Holy crap everyone it has been forever since I updated this story. So sorry about that, but the drive just wasn't there. I'll try and keep the next update within a week or so. And please review, even if you are a guest, it's always appreciated!-LongLoreLover
Big Daddy and Drake were dropped on the floor, where they groaned. In front of them, was Buindundilo. "Why are you here?" Big Daddy stood and brushed some of the dust off of his suit, it was after all, a really expensive suit. Drake meanwhile stayed on the ground, body curling up as residual aftershocks coursed through him.
"Mr. Buindundilo! It truly is an honor to meet one of the biggest crime lords in Africa. Cranium from Dragon Den sends his regards, as well as Crislin Dunnovoocha." At that name, Buindundilo bursted in laughter. "You fools! Crislin Dunnovocha is the one who told me you'd come." Big Daddy was thoroughly shocked, his heart stopped beating for but a milisecond, but he wasn't going to let his opponent know that, he'd register this information later. For now, he just needed to get Drake and himself out of here.
"Well that is...interesting. Perhaps you'll tell me more from the prison cell you'll be at while awaiting trial." Buindundilo laughed again. "My friends, you will not live any longer than a few more minutes from now."
Big Daddy looked at Drake, and saw him rising. His eyes had a fire in them BD knew well, the fire revenge was associated with. Anatricla came into the room just then with Arswatt, who waved Ghost and Reaper in BD and Drake's faces. Big Daddy decided to go on the offensive. "Arswatt, give us back our lightsabers please."
"Why, so you jerks won't use them? You fools should use these as the ultimate weapon, you could rule anything with these, although the battery pack on yours Big Daddy is quite cumbersome. Big Daddy quickly glanced at Drake, who stopped breathing. BD noticed the pause in breath, and shoving his fingers against his gauntlet, his arm-shield deployed. He rolled forward while Drake tossed him one of his pistols, and Big Daddy started firing at Buindundilo while Drake shot his hand forward, and sent the Crime-Lord flailing backward. The war-lord slid across the floor but a few moments, but rolled to the side while Anatricla returned fire at Drake, causing in him to retreat behind a statue of a tree. Big Daddy fired three rounds, yet they were intercepted by other guards, who feel wordlessly. Buindundilo, realizing the closeness of his death, fled out a side-door, several soldiers, and Anatricla following him. Drake took off after him, outstretching his hand by instinct towards Arswatt while several men around him were shoved back in the walls by Big Daddy. Ghost flew out of the Arswatt's hand and zoomed through one guard's chest before fitting smoothly into his hand, and turning off as Drake took off through the door. Arswatt looked at his hand in confusion and then grunted as Big Daddy shot him.
"Asshole!" he roared, and then fell back as Buindundilo's guards unleashed the fury of their automatics against Big Daddy's arm shield. He fired through a mini-slit in his shield, and fell back to a doorway, crouching extremely low to keep his feet from being blown off. His pistol's chamber clicked empty, and Big Daddy used his left hand to reload a magazine from his suit. He thought of a calling for the others' help when he noticed a several warnings shown on his watch, where twelve hands were pointed at three different signs, each meaning trouble had arisen. The hands were on R, AN, and G.
Reckoning, Ambush by Nova, and Ghost. Reckoning meant that DragonDen's base had been destroyed, Ambush by Nova meant as it stated, and Big Daddy hoped his friends would hold off until he and Drake arrived. And Ghost meant only one thing, although Big Daddy found it as a shock.
Ghost meant that Stephen had returned. But BD's watch only worked based on a major fiber optic database, which spoke of events as other people saw them.
And who better for Stephen to reappear in front of other than his brother? A bullet tore through BD's shield, cutting his cheek as it blazed by. Big Daddy hissed as he inhaled, and hoped that Drake would be able to handle such an unexpected reunion. He fired the last rounds of his clip, and watch his opposition scatter, except for Arswatt, who growled, and then turned Ravage on. The lightsaber flickered, and Arswatt sneered, holding the blade as if it was a club, high above his head, so he could bonk someone in the head. BD remembered something James lectured him, and said, "You dumby, you really think that such a thin beam is going to cut me, I'm all muscle!" It was true, Ravage's beam was no wider than a copper wire, and was a measly ten melkrypes.
Arswatt quickly looked at the battery pack, and switched the nozzle to 1000 melkrypes. The green bladewithdrew, and then shot out into a torment five feet out, the graviton field actively been seen trying to hold the energy inside its field and not escape. Arswatt grunted, and then started to scream as his hair flew towards the blade, and actually pieces of skin started to stretch. Big Daddy grimaced as Arswatt's hand started towards the battery pack, and his head was then torn off his body, and flew towards Ravage before being bursting into ashes with contact. The body held the lightsaber for but another second, before it fell on the igneous rock floor. Ravage fell to the ground, blade hissing slightly while the blade's tip withdrew, and then extended.. Big Daddy disengaged his shield from the slot that held it on his arm, and immediately went for the battery pack. His hand singed as it touched the pack, sending his nerves into agony, but he fought through the pain and turned the nozzle off, hoping it would quit. Ravage's torment roared green for but a few more seconds and it abated back into what seemed to be the fathomless pit of the lightsaber. Big Daddy sighed, and then pulled his hand from the lightsaber, only it didn't let him go. He tried to disengage himself again, but his hand would not let go of the battery pack. Then, the stench of burned flesh hit him, like a wave of garbage. BD gasped, and watched as his left hand started to black, as if burning from the inside out, and it fell off.
