took a deep breath and let it out... He had something those incompetent outposts and bases didn't have… numbers.

Grabbing his communicator he immediately ordered the all out assault of the small pleasure camp, with those who were able to kill one of these hostiles being awarded triple payment for their services, he would be committing half his forces to the task… surely they would succeed.

The Spartan stood silent… staring from the roof of the building at the three vehicles he had called down destruction upon… he had not spoken since he had arrived in the city… he had been briefed on the dead mans switches the Batarians fielded, he had made sure to strategize accordingly, slipping past the outer patrols, he had heard the screams of many woman echoing from within this building. Canceling his plan of killing the Batarian leadership first, he had entered the storage warehouse already knowing what he would find occurring within… he had put a stop to it, violently so.

(Flashback)

The woman within had stopped screaming when he had appeared… all were utterly silent as they watched their jailers, violators and would be killers brutally executed in painful and efficient ways… the Spartan had been quick according to the eyes of others… but to the eyes of another Spartan who understood the abilities of one entering Spartan time, or one of those few who knew how a Spartan operated, they would have seen the truth… it was only thirty seconds, but the Chief had taken his sweet time in those thirty precious ticks of the clock, extolling as much pain on each and every one of the Batarians before their death, giving as much pain as was spartanly possible within such a short time limit… that was not something that could be measured on any form of pain chart.

Spartans rarely became truly enraged… knowing what to expect was one thing seeing it was another. The Covenant had mostly killed… not raped and enslaved. What these Batarians were doing was something that would put any Spartan into a rage… and suffice to say the Chief was very angry, he did not act on that anger, that would be foolish; rather he put it aside as a drive for him to complete his objective, it would help give him more Adrenalin later.

He had simply torn open a cage door and gently pulled a terrified young woman near the door of it out, he had handed her one of the Batarians pistols and pointed at the locks of the other cages… she had understood and began running about shooting the locks at point blank range. Seeing some of the untouched woman in nurse uniforms, probably workers from the nearby hospital; he had approached each of them and point them to the woman who were in need of immediate medical attention… and clothing for that matter.

After the nurses had leapt into action, he noticed the first woman was now done opening the other cages, he got her attention by gently putting a hand on her shoulder, when she looked up at him with fear still present in her eyes he had motioned to all of the adult woman and the girls who were anywhere from twelve to seventeen and pointed to the basement entrance… she had understood his silent message.

While she had gathered the others up and had all of them start entering the basement he walked over to a group of three dead police officers dumped in a corner, he removed their omni-tools and tied them to his armors communications he then returned to the woman who he had given the pistol too.

Giving her one of the omni-tools he had then motioned the nurses enter with their patients, the last couple of women present had grabbed the fallen Batarians weapons before entering the Warehouse's basement… when the Chief and the woman with the pistol were the last ones above the basement floor the woman turned to him before entering the basement herself and asked "What are… no, who are you?" he had simply pointed to the numbers on his chest plate… she had looked at the number and then at his faceplate "your name is a number?... well then one hundred and seventeen… thank you for saving us." The stoic Spartan had nodded and the woman fled away to the basement, the Chief closed the door behind her, laying a thin sheet of metal over it so as to hide its location from prying eyes and yet allow those below to open it in time of need.

He had removed all civilians just in time for in the five minutes they had been entering the basement the Chief had kept a constant eye on his motion tracker… the camera feed from the orbital missile insertion system sitting in low stationary orbit helped him keep an eye on troop movements, he now had three vehicles and three separate squads on intercept course with his position they would arrive in less than two minutes… walking to the middle of the Warehouse storage room the Spartan had activated his camouflage module and waited.

The Batarians had rushed in from both sides of the building… only to find no one in the room, even the females were gone, they only found their dead comrades in the middle of the room along with the three human soldiers they had brutally dispatched for the human females 'entertainment' piled in the corner. All three squads eventually converged on the area where their dead brethren lay, their bodies crushed and their limbs broken, they looked to have been tossed about like rag dolls… that was a very unsettling thought.

They looked about at the grisly scene of death and carnage, only to freeze at the sight of the air in the midst of the afore mentioned death and carnage begin to shimmer… and slowly the guilty party of what they had just been looking at made himself known.

