Chapter 2: An Ambush
SHRESS LA'VDAMEE POV
Shress stepped over the bodies of the alien soldiers. They had easily fallen to her blade and never even knew she was there.
She couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. As part of a military family, she was brought up to know the difference between a warrior and a coward. Warriors fight their adversaries head on; cowards slip a knife into the enemy's throat from behind. Killing these aliens from behind with her active camouflage on was a cowardly act, but, in the San 'Shyuum's point of view, this was a good kill.
Shress pushed these thoughts out of her mind as she walked to the "Utility room" —as the humans called it. She descended on the slanted walkway, her hoofs causing faint echoes in the empty room as she neared what appeared to be a "power room." Inside were wires, levers and knobs, tooting and buzzing at such a tremendous rate it took Shress off guard for a bit. This was her first time in a human structure. She never realized how primitive their machinery was.
Shress touched a small device connected to her helmet and spoke, "Kluan, I'm in the… utility room." She spoke slowly and with uncertainty. "What am I to do now?"
A moment later a deep voice rumbled back into her ear. "There should be a…computer looking thing on the wall. It should look like a small terminal."
Shress scoured the walls until finding a small device on the opposite side. Only the screen glowed green, and the buttons were small with unfamiliar characters imprinted on them.
She called her Zealot brother again. "I think I found it. Which control do I touch?"
"It should be a red control but don't smash it. You have to press lightly in order to activate it." He answered.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure," Kluan said with a touch of irritation. "The humans have some strange obsession with having all their 'power off' controls colored red."
Shress growled back at the tone in his voice and pressed the button on the terminal. Instantly the power went off, the room went dark, and the sounds of machinery shut off, but the rising and falling pillars in the center of the room still moved and glowed. Hopefully they won't do anything to turn the power back on.
"It's done," Shress spoke into the communicator. "I'm heading back."
As she walked away, she took care to not go near the human bodies. Despite her being in the Covenant military for years, Shress still felt uncomfortable killing creatures by surprise. In her opinion all species deserved a chance to fight an honorable duel. Especially the humans, so far they were the only creatures that had a code that was close to the honor system the Sangheili people followed. She witnessed them retrieving their dead, and some had a will to fight to the death. Some, though, not all—Not like the Sangheili. They were definitely creatures to be studied, but she never voiced these thoughts. To say such things would be heresy, resulting in her execution.
She tried to reaffirm her hatred of humans for being heretics, but what made them different from any other species within the covenant? The San 'Shyuum claimed that the humans were unfit to take part in the 'Great Journey'; they claimed that humans were unclean and dangerous, but what made them unclean and how were they any less dangerous than the Jiralhanae? The only thing that made sense was that the humans were dangerous because they were allied with monsters, like the demons the Covenant had to face.
Shress let out a hiss as she thought of the demons. They were bigger, faster, and stronger than the humans. They had the courage of a Sangheili, and the strength of a Jiralhanae, but were a species that no one had ever seen before. Their bulky armor made them hard to kill. They hid in the shadows and were always killing hundreds of her species. There were rumors that the demons were resurrected bodies of dead humans, brought back to seek revenge on the Covenant for destroying their souls. She dismissed these silly notions until the day she was assaulting one of the human's colony worlds and saw a green armored humanoid truly fighting like a demon, slaughtering all in its way while being shot relentlessly and never going down. The only time she witnessed the death of a demon was when she watched from a monitor how a wave of fire from a ship's cleansing beam consumed a red one. She never forgot the ferocity it showed towards the end.
"Shress!" a loud voice called.
Shress was so buried within her mind that she did not realize she reached the human control room until Nodam called to her. He and Kluan stood together close to a computer monitor that was destroyed during the fight to take the room. An elderly human lay sprawled on the floor while others, soldiers, were dotted around him. The smell of humans was still strong in the air: sweat, grime and, of course, blood. She stood with her Zealot brothers and nodded at them.
Kluan grunted and looked away, while Nodam offered a nod in return. Out of the two, Shress liked Nodam. He treated her with respect and honor since she was the first female to be accepted into their ranks. However, there were those, like Kluan, who believed that all women should be left on Sanghelios to tend to the younglings. 'like they're supposed to do,' as Kluan once voiced.
