The dropship banked, and I deployed on top of the same hill as before. I looked around, and noticed that the signal was quite some time away. I was about to start slogging my way there, when Ghost piped up.

"When I scanned that crashed jumpship, the dead Guardian's log indicated that he'd activated a old transmat relay not to far from our present location. However, the system doesn't appear to be working now. If I can get that working, I can summon a Sparrow and help you get there quicker. I've marked the hut where the relay is on your HUD. Good luck, Ace."

I quickly sprinted to the designated location, taking care of a few stray Dregs along the way. I noticed that although the Fallen controlled the Cosmodrome, and there seemed to be ships reinforcing their numbers from some HQ, there wasn't much activity on the ground. I asked Ghost about it, wondering why we couldn't just take the Cosmodrome through sheer force.

"If we did that, we'd probably need to invest significant resources in defending it. The cosmodrome covers a rather large area, and although there are many Guardians, your numbers are limited compared to the Fallen. There are approximately 2000 active Guardians serving at the tower. There are over 100,000 Fallen currently on Earth. We would need to severely limit our other activities elsewhere in the solar system just to control one portion of the Cosmodrome, let alone a entire continent. So, we defend the Tower and wait for our numbers to climb. However, there are only around three new guardians maximum coming to the tower each year, and we lose guardians faster than they come in. So in the long term, such a action would be both costly and possibly lethal to the surviving members of the human race. These scavengers don't pose a threat to us, so we leave them alone till we can properly deal with them. Happy?"

I thanked Ghost, and kept moving. I spotted the relay station up ahead, with a squad of Fallen surrounding it. A pair of specialised Shanks were scanning the decaying structure with red beams, and the six Dregs present were already examining some old circuit boxes. One of the three Vandals looked up and spotted me. He gave a rasping bark, and alerted the other aliens to my presence. I smiled, and pulled my Calcutta. I headshotted one of the Vandals, and managed to graze the other on the arm with a follow up shot. The six dregs scattered, firing their plasma weapons as they did. I dodged the shots that did actually come close to hitting me, and pulled a grenade out as I ran up to a rocky outcrop. Activating the grenade, I chucked it right at the feet of a group of four Dregs who were huddled behind the ramshackle relay hut. They looked down, and then glanced back at each other. Then the grenade detonated, and they went flying, one of them becoming a flaming pinwheel spinning through the air. The remaining Vandal watched the unfortunate Dreg pinwheel through the air, forgetting me for a fatal moment. I walked a pulse burst up his chest and through his head. He collapsed, wisps of grey smoke drifting up from his ruined survival suit. I then proceeded to wipe the floor with the remaining two Dregs with my knife. After the aliens were dispatched, I deployed ghost to repair the partially disassembled relay unit. He flitted too and fro, occasionally harvesting spinmetal (some silvery metal that seemed to be grown in plant-like clumps by out-of-control nanites) from nearby growths. The process of repair took all of three minutes. After than, Ghost came back and told me to summon my Sparrow. I was sort of confused as to what a Sparrow was, until Ghost showed me a holographic image.

"A Hoverbike! I get a Hoverbike?"

Ghost bleeped a affirmative, and told me to interface with his navigational display. I did so, and pressed the floating holographic icon to activate the transmat. A floating jetbike then appeared next to me. I swung a leg over, and thrusted away. I whooped in delight, and then told ghost to call up some music.

"What kind of music?" Ghost asked.

"Something…awesome." I responded.

I Can't stand it; I know you planned it;

But I'm going to set straight this Watergate;

I can't Stand rocking when I'm here;

Because your Crystal Ball ain't so Crystal Clear;

So while you sit back and wonder why

I got this fucking thorn in my side;

Oh my Good it's a miracle

I'm telling y'all it's Sabotage…

I smiled as the opening lines of Sabotage by the Beasty Boys blared out of my helmet speakers. I saw some Dregs nearby and pulled the bike into a skid, slamming into them. they went flying and fell to the ground unconscious. I noticed I was not next to the source of the signal (which was coming from some sort of ship that had run aground. The Fallen swarming all over the ship perked up, and began shooting at me.

…I'll tell you now I keep it on and on

'Cause what you see you might not get;

And we can bet you don't get souped yet;

You're scheming on a thing that's a mirage

I'm trying to tell you now it's Sabotage…

I jumped up onto the top of the ship, and began firing my pulse rifle into the Vandals clustering on top. The Dregs on the ground appeared reluctant as they poured up the mostly-intact stairwell to come fight me. I wiped the floor clean with the Vandals, and then started on the Dregs.