Green very heavy looking armor and a strange helmet with a golden visor… the thing was huge… no doubt this Human spirit of vengeance had been summoned to kill them for what they had done to the females who had been in this room, with desperate abandon those closest to it opened fire, shooting with everything they had… the demon spirit simply stood there taking their fire, surrounded by a shimmering field of golden light… then it lifted its strange weapon and opened up… one round to each Pirate Slaver's head was all it took to kill them… the squad leaders who had held back in order to watch the encounter realized that soon all their men including themselves would be dead… the third squad leader fell with a hole in his face directly between his four eyeballs, that was enough to tip the other two off, they abandoned their squads and fled towards the far side of the large Warehouse's room.

It was no use, the demon spirit of vengeance finally decided to move… it moved so quickly that those still alive to watch it saw only a streak of green and gold. It seemed to blur from existence with its speed and then solidify directly in front of the fleeing officers… it reached out with its gauntleted hands and snapped both their necks in unison… the last troops attempted to flee but as it was with their leaders it was no use, and deep down they knew it.

They were all going to die.

The Spartan downed the last soldier with a yet another headshot… that had been three squads of the Batarians… coupled with the first squad on that had been on their 'break' and the four guards he had killed along with them… all counted he had already killed fifty-two combatants. After he dealt with the vehicles outside he would have removed nearly one sixth of the enemy forces occupying the colony… although at this point the element of surprise was lost.

Meaning if he wanted to avoid any hostage situations he would have to be very careful about his next moves… climbing to the roof he had activated his camouflage and observed the three vehicles, they had stopped circling and now were stationary covering all exits of the building. He simply highlighted them on his HUD and set them as targets for the missile insertion system Cortana had left as a parting gift.

Three small missiles had been fired from the pods and were on a locked vector to their targets… they were lightly shielded to keep the atmosphere from burning them up before making the midway point where their thrusters activated and they came screaming down from the sky obliterating the three vehicles nearly at the same time.

Their crews hadn't even had time to realize they were dead before they're brains ceased to think,

(End Flashback)

The Chief watched the Pirates via the satellite feed from the black widow spy satellite and the missile insertion system, they were assembling half of their remaining forces to assault his position… that would risk the Civilians in the basement below and that was unacceptable.

Having connected the police omni-tools he had scavenged to his communications unit within his armor, he broadcasted a message to the women in the basement… "I am leaving this location, they will be focused on me not you. If you wish to live then you will do the following, maintain silence as much as possible, do not exit the building until I message you with an all clear… and if the Batarians find you hit the panic button on the omni-tool."

With that said he cut the link, he was very pleased with the pre-program software package for manipulating omni-tools to his needs that Cortana had wrote; foreseeing situations such as this, it was a simple HUD activated program that turned any omni-tool he touched into a communication device slaved to his armor. When he would leave the planet he would activate the wipe function, removing all data of the omni-tool ever being tampered with.

Dropping from the building to the ground below, he estimated he had ten minutes before the attack force of just over two hundred Batarians set out to find him with their vehicles and other heavy combat weaponry… he would be somewhere else by then, but he would first draw their attention away from the building the women were located in.

Sprinting towards the edge of town he decided it was time to eliminate the now weakened outer patrols, he would have to deal with the slave processing camps last, if he attacked those places then the small army being assembled just to find and kill him would possibly slaughter the civilians located within the camps… the Batarians did not need to have the fact that he cared about civilians brought to the forefront of their minds… that could give them ideas.

Approaching the first patrol group which now had only six Batarians within the squad instead of twelve, he sprinted through and put precise head-shots through each one of their skulls.

At this rate the remaining slaver search and patrol squads would be eliminated wholesale; before the large enemy force could be mobilized. The Spartan continued on his way, sprinting along the enemy patrol route he had memorized on his way into the city.

Kaphe was livid with rage… he had taken half of the Patrol force to add to his massive hunt and assault unit that would eliminate this threat, even though he did not know what this threat even looked like… Frankly speaking; Kaphe did not wish to find out what it looked like up close… until long after it was dead.

However the patrol groups no being run by six man squads were being slaughtered… cameras would blur and turn to static, vocal communications would stop transmitting, and then their dead switches would go off in rapid succession.

