2185 CE, 1930 hours...
Omega...unknown exact location
The War Pigs were pinned in the stinking filthy alley, gunfire and fast moving metals zipped and whizzed all around them.
Falks overturned the dumpster of sort, or at least he think it was, and used it as makeshift cover. Up until now he still didn't know what the fuck has happened, how or why. Gunfire was erupting all around him.
Blue Suns Mercenaries, of course he didn't know what they are, he only dubbed them blue bastards, were slowly pinning him down, unfortunately for them, the Staff Sergeant managed to draw enough fire from hostiles for the other War Pigs to flank them on both sides.
Civilians were fleeing away from the firefight, thankfully enough so he wouldn't need to worry about shooting innocent...aliens? now his only worry was collateral damage.
Approx 15 minutes ago...
2185 CE, 1915 HOURS...
Omega, Terminus Systems
The inhabitants of Omega's lower districts did about their daily business just as any other day, gunfights were rather common there too, and that was the only unnatural occurence the inhabitants were prepared for.
But they weren't exactly prepared for what was to come next. A flash of white, engulfing everything within sight, some screamed in fear, others tried getting to safety. As quickly as it had appeared, it vanished just as fast, in it's place were bipedal humanoids, clad in bulky metallic armor and sprawled all around the place, within moments a large crowd formed around them, eager to find out what was going on.
The strange robotic armors gave hissing sounds, and motors began whirring as the users began coming round, causing some of the local population to back away in fear.
A lone human woman, curiosity having fully overwhelmed her natural instincts to flee, came closer. And oh so closer to the iron men, where had they come from? Were they connected to that blinding flash of light? She now stood at least 3 feet away from them but it felt she was only 3 centimeters apart from them. She began having second thoughts now, the crowd's eyes fell on her, as if egging her on to make first contact, I should have stayed home.
Her heart began pounding when the armored forms were back on their feet. Then one of them strode towards her in full height, the suit was huge, at least 7 feet tall.
She began having wild speculations of what could be behind that large bulky suit but none of her guesses were that close, imagine her surprise when the suit having what appeared to be a visor, slipped open, revealing, a human no older than 30.
"Erm, uh..hi?"
The woman gave no response for she had collapsed onto the ground, fully unconscious.
"Was it something I said?"
Said the power armored human once more.
Flash of white...blinding...painful..and when the blindness finally left, they were standing on some sort of road, the battered war-torn men quickly realized they were in a city, with techno beats wailing out across nightclubs.
And to make things worse, the entire town/city or whatever this place is, was populated by both humans and unknown xenos alike. At one point they were fighting for their lives tearing up hordes of Zerg on Char, next thing they knew, they were standing in the middle of some alien city.
A pedestrian crossing to be precise earning stares from alien passers-by.
"Hey, the fuck you looking at bitches?"
One of the Pigs took aim with his monster of a weapon in the general direction of passers-by. Screams tore through the ranks of the civvies as they wailed and ran in several directions trying to get away from the insane power armored man.
"Samuels, hey, hey, cool it goddammit, you're scaring the population!"
Sergeant 'Tea' smacked the rifle aside with his armored hand thus throwing off the Pig's aim.
"Sorry, sir, just...just a little jet lagged and all. Aww shit man, this ain't happening, this ain't fucking happening!" the Pig threw a fit, unable to accept the fact he's stranded light years from the Koprulu-Sector, a Sector he and trillions of souls called home.
And as much as the War Pigs wanted to dismiss the whole ordeal as a bad dream cooked up by the Xel-Naga Artifact, everything that was happening was so surreal and if it was a dream, why the hell were they all interconnected in the same dream?
The Pigs had to plan their next course of action, first things first. Some asshole with an itchy trigger finger suggested shooting the shit out of every xeno they found but he was immediately shut down by the other members for they were professional badass private military contractors, not mass murderers.
Staff Sergeant Falks slowly shook his head, still disoriented when the artifact was activated and it's purpose was unleashed and engulfed the entire planet.
He HUD detected a human female coming closer and closer towards him. She was dressed in civilian clothing unlike any other design he's seen, not even those yokels from the Fringe Worlds wear those kind of clothing, this further proves the War Pig IC they're a long way from home.
