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Chapter 3 – Introduction, Pt. 3

"What was that?" Tracer asked. The emergency lights went on, as well as the speakers.

Attention all soldiers fit for combat. Our outpost is being infiltrated by Warhawk soldiers. This is not a drill. Please prepare for a full scale attack. I repeat, this is not a drill.

Tracer looked around, worried. "Gotta go." She zoomed off.

"Trace!" 6 yelled, but she was long gone. He looked back at Little Mac. "Where the hell is she going?"

"Does it look like I know?!"

The building shook again, and an explosion could be fainting heard from the entrance of the outpost. 6 and Little Mac started running towards the sound, but the wall next to them exploded in a fiery blaze, blocking the path with a thud and a smash. They were cut off. 6 looked back at Little Mac. "What do we do now?"

"There's another path around the other side of the outpost. Follow me." They began to circle around the base, walking through an open hangar, littered with ships of all types; Pelicans, Arwings, stolen Banshees, and more. The bright sun momentarily blinded 6 and Little Mac as they entered the hanger. Once they regained their vision, they realized that the sun was a great help, as it illuminated the once dark hangar. They began to cross, walking past the flurry of ships. 6 stopped. He could hear the sound of a ship; a Wraith, to be precise. He looked outside of the hangar door, seeing the Wraith coming in for a landing. He rolled behind an Arwing, and Little Mac followed. "Please don't tell me they're going to land in the hangar," Little Mac asked.

"They're going to land in here, and we'll have to kill them."

"I thought our main goal was—"

"Finding Tracer? Yes, that's our goal. But I want to live, too, so just listen to me!" 6 exclaimed in a quiet voice. The Sangheili forces walked out of the Wraith and onto the hangar platform.

"We're looking for their general," said one of the Sangheili Officers. "We are to assassinate her as swiftly as possible." The Elites began advances forward, nearing the Arwing 6 and Little Mac were hiding behind.

6 looked over at Little Mac. "Can those punching gloves knock an Elite out?"

"Maybe more than just knock them out," Little Mac replied. He waited for the Elite to walk by.

Bang!

A swift punch was greeted by the Sangheili Officer's face. The officer dropped his Carbine, which was picked up by 6. 6 leaned over the side of the Arwing, slowly picking off the Elites, who could barely fight back due to 6's position. Two Brutes came out of the Wraith, seeing the dead Elites on the hangar floor. They were holding Gravity Hammers in their hands, an excellent close ranged weapon. 6 fired a shot, but the Carbine simply clicked. "I'm out of ammo, and I don't have another weapon. We have to go hand to hand…"

"Trust me, I'm good at this," Little Mac said. He hopped out from behind the Arwing and quickly approached one of the Brutes. The Brute roared and swung its gravity hammer down towards Little Mac, who quickly rolled out of the way underneath the other brute. Little Mac punched the back of one of the Brutes, knocking them to the ground. The Brute rolled to the side, hoped up, and used his gravity hammer to bounce back at Little Mac, who ducked before being hit. He jumped up, jumping off again off of one of the Brute's head, kicking the other swiftly in the face after doing a midair 360. The other Brute swung his hammer towards Little Mac, who dodged it. When the hammer hit the ground, it created ripples in the hangar floor. Little Mac hopped out the gravity hammer, running across it's handle towards the Brute, kicking him swiftly in the face, causing him to loose grip of his hammer. Little Mac grabbed the hammer, lifted it, and with a yell smashed it into the Brute's face, creating an immense blood splatter. "Take that!" he exclaimed. His victory was short lived when the other Brute knocked him to the ground. The Brute lift his hammer above his head, preparing for a final blow on Little Mac. 6 quickly dove towards one of the fallen Elite's plasma rifles. He grabbed it, aimed down the sight, and shot the final Brute square in the face, killing it. Little Mac sighed with relief.

"You saved my life there, man!" he exclaimed.

"It was mostly you," 6 replied. "C'mon, let's go—"

"Your fight isn't over yet, Noble 6."

6 turned his head back towards the Wraith, seeing a man walking out. The man was decently tall, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a green leather outfit. The man held a long sword in his hands, engraved with the history of Hyrule.

"Link."

Little Mac looked over at 6. "Link? The greatest fighter in all of—"

"Hyrule?" Link finished in a stern voice. "That would be me." He took his sword off his back, swung it around, and pointed it at 6. "And I'm sorry, but I cannot let you protect your dearest General."

"We can take him!" Little Mac exclaimed.

"I can take him. Go, Little Mac, find Tracer."

