OK, Kastel back with chapter one. Sink me! (pirate talk for a cry of shock) You reviewers, I LOVE YOU ALL! All who review become my crew members. And as a treat here's 'bout 8 pages worth of goods. I seriously didn't think it would be that long. I thought 5 pages max. As a note, a holoset is like a TV set, but it's my word for those things broadcasting the baron's messages. And here they have more channels. As another, I like spelling things different. Like arachnid and araknid

Disclaimer: I just don't see the point in repeating this.

The Pumping Station

The KGs escorted him to a room he hadn't seen before. The walls were a metal, like every other room he'd seen, except these walls had a considerably nicer sheen then the rest. The glossy metallic silver here was lost in his cell that was covered in rust and mold.

The room was large. It held half a dozen metal crated tables, some of which sat KG occupants who looked rather shocked at his arrival. Other than a few holosets that were turned to the news or the Barons motivational speeches, it was a bare and dull room.

They instructed him across the poor excuse for a break room to another he was unfamiliar with on the other side. As he passed the KGs sitting at the tables he took the chance to examine them without the helmet for the first time. There was a single male to his right, who looked as though he hadn't shaved in a while if the scruff on his face was any indication. There were two more on his left on the far end of the room. Both were female, who by the looks of it had been up for the last thirty-six hours with large bags under their eyes. The most prominent feature they all shared was the intricate and unique tattoos across each ones face.

As they reached the door the KG lieutenant in charge of his escort turned to him. His voice sounded scratchy through the helmet. "Commander, sir. Through here is the locker room. You can change into more appropriate clothing there." The lieutenant's sarcasm and the snickers behind him verified that they did not agree with the Barons decision to give him such a high position.

He glared at the armor clad guard as he went through the door, remembering to ask his name. He knew the Baron wasn't stupid enough to completely trust him, but being a commander did give one some privileges-such as giving certain KG lieutenants degrading jobs while on duty.

The locker room wasn't too much different then the first room. It held shiny silver colored walls like all the rooms made only for guards, but also had the bare dull look as well. The only major differences were the lockers and the door labeled Showers and another one Clothing. The dark warrior made his way to the door labeled Clothing.

A few minutes later he left the locker room in a completely new attire. His old prison garbs were tan in color, but had many rips, and were riddled with stains of blood, and eco, as was the red bandana around his neck. Now his clothes resembled that which he used to wear back home. As a young teenager he had worn a light blue short sleeved tunic that went well bellow his waist with white shorts, while now it was a shorter long sleeved and darker version of his old top and light tan colored shorts strapped to his leg below the knees. His brown cloth sandals and leg sweats were replaced with brown leather buckled boots that were long enough to have the end of the shorts cover them. The white gloves were replaced with blue ones that covered his arm all the way to the elbow. There was a type of armor plating on the left shoulder and beneath the left hand glove, and a new red scarf around his neck. And just like when he was younger, he wore targeting goggles on his forehead and a ring belt across his chest.

As their new commander entered the room all members of the guard quickly shut their mouths, knowing he wouldn't like what they had to say. Although it didn't matter. The experiments had not just given him unnatural strength, but had strengthened his senses as well. The Dark Warrior had heard the entire conversation from the other room. From what he heard no one was comfortable with such a dangerous elf practically in charge of the whole army. Not that he cared what they said. They didn't matter, and he won't waste his time on the small fry.

Of course it was the lieutenant that was aggravating his nerves. The entire time he was changing KG had been mocking him, and even began a bet on what kind of little Metalhead would kill him. He was betting on a scorpion.

But he couldn't help but grit his teeth at the tone his subordinate used when addressing him. "Now that you're dressed accordingly, sir, we have orders to take you to the palace," It would have been best for him to stop there, but he didn't know just how dangerous this pretty boy-as they had called him, could be. So he continued in a voice laced with sarcasm. "For your own protection of course, sir." This was said with a grin.

The lieutenant was abruptly grabbed by his helmet and brought to the pretty boys face. "Listen Lieutenant," The rage filled elf snarled. "I'm sick of your voice! I may be under watch, but I am your superior. And I will not tolerate this! Know I won't hesitate to kill you." The officer was released from the iron grip and staggered backward.

"Y-yes, sir! Pl-please come this w-way." He immediately took of for the transport leading the commander. All those assigned to escort him took positions behind him, and shut their mouths in hopes of not inciting his anger. This was a deadly elf with a bad temper. His threat itself had gotten its point across to all of them, but they had all seen his eye's go from their icy blue, to a pitch black. The Baron had made a good choice in devising a perfect weapon. The lieutenant just hoped he knew what he was dealing with.