That was the life that Shress was supposed to live, but she defied it. As tradition, all females must be trained to fight, but were posted in their keeps as the home guard. She was only let into the military, however, when she worked harder than any other female and gained the attention of the High Prophet of Truth in a clan bout. She thought that maybe once she was allowed into the Covenant ranks, her family would be proud of her, and yet nothing seemed to change since that day.
After she was allowed to serve, she worked her way up through the ranks until, at thirty summers of passing, she was made a Zealot by the Ship Master of the Shadow of Intent himself. She was, and still is, proud to wear the advanced red armor of a Zealot, sporting two energy swords and having access to any kind of information she might need. This should have earned her honor and respect from her brethren, instead she was met with disgust and shame. Ancient traditions were hard to break. All of this made her even more determined to prove herself.
"Shress," Nodam repeated. She silently cursed herself for zoning out again.
Acting as if nothing had happened, she asked, "Did we get what we came for?"
It was Kluan who answered, "No, the humans hid the device well." He growled in irritation. "We may have to—" He stopped speaking and cocked his head to the side, listening to his communicator.
Nodam and Shress waited for Kluan to speak, and were shocked to hear him exclaim, "What! How many of them! Are you sure? Where are they now? What! Why didn't you tell us you filthy Kig-Yar. Can you hear me? By the Prophets answer me!" he demanded before letting out a small roar of anger and turning to his fellow Sangheili.
"Brother what is—" Nodam muttered.
"Demons." he hissed, "They're here. An entire squad is here in the courtyard!"
Shress tried to suppress a feeling of dread. An entire lance? She saw how much death a single demon could bring. She didn't want to know what would happen if they got confronted by an entire squad of them.
Nodam was also startled by this. "What shall we do brother?" He asked.
Kluan thought for a moment before turning to Shress. "Tell the Kig-Yar and their squadron of Unggoy to meet us here. We shall cleanse this planet from these creatures for good."
Shress paused before asking. "Are you sure? What makes you think we can stop them with needlers and plasma pistols?" She was starting to wonder whether Kluan has ever faced a demon before, or at least seen one in action.
Kluan's hand shot forward as if to strike her but pulled it back and answered in a low voice. "We will ambush these creatures and finish this mission. That is, if you are not too much of a coward to complete it."
Enraged by the insult, Shress retorted, "You didn't answer my question Kluan."
Kluan turned to her but, before he could voice anything, he was interrupted by the sound of large banging and the rolling of machinery. The Zealots turned and flexed their energy swords to life, waiting for an attack, yet none came. As they lowered their guard, a small moan echoed behind them. They all twisted again and looked for the source. A human soldier that they thought was dead stirred a bit and let out another pained moan. Again came the grinding sound, and this time Shress was able to pinpoint the sound; it was coming from the main entrance hallway.
She turned to her two comrades and exclaimed, "It's the demons. They must be trying to get through!"
There was another moan from the injured soldier. Kluan grumbled, turned to the human and switched on his sword again, but Nodam stepped in front of him. "Wait." He said.
Kluan growled, "Why?"
Shress was surprised when she saw Nodam smile and reply in a sinister voice, "Every trap needs bait."
SIX POV
"Kat, get the door closed, now!" Emile yelled as he fully reloaded his shotgun for the ninth time that day.
He was standing guard over Kat within the relay building as she fought with the outpost's security system, urgently trying to shut the door. Carter, Jorge, and Six were on the opposite side of them; all firing rounds into the courtyard that was quickly enveloping with Covenant forces. Elites were few in number, but they rallied the troops and provided heavy support. Jackals were in the second row, their energy shields blinking as they repelled shots from Noble Team's suppressing fire. Grunts were in the front line, firing blindly and trying to approach the door without losing their heads. Above them, the two falcons were engaging phantoms and spirits, with Jun taking crack shots below whenever possible.
"Look, do you think this is easy?" Kat asked, "I have to bypass security codes, firewalls—"
Carter shouted over the roar of battle, "Kat, I don't care what you have to deal with, just get the door closed!—"
"Got it!" Kat yelled. Slowly, the door squeaked and began closing. The team started to shoot through the decreasing gap between them and the Covenant troops. Six was the last one to let out a burst of fire. His assault rifle's bullets tore through an Elites shield and buried themselves in its chest. He watched with satisfaction as the Elite fell before the door, blocking his view.
Carter saw this and nodded, "Nice piece of work Lieutenant."