Little Mac looked at him, nervous. "W…Will do, sir!" Little Mac ran off to find her. 6 looked back at Link, he had a grin on his face.

"I see. You wanted this to be a one on one duel, didn't you?"

"Are you prepared?" 6 replied.

"Ha, of course I am. I am the greatest swordsman in Hyrule." Link spun his sword around again. "Prepare to be beaten in a duel."

6 dropped his gun. "I won't even cheat." With that, the battle began.

Link lunged forward, plunging his sword towards 6's heart. 6 took a step to the left, grabbed a small knife out of Link's leather pouch, and attempted to stab Link in the upper chest. Link ducked and swung his sword at 6, who jumped over the blade. With a swift movement, Link turned, raised his leg up, and kicked 6 out of the air towards the ground. 6 rolled and looked back, seeing Link prepared to slash the sword into him. He rolled back, and Link's sword clashed with the ground, giving 6 the perfect opportunity to lunge at his face with his knife. 6 did so, but Link quickly raised his sword, locking the two blades.

"You're better than I expected," Link stated, still pressing his blade against 6's.

"You're just as good as remember," 6 replied. He gave a short jump, raising his knee enough to bash Link in the face. He continued to do this, alternating knees until Link hopped backwards and lunged towards 6's legs, who hopped over him. 6 jumped again, this time onto a nearby Arwing. Link lunged again at 6, slicing the Arwing instead of 6. 6 jumped up, Link jumped back, and the Arwing exploded. 6 came crashing down, viciously swinging his knife at Link in a similar style to Link's sword. Link's blade clashed with 6's—Link pushed his sword down and kicked 6 swiftly in the face, knocking 6 backwards. He quickly hopped back up and clashed blades with Link again.

"I should've never taught you my ways," Link said.

"If you hadn't, this battle would've been over by now."

Link lunged forward again, sword clashing with knife blade, trying to adjust footing to maneuver around 6's keenly placed blocks with the knife. 6 was getting tired of blocking each jab; no progress was being made. He had to make a move. He jabbed his knife forward, just above Link's sword. He proceeded to wrap his arm around the sword, pushing it downward. He released and dived to the left of Link. The plan failed immediately; Link spun around and kick his leg straight upwards, kicking 6 square in the face, knocking him to the floor. Link grabbed his sword and pointed it at the weak body of 6. 6 looked up at him, mouth bleeding.

"Finish it."

Link sighed. "Unfortunately, my orders are to take you alive." With, that, he kicked 6 swiftly in the face once again, knocking him out cold.

Little Mac ran into the main hangar, seeing total hell break loose. Sangheili forces were equipped with strong weapons such as fuel rod cannons, and a sniper sat in the back of the room. However, this sniper wasn't Sangheili. It was something different; much different from the Covenant. Out of nowhere, Tracer appeared, shooting rapidly at the forces. She hid behind an Arwing, noticing Little Mac, who ran up to her to hide.

"Ello!" she yelled to him over the explosions and gunfire. "It's great to see you? Where… where's 6?"

"Currently in a duel with the greatest swordsman in all of Hyrule. He sent me to find you. What's happening?"

"Well, Rosalina has been evacu—"

Kabrkshh…

The ceiling beam collapsed, falling onto the Arwing they were leaning on. The beam successfully cut off the space between the Sangheili forces and the two others. Tracer looked back at the fallen beam. "Heh. Well, that's convenient. Doesn't really help us get out of here, though."

"We're trying to get out of here?"

"This place is infested with Elites now— we need out. Rosalina has already been evacuated, and we need out, too."

"What about 6?"

"We'll get him on our escape? I haven't thought that far ahead!" She jumped up and shot her twin pistols over the steel beam, killing one of the Elites. "Oh, also— there's a sniper back there. Her name is Witchmaker. I used to work with her, back in the day when I worked with the Overwatch Defense Corporation… those days have long past. Anyway, she's with the Warhawks now. And she's trying to kill us."

"They're always trying to kill us."

Tracer used her speed to shoot up into the air, fire over the beam, and then quickly fall back down before Witchmaker could make her shot. "She's still back there," Tracer said. "Really isn't making our life easy."

"I can't see over the wall, Trace—give me the scenario."

"Witchmaker is in the back still, sitting in front of a Wraith. Besides that, Elite forces are all over the rest of the hangar—top of Arwings, behind cover… yeah. They have fuel rods, plasma rifles… really isn't in our favor right now."

"Any plans?"

Tracer jumped to look over the wall again, barely avoiding a shot from Witchmaker. "Well… I have a bit of a plan. It's a horrible plan, I just shouldn't say anything—"

"What's your plan?"

