This is just a quick chapter to make up for me being away for a while.

"There is a plethora of information contained within this vessel." Vega stated from his hologram figure as the DoomSlayer stared at the ceiling of his quarters. "Some of these firewalls are neigh impregnable. I have only been able to bypass a few due to the fact they are not prepared to deal with older codes. As the statement goes those who forget the past."

The DoomSlayer continued to stare at the ceiling. He had no need for idle time. Idle time was for those that had nothing to do, and he certainly still had much to do. The only thing that this time let him do was trace his scars with the tip of his fingernail. Remembering each and every different wound that he had experienced over the decades. The only true being to be able to match him being the titan. But even it he killed. He remembered walking through its mouth the last time he was in hell as it almost became part of the very landscape. The Doomslayer sat up and picked up a fifty-pound dumbbell off the floor. He tossed it up and down in the palm of his hand for a minute before letting it fall back to the floor.

"Doom Marine. We need you down in the combat training room within the next ten minutes." A voice came on inside of his room. He grunted and got off the bed.

He entered the combat training room. Basically an average sized square room with white padded floor. Dr. Halsey walked up to him.

"Hello again. I requested that you came down here because I wanted to see your hand to hand combat abilities. From reports you more use your fists to kill than your actually weaponry." She explained to him as ten other marines were also within the room. The Doom Marine looked around for a second before looking back at her with a contempt look on his face. "Don't kill them."

He shrugged and walked towards the center of the room and the marines gathered around him. The Doom Marine watched them all in their tight fitting shirts and combat shorts. He on the other hand wore a white tee-shirt and cargo pants. The most confident looking one of them slide on padded gloves.

"The last records of you were about 200 years ago." The marine said while stretching a bit. "Our combat has evolved. Your black belt is our Green belt. I bet without your suit you ain't strong."

The Doom Marine looked at the padded gloves and noticed that there had to be some sort of metal around the knuckles from the way they looked. He also noticed he was wearing some sort of hard plastic knee covers. Along with him the rest of marines had some pads under their shirts. He his gaze slowly went up to the Marine's face and he flexed his hands while they were at his side. Sending small crackles throughout the room.

"Get to it." Dr. Halsey called out.

The head marine dashed forward and hit the Doom marine across the cheek with a right cross before hitting him across the other with a left hook. He swung around his right knee into the Doom Marine's side before hitting him with a right straight as he jumped back.

The Marine smirked as he brought up his fists in a boxing stance. The Doom Marine's gaze at the floor before he slowly brought his head back up and looked at the marine with a small cut across his left cheek. The Doom Marine raised an eyebrow at the man. A marine from the left dashed forward with a left superman punch and drove it into the Doom Marine's cheek. As the fist slipped off towards the front of the Doom Marine's face his other hand came up and clenched the man's knuckles with his right fist.

"What the hell?" The man demanded as he tried to yank back away from the iron clad grip. The Doom Marine just continued to stare at the head Marine. "Let go you ass!"

The marine began to punch the side of the Doom Marine's head. Shaking his head ever slightly and making his left eye blink. The cut continued to grow and blood covered the Marine's right fist. Then all of a sudden there was a pop sound and the marine stopped and wrapped his right hand around his left arm as he let out a yelp. The Doom Marine just dislocated two of his left knuckles as he clamped down harder. He yanked the arm in front of him and brought down his tricep down over the man's elbow and broke it before swinging his back fist around into the marine's face. The Marine collapsed to the floor unconscious with a broken elbow.

"What the shit?" One marine exclaimed. The Doom Marine kicked the marine off to the side, outside of the circle of men before wiping his palm over his cut to wipe away the blood. 1

Three marines dashed at him and he punched the first one so hard in the stomach that he vomited before collapsing. One of the others tried to kick him in the neck and he caught the kick as the other tried to punch him, which he deflected before punching him in the face and breaking his cheek bone along with his nose before hitting the ground. Another marine came around and he grabbed the marine's leg with both arms and swung the first one around like a weapon and knocked the second one into the ground before slamming the marine that he used as a weapon into the floor. 5

The one he knocked down he stomped in the stomach so he vomited upwards and almost chocked as it went back down he throat. He blocked the next punch with his forearm before wrapping his arm around that one and grabbing him by the arm pit as he dug a thumb into it. He kicked that man in the knee cap to break it before punching him in the face. Another came at him with a punch and he grabbed him by the wrist while he tucked under him and wrapped the other hand behind a thigh and lifted him up across his shoulders. He fell down and let the man's right shoulder slam into the floor, breaking his colar and shoulder bone. 7

Another tried to tackle him and he moved off to the side while he was tucked down and grabbed his legs as he was bent over and yanked him down so the marine's face crashed into the ground before the Doom Marine dislocated his hips as the marine's legs were went behind his back while his face was in the floor. The Doom Marine slowly walked towards the first marine as another ran up behind him; which he simply took down with a behind the shoulder punch.

The first Marine began to shake out of fear while the Doom Marine pulled his thumb across the cut on his cheek and marked the forehead of the marine with a spot of his blood before taking a step back. Marine gulped before the Doom Marine dashed forward and slammed his forehead into the marine's and had him hit the ground as his skull fractured.

The Doom Marine walked back over to Dr. Halsey and stared down at her. Without her even realizing it she had grabbed a pen off to the table and was holding it as if primed to stab him with it. She had created the Spartans. The greatest warriors the galaxy had ever seen; each one of them having the potential to decimate entire armies. This man though…

"You're fighting style is odd." She shared her observation with him. "You use a sort of deadly variation of wrestling techniques. Overpowering your enemies with your strength. Your weapons almost seem to be your shield as your rush in to use your actual weapons. Your guns being only necessary to kill your larger foes. Impressive."

He grunted and turned to walk back towards the door that he entered in.

"I got the report from blue team about your collective actions against the scarabs." She informed him as he reached the door. "Fredrick also showed me the video of you killing an elite commander."

He turned back to her.

"Good work. The medical team will be here soon. Do not worry about them."

The Doomslayer gave a huff and left the room. Dr. Halsey and look back at the first Marine to attack the Doomslayer.

"I should have given them all those gloves."