Hey I'm back with another chapter of Team ASeND. This chapter will feature grief, grief-fueled violence, mystery, and other depressing things. Without further ado, on with the story...

In Aionion's personal quarters... A few hours after Aionion's first mission...

The bed creaked and moaned as Aionion sat on it. He hadn't taken off his armor yet, but he was still in a daze about the whole thing. One minute she was there, the next she was gone...

Aionion still hadn't written a report on the mission but Malcom insisted on it. Aionion picked up the paper and pen on his desk and began writing the mission report.

Once the pilot had dropped us at the area the cargo was at, we stood guard for three hours before the bowler hatted man appeared. We immediately reached for our weapons and prepared to fight the goons he brought with him. Sima rushed at the man but was threw into the remaining crates with a single swing of the mans cane. I lost her position until a cargo plane grabbed two crates and flew off, revealing her bruised body.

She stood back up and staggered over to me, while another plane grabbed two more crates. By the time she reached me, the man was standing on top with his cane pointed at us. I had dropped my scythe to catch her so I had no way to protect us from the dust round he shot at us. The man flew off as I covered her body as best I could with my own. The round pierced my armor and entered my stomach but the explosives reacted on impact and, there was a tear drop on the next few words, the the explosion hit the left side of her chest, taking her life with it.

He could not write anymore so he tossed it back onto the desk and stripped his armor off. He unzipped the zipper in the back of the suit under all the armor and then lay it down on the desk. The desk creaked under its weight but Aionion was too busy laying back on the bed to care. The last thought to cross his mind before be fell asleep was, I hope I wake up and this is all a dream.

White Fang hideout, Vale

Roman looked back at Cinder as if he hadn't heard right. They were moving? What about all the dust he had acquired? What was this Phase 2? Cinder, as if reading his mind, said, "You'll know what you need to know, when you need to know."

Roman looked around again at all of the dust. They would have to leave it behind to move to the next base of operations. Roman sighed and looked around at the White Fang members. "Well? You heard her pack what you can and blow up the rest."

Roman left the building as the explosions went on behind him. He pulled his cigar from his pocket and lit it. He released a puff of smoke and continued walking, even as more explosions went on behind him.

Aionion's personal quarters, early the next day...

Aionion woke to the loud hammering of a large fist on a metal door. He immediately grabbed his scythe off the floor and took aim at the door. When he was assured he was in no immediate danger, he collapsed the scythe blade and staff to make it a hand ax. With ax in hand, he opened the door to see one of Malcom's aides waiting. The aide paled at the scythes small form and gulped audibly, but still shakily told him, "P-please report to Malcom's office for d-debriefing."

The aide swiftly fled down the hall after passing on the message. Aionion stepped back from the door and shut it. He grabbed his armor and scythe and swiftly got dressed.

Stepping out of his personal quarters, Aionion began walking to Malcom's office. He was just passing through the cafeteria when he overheard one of the newer recruits talking about his and Sima's first mission. They all laughed at the next comment someone made, "I hope that teaches them to not go out without proper training and weapons." The laughter rose into an uproar of noise.

The next comment got under Aionion's skin. "I heard she was knocked out immediately. What a weakling..." Aionion stood still for a moment to try to calm himself. "Hey! Look its the freak that tried to protect her!"

Aionion stood still no longer. With a menacing glare at them, he took his scythe that was folded up off his hip and unfolded it into the weapon of mass murder that it was. There was silence for a few moments, until one of them decided to continue the mocking. "Look at him! All big and bad now that he has his scythe. I'm soooooo scared."

Aionion lunged at him and attempted to split him down the middle with his scythe in a downward slash. The minute man, compared to Aionion, had brought out his own weapon, a broadsword that had one of the longest blades Aionion had ever seen. That wasn't saying much, but maybe the man was compensating for something he didn't have...