There it was again, that was the fourth squad, he only had six on patrol detail… this was not good. Forming a plan Kaphe decided on the fortress route, he would sacrifice the last two patrol squads for more time and then surround his current position with the newly formed two hundred strong assault unit… along with the vehicles and heavy YMIR Mechs they had both captured and brought themselves.

If this devil wished to raise more hell than it would have to fight through his best and most well armed troops.., Kaphe was confident that the fortress tactic would work.

He gave the order to surround and defend the command base camp at the captured Prexamia police headquarters; the devils did not seem interested in the processing slave and prisoners camps. They had ignored them completely… it would come for the leaders… Kaphe new that meant himself. He was the bait here, and he would make utterly sure that the bait survived this coming trail… his life depended on that fact.

Having just finished the last patrol squad of enemy soldiers, the Chief checked his satellite feeds; it seemed the Batarian in charge had not taken the bait of pursuing the Spartan… rather he was encircling his command position with the now fully assembled two hundred count Batarian army… equipped with grizzlies, Makos and what looked to be several combat Mechs.

The Spartan knew that if he was equipped with equipment from this universe then the Batarians fortress strategy would have won against him… but he wasn't of this universe, he was far more capable then his current enemies could imagine.

The Spartan cloaked and climbed the nearest building with a view of the Prexamia police headquarters; he then immediately began highlighting targets for the Missile insertion system. Once he had a target for each smaller missile he toggled the fire control on his HUD and proceeded to watch the following fireworks.

Grizzlies and Makos along with the heavier looking Mechs were all blown to pieces one after the other in quick succession, the pirate forces were thrown into utter confusion and panic, whilst the Spartan examined his remaining missile stocks… his HUD stated he had one small missile and the final package itself left to fire.

From his vantage point he could see the police headquarters roof, targeting the center of the roofs top he fired the last mini missile and counted to ten before firing the final strike package.

The mini missile came screaming down from orbit, smashing into the roof and exploding, leaving a sizable hole… that was soon the entry point for the final strike package. Suffice to say; the building that had been used as the Batarian command post had simply ceased to exist.

The Spartan then readied his Carbine and began to snipe the enemy forces with the green radioactive rounds it did produce when he squeezed the trigger, never missing his targets; he began to rapidly remove the enemy forces arrayed before him. Whilst the Pirates were now even more disorganized, the smarter ones dove for cover while the rest were attempting to figure out what exactly had destroyed nearly all their vehicles, along with the building they were supposed to guard.

No pirate Batarian officer in the defending pirate forces had taken charge; leaving them disorganized and in the open with no orders… they were easy pickings for the Spartan. The Chief was running out of ammo for the Carbine, he had spent most of it… spending the last of his Carbine ammunition the Spartan walked to the edge of the building he was on… and simply stepped of.

In the middle of the three story long drop he stowed his Carbine and grabbed both the M7 sub-machineguns of his magnetic thigh-plates; planning on his accuracy to help extend the use of his M7's ammunition, the Spartan strode forward to finish what he had started… the remaining pirates were now living a doomed existence.

Jade knew of one sure thing… she was scared, very, very scared. She had been out with her mother and big brother for her first time going to the park, it had been fun… the swings, the fort with its slide for her to fly down… it had been the best day ever!

But then her mother had looked at her glowing arm thing she liked so much, and gotten worried about something… that's when the sirens started and her mother had grabbed Jade and jade's big brother and told them to run… and run fast.

They had run… and they had run fast… but they didn't get away from those weird four-eyeballed people. A metal flying thing had dropped down from the sky and a bunch of the four-eyeballed ones had come out from its stomach.

They had tried to run, but the four-eyes pointed something at them and they had felt pain and then darkness… they had woken in a cage with a bunch of other people in other cages next to them. The four eyes would sometimes bring water and food and tease them with it… whatever small amount of food or water they had gotten her big brother had given to her…

They had stayed there and watched through the bars as what her brother called the four-eyes had seemed suddenly panicked… they had heard them yelling at each other in their strange language… they had heard a loud explosion far away… then one four-eyes voice sounded above the others and they had begun pulling people from cages and bringing them back… and now the four eyes had done something to her big brother… something horrible.

