Pain. That's all Peter felt. A really, really cold yet acing sore pain.

It felt like a Stalker punched every inch of his body and then dumped him into a frozen lake. It hurt to move, and it hurt to breathe. He took short breaths to reduce the pain he was feeling. Is he dead? No. No. He's not dead. He can move, he can feel, and he can breathe. He's not dead.

Peter slowly began to regain his vision, but his helmet HUD was heavily distorted—he could barely see a thing. Peter slowly moved his hand up his body and pressed a button on the bottom of his helmet. With a loud hiss, his helmet opened up, and Peter's eyes were greeted by a beautiful, bright blue sky. The coldness of his body quickly disappeared, and the pain dwindled greatly, allowing him to move properly. He took a deep breath and excelled. The air was so fresh and clean that it was almost intoxicating. He looked around; the sky wasn't covered by thick black smoke or flying boulders ripping each other apart. He didn't feel the burning heat of the lava escaping from the crust. It wasn't all pure chaos and hell.

No, it was peaceful. The world was quiet, calm, and beautiful. Peter can feel the wind gracefully blowing around him. The leaves and branches ruffled around like chimes. The grass moved in rhythm with each blast of wind. Birds chirp around in mindless bliss. It reminded him of his home, and that was enough to make him feel the tears threaten to leak out. Is this heaven? Did he really die? If so, does that mean he can see Ma and Pa again? Peter tightened his grip on the blanket around his neck.

But Peter felt he had stepped on something. He looked down and saw CV data core underneath his boot. It all came back to him.

Heaven? Really Peter? Do you think you would go to heaven after all the things you did? No, no way. Mama would be disgusted by you, and Papa would be greatly disappointed, especially after you-

Peter picked up CV data core. He wiped off some dirt on its leans. Dirty and a bit cracked, but still in fine condition. He holds it tightly to his chest.

"Where am I?" Peter said to no one in particular. How did he get here? Peter remembers what happened. He was getting ready to jump up the Vanguard to put CV data core inside the empty eye. Then he saw a bright light followed by darkness, and now he's here. Is it possible the Ark had something to do with it? Most likely. The Ark obviously exploded and somehow managed to teleport him to this world. If so, how is that possible? Well, if technology that can fold space and time exists, then it isn't that far of a possibility, is it? Especially if the Ark is a weapon that can destroy entire worlds. Peter shook his head. Whatever the cause, he's alive, but that did beg the question.

"Where is the ship?" Peter looked around. He wasn't inside the racks anymore. Instead, he was in a forest. A beautiful one at that. But what could have happened? Did the Ark teleport him to this world by himself, or did the ship also get here but is scattered around the place? Or what if he's actually dead and just in the afterlife? Peter doubts the last one, but it isn't out of the realm of possibility. Peter really wants to find that empty Vanguard for CV. He might as well explore a bit and possibly find the ship. It also gives him an excuse to see more of this world that reminds him of home. A beautiful and peaceful world, just like how home was before the IMC entered his life.

An hour or so has passed since Peter found himself on this planet. Peter held his helmet in his hand as he sat on top of a tall tree branch, looking out into the distance of the deep forest. Peter moved his messy, uncut hair, covering his eyes, to get a better look.

"I should probably get a haircut, don't you think?" Peter said to CV data core stuffed inside one of his vest pouches. "Yeah, I think I should."

Peter has been talking to CV the entire time. Of course, CV won't respond, but it just felt good talking to his friend 'Brain' if you could call it that. A part of him believes CV is listening to him talk.

"Found nothing of the ship. Just more forest." Peter said, tapping the pouch holding CV. "Don't worry, CV, we'll find that ship with the Vanguard on it. I hope."

