First, i would like to say that i have had time to write, but i haven't had the drive until now, for some reason. i'll try to get more out soon, but i don't know yet.
Now that we have that out of the way, i will tell why i was absent for a good period as well. I am in the U.S. Navy waiting to continue my career at New London Sub Base. Don't go there, so much to not due. I will eventually be going to the USS Theodore Roosevelt, having been Submarine disqualified (Which is quite common). i have been stress by school, then by medical trying to fix shit, and now by i am glad to be leaving here, eventually, hopefully, Someone save me.
Anyway, i hope you enjoy, and i am going so far off from the Original source, and right now, i actually am glad. gives me more freedom, so if you don't like it, i understand and won't hate you if you stop ready. So, please enjoy.
Salcito marched down the street, weapons loaded on him, direction set on NSWF. The streets were busy, cars and pedestrians moving about, but Salcito ignored them. He was on a mission, and revenge.
He moved quickly, but remain in clear view. He no longer cared for the secrecy of the U.N., they'll just chalk it up to some new project or something. The drivers on the road swerved to avoid him, some running into building and other vehicles. One guy, who was talking on his cellphone, ran straight into the Spartan. Salcito reacted by holding his ground and halting the car with his body.
The front of the car was hissing as steam leaked out from under the crumbled hood, the front end wrapped around the Super Soldier. Salcito turned slightly and kicked the vehicle away, the car now resting many meters away. The driver crawled out, dazed and mostly unharmed, to watch the Soldier continue down the road as though nothing had happened. Salcito kept moving, finally coming into view of the guard post before enter the grounds of NSWF, when he got a call.
"What do you want?" Salcito demanded, not bothering to check to see who called.
"I'm calling to tell you that it's a bad idea to attack NSWF in broad daylight, their Cloneblades are numerous and unmatched. It would be suicide to go in," Mr. Takayama informed, trying to help out as best he could.
"I don't care what Masane told you, or what you know. I am not going to allow them to take someone's child that they suddenly want after so many years of not having that child. And I'm going to make that bitch pay for catching me the way the she did," Salcito growled back.
"Then you should know that she isn't there, she's at her home," Takayama informed him.
"I know, but the NSWF has cut off their network to any external coms, so I need to directly access their systems. And maybe teach them a thing or two about why the Cloneblade Project is nothing more than a diversion from a real Super Soldier program like what the U.N. is working on," Salcito smiled, having been bored with a lot of assignments.
"Just make sure that you don't get yourself killed, Ms. Amaha will want to join you when you go get Rihoko back," Takayama said, hanging up.
"I won't, but that doesn't mean they won't try," Salcito finished to himself.
He reached the front gate, the guard confused on who was walking up to the building. Before the guard could even speak a word, Salcito moved forward, knocking the guard unconscious. With the guard down, Salcito activated his invisibility, making his way to the facility. He snuck pass the guards, moving towards the main of the facility and into the lobby of the building. The guard at the front desk was unaware of the invisible Super Soldier that was accessing the computer next to him.
Plugging in his system to the computer ports in the front, he quickly gained access the on-site servers. The security was sub-par, easily broken into by the advanced decryption programs at Salcito's disposal. He downloaded the entirety of their data base, routing it to his server back at U.N. Headquarters. He would need to remain plugged into the server to keep up the download, and the conversation the guard next to him was having told him his time was thinning.
The guard moved to grab his MP5K from under the desk when his hand hit something hard and metallic. The guard looked over, finding nothing there, before being pulled down and being suffocated by nothing. Salcito held him in the choke-hold for a handful of seconds, the guard's panicked mind using up all the oxygen quickly. Placing the guard quietly on the ground, the Super-Soldier surveyed the rest of the entrance area, finding it full of guards armed to the teeth, and two Cloneblade wielders in the back.
This will not be easy. Salcito thought, the download finishing just before the server was shut down. Now they know I was looking for something there, and that means I don't have a lot time.