Six returned the gesture. A little breathless, they had been in a nonstop firefight ever since landing, but he didn't complain. This was the life of a Spartan. He was satisfied with the number of kills that he and the team had scored. 'And this is just the first day,' Six thought to himself.
Noble team rallied around a secondary door, Kat already hard at work getting it open. As they waited, Carter was talking into his comm's. "Noble Three, what's the status out there?"
"Sir, I think we spooked them. The ground forces are holding their positions and the phantoms are pulling out," Jun replied.
"An Elite and his squad getting spooked? There's something wrong with this picture," Carter signed off and addressed the team. "Alright Noble. This Op isn't over yet, so don't drop your guard. Stay sharp and shoot first."
"And on a minor note, everyone keep an eye on Six," Emile joked.
"Lock it up Emile," Carter spoke before the second door opened. "Alright, here we go people."
The metal door opened painfully slowly, exposing a dark hallway. The Spartans stayed close to the walls. Emile was going to follow last when Carter stopped him. "Emile, hold here. If anyone comes this way, they're yours."
Six heard the frustration in Emile's voice when he acknowledged Carter with a disappointed "Sir," but he didn't complain further as he took up a guard position by the door.
Satisfied, Carter nodded forward and the team advanced down the hallway. The expert soldiers moved with caution—unsure what to expect. A small army of Covenant or a shell-shocked soldier would be impossible to tell friend from foe. It wasn't long before they reached the control room. A sad scene, an elderly man was spread pathetically on the floor, and the bodies of dead marines were sprawled throughout a room and were filled with holes. A sole light bulb was on, flickering dramatically as it struggled to keep what little power it had.
"Noble Six, search that body." Kat said as she started examining the main computer while the rest of Noble Team started locking down the area.
As Six searched the man, he heard Carter speaking, "Hey, are you alright? What happened?"
He looked up and saw that one of the marines that he thought was dead was, in fact, alive. Horribly injured, but still breathing. It was clear he had a bad day: plasma and energy scars were plastered on his armor, and he tried to speak in a weak voice.
"Sir, Marine zero-four... Foxtrot company... we got here, started to lock this place down." His voice was hoarse as he spoke. His exhales rattled, a sure sign of internal injuries. "We split up and that's when... something hit us. I don't know what it was but…oh man they tore my team apart." The pain in his voice was evident. Six knew the feeling. They all lost friends in this war.
Six turned back to his work and searched the man up and down. Checking all of the deceased man's clothes until he found a strange device in his jacket pocket. He had seen the device before but forgot what it was. It was like an oversized data chip. He turned to Kat as she cursed at the computer. "Plasma damage!" she snarled.
"Kat I found something." Six barely held up the chip when Kat snatched it away from him and held on to it as if it was the galaxy's most precious gem. She replied, "I'll take that Six. No need to have a security breach right?" For once Six thought he heard a bit of thrill in her voice. Maybe decrypting unknown data chips was her hobby.
Before he could comment on that, though, Jorge reentered the room with a struggling figure.
"I got a live one here. Come on, it's alright." The struggling figure was a young woman, possibly passing her teens. She was in a frantic state, screaming and squirming and desperately trying to break loose from Jorge's grip. He tried to sooth her, but she continued yelling foreign words that Six was sure weren't compliments.
Carter stood kneeling by the soldier and said "Jorge," like it was a command.
He turned and replied, "Sir, I got this." With that, he dropped his massive gun and held the girl by the shoulders, making her look into his polarized visor. In a loud, yet gentle voice, he said, "Keep still and I'll release you." That got her attention; she stopped struggling and stared back into Noble Five's visor and said another word in a somewhat meek voice. This time Six was sure it wasn't an insult.
She suddenly let out a gasp. Six barely heard it, but Jorge did. On instinct, Jorge ducked as an energy sword swung over his head. Out of nowhere, three Elite's had dropped from the ceiling with energy swords drawn. As Six turned towards the aliens, the leader sprinted forward and plunged its sword at Kat. Carter intercepted by pushing Kat and himself to the side. The blade missed them, instead cutting into the computer. Before it could take a second swipe at his comrades, Six let loose a barrage of bullets point blank at the elite, its shields flaring a bright blue. Suddenly, the Elite rammed into Six, knocking him down and then bolting to an open door.