Peter was hoping he would find at least a piece of scrap metal or anything that indicated the ship was here. Granted, he's only been looking for an hour or so, but the ship couldn't have been too far. He was inside the racks, with dozens of Titans inside. Did he fall out or something? Peter signs. He jumped off the tree branch and landed on the ground with a soft thud. He continued walking, taking in the beauty of the world. It's not exactly like his home world of Stien, but it's close. For one, he didn't have birds back home. The closest equivalent he has would be the Garven. A small reptilian that glides more than flies. It's small mouth and teeth only feast on small tree bugs like the Treian and the many fruits Stien has to offer. Oh, the fruits; the thoughts alone made his mouth water. And his eyes. If only the IMC hadn't arrived in his world, he would have lost-

The bushes to his left scuffled with the sounds of something running. Peter fired his grappling hook up onto a nearby tree and landed on a branch. He pulled out his pulse blade and jammed it into the bark. The blade easily stabbed itself inside the bark.

With his own naked eyes, he saw the blade pulse an orange light around it. The light traveled down the tree, to the ground, and finally onto the bushes. A humanoid being with long arms, claws, and what seemed like a wolf head lay down on the ground, hiding behind the bushes. The thing was staring at him, growing its nasty teeth with pure hate. It seems to notice the orange light covering his body. It jumped out, roaring with anger as it rushed towards the tree. And immediately gets its skull pierced by a blade.

"The fuck?" Peter said. The wolf-looking creature drops to the floor. Its body disappears into a cloud of black smoke.

"Ok. That's not normal."

Peter sends his grappling hook onto the pulse blade and tugs it towards him, catching it mid-air. It's not shocking that this world has hostile life. Every planet he has fought on has had some sort of hostile creature. But what was shocking was what he killed. It had black fur with bone spikes going down behind its spine and some on its forearms. The head seemed to be the only part that was armored. With some sort of bone armor that covered its entire head. Not that it matters, as the pulse blade easily pierced through. But that wasn't the shocking thing; no, the thing essentially disintegrated into a puff of black smoke. Peter has never seen something like that.

The closest thing he can imagine would be the simulation training pods, where the opponent disappeared in a hue of blue light when killed. Yet Peter has managed to turn multiple IMC grunts into a red mist many times before, but those don't count. Right?

More of the werewolf things came running out. They began running around the tree, howling and growling, staring at him with their glowing red eyes. Some tried climbing up the tree, but most ended up dropping to the ground. He counted 38 in total and probably more were hiding in the bushes.

"I think it would be smart if I stayed up in the trees." Peter declared. He put his Pilot helmet back on and looked at a nearby tree.

He jumped across and dashed forward, landing in a nearby tree. The wolf-looking things tailed him behind, howling for the rest to follow. More came from hiding, raising the number to 60. Peter jumps and dashes his away throughout the forest. Peter sends out a hologram and activates his cloak. They may be weird creatures, but they are still creatures. A simple hologram and cloak would confuse any dumb animal. The hologram fell to the floor and continued walking. The wolf things immediately pounce on the hologram, jumping and falling all over each other, trying to take a bite or a swing at it. The hologram disappears upon contact with a hit. The wolf things looked around, confused about where the human had gone. Peter let out a small laugh. He sends another hologram, placing it precisely where he's standing, before jumping away.

"Bamboozled." Peter said. He looked back, seeing the wolf creatures trying to climb up the tree to reach the hologram. He chuckled as he continued jumping away through the forest. There's nothing more funny and satisfying than confusing an enemy with holograms.

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Night has fallen.

Peter has been jumping and climbing from tree to tree for what feels like 11 hours. His body is getting a bit exhausted. Peter decided to stop for now. He lay down on the branch he was standing on. He presses the button on the bottom of his helmet, opening it up. It felt nice to feel the cold, fresh air hit his face. He looked up at the night sky, watching the stars shine like diamonds. But the more eye-catching thing was the shattered moon shining up in the dark sky. Just like the scattered moon of Typhon. Peter stared at it and wondered what could have caused it. perhaps an asteroid? But if it was, then why are the pieces still floating in place? It just doesn't make sense. The moon in Typhon had many small bits of rocks flying down onto the planet. It was a pretty sight to see. Peter shook his head. He can ponder more about it later; right now he should get some rest.

