Chapter 4: Crash of The MCS James MacAllan
It all started making sense now, the shattered moon, the IMC shelters, the terrain, and the weather. I'm on planet Typhon. And right now I'm watching Operation Broadsword take place, right in front of my very eyes, err cameras. And from what I'm seeing, it's not playing out very well, lifeboats were dropping left and right, and each lifeboat shot off somewhere about in the jungle, but many landed just a little off in the distance gathering in one spot.
Some went off course and exploded in the mountains, while others were unlucky enough to crash into the rivers below. The cannons then suddenly stopped their assault, and I then soon figured out why. A titanic ball of flame plummeted through the clouds, crashing down into the jungle floor, it lay dormant, for a moment. It suddenly exploded with a deafening boom.
The carrier ship they sought to destroy was downed and wrecked. pieces of the ship were sprawled out everywhere. Fragments and plates of the ship lodged in every little nook and cranny they could get to. One had even flown off in my direction before crashing into a tree beside me, knocking it down. The tree snapped and creaked as it fell, nearly toppling on top of me, I was quick enough to move out of the way before it came crashing down on me.
The shouts of soldiers echoed off into the jungle, and the sounds of gunfire rang out alongside it. Their screams and cries indicated their death toll, rising as each cry of pain echoed out. All of them acting as lambs to the slaughter.
Now, I would say it'd be a perilous journey through burnt meadows and harsh terrain, searching for a hidden landmark somewhere off in the middle of a treacherous jungle. But that just wouldn't be true at all. The ship glowed like a great beacon, the many fires that had ignited on its exterior illuminating basically the entire thing, I mean you'd have to be blind to not see it. And I didn't even have to worry about the canyons at all. Not when I could hover over them with the press of a button. I slotted my sword over my back like a sheath, it was held still just like the pistol did, shutting off all power to it to not accidentally sear my chassis.
Anyways, enough inner monologuing. Time to kick some IMC ass!
I fired up my thrusters and hovered in place, before shooting off toward the sound of shouting and gunfire. I flew over the jagged spires, as they yearned to tear me to shreds, but as I grew closer and closer to the rendezvous point, the hotter my thrusters became. With each passing moment, my thrusters overheated more and more, and the hexagonal metal beneath my plating started glowing a fiery orange, the longer my thrusters were active.
Suddenly IMC gunships started flying by, bombing the battlefield, some had caught wind of me and started trying to blow me out of the sky. I wasn't gonna take that any day, so as they passed by, I shot them down with my missiles, these missiles weren't your standard issue big and heavy missile, instead, it was a massive shoulder-mounted missile battery, filled with hundreds of wasp-sized missiles, each with their own little tracking system, it was like a dream come true.
As ships tried their luck, they each got shot down by my little speeding tracking missiles I'd dubbed 'wasp missiles'. Each one chased the gunships down