With the stealth that has never been seen before, the Spartan moved from his hiding spot behind the desk to the doors of the building, standing between two guards. The guards had their weapons aimed at the door, looking for any target to fire at, but for them, the target was next to them. Neither man figured this out, wondering how one of them ended up in the lobby fountain and the other one on the other side of the outdoor car park.
The stunned expressions of their comrades told the Spartan it was time to move, giving him to escape, or he thought, as both of the Cloneblades charged at him, their blades out and ready for combat. Salcito knew he could outrun them, his stamina and speed greater, but his arrogance of superiority got the better of him and he turned to face his foe. The plasma from the Energy Sword activating burned the air around it and hummed with power and menace.
The Cloneblades thrust out, each blade aiming for different limb. In a show of strength and durability, the Super Soldier in Power Armor blocked one blade with his Energy Sword and the other fell into his hand, grasping the blade firmly. The two women had no idea what had happened and stared in shock, neither able to process what had just happened.
"I'll give you this one chance to leave, I'm not here to fight you, but I've been looking for a reason to humiliate you since I've gotten here," warned Salcito, his visor hiding his features.
"We're not here to fight you, just hold you," one of the Cloneblades smirked, a high powered tank round being fired at the trio.
Salcito was too slow, his body moving too slow as his mind processed the round before impact. The round pierced his shields, slowing the round to non-lethal speeds for him, but not his armor. The tank-round tore into the armor, knocking the Spartan over two meters on his back, the wind out of his lungs and chest plate destroyed, but alive.
He looked and saw only smoke and warning signals, his HUD blaring at him. With training being the only way he was able to get back up, the Spartan did the most logical thing and ran away. He moved with a speed unmatched, the Cloneblades attempting to pursue, but were unable to keep up with the damaged Spartan. Salcito made it back to the Café and into his room via the roof, stripping his damaged armor.
He didn't realize that Masane was also in the room, and it wasn't until he was out of his armor that she was able to finally get her voice.
"What the hell happened to you?!" she asked, examining the hole in his chest plate.
"They knew I would be there, and they had an equivalent of an anti-tank weapon, and shot me. It was even faster than should be, so I'm guessing it had a rail-gun aspect to it. Tore through my shield and destroyed my chest plate. That plate and my shields are the only reason I'm alive right now," Salcito answered, his breathing steadying.
"So, what, they can kill you now?" Masane asked, knowing that if they can defeat a future soldier in advanced power-armor, what good is she against them.
"If I was to go back out in this armor or anything less, yes," He answered, pulling up his computer and typing away. "But I did complete my mission, here is the data you're looking for."
Salcito pulled a paper off his printer, handing it to Masane as he got back onto the computer. She read it over, frowning slightly as she looked it over. She looked over the Soldier's shoulder and saw him chatting with someone, but couldn't tell who as it was in a foreign language.
"I suggest taking the handgun on the table, it is already loaded, just point and squeeze the trigger. If you know how to reload a gun, take the extra mags next to it," Salcito told her, not even looked at her.
"And what will you be doing? Aren't you coming with me?" Masane asked.
"No, I'm in no condition to assist on the ground, I will be nothing but a hindrance. Even though I am a Super-Soldier, in a fight against them with no contest. Without my armor, I might as well be dead against the Cloneblades, and the Witchblade puts them to shame, so I'm done for right now. Go, I'll be watching over you from above."
"No," Masane said, glaring at the Soldier.
"Miss Amaha, this is up for discussion, I am not able to go with you on this mission. I apologize, but –" Salcito started, but was cut off by the angered woman.
"So instead of trying and being there to help me get my daughter back, having me risk my life, you are going to sit here and be safe. What type of soldier are you if you unwilling to do your job?" Masane almost yelled, wanting to beat the Spartan in front of her.
Salcito said nothing, ending the chat and standing up, turning to Masane. He stared at her, hard. His gaze would have made anyone unnerved and backtrack, but Masane just stared back, challenging him. He sighed and slumped down back in his chair. Masane was not ready for this reaction and didn't know what to do.
"You're right."