As he was about to fall asleep, a scream in the distance could be heard, followed by numerous rounds of gunfire. Peter jolts up, his head snapping in the direction of the gunfire. If their gunfire then that means their people! But Peter needs to be careful; a scream followed by gunfire is never a good sign. Peter pressed the button on the bottom of his helmet, making it snap back into place. Peter took out his data knife and went off to investigate. The gunfire gets louder and louder as he gets closer.

"Please! I have kids! Don't hurt us!" A feminine voice cried out. "Please! Don't hurt my children!" Peter could hear the cries of children screaming in fear. The woman was standing in front of her wagon, where two dead horses lay on the ground. Tears rolled down her face as she hugged a girl in her arms.

The man had a twisted smile on his face as he walked forward, holding his rifle in his hand. The other bandits watched on; they circled the wagon, holding all types of weapons. From axes to swords to pistols and rifles. They dressed and acted like bandits or pirates. The bandit reaches out a hand, wanting to grab the woman. But before he could lay a finger on her, a knife flew in the air and struck him behind the head. His body flickers a green light as the knife bounces off and lands next to his feet. He grabbed the back of his head, groaning in pain. The blade pulses out an orange light, covering everyone's body. The woman walked back into her wagon with her daughter in her arms. Hope began to fill her heart. Is someone going to save them?

The bandits looked at each other. Confused about the orange light covering their bodies. The man in front grabbed the knife from the ground and glanced at it. Watching it emit light from the bottom of its handle.

"What the fuc-" A grappling hook grabbed his back and dragged him through the air and into the forest. He dropped his knife and his rifle as he grabbed the hook behind his back. He tried ripping it off, but the hook wouldn't budge. He landed in the forest and saw a figure with a glowing blue visor staring at him with a knife in his hands. Before he could do anything, Peter jammed his data knife into his face, but the knife didn't pierce his face. Only a green light flickered. Bewildered, Peter stabs the man again, but with a lot more force implied. The knife pierces through his skin and into his skull as the green light around his body flickers out. Peter had no clue what that was. Do they have personal energy shields like the Titans do? If so, then this makes his job a lot harder. He could question it later.

Peter's pulse blade revealed 10 people. Five were in the center of the road, all holding each other inside the wagon. While the other five outside the wagon slowly walk where their leader was taken. Peter sends out a running hologram across the road in front of the bandits. They immediately fired at it, giving Peter some time to grab one of the bandits. His grapple hook latched on one of the bandits and dragged her into the woods. She screamed and began firing her pistol, catching the attention of her comrades. The bullet hits Peter on the arm, but his armor takes the hit easily. Peter flings her onto a tree and then slams her onto the ground next to him. He stabs her in between the eyes three times with a tremendous amount of force from his data knife, causing light to shower around her body as it pierces through. Two of the bandits fired their shots in the general direction where Peter was standing. He crouches down, picking up the pistol of the bandit he just killed and firing it. Bullets nail each one of them in the face, staggering them.

The thrusters of his jumpkit fired out as Peter lunged out of the woods and onto one of the gunmen. The forces knocked the gunman down as he felt a knife go through his chest. His body showed in light as he lay on the floor dead with a stab wound on his heart. The other gunman raised his smg on Peter only to see a flying knee up his chin. He staggered back, then felt bullets riddle his chest. Peter kept firing the pistol until he saw a light flicker around his body. Once he was dead, Peter grabbed the dead bandit's rifle and aimed it at the last two bandits. The bandits tried to run away, but Peter fired behind their backs. They fell to the floor, and Peter continued firing until he saw the light around their bodies flicker.

Everything was quiet. With only the sounds of whimpering coming from the wagon. Peter walked up to the wagon, dropping the rifle in his hands. He looked inside and saw a family of five. An older woman holding two small girls in her arms. A teenage girl was in the back, holding a small boy in her arms. The boy had a small dagger in his hands. His hands shake as he looks at him with fear. They all did. Wanting to let them know he wasn't a threat, Peter removed his Pilot helmet and placed it under his arm. He showed his young and heavily scarred face to them. He reaches out a hand.

"Are any of you hurt?"

Who knew writing can be hard? Just staring at your phone waiting for something to happen. Writer's block is real! By the way, I'm writing all of this on a phone. why? Cause I'm a broke ass.

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