A very long way.
Now, the woman lay roughly 3 feet away, her face was one piqued with both curiousity and interest, though it was more likely fear and awe, either she's brave enough or foolish enough to go near one of the most feared mercenary gangs in the Koprulu Sector, unarmed.
Falks needed answers and this lady could be well possibly tell him, with a little help of intimidation thrown in should she become uncooperative. Falks turned the gun to her, earning several gasps from the crowd, the other 29 men shut their visors, targeting systems online, scanning the crowd for concealed weapons and other nasties should the situation turn into one massive shootout.
"Erm,.uh..hi?"
The human woman hit the floor unconscious, probably scared out of her wits. Not everyday, giant armored humans get teleported right in front of your eyes.
"Was it something I said?"
He spoke aloud via external speakers towards the crowd.
Falks, tried a different approach this time, no need for people dropping dead on his feet, but that didn't mean he couldn't use threats, so he snapped his visor shut and faced a scrawny looking humanoid with big bulging eyes and a big bulging head. He pointed his Impaler towards a random Salarian.
"You, Snail-head, with...with the big eyes, talk! Where are we?"
The Salarian began hysterically babbling in his language, of which not one War Pig understood a single word, he pointed on one of the signs, strangely enough written in English.
Though grime, mud and scum had eroded the words, it wasn't that hard to piece together what it was shown, 'Omega, Lower District'
Omega?
They never heard of a place named Omega in the Koprulu Sector, or even unknown alien species who seem friendly enough to work with Humans, unless,
"No, that's impossible,"
Mumbled Falks, or is it?
He turned to face his men, the wounded, and all, and told them to gather round the dumpster, the crowd were dispersing now, but at a slow pace, a few even tried to take a picture with their funny glowing wrist-PDA and had to be chased away, non-lethal style.
The other members of the War Pigs had not taken the bad news well. Omega? ain't heard of that kind of place in the Koprulu Sector, much less intelligent alien species other than Protoss and Zerg.
There was one obvious answer of course; They were no longer even in the Koprulu Sector and that got them in mixed reactions. Anguish, frustration, curiousity, and some were downright hysteric about not seeing home ever again.
Some of the Pigs managed to bring the Pigs back to their senses and told them to suck it up and adapt.
Thankfully enough, everyone who was fighting in the cavern on Char was present and accounted for, even the wounded ones of which the others took it upon themselves to get them back on their feet.
"Okay, okay, so we've gone from Char to planet shithole after Raynor activated that artifact thing, we got no way of getting home, ammo's gettin' low and Mikey here keeps snagging my motherfucking cigs! Anything I left out?" groaned Private Fick.
A Corporal inquired to the group before lighting a cigar. There was a raised hand at the back, "Yeah, you guys missed this-or him."
Everyone turned heads and standing beside the mercenary was a Dominion Ghost Operative, in his H.E.S, helmet on and his C-10 Canister Rifle slung on his right hand.
"A Ghost? Shit, I didn't see him back in the caverns with us!"
"Ya' got me..."
Things began to turn sour then. Some of the War Pigs believed the Ghost was the one responsible for sending them all to - wherever the hell 'here' is.
"This little fuck must've been behind all this shit, Ghosts don't pop up without wierd shit happenin'!"
"Damn straight, I say we frag the fuck!"
"Give 'im to me lads, old Farmiga here wants to play a game with him!"
A massive figure stepped up to the front before addressing the 30 strong merc group. Falks.
"Cut this shit out! It don't matter if he's the one who sent us here, fragging him won't send us back! Alright, first things first we gotta work out leadership, who's in charge shit, from there we can next course of action. We ain't in the Koprulu Sector anymore. Suck it up guys. Now, I'm a Staff Sergeant, First Class. Anyone higher than me?"
Nobody raised a hand.
"Good, now we-"
The same trooper with the Ghost beside him raised his hand.
"Sir, the Ghost's an El-Tee."
Someone silenced him quickly enough.
"That Ghost won't talk much Ned, he ain't no use commanding us in a fight."