Jade looked up from the corner she had curled up in and stared at what had once been her big brother… he… no… not he… 'It'… was sitting by the cage door, where the four eyes had dumped it. Her big brother would make jokes… he would try to make her smile and forget that they were in danger… 'It' looked like her big brother… but yet wasn't her brother… 'It' just sat there… silent… unmoving… with no life in its eyes…

Jade looked around at the other cages on either side of her own… her big brother's last orders to her were to stay in the most hidden corner and remain as quite as possible… even from her location she could tell that 'It' wasn't alone… there were others, others that stared at nothing and just sat there… in fact almost no one left was not an 'It' now… she had to stay unnoticed or the four eyes would turn her into an 'It' as well.

She could tell not many not 'Its' were left besides herself… the noise of everybody shouting and crying was almost gone now… the four-eyes were walking by the cages looking for more not 'Its' to turn into 'Its'… she would pretend to be an 'It' when they walked by her cage… staring forward at nothing, her head to the back of the cage… unlike the 'Its' she did not have any red-stuff that comes from cuts on the back of her head.

If only her mother were here… she would know how to turn 'It' back into her big brother again… her mother would take her gun and shoot the four eyes… her mother was good like that… but her mother wasn't here.

The nervous four-eyes were walking by her cage yet again… one of them pointed at her… she did her best to look like one of the 'Its' but it was no use… they said something to the 'It' that used to be her big brother… and then the 'It' stood and walked over to her… staring at her with dull lifeless looking unseeing eyes… 'It' grabbed her and hauled her out of the cage for the four eyes to take… she cried silent tears as they dragged her through the room filled with cages… she had been caught… again.

Pulling her along the four-eyes went down a hall towards a room… there was a line of not 'Its' along the wall beside the door… a four-eyeballed one was pointing a gun at the line of people… there were several people laying on the floor not moving with red stuff all around them… Jade hoped that wouldn't happen to her… it didn't look good at all.

As Jade stood there in the line trying to remain unnoticed she saw that the line was moving forward one by one… from what she could see the four-eyes would grab the person at the front and push him into a room… then after a little bit they would walk out with the person following them… but it was no longer a person… it was an 'It'… Jade did not want to be an 'It'… but the four-eyes with the gun would hurt her if she tried to escape… her mother always warned her about guns… it had to do with her mother's job.

The person at the front of the line was a boy that she had been playing with at the park… he was five years old like her. The four-eyes grabbed him and looked at the line of afraid people… his two sets of eyes landed on her, and stayed on her… he walked over and grabbed her arm with his other hand… dragging her and the boy into the room.

Inside was a chair, covered in red stuff… and a four-eyes was by a table that had a bunch of weird circle things on it… the boy was put in the chair and they slapped him when he tried to fight. The four-eyes by the table walked over and took a circle thing… and a knife.

Jade watched in horror as one of the four-eyes held the boy down, while the other took the knife and slowly stabbed it into the back of the boys head… the boy was screaming now… then the four-eyes with the knife took the circle thing and pushed it into the boys head.

Dragging the boy out of the chair they stood him on his feet and one of the Four-eyes messed with a glowing arm thingy… Jade nearly threw up in horror when the boy froze and his eyes turned lifeless… he was an 'It' now… her new friend she had made at the park was gone.

The new 'It' was led out of the room while the only remaining four-eyes… the one with the knife strode towards her… she did the only she could, she fought. Jade ran directly at the four-eyes and tried to kick him where her mother said to kick guys if she was being kidnapped… it only made the four-eyes mad.

He slapped her across the face… hard. Jade thought she saw the prettiest stars… and then she was back to the present where she was being pushed into a chair, she could already sense the knife slowly heading for the back of her head; she struggled as hard as she could screaming her lungs out… she would not be an 'It'… she would not be taken!

She was so focused on escape that she didn't even hear the strange loud sounds or the screams of the four-eyes outside… she stopped struggling when the door exploded into pieces… and she found herself staring at the most beautiful green armored knight she had ever seen nor dreamed of… he stood there… with a broken four-eyes held up with one hand for all to see, its neck was turned the wrong way.

But her amazement was curbed by the feeling of a knife at her throat… jade did her best to not move and have the knife cut her… something in the back of her mind told her that would be very, very bad.