Six tried to get up and pursue, but one of the other Elite's jumped on top of him and kept him pinned. It attempted to stab him with its energy blade, but Six grabbed its wrist and held the blade away from his body. He lifted his free arm and slammed a fist into the alien's face with enough force to kill a human, but all it did was make it angry. It roared at Six, spreading its mandibles and exposing its shark like teeth. Six was sure it was going to try and bite his helmet, when Carter swiftly kicked the creature off of him. Before he could thank him, Carter knocked Six's weapon towards him. He grabbed it, turned, and aimed his rifle at the Elites.
He was about to pull the trigger when he stopped. The third alien had grabbed the injured marine and held him in front of it and the other Elite that Carter kicked off Six. All of Noble Team had pulled their weapons and aimed them towards the covenant soldiers but none dared pull a trigger. Both the captured marine and the girl were screaming, making it harder to concentrate. Emile was on the radio and was demanding to know what was going on, earning a shout from Carter that they've been "engaged."
Slowly the aliens edged out of the room, taking the pleading marine with them. When they were gone Emile was back on the radio. "Sir, requesting permission to pursue."
"Negative. Stay where you are. Kat, handle her." Carter pointed at the screaming girl before speaking again. "Five, Six, clear the hole!"
Both Jorge and Six sprung to action. Six reloaded while Jorge lumbered behind. The door led to the cargo area. It was pitch black. Behind him, Six heard Jorge close the door, blocking out what little light they had and plunging them into darkness.
Six switched on his night vision. It filled the cavern-like bay area with green light. He stepped to the back of the bay. It was the only place the Elites could have retreated. Suddenly, one of them jumped out from behind a box and Six was finally able to see it clearly. The Elite was a Zealot, one of the most deadly of the Covenant class of warriors. Six should have known—only Zealots would have the arrogance to think they could take on a squad of Spartans on their own.
The Zealot lifted something from behind its leg—a Concussion rifle. It let out a sudden roar and behind the crates, two Jackals and at least eight Grunts emerged. It was another ambush.
Before any more surprises could be revealed, Jorge yelled out, "Flare!"
At this, Six turned off his night vision as Jorge threw a large, red cylinder tube upwards. In midair it burst into a bright red light. Startled squeaks emitted from the Grunts and the Jackals as their eyes widened at the sudden bright light—but the Elite was unfazed. It lifted its rifle and started firing little red spheres of fire at the two Spartans. Six dove behind a crate, while Jorge dodged the shots, letting loose a thundering firestorm. Some Grunts were torn apart, but the Jackals activated their shields in time and started squawking orders. The remaining Grunts hid behind crates, peeking and shooting in retaliation. Bright blue plasma, purple needles, and fiery bullets tore through the air, in search of a fleshy target.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Six peeked around the corner and surveyed the room. Just like he thought, the Zealot was standing in the open as if it didn't care if it was shot or not. That got no argument from Six as he aimed and started firing. The Zealot's shield flashed a bright silver and stayed that way as the bullets continued to hit the shield. Then, to Six's astonishment, the Zealot leapt away and ran into a side room. Retreating from the battle—the greatest sin to commit on the battlefield by Zealot standards. A chill ran down Six's spine.
Why was he running?
A needler crystal struck close to his face, causing Six to stumble back and refocus.
Take down the cannon fodder. Then focus on the big fish.
Taking a breath, Six peeked again and observed his adversaries. So far the Covenant troops haven't moved. They were still cowering behind their boxes. Which were about five yards apart. He looked at Jorge and locked eyes through their visors. With quick hand gestures, he explained his idea to Jorge. It was risky. Six thought Jorge would oppose. Instead, he nodded and began firing at the enemy with renewed passion—giving Six the window he needed.
Wasting no time, Six jumped, his fingers catching the edge of the twelve foot tall box. He hoisted himself up and got down low so he wouldn't give his position away, but the aliens were still hiding behind their cover. They will be caught with total surprise. Wasting no time, Six jumped from cargo to cargo and waited on one last crate before the enemy's. He checked and made sure his weapon was loaded. Reassured, Six, with a running start, jumped on top of the enemy's cover.
Moving quickly he looked over to the side: four Grunts and two Jackals were there. Without hesitation, he brought out his rifle and fired, point blank, downwards. The Grunts all dropped after the bullets passed through their skulls, and the rest of them were emptied into a surprised Jackal's face. Six's gun ran empty as the last Jackal covered its head with its shield pointing its Needler up at him. Without missing a beat, Six jumped and landed feet first on the surviving Jackal's shield. He heard a sickening crunch as the Jackal crumpled beneath his weight.