They arrived at the palace with no incident. The walk down the hallway was silent with the only noise being the thumps of their boots. The small KG group crowded into the elevator, making sure to keep a distance from their charge. The ride up was uncomfortably silent and long, and when it finally let out they all hurried out leading him to a pair of large double doors. The throne room opened to reveal its enormous length and sparse red decorations. At the end of the room Praxis sat on a great throne with Errol standing below the few steps that led to him. The Baron dismissed the KG before they could even enter and summoned his Dark Warrior inside.

As he walked forward he took the time to actually examine the pair. Errol too had a unique tattoo across his face like all the other KG's. He had wild brownish orange hair that was covered by his racing mask. His clothing was a blue and yellow jumpsuit, brown shoes, and a minimal amount of Krimson Guard armor with the Barons symbol across his chest. The Baron had half his face missing and replaced it with metal plates leaving only one red eye. A brown beard with grey lines was growing around his mouth. He wore a regal navy blue tunic and tan pants. Across his waist was a brown belt bearing his symbol, and held his large sword to his hip. He had blue boots with metal armor across the shins and toes. Armor also adorned his shoulders and left arm. Beneath the belt, and across his chest and back draped a red cloth.

"So the eco freak has arrived." Errol said this with that annoying grin plastered on his tattooed face. The said freak just ignored his fellow commander as he kept his eyes on the Baron.

He of which merely gave this an amused laugh. "I suppose you want what I promised, yes?"

The Dark Warrior narrowed his frosty eyes at this. If the bastard thought he could swindle him, he had another thing coming. "Yeah. Tha'd be nice." He answered harshly in the nicest tone he could muster, which wasn't too nice.

It seemed as though the Baron and his second in command thought this was humorous, as he just continued as if the boy hadn't used an insulting manner. "Yes. Of course. Errol?" Praxis looked to his first commander, who nodded in compliance and pressed a button on his communicator. The blond tensed his muscles, ready for any deceit they might have in stored. The doors behind him immediately opened to reveal a squad of twenty-five soldiers entering the throne room. Some of who wore yellow armor, which-from personal experience in his attempts to escape-told him they were more skilled than their companions. One of the yellow guards handed Errol two data screens, then stood at attention.

Errol read one for a moment and then explained its contents. "This is your Krimson Guard squadron. It's comprised of our most skilled soldiers of both the regular, and elites. This holds all information you'll need on each of them." The dark elf was passed the data screen as Errol looked over the other.

"Your new residence, which we've made very comfortable for you, is here in the palace." He really didn't like the amused tone everyone was using with him. "This one holds the password, any other information of the palace you might need. Including a map. It's very easy to get lost here." If he grins like a maniac one more time. . . "Major Kalyx will take you there after your first assignment," Here he gestured to the golden clad elf that handed him the data screens. "which we'd like you to do immediately. The Baron would like to see what you can do on your own before we just hand you a gun."

More like what I can't. He rolled his eyes. Bastard wants to know my weakness.

"So what does my lord wish for me to do?" This was said in venom laced sarcasm, and the lord didn't like it.

Agitated, the Baron replied. "We're sending you to the Pumping station. There have been a lot of Metalheads there lately. Kill as many as you can, but don't touch the valve. The water to the slums has been turned off, and I want to keep it that way."

After a little more talk of his up coming mission he was given a security pass for the palace, and one for each of the security section in the city. The dark elf turned to leave, signaling his squad to follow. Half way to the doors Praxis stopped him. "Before you go, I think I at least deserve to know my third in commands name. Unless you want me to continue calling you D-41?"

Silence ensued for many moments. After what seemed like hours he growled his answer through clenched teeth and left.

"Keep your eyes on him Errol. Jak's not going to be easy to control."

I can't believe he made me do this. I can't believe I agreed to do this. The KG elf grunted while grabbing a hold of another rock. It was frustrating climbing this Precursor forsaken cliff. The KG was losing patience and silently cursed the elf that assigned this mission. I'm going to kill that son of a bitch!

The elf finally reached the top and let out a sigh of relief. But this was short lived as there was a large twenty foot plus gap from that cliff ledge to the other. It also happened to be the only way across. There was a small ledge across the rock wall, it looked as though there had been more there but it crumbled off. It was very possible for the KG to get across considering her small figure, light weight, and quick reflex's.

But, boy, did the precursors now know how much Ashlin would make Torn pay for sending her to turn that damn valve!