The four-eyes had stopped doing stuff to the back of her head and now growled stuff she couldn't understand to the gold faced green armored warrior before her… the Green Knight spoke back to the four-eyes its voice gave Jade chills down her spine… it then exploded into motion; moving so fast that Jade could hardly register it moving before it was past her and the four-eyes behind her had screamed… turning her head she caught sight of the Green Knight slamming his metal foot down on the four-eye's head… smashing it.

Jumping from the chair Jade ignored the Knight as she desperately felt the back of her head… her hands came away with red on them… searching the back of her head she found the lump of the circle thing the four-eyes had put there just before the Green Knight had shown up.

Jade didn't care if it hurt her… SHE WOULD NOT BE AN 'IT'! grabbing it with both hands she screamed her lungs out yet again as she pulled the object from her head… upon its removal she flung the horrid black circle thing at the Green Knight's feet, she pointed at it and screamed one word, "Smash!" the Green Knight obediently lifted his foot and brought it down on the device… crushing it to pieces.

Jade sat down where she stood and cried… she had almost been turned into an 'It', the knight had saved her from that. She was soon being comforted and medically treated by those who were in the line outside the door.

The knight quietly strode from the room, Jade got up and sprinted away from the other people who were now getting food, doing her best to catch him, "hey! mister knight!" he stood there at the edge of the halls last doorway and turned his head toward her… "My big brother… please help my big brother!"

Turning around the Green Knight picked her up and set her on his shoulder… "Show me where to go," was all he had said. She pointed him down the hallways that led to where the cages had been, upon arrival she saw all the four-eyes were broken… laying on the floor with puddles of stuff around their bodies.

Pointing to her brother's cage, the knight put her down and strode up to the cage's door. With one hand he gripped the door bars and tore the entire entrance of the cage off, the Green Knight then carefully and gently brought her brother out of the cage. Upon setting him down Jade checked the back of his head… there was the lump of the circle thing… but there was no cut anymore.

Jade didn't know how to get the circle thing out… the Green Knight saw her dilemma and drew forth a metal knife from seemingly thin air, "it will hurt for awhile, but I can get it out of his head."

Tearfully Jade nodded her agreement, then quicker than she had thought was possible the Green Knight had made a small cut and removed the object… crushing it in his green armored fist. Jade watched as the Green Knight put a bandage on the wound, and then she saw her brothers eyes become his own again… "Jade is that you… everything I see is blurry." Jade's answer to her brothers question was just a simple heart felt hug… she decided she would not let go anytime soon.

Looking around for the Green Knight who had silently disappeared while she was still hugging her brother she saw him walking towards the nearest wall, he then (to her amazement) leaped to the walls top… only to drop down on the other side and disappear… "Goodbye Green Knight." Was all she said; as she continued to hug her newly returned big brother; whilst crying her tears on his shoulder.

The Spartan was finishing things quickly, he would be done ahead of schedule… while the Batarian slavers had been numerous and well equipped by this galaxy's standards, their training had much to be desired. The Chief had realized that every weapon he had currently fielded could punch through the Batarian's kinetic barriers and armor with ease.

He had found that speed and shock and awe tactics were an excellent way to counter any organized resistance, tie that with the accuracy that Spartans were well known for and he had found that the removal of nearly four hundred and thirty Batarians had only taken him six and a half hours.

After their leadership had been removed and their assault group assembled around the now ruined Prexamia Police HQ utterly wiped out, the remaining Batarians in the slave processing camps assumed that the fleet they believed to still be in orbit would send down transports so they could leave. They had doubled their efforts to process all their newly acquired 'stock' in the camps, not knowing that the ships waiting in orbit were gone and would never deliver their shuttles.

After destroying the enemy HQ and the small army that had surrounded it the Spartan had cleared each grounded frigate of enemies, and then proceeded to take out the various slave processing camps located throughout the Colony's capital city.

With their communications hub destroyed with the Batarian command HQ, the Chief found that the different slave camps were mostly uninformed of the current events. Many of the Batarians in charge of the camps had ordered things to continue as if nothing was wrong, while other's such as the last camp he dealt with had tried to rush things; believing they were going to leave sooner than expected… they had been partially correct in that line of thinking, they had left this life far sooner than they had expected; he had seen to that.