"It may or may not great involve you."

"How so?"

She had a guilty sort of smile on her face. "Do… do you think I could toss you over the wall into the Elites? You can, you know, do your thing, maybe distract Witchmaker until I can move in or something… goodness this is a horrible idea—"

"You think you can toss me over the wall?"

"Well, you're only 5' 8'', it can't be that hard—"

Little Mac chuckled. "You're only 5' 4''—"

"My goodness, we don't have time for this." Tracer grabbed him, shot up into the sky, and tossed him face first over the beam like a javelin. "Go take some people out!" Tracer yelled.

From that point onward, time moved slowly for Little Mac. This was a life or death situation right here—which is why he needed to focus. He looked around at his surroundings. Elites were on either side of him, meaning either direction would require a fight of some sort. There were two to the right and three on the left. Little Mac first took heed to the lesser option. Two was better than three, except one of the Elite's had a fuel rod cannon. He could be blasted into oblivion on the spot the moment he landed, even if the landing went right. The Elites on the left only had plasma rifles—not much to go off of. Ever since the battle in the other hangar, dealing with plasma rifles hadn't been much of a problem. As a result, the option to the left was a better option. He tilted his body weight slightly to the left—

And the landing went horribly wrong.

Little Mac had missed his target, rolling over the Arwing into enemy fire. He hopped up and jumped out of the path of one of Witchmaker's speeding bullets. He jumped towards one of the Elites, grabbing their mouth, beginning to choke them. He grabbed the Elite's plasma rifle and shot it in the stomach, killing it. He turned, shooting down the other two Elites on his side. This gave Tracer the perfect opportunity to make an entrance. She sped up to an Elite, kicked them to the ground, and shot them in the face with her twin blasters. She quickly jumped up to dodge a fuel rod cannon shot while shooting another Elite to death. Little Mac took out the final Elite in the hangar, leaving only Witchmaker, who was attempting to take down Tracer. However, Tracer's ability to dodge the shots was far too great. She sprinted up to Witchmaker, who rolled back to avoid a kick to the face. She jumped onto the back of the Wraith, which open its hull door. A white, slender man with a black and brown trench coat with black cap stood in the ship, waiting for Witchmaker to come in. Witchmaker retreated into the ship.

Little Mac approached the ship. "You think you can escape! We'll take you out! You can't stop us!"

The man with the black cap took a Glock-18 out of his trench coat. He aimed at Little Mac and pulled the trigger. A bullet flew out, piercing Little Mac's leg. He screamed and fell to the ground. The man shot his other leg, immobilizing Little Mac. Little Mac screamed even more, and the man chuckled to himself. "Sure, kid, you can stop us."

"Ingo, we have to get out of here, now."

"Close the ship door, Witchmaker, we'll depart." The hull door closed, and the Wraith flew away. Tracer ran up to Little Mac.

"Little Mac! Are—what happened?"

"The man… the man in the Wraith… didn't expect him to have a gun…" Little Mac chuckled. "Trust me, I'm fine, I'm fine—"

"You are not ok. You've been shot twice in the legs… c'mon." She picked him up, carrying him in her arms. "I'm… I'm sure there is someone still in this place that can help you out!" She tried saying that with as much enthusiasm as she could, but for once in her life she couldn't seem to find any in herself. "Let's… let's go find someone! Yeah! Let's… let's go."

Luckily Little Mac had been numbed from the waist down, so he couldn't feel the removal of the bullets from his shins. He looked down to see a Mr. Handy robot slowly removing the bullets and sowing up the wounds. He cringed just by looking at it. He looked to his left to see Tracer sitting there, eyes wet with tears.

"Well, it looks like I've awaken," Little Mac stated.

Tracer gave a light chuckle to try to cheer herself up. "Well, I guess there is one positive thing about today…"

Little Mac looked around, seeing not many people around—he could see Mario, and Samus Aran, but besides those two, there weren't many other recognizable faces. He looked back at Tracer. "Hey… have you seen 6 around, by chance?"

She looked away, staring at the ground. "…no. We haven't seen him at all. Which has made me assume that either he's dead, or he's—"

"Been captured."

She nodded slowly, a tear moving down her face from her eye. "I really hope he's ok… he came back home for the first time without a scratch yesterday. It'll never happen again if I ever see him."

"Don't worry, Trace… we'll see him again. We just got to get to it and find the rest of the Psychosets."

"Well, it doesn't look like you're going anywhere any time soon," Tracer replied.

"Once these wounds heal."