Reaching down, Six uncliped a plasma grenade from a dead grunt and hurled it over towards the last Covenant position. He didn't see it land, but he heard a Grunt snort in confusion before hearing an explosion, ending the Grunt's surprised screams just as quickly as they started.
Satisfied that the area was clear, Six reloaded his rifle and walked out from cover, meeting with Jorge. They nodded at each other before turning and rushing down the bay, determined to catch the Zealots. As they entered the corridor, their only resistances were a squadron of Grunts who were easily dispatched with a quick grenade or two. They didn't stop until they came to the utility room. It was eerie and sickeningly quiet. The light pillars were still moving up and down—supplying the base with clean oxygen. The emptiness should have put the Spartans at ease. Instead, they became as tense as a string before snapping. They knew the Zealots were in here, and they were probably planning another attack.
Six turned to Jorge and voiced his concern. "Elites, especially Zealots, never ever run from a fight."
Jorge nodded in agreement, saying, "Sorry Lieutenant, but we have no choice." He looked at Six and asked, "You've ever been a rabbit before Six?"
"Always."
"Good." Jorge stepped forward and set his heavy gun on the railing, "I'll be here then, drive them out."
Six nodded and started down the slanted walkway, ensuring his rifle was loaded. He paused when he saw a body and let out a sigh of disappointment. The marine who was taken hostage, the one who miraculously survived a massacre, now joined his brothers and sisters. Six pressed on, silently promising the fallen soldier that he'll collect his dog-tags when they were done.
He stopped when he was opposite the entrance of the power room. The Zealot with the concussion rifle jumped out from within it and fired. Luckily, just as the blast was about to hit Six, a pillar rose from the floor and absorbed the blast for him. The zealot growled, and, behind him, a second Zealot appeared. Its energy sword blazed to life as it charged at Six. Six started laying a hailstorm of bullets at the approaching alien, its shields flashing as they deflected the incoming gunfire. It was almost on top of Six when Jorge started firing. The firepower took the Zealot by surprise, causing it to halt, which was a bad idea. Jorge's gun depleted the alien's shield and tore into the Elite's side, spilling purple blood.
The other Zealot turned and roared in rage at Jorge, wanting nothing more than to slaughter him. Jorge stopped firing—confusing the alien. It did not realize Six was sneaking up on it before it was too late. In a swift maneuver, Six removed his blade, stepped on Zealot's knee, lifted himself up, and buried the knife into the Elite's neck. It's reptilian eyes widened with shock, and, before it could retaliate, Six twisted the knife—snapping its neck. Six withdrew the knife, jumped away, and watched as the alien dropped to the floor. Dead.
The Zealot with the concussion rifle let out a mighty roar before firing an endless barrage at Six, forcing him to weave through the pillars, seeking new cover every time the previous one was obliterated. Jorge tried shooting the Zealot, but, at his angle, he was unable to hit the alien. Realizing he was on his own, Six started shooting between cover and attempted to disrupt the Elite's shield. It was hopeless though: the constantly fired energy weapon kept messing up his aim.
Trying a new tactic, Six stopped shooting, popped a grenade, and threw it at the alien. While trying to find cover, the blast consumed the Zealot, but only its shields were weakened. Seeing the effect within the small room, Six started popping grenades and throwing it into the tiny room. Each grenade weakened the shield slightly more. The alien only grew more and more frustrated. He reached for another but only felt one left. He stared at the Zealot; its shield was now red. One more grenade should destroy it, and a dangerous move could kill the alien. Six only thought for a moment before coming to a decision. "If this doesn't work, then I'm dead anyway."
Six threw the last grenade. The Zealot saw it and tried to back away. While it was distracted, he retrieved the fallen Zealot's sword and kept a tight grip on it. Six looked up in time to watch with satisfaction as the blast destroyed the Elite's shield. Knowing now was the time to strike, Six leapt from cover and sprinted towards the alien. It saw him approaching and raised its rifle, firing point blank at Six's chest. He jumped and leveled out in the air as the ball of molten energy passed below him. Six tucked into a metal ball, rolled on the floor, uncurled, and activated the energy sword, and plunged it, to the hilt, into the Zealot's chest. The twin energy blades were visible on the alien's back. The Elite's mandibles remained in a rigid position and it continued to stand tall like it was proud. Six peered into its eyes and was met with shining, deep hatred. The red fiery eyes were locked on his faceplate before its mandibles moved. It tried to form an alien word but failed due to a lack of energy. It's red eyes dulled, and the Elite's body began to lean on him. Six dislodged the sword and stepped back, allowing the body to fall at his feet.