Very rarely do Spartans laugh… but the young girl no older than early six at most had made the Spartan give a small chuckle, she had shown smarts and bravery; fighting for her freedom and showing no fear when he had appeared.

He had watched her pull the control chip out of the back of her head, were the Batarian slaver she had been fighting placed it; that had surprised him. She then had fearlessly ordered him to destroy the device… her innocent mind recognizing it as something evil, and oddly classifying him as an ally and not a new enemy on sight. That had made him chuckle… afterwards; her immediate concern having been for her brother and not her self had gained his respect.

Continuing on his way; the Spartan headed for the last processing camp, the nurses he had saved with the other woman could deal with the rest of those who were control-chipped, he had only stopped for the young girl because she had surprised him with her fearlessness, and it had been on his route out of the re-purposed hardware store the last slave camp had been built in.

Moving towards his next objective the Spartan's instincts started to yell at him to find something to conceal most of his armor… a non logical action to be sure, but if their was one non logical thing that CPO Mendez had drilled into every Spartans head, it was the simple rule of following certain gut instincts.

Grabbing a large piece of thick partially burned brown cloth that had once been an outdoor awning over a picnic table, the Spartan II quickly began tearing it to the right size; whilst continuing towards his last target.

Once finished with the makeshift cloak her put it on… there was no true reason for doing so, but that feeling one gets in their gut told him otherwise. Approaching the last processing camp for him to clear out, the Chief saw that it was built in what appeared to have been a museum of sorts, if the sign that said "museum of humanity through history" was truthful that is.

Moving in he cleared the building in record time, room by room, enemy by enemy… he had finished of the final twenty-seven enemy combatants, the last five had been killed with CQC tactics… he had finally run out of ammunition, having fired his last magazines for his M7 case-less sub machine guns. Once finished and after having patrolled for any more Batarians, the Chief left the city and called all the different groups he had given recoded omni-tools too, giving them the all clear.

The now brown robed Spartan headed for his phantom drop ship, he would stow his gear and enter this system's moon's orbit to await Cortana's return. The Pirates throughout the Terminus Systems would curb their activities when the information of what had occurred today got out… the power of fear was an amazing psychological weapon… unless they were Krogan… this part of the Galaxy was soon going to see some young krogan who would be searching for these new 'opponents' to challenge… that was what Cortana had predicted at least.

Having retrieved the Black widow spy satellite the Spartan set a course to stick within orbit Prexamia's moon and left the drop-ship on auto-pilot… he would be cleaning weapons and gear until he was retrieved by the Dawn… that would be several hours from now.

In the Psi Tophet cluster… on the ocean world of 2181 Despoina the current watcher continued to watch things through the artifact fragments with great interest… little had changed in other places of the Galaxy over the past several solar cycles… however the foolish arrogant Batarians who believed they were the Apex race of this cycle; had hired raiders and slavers of their own kind to attack worlds where the Human's now lived…

The watcher had mentally sighed to itself; 'politics'… it thought to itself… 'are tiresome'… what had truly caught its attention was the sudden silence its enthralled who were in contact with the three raid groups had suddenly been hearing… followed by the three raid groups complete disappearance… it had the Watcher worried.

It knew that the pawns of the enemy were already moving… the Humans were the target… these puppets called the collectors had been tasked by their former brethren Harbinger who was the first of the enemy hoard; to harvest the humans to build a new Reaper… 'The enemy's logic is sound' the watcher thought. 'The Humans delayed the cycle… killed an enemy watcher… the enemy intended the Humans to replace it.'

The Raiders must have faced the Collectors… however the news it gathered later was even more strange… no collectors… no missing humans… only debris fields of enemy ships… the Organics in power dismissed the thought that something had destroyed the raid groups, claiming the large clouds of small debris must have already been there…

The watcher scoffed at the lesser species leader's willful Ignorance, blindness and stupidity… it looked at the reality of the situation… someone may have broken from the mass relays trap… the thoughts the watcher gathered from its enthralled on reports of two Mech behemoths slaughtering raiders on one colony… while a green armored Mech did the same on the other at nearly the same time… only strengthened its suspicions.