Before Falks could continue, several shots, similar to gunfire being discharged were heard, several blocks down the street. Civillians began panicking and some that had brought loved ones got them behind cover, a few were even crying. Falks wanted to take a team to investigate but was met with fierce resistance from the others,
"Look, it's not our problem, man, probably just some mugging going on, or a bank heist, it'll clear off anyway."
But the mercenary IC would have none of it. He managed to gather support when he revealed that if they were to resolve the situation peacefully, the locals might reward them or something, hell, maybe even run into the authorities and get them to send the Pigs back.
If it were even possible to be sent back to the Koprulu Sector, if not then the Pigs could always do security jobs for cash just like they used to when they no longer were under Tamsen Cauley.
Alpha squad was picked for the job for 2 reasons, they're the best squad there is at the moment and the only squad at full strength without a wounded squad member. The 8 man team snaked through what looks like the back-alley to get to the source, and as a bonus, it doesn't attract unwanted attention, the people here are jumpy around them, showing up on a planet unexpectedly then charge in guns-blazing is a hell of a way to gain heat from whatever law organisation manages the planet.
They plodded further into the dark alley, the only thing between darkness surrounding them was the combat suit's quad tactical lights fixed below the helmet and chest piece.
Falks heard more gunshots, full-automatics ..this is gonna get ugly mused the War Pig IC. With a flicker of hand gesture, Alpha Squad melted into the shadows, the custom navy blue paint job on their suits further masking them, as they switched off the mounted lights, visors going into night vision, targeting systems online.
Slowly they advanced, their half a ton clunky power suits surprisingly did not so much as make a single tremor with each step.
They came upon a sight of bodies...aliens and humans alike...
Some were wearing some sort of combat vests, black matted, humans and aliens with a face similar to Earth's feline animal, a cat, and unusual firearms which appeared to be carbines scattered about.
The other bodies were fully enclosed in some sort of blue skin-suit, Falks motioned to Alpha squad behind him.
7 hostiles, 2 on walkway, 5 on ground, 3 left, 2 right, we go on my mark.
A small segment of his HUD flashed green as the squad leader acknowledged. As with the previous group, these blue guys are also a mix of wierd cat-aliens and humans. They had surrounded a fairly middle-aged human in a sharp white suits only rich pompous businessmen wore , it was white before it met contact with grime and dirt and muck.
The human, hugged what appeared to be a suitcase ever tightly in his chest, "No! Please!" begged the middle aged man.
One of those blue baddies, presumed the leader removed his helmet to reveal another of those cat-alien, he or she or it held a pistol, big, sleek and definitely alien in nature before pressing it firmly to the forehead of the whimpering human.
As expected by the present War Pigs, it spoke in alien tongue, but what surprised them was that the humans under it's command and the victim understood whatever Mister/Miss freak was babbling about. The human whimpered in fear and shook his head, and swore defiantly at the alien, all the while shielding the briefcase away from the Blue baddies.
Zallus was getting sick of this primate's resistance, though he would find this rather...interesting for a human in another situation, but this just this begs for another outcome; a shard of metal in his head.
Sure, the guy who hired him said to use extreme discretion, but...hey he could always say the bastard was armed and retaliated in self-defence.
"Please, I'll pay double whoever hired you!" moaned the human at his mercy.
"Err...boss, should we..you know take his offer, i mean he is offering..." upon seeing Zallus's ice-cold glare, the Blue Sun Operative backed down,
"Shutting up, sir."
Turning his attention back to the human, he raised the M-5 Phalanx Heavy Pistol right in front of where the human cranium would be. Before he could fire, something roared from the darkness.
Chak-chak-chak-chakchak-chak!
It came from almost every direction, dammit! cursed the Turian as he saw his boys fell without so much as returning a single shot, lazy cunts! Didn't they watch the perimeter!
He got nicked in the chest, his Kinetic barrier absorbed the first few shots before concentrated fire brought him down, 8mm steel spikes punched through his skin suit, those hard materials that made his armor simply fell fell like wet tissue and Zallus found himself being flung backwards by the brute force of the rounds that struck him.
He managed one last defiant glare at his attackers who were still cowering in the shadows of the alley before taking death by the hand and embracing him like a brother.
Okay, this chapter has been redone! pls RnR