The young woman was an excellent soldier in the Krimson army, flying by the ranks and in a current position just below Commander Errol. With her shoulder length red hair braided down the back of her head it was easy for all to see her standard issue tattoos. Long blue pants hung off the red heads hips that showed a lot of skin on her outer thighs. Spare ammo hung from a leg and arm strap and from her belt. The gun holster dangled from the brown belt. She had a short dark blue long sleeve jacket to cover her short red shirt. Tall blue buckled boots with red spiked tips covered her feet. She wore a minimal amount of armor consisting of shoulder pads, and a gauntlet like shield on her right arm.

As the she-elf was about to attempt climbing across the rocks she heard a commotion far below. Looking over the edge Ashlin immediately ducked down low to the ledge and looked over it cautiously. Standing below the cliff side was an entire squadron of Krimson Guards. Specifically twenty-five highly trained KG's with their guns pulled out and ready to shoot. More importantly however their guns were aimed at an equally large group of Metalheads, and not her. The red headed KG was going to ignore the fracas-both sides seemed too preoccupied with each other-and continue on to the water valves and turn the one for the Slums from off, to on, when she noticed two things.

Neither side was attacking the other. And there was blond elf in blue without any weapons standing in the middle of the Metalheads.

Her first thoughts went along the lines of the guards bring him here as execution by Metalheads, but then she noticed a few dead grunts at the elves feet. Curious, against her better judgment she stayed to see what would happen.

The remaining beasts comprised of ten more Grunts, the ones that walk like guerillas, six Hunters with shock-riffles, one Sniper, this one had a dark eco gun that shot far distances, and three large Araknids with their arm-blasters aimed at the elf. All the Metalheads looked furious at the elves luck in killing two of their own and wanted to rip him to shreds. The horde attacked him at once, and Ashlin was in for a treat because she didn't look away.

Four more Grunts pounced at him, but ended up getting hit away as he spun and round house kicked all four. A fifth Grunt leapt forward only to get punched in its face as he lunged. Two of the first Grunts leapt from either side of him only to collide when he jumped up at an unnatural height. He then flipped into a handstand and smashed into their heads as he landed, killing them instantly.

Three of the Hunters ran at him only to be side stepped. The blue clothed elf grabbed a shock-riffle from one, twirled it out of the beasts claws, activating it to shock the one behind him, flipping it under his arm to stab backwards and kill the one he took it from, and jabbing it into the bone armor of the third while turning the gun on to electrocute the thing. Fifteen left.

The Sniper moved away from the ruckus, knowing it could easily be over powered, and began its long ranged attacks. The three Araknids were shooting relentlessly at the small elf, but found him to be too quick for even their fast paced weapons, and were soon taken out in the same manner as its brethren. One had been shooting while he had taken control of its arm-which itself take a great amount of strength-and ended up shooting itself in the head. Another had been hit with its comrades body, as the lethal elf had thrown it, and had its head armor smashed in by his boot before it could clumsily scramble up. The last was killed much like its brethren had. Ferocious, brutal, and fast.

The blond elf was fast and strong, even unnatural in his attacks. The young KG she-elf had an uneasy feeling of him. And that was only amplified every time he walked near a dead body, the blood of Metalheads-which happened to be laced heavily with dark eco-clung to him like a magnet and then was absorbed into his skin. Something about him wasn't Elvin anymore. And she was about to find out just how different he was.

The Sniper had not stopped its assault, and by the looks of it was beginning to irritate the elf. From what Ashlin could see the boy had stopped dodging and raised his right arm toward the gun wielding brute, and if she wasn't hallucinating, shot a charge of dark eco at the creature as if it were yellow eco. Although Metalheads lived on the substance, they like every other living being would die if exposed to too much. The Sniper, too surprised by the attack to move, died instantly.

Eleven to go.

The Dark elf turned to the remaining animals and looked at them in annoyance as eight more had joined the fray. Two more Hunters and six Grunts. That made nearly the same amount he had started with. The Metalheads all pounced at once knowing this was no ordinary elf and hoped to overcome him in numbers. For a moment this seemed to be working, the red haired KG could no longer see the blond.

And then something she would never forget happened. At the same moment that both she and the KG below had thought it was the end for him; all nineteen Metalheads were flung backward with unbelievable strength and an ear piercing roar. Three were killed the moment they hit the rocky ground because they were thrown so high. As she looked to where the elf had been she gasped in horror.

By the Precursors!