They were undoubtedly the same group to have caught its attention recently… this required the watcher's investigation. It would send the enthralled known as the seer… the one who worked willingly with them despite not knowing of them… she needed only guidance… not their dominating control… the watcher had already mentally nudged her to take her doings to the world's were those refugees who had seen the ones that had struck fear into the terminus resided…

She had been preparing to do as the watcher suggested… now he sent a new command, he simply put a message into her mind… "Prexamia, go to Prexamia…" she immediately quickened her packing to do their bidding… she was excited at what she would find… she was thinking on how she had never received a message so clear before… the watcher was pleased that she did not try to pursue were the message truly came from… the Darkness must not be Breached… Its kind must not be found.

Sending a message to its replacement that it would take the next shift willingly it was asked why… simply saying that something had piqued its interest and that it was quietly investigating was enough to convince the elder who would have taken the next shift… some of the young would take three shifts at a time… just to sate their curiosity of the galaxy at large.

However these events were different… if things continued to escalate… then the watcher would bring a report to the eldest elder… the cycle had never been broken since its inception; their own race being the first victims… the Crucible had never been completed…

The very reason the intelligence allowed the Crucible's continued design every cycle was suspicious enough to warn the watcher and his kind of not attempting it themselves… the intelligence had plans for the crucible… plans that may not be in their best interests.

The Seer was now preparing to leave… she would travel to Prexamia… and the artifact fragment she carried with her would be key to seeing into the minds of those who had seen… after that the Watcher decided to send the Seer to a nearby world where several refugees of when the unknown quantity had appeared resided. It would learn what put such fear in the hearts of so many… it would do so before the enemy decided to search as well…

The watcher had a feeling of premonition… 'Interesting times are approaching'… 'what does the future hold'… 'none can truly tell the truth of its alluring mystery'… 'although' the watcher mused 'the Seer does certainly try'

With that it waited… it was patient… very patient… it would learn what it wanted in time… its race was very, very long lived…

The watcher had all the time in the world.

On the planet Alchera a lone Geth platform walked through the wreckage of a ship they had viewed on the Extranet… it was Shepard Commanders Ship… it was SR-1 Normandy… accessing the broken systems through out the crash site had revealed much…

The Normandy had been eliminated by the Collectors… most of the crew had survived… the Geth platform continued to search the crash site… it finally found what it had spent the last solar cycles searching for… evidence… its first priority, to find what had become of Shepard Commander had been completed… Shepard Commander was dead… the armor piece laying before it confirmed this.

Taking the Armor piece with it as solid evidence the Geth platform returned to its vessel… its next priority was now needed to be fulfilled… learn what new data it could on the old machines… the Geth build their own future… the old machines would be defeated… if this priority was not met then the Geth had no future to call their own.

They would research the old machines technologies… they would use it against the old machines… they would secure their future. The heretics would conform or be destroyed… consensus had been reached… it would seek out the Heretics to find the technology they had from the old machines… it would complete its priorities…

It continue to be wary of the strange one… even more signs of her presence had been found… nearly untraceable… if the old machines had searched for her they're systems would not have found her existence… she had left these trace's specifically for the Geth to find… it was a game to her… should they play it? What dangers were they facing if they did? What threats could they be courting?

Consensus pending….

Consensus has been reached.

The Geth would play her game.

On the forward unto dawn Cortana smirked… her deftly placed masterfully disguised listening codes in the Geth collective were talking to her… she had wrote them in a way where the Geth would see them and yet not realize they were listening programs… it was a brilliant piece of work, if she said so herself.

The data she was receiving told her that the Geth had just accepted her invitation to play some games… smirking all the while; the UNSC, forerunner upgraded, third generation, hyper experimental prototype smart AI started layering the new code traces she left for the Geth with Data…

When collected it would form a question… when that question was answered it would transmit the answer to her along with a billion other locations and then self delete itself… she was going to have some fun…

Oh yes she had not played with anyone remotely challenging in years…

This would be exciting!

Harbinger began to stir… Sovereign had failed… but the cycle would continue nonetheless… its puppets were preparing to collect Humans in large quantities, already one world had been cleared of its inhabitants… they had been processed into the foundations for a new Reaper… Shepard had been dealt with… all would soon lead to the Harvest…

But the rumors of these machines that fought for the innocent… they were intriguing…. Harbinger decided it would find them and their makers when the time came… he would re-purpose them… a new and effective tool for the future Harvests.