The man held his sword in an overhead block, showing great strength. Strength didn't matter in a battle of wills. Aionion had the upper hand in the battle, even without his semblance. So with a grinding of blades, Aionion spun around, creating sparks as the two blades rushed passed each other.

Aionion had just unlocked his hidden semblance, one that would shake the very ground he stood on. Suddenly, he felt as light as air and his slashes became much faster. It was like gravity wasn't affecting him anymore.

Aionion brought the blunt end of his sythe back around in an impressive show of skill. This caught the man off guard and launched him into the wall. He was back on his feet immediately but didn't expect Aionion to suddenly cannon off the far wall and dive straight at him. Aionion had one fist brought back for a hay maker and another slightly behind for a follow-up punch.

The man ducked under the first punch but never saw the next one coming. Aionion had brought it up in a devastating uppercut, causing the man to cough up a small amount of blood. Aionion capitalized on this and grabbed the mans chest plate. With Aionion completely focused on sending him through the wall, his semblance obeyed and lessened the amount of gravity on his arm. Without the added weight of his armor and body, Aionion easily threw the man through the wall and into a coma.

Aionion stepped out of the small crater he had created and resumed walking to Malcom's office. The whole ordeal had taken 36 seconds. It almost seemed unreal to any who witnessed it.

Malcom's office, before the fight ended...

Malcom and his aid sat in front of his computer screen and watched as Aionion unleashed his full anger on the people in the cafeteria. They both flinched at the raw damage Aionion did with just his hands. There were slash marks up and down the floor, craters in the wall where the man landed, and a large section of wall was gone with a crater behind it.

Malcom shut the window down just as the man responsible for the destruction of the cafeteria walked into the room. Aionion was covered in soot and dust, but no physical wounds stood out to Malcom. Aionion had destroyed his report on his mission but decided he didn't give a shit.

Malcom took one long look at him. "Why are you in here if you don't have the report? I specifically asked for it." Aionion shrugged and sank into his thoughts. If only he knew what went on just a few minutes ago. He would change his tone then.

Malcom had given up on getting Aionion to turn in the report. He just sighed and said, "Very well, you may go. Report here in a week for your next mission.

Time skip, one week...

Aionion casually walked into the room after scaring the shit out of the newer recruits. He popped his neck and his back as he sat in the chair placed in front of Malcom's desk. Malcom just silently slid a mission report over the table and resumed typing on his computer. Aionion wordlessly stood up and left the room, taking the folder with him.

His armor thudded as he walked through the halls, alerting all to the person of mass destruction coming down the hall. The people scattered like rats, having heard of the damage Aionion could do to you and the area around you.

Aionion inwardly sighed. Do they think I always go all rage monster around people? For Christ's sake, get a grip on yourselves. Aionion continued to his room, footsteps thudding all the way.

Inside his room, he opened the folder and a bright orange sticky note fell out of it. It read, This relates to the man who killed Sima. Do not lose yourself on this mission. Aionion crumpled the note into a ball and threw it at the wall.

Nevertheless, he reopened the folder and pulled the mission charter out. It read, Last week, authorities were alerted to explosions going on from a warehouse near the docks in Vale. Go to the site, coordinates included inside, and look for any clues on where they have gone. It's a long shot, but there may be a clue on their current position.

Aionion pulled the slip of paper with the coordinates from the folder. The warehouse was located at 40 W, 22 N. Aionion grabbed his helmet from where it lay on the floor and became the monster everyone feared at this facility. Aionion strode out of the room, his helmet blocking the others view inside, and made his way to the hangar.

Once there, Aionion handed the slip of paper the coordinates were on to the pilot, sat on the edge of the plane, and waited for the pilot to start the plane.

Chapter five done. Don't worry, I won't just end the story at Sima's death. I have a lot more planned for Aionion then that. *insert favorite evil laugh* This is just the first book of a trilogy, featuring Aionion and the other characters to come.

Edit 5/8/15- thanks bhark3 for the save.