In the elves place stood a monster. His skin was ashy grey and his golden locks had turned to silver. Five inch claws had grown from his nails, and black horns had taken residence on his scalp, hiding in his hair. Most disturbing of all his beautiful but cold blue eyes had become an emotionless black. It stood hunched forward in a primitive fighting stance bearing its sharp teeth in challenge. A challenge the remaining sixteen Metalheads took openly.

The first few to reach it were viciously sliced to pieces. The next one was a Hunter, and was killed by five sharp claws in the chest, and five in the head. Two more Hunters and a Grunt attacked from behind and the side. It easily disposed of them by raising its arms to the side catching a Hunter and Grunt in the head with its claws and spinning around to throw both bodies at the other Hunter. Three Grunts leapt at it from ten feet away but were struck by dark lightning from the monsters hands and dropped to the ground. The last six were taken by surprise as it did a quick spin added to the lightning and it spread out in a circle killing every last one.

The dark monster was the last one standing.

Ashlin watched the creature turn to face the KG behind itself, and slowly pace toward them. It was impossible to tell what they thought from facial expressions, as they had helmets in the way, so she switched her ear piece com-link to their frequency. They were scared shitless. Even the elite were unsure of what to do with advancing creature. One nevertheless, Major Kalyx she believed, readied his gun and ordered the others to shoot it if need be.

The animal had other intentions however. It bared its teeth at the soldiers and jerked its upper body forward. One of the crimson clad guards was surprised by this behavior and accidentally shot a red eco bolt to where it made direct contact with the center of its chest. The Red haired female was again shocked by this being, seeing that the shot did little more then make him hiss in pain as it healed with a sizzle.

The KG were terrified of it and kept yelling that it stay back or get shot. His eyes narrowed as he growled at the guards. The beast seemed to be irritated with them. She could just make out the flexing of its claws from her hiding place above. He narrowed his stance, un-hunched his back, extended his neck, and raised his head high as he continued to growl.

She knew what he was doing. It was the same thing Metalheads and even wild crocadogs did. He was the smartest, strongest, and most dangerous of the group, and he wanted them to withdraw. He wants to be dominant over the others. And he, like every animal, will fight for it. Even kill for it. All the KG down there were going to die if they continued to point their guns at him.

Fortunately the Major had figured it out as well it seemed. Through the staticy com-link she could hear him quietly ordering the soldiers to set the shock riffles down on the ground and to not make any sudden movements.

"You can't be serious! That thing will rip us to shreds!" One guard hissed.

"Not if you listen! Put your weapon down now Captain!" He hissed back through his com.

After only a few moments of debating, for the creature was stalking closer with an even more ferocious growl, all KG set their artillery down. This seemed to satisfy it only for a moment. He centered his sites on the Major because the others had been taking orders from him. He was a threat to its supremacy.

The monster shadowed over the yellow clothed elf, leaving almost no space between their bodies. It stared into his visor in challenge with dark demanding eyes waiting for the return challenge. It didn't get one. Major Kalyx bowed his head in submission. From where she was it looked as though the monster was grinning wickedly.

Backing away from the armored elves the creature looked as if readying for something. He shut his soulless eyes and began to transform into an elf again. His ashen grey skin was turning to its original peach color, along with the silver hair to gold and green. The claws and horns seem to retract into his skin. Finally, the darkness of his eyes receded to only the pupils leaving it with a brilliant blue.

The elf looked toward the petrified guards with a smirk. "Well, how's that for an evaluation?"

Evaluation?

The major took his time answering as he busied himself with picking up his forgotten gun. The rest of the troops followed suit. "Excellent, sir."

Sir?

"The Baron and Errol will be pleased with your skills. We should get back to the palace now. I still need to show you to your quarters, Commander Jak, sir."

Commander!

The dark elf nodded, commanding the others to turn around to the entrance to the city. He on the other hand stayed behind a moment. The one called Jak began to look up. Up at her. His icy eyes locked with her own stunned green orbs as he grinned evilly. Getting his message across the blond elf left after his squad.

Taken aback she backed into the rock wall to think recent events over. She needed to get to that valve, and she needed to tell Torn.

The Underground is not going to like this.

Ok, wha'd ya think? I've never done a fight seen before and I have no idea if it was good or not. I'd like to know how to improve those. Please review. Oh, and for future reference, I'm changing a lot of things. Like adding people that were only in the 3rd game. It's very vital to the plot! I think. .' Anyway, got any suggestions, I can always use more dark powers. And(damn I got a lot to say)I've had inspiration to a Naruto fic, but I don't know how to spell anything. It's sad really. So review, please, and I'll love you too! -Kastel