Already the Human Reaper's bare supports took shape… it would require thousands more to be completed… its indoctrinated tool's would assist the already blind galactic leaders to turn their eyes away from the soon to be emptied colonies… all would be collected… all would be harvested… all would come together as one to create the new Brother… the new machine… the New Reaper.

The cycle would continue… all would be uplifted to higher status… all would become one… all would become Reaper.

Any who resisted would be forced, indoctrinated, or destroyed… such as it was… such as it has always been… since Harbingers own creation… its creator the intelligence had mandated that the Cycle would continue… the Harvest was approaching… the great host was stirring… beginning the long travel from dark space to the outer rim.

They would sweep over the galaxy like a sweeping unstoppable tide… no more delays… no more stopping the harvest… the Cycle would continue… it would be done as it had always been done, slow methodical and unfaltering… all would be consumed… all would be Harvested.

All would be uplifted to perfection.

On Prexamia the clean-up efforts were in full swing… the news agencies had been interested, sending several journalists… but the Galactic eye was still mostly focused on the citadel attack… where the politicians wanted it to be focused.

Within the city's museum a old fashioned digital camera sat in its showcase… the glass had been smashed and the pre-element zero SSD video Camera was laying on its side… the lens facing the bulk of the room… within its line of sight lay seven dead Batarians and a smashed Heavy Mech.

If one looked closely they would see where the recording button had been pressed when the camera had fallen on its side… the museum curator took good care of its items… he even went so far as to make sure many of them still worked… increasing the value of the item and the reputation of the museum…

The Camera had been built in the late twenty twenty's over a hundred and fifty years ago, it had several terabytes of SSD memory space all which was empty. Its battery was the best of its time; it could record for several days even weeks back when it was in its prime.

The camera type had been replaced by the smaller and higher resolution technology discovered with element zero… the entire industry of electronics had either conformed to element zero technology or been shutdown from lack of buyers.

With a quite click the camera shut down from power loss… if someone were to power it up they would find the footage of the Batarian that had smashed the display case… and several hours later, the sight of a very large cloaked figure… smashing the Heavy Mech and wiping the Batarians out with strange weapons and close combat…

The camera sat there innocently waiting for its recording to be discovered…

The Urban Galactic wide legend…

the conspiracy theories…

the tall tale told to children and adult alike…

the whispered stories of the Mysterious Unknown Defender and his various unknown allies had begun.

Tali entered her living quarters… she had been back at the fleet for two days now… her trial mission had been a success… she had gained top marks from all her overseers, she was now a special operative of the Migrant fleet, she would be called in from her pilgrimage to be sent out for important missions involving data gathering for perhaps one day retaking the Quarian colonies and home world of Rannoch…

Sitting down on her bunk she began to run assessments on her suite… after checking everything and finding it passed her inspection she began to look through her message box… only to find a strange message… from someone she did not know… all it had was a last name… one that she did recognize, it was a once renowned scientist who had recently died of old age… he had been searching for ways to help the Quarian immune system improve…

The only other thing in the message was a ships room number and a password… wondering what this was all about Tali decided to investigate.

She was after all curious and she did have a week off from her pilgrimage to spend with the fleet.

"I could always use another adventure" she said as she left to search for the room number…

Tali didn't know it yet, but completing this puzzle adventure had a reward...

And oh what a reward this particular adventure would deliver.

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Finally! Chapter eight! The longest chapter yet! It's done!

Anyways hope you all enjoyed it, took forever to type this one, if you have a review than by all means leave one below, and to all of you who are saying I should write a book, well I have decided to do so… it will probably take awhile to make perfect but I have awesome action packed adventure story in mind… the main character will be a certain strange green eyed little girl… who I might add will be returning to this fan-fiction soon…

So I'm going to take a day off to rest my aching noggin, and then alternate between typing this story and writing my own intense junior novel series.

So expect future chapters to be posted a bit slower… ill still post three or more a month though… I really intend to finish this story, every chapter I type my grammar improves and my words per minute increase… it's a great way to practice writing.

So see you all at chapter nine! This is Gabenator5 SIGNING OFF!