Six stood over its lifeless body.
What were its final words? Why did it hate him so much? What were they here for?
All he got were more and more questions. He shook his head to clear his mind when he heard Jorge's voice in his ear.
"Six? Are you there? Six, talk to me," his voice rumbled.
"Yeah… yeah I'm fine Jorge."
He heard the giant Spartan sigh, "Carter called. He wants us to reset a junction. Since you're down there already, you might as well do it."
"Understood." Six was glad that he now had something to do other than think. He saw the junction on the wall. Calmly, he walked over and pressed the 'on' button.
Like a giant beast awakening, the outpost came to life. The whirls and whizzes of the machinery filled the air with sound, and the little lights started blinking again-
-revealing the third Zealot hiding in the shadows.
It roared and charged at him, thrusting its blade at him, causing his shields to disappear. Although it only grazed his chest, it ripped through his skin and scarred his flesh. Six stepped back, grunting in pain, but glad that the blade didn't go any deeper. The Elite tried to slice him again, but Six jumped back and tried to reach for his sidearm, only to have the Elite slash the weapon in half. Enraged, the Zealot started cutting and slashing, urgently trying to kill Six at all costs. Then one of the Zealot's slices went farther than it intended, creating a small opening. Six threw himself at the Zealot, pushing both of them on the ground.
They began rolling around in a desperate struggle, trying to gain the advantage. But It was an even fight. Each time Six grabbed the Elite, it somehow slipped through his hands, and, every time the Zealot grabbed Six, he would use his strength to break its hold. Jorge was back on the radio, asking Six what was happening, but at the moment all of Six's focus was on the alien. Then he got too close to the Zealots legs and, without warning, it kneed him in the stomach. He curled up out of instinct. With the last of its strength, the Zealot kicked Six, sending him flying into the wall, landing on the floor in a dazed heap of bloody armor.
Seizing the opportunity, the Zealot jumped up and moved forward. It uncliped a spare energy sword on its hip and activated it as it closed in on Six. He could now see the Zealot right over him, he didn't have time to think his last thoughts when a loud blast pierced the air. The Zealot leapt back, clutching a wound on its abdomen as it scurried towards the door. Six turned and saw Jorge standing there, his gun at the ready. Six leapt up to face the lone Zealot. Seeing it was overpowered and outnumbered, it ran through the door on the opposite side of the room. While fleeing, it used its sword and destroyed the console that held the door open. The door began rushing downwards. On instinct, Six ran forward, and slid beneath it, barely making it on the other side.
"Six wait!" Jorge called out, but the door had already closed—leaving an unarmed and injured Six to face an angry Zealot on his own.
-Author's Note-
For any that are wondering about how we are going to write this fic, the plan is to edit any existing chapters for grammar mistakes and plot holes all the way up to where Christian had it, then actually move on with the story from there. I'm not planning on adding anything new until after we reach Halo 3 where the original story left off.
Again: The goal is to actually -finish- the fic. It has gone on enough tangents in the past. This means, if you have read the others, you know what's coming. The changes will occur when we get past crows' nests and into Halo 3.
-PyreElegy
Since some people are asking why the story's rating has been changed to T (from M):
We have decided that we do not want to make a lemon. Christian Knight wouldn't have wanted one, and we agree with that decision. When JTF adopted the story, he did want one, so he changed the rating. Sorry for any confusion—we just don't think it's appropriate for this kind of fic.
Now that that has been addressed…
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter (for like the third time)!
Updates should be pretty regular. We're shooting for a new chapter to be out about every week, at least until we get into the later chapters.
-WhateverRex
I am Anonylemon and I am yet another editor volunteering to help finish this ancient fic. This fic is literally a part of my childhood and I want to do it justice. On another note, I look forward to finally fixing all the minor mistakes and awkward wording that has been lying here and there across the fic. Hope you enjoy the polished second chapter! - Anonylemon.