…I can't Stand it: I know you planned it;

But I'm going to set straight this Watergate;

I can't stand rocking when you're in this place

But I feel disgrace cause you're in my face…

As I finished off the last of the Dregs, another one of the large commanding officers came up and attempted to brain me with the butt of his Shrapnel Launcher. I ducked, and jammed my pulse rifle under his chin.

"Say hi to your friends asshole…in HELL!"

...What could it be, it's a mirage

You're scheming on at thing, that's Sabotage!

I then blew his brains out with a few quick bursts. His body slumped to the ground. Out of the folds of his cloak rolled a blue engram.

"Master Rahool can probably decode that back at the tower," said Ghost. "Now, I need to scan this signal transmitter. Give me a moment."

I nodded, and noticed my cloak had a bullet hole through it. I grimaced. Once I bought that fallen cloak to Eva Levante (the tower outfitter), she had quickly tailored it to fit me. It still smelled a bit of Fallen, but that was nothing a good dry cleaning wouldn't fix. I turned back to Ghost, just as he was finishing up with the transmitter.

"It's a old military signal. However, it's too fragmented to identify. I'm picking up a more coherent signal coming from a old building near the Skywatch. Let's go."

I jumped off the rusting hulk, and transmatted my Sparrow in. I then rocketed off towards the Skywatch. Along the way, I ran into a few more fallen than I had seen in the other areas of the cosmodrome, showing how interested they were in the area. I saw the building in the distance, and gunned the thrusters. I slid up to the base of the hill, jumping off as I did. There were a large amount of vandals, and only a few dregs present. A Captain stood on top of the hill, his back turned. I snuck up to one of the Vandals, and tapped it on the shoulder. The alien turned, and screeched. I smiled under my helmet, and stabbed it through the face with my knife. It fell, and I delivered a burst from my gun right into a Dreg's torso, throwing it backwards. I quickly and efficiently took out the aliens, right up until I came to the captain. He then got me from behind, and I died for the second time.

When I reanimated, I was back at the base of the hill. The captain was prowling nearby, and had a spring to his step. I ran to a nearby piece of rock, and shot him three times with my Calcutta. The first two shots took down his shields. The last shot killed him dead. He slumped, his head missing.

"Right. Let's scan that transmitter," said Ghost. "There's a storm coming, and we need to get back to the tower before conditions become unfavourable for flight."

I nodded, and ran into the building. The last transmitter was making a sound that sounded like singing. From my time stationed at the Cosmodrome, I recognised the language as Russian. However, the singing was off tune and very electronic. Ghost flitted about for ages, his many polygons rotating and clicking into place. Finally he turned.

"It's a Warmind. Not any old one, but the Warmind Rasputin! We thought all of his kind perished during the collapse, but he's still active. The signal is telling those who find it to go deep within the Skywatch. Apparently, the Fallen are messing with something that Rasputin doesn't want them toying with."

I nodded, and called in the ship. We ascended to orbit, and began the return to the tower. However, I didn't notice the strange figure watching our departure, her metal face twisted into a smile.

Author's note: OK. Now, I do realise I said a little while ago that there probably wouldn't be a third chapter this week, but I may be able to squeeze in the time to write one. In addition, I know that I have made a huge division from the proper story, but this is a OC character with a different path to take than the original Young Wolf. As a result, things happen slightly differently (like the Exo Stranger appearing at the end of the second story mission rather than the end of the tutorial). As well as this, I have a quick thing to ask. Please. Leave. Reviews. The only person who consistently reviews is the awesome KnightsKing, who has done a great job leaving reviews. I haven't seen many others besides them leave a review, and I need feedback. I know that some of my readers probably don't maintain accounts on Fanfiction. But really, you can leave a review that I will fairly moderate. Just review at the bottom of the page. So, here's my ultimatum. If I don't get sufficient reviews, there won't be a third chapter published this week. If you publish enough reviews, I will strive to write and publish that third weekly instalment. See you Saturday/next week!

Copyright Note: Sabotage! by the Beasty Boys is the Property of GR2 Records; Copyright 1993. The lyrics to the song are used under the Fair Use act 2007. All rights and Lyrics belong to the Beasty Boys and associated business partners.