Ultimately. At this point, by the time of the next story. I'll consider it a Halo/Warcraft crossover at this point. From so many inspirations from the series. It can do much good as it will explain so much of the Halo references here. But i'm not doing it now.

Planet Praezaikar, Solar System 274932 - Near Azeroth's solar system.

10:30 PM

Febuary 12, 2164.

One of the key methods of the African corporation was to send the poor into the fire by ever worst conditions. But with Storm Aegis' eyes, they've seen their darkest secrets. Sending slaves off to Draenei-controlled planets, possibly for more brutal conditions and genetic research. But nothing and no government is to expect that a corp is making deals with the enemy.

It's time to go back on Earth, it seems that Prime has entered the picture. He knows how the Exodarus functions, and pretty much knows that he don't be in much mortal matters.

Obsidian Prime (Yesterday): Pentagon authorization level 17, verification code accepted. Opening line to President Maria Samuel.

Maria Samuel (Replying): Who's in this thing? Security. Trace transmission, intercept and arrest the intruder.

(ERROR. INSIGNIFICANT OVERRIDE CODE, REJECTING) - Computer systems.

Obsidian Prime: Ugh. Why do you even try this, can you know about the Exodarus' plan? Or myself in that order?

Maria Samuel: No... Are you a night elf or something?

Obsidian Prime: Your decadence is really that damn foolish? Try this. I'm the father of the four dragons that inhabit Azeroth. I've helped them build your kind, orcs, draenei and more species up to power. Your security measures are a trillion years behind us.

His body was diguised by the void. He emerges to reveal himself in dragon form. His scales are black as night, his horns curve upwards and his head had the yellow, ominous glow. And that's his only eye in this form.

Maria Samuel: I know those names during Deathwing's war, Malygos, Ysera and... Can't remember the other two. And you're a dragon, could you be the Twilight Flight?

Obsidian Prime: No. I'm not with the Aspects of Life, Time, Magic or the Dream and Death. But I'm the combined powers that formed the Oblivion Dragonflight. The universe's last defense against the Burning Legion, the Exodarus and all evil that dares to control us.

My two sons and two daughters were the same, but they were to pass through the Legion's blight with the gift of the untainted, our civilization didn't care about all other organic life, unless it was an way to destroy us and to forever put the universe under the blight. After they chose to be with the mortals, they had stored the ability to be uncorrupted into artifacts within weapons that every leader on Azeroth.

Into a war before your creation, we were cut down to the point that the Legion would steal the five keys, soon to lead our deaths or permanent corruption. My children aqcuired the key, and created a new idea to them to split into weapons for the mortal leaders on Azeroth. Only a selective million had my original blood, the rest split under my children's rule in different aspects. Unfortunately, it made them easier to fall into corruption. I've remained original. My children sacrificed it all.

I've decided to aid Ysera in creating the Emerald Dream, then Malygos to spread magic to others. It was a test, to see if they would have a common enemy like us or use it to their benefit to enslave other people. Now, I'm awoken after 40 years. And you know of me, the one who lasted the 60 million year war against the blight.

Maria Samuel: So. We're actually under a test-

Obsidian Prime: Don't keep minding that, but we have a critical point that should help us to win the war against the Exodarus. There's one of the Titans' fortresses hidden about 8.6 thousand meters below the ocean surface, but they would store artifacts from anyone. Send in your men or anyone else that is up for it. It should help you against the Draenei.

I'll be handling your military's comms. I have everything about them under my belt.

(Transmission Ends)

In the temple.

In the darkest depths where Azeroth's light can't touch.

Where the Nozdormu's descendant and his friends had went. With the new children had came to see the Titans' wonders to expell the Draenei.

But however. It was the last laugh. Nothing can destroy the greater beings that settle down in the depths. Not even the warrior that was fated to do the greatest feats that the universe has to offer.

Its not forever that Obsidian Prime and his children can be permenantly hopeless, but Azeroth will suffer the long blighted winter as the Legion lay waste to the world.

But into the hour, there will always be the greatest warrior in that history. Azeroth's citizens will be tested. But someone will show up, as a sign that they've pass their trials.

(The mission's passed to you. 117...) - Obsidian Prime.

ZeroPhoenix: Now. What the f*ck happened to the rest of the story and John himself? Thanks to the lack of some imagination, i'm always going to be limited to things like this, with 8 chapters. This thing is now... Preview of the true story that had formed in my brain. Hope to find it in my heart to forgive my inept thinking. If that's possible. Welcome to Halo: Next Generation Wars.