The shock was so astounding that Dwayne didn't even fully register it. Nor did he feel as his veins and cells in his arm cried out, and his muscle started to degenerate. His eyes stared ahead, opened to their fullest extent, his arm was soon no more thick than a branch. He could see his veins flowing blue blood throughout their passage, until his skin hit a tone of green that he could not see through. He looked at the alien body part for button a second more, before he collapsed, his body sounding hollowly throughout the empty room.
Drake had taken off after Buindundilo but a few minutes prior. His lightsaber snapped to his hand with an unknown passion, but he didn't pursue a reason. It was his anyways! Ghost's disgust at being held by Arswatt made Drake fill with fury, so much he actually stopped, torn between his pursuit of the drug-lord, and the man who touched his own permanent part of life. The part that should never had left him. "No. Big Daddy can handle that dumbass. We have to stop Buindundilo."he rationalized, and started forward again when he suddenly was looking...from everywhere. He was everything, and everything was him, showing the contours of everything. His breathing stopped as he took in air from even the air itself, elating himself into a state of supremacy. He viewed his body, still as a statue, lightsaber in hand, cloak seemingly frozen in time. And at the end of the hall, about to turn the corner, was Buindundilo, frozen in mid-stride, several men behind him, while Anatricla was turned, mouth opened and eyes on fire. They held automatics, and seemed less than thrilled they were running with a target, but they would most certainly face death if they fled, and Buindundilo lived. Drake was confused, Buindundilo was out of his view by the time he got here. So why was he here now? And not moving?
Drake suddenly was seeing through his own eyes again, he felt a living feel to his body again, unlike the walls where he appeared to be stiff and frozen..."Wait! That's it!" Drake closed his eyes, giving into the tingling fingers of the objects around him, and was suddenly stiff again, but like a wall, he was seeing through its eyes. Where everything was frozen in time, or moving so slowly it seemed frozen. And if you a wall is the same throughout,.. you can see as the whole wall. Taking in a breath, he was suddenly seeing from the corner where Buindundilo was. The man didn't appear to notice him, just be in mid-talk about something. And along the length of the next wall, Buindundilo's making every action as he ran had Drake feeling he was looking a 3-D storyboard with immaculate detail. Buindundilo raises leg, Buindundilo steps down with heel-first. Drake watched his forms, and the forms of his cohorts round the corner. But something else caught his attention. One of the men stayed behind for a short time, arming a claymore explosive. Returning to his own body, and smiled. He took off, rounding the corner and then diving far over the explosive, which triggered regardless due to his proximity. The explosive was strong, but Drake was already at the end of the eighty-foot long corridor, Ghost now on. With a feral yell, he charged into the room.
Alamo swore as a Nova crashed through the wall behind him, fully aware of the Shadow's Door Assault tactic. He turned around, and watched as the soldier, clad in his red armor suit, looked around to show his large black eye-visors, and beak that contained numerous sensors, but also gave a whole to realm of pain and danger in head-butting. Alamo turned on his energy shield just as the Nova raised his hand repulsor, and fired an energy pulse. Alamo's force field shorted out as he was sent through the wall. With such a huge chunk of dried sand gone, the whole tan wall collapsed into a cloud of dust as Alamo rolled. His back was sore, but he could not be caught in the open with a Nova, not if he wished to live another day. He raised his shotgun and fired without mercy, but the slugs ricocheted off without leaving so much a fiscal dent. The Nova stared at him, and Alamo went with his back-up plan.
"Wait!" he shouted, raising his hands up and dropping his shotgun into the dust. The Nova made no motion of attacking him, it just stared. Alamo took it as a sign to continue. "Why are you attacking us?" The Nova shrugged. "I don't know. Our boss just said that Dunnovoocha has gone crooked. And we know that you are his men, and that you set that trap for us at NorthWay..." Alamo nostrils flashed. "What the hell are you talking about?! We were ambushed at NorthWay, and that place was totalled when we got there."
"Impossible. We were most impossibly there the twenty-first of November." The Nova replied, causing Alamo sat down on a large chunk of rock, holding his head in his scarred hands. The whole thing made nonsense. Why would Alcatri think Dunnovoocha had gone rogue, and even send his Nova's after the Shadows? They had an agreement to never engage each other, for It was known that while the Shadows weren't technologically superior to the Nova's, they far outnumbered them in soldier quantity. The Shadows would take an initial beating, but in no time they would overwhelm the Novas, especially in open-terrain. And sure enough, the Novas were already retreating, with the sound of their tanks now gone. The Nova in front of Alamo looked up, slits narrowing.
"We've been betrayed." he said, and Alamo looked at him. "What makes you say that?" The premise made sense to him, however it would be a hard thing for Alamo to take in. The Nova didn't respond, just continue looking up. The air seemed to suddenly drop a few degrees as Alamo looked up, and saw a red dot in the sky. To anyone else in the area it could've been anything, a balloon or kite. But to the Shadows and Novas, it was Alcatri's satellite cannon, aimed directly at them. The surrounding sky flashed red, and the Nova bowed his head as a boom louder than the crashing of an ocean erupted, causing the atmosphere to shimmer in fright. Alamo clenched his ears, and collapsed, looking up just in time to see a red beam the size the sun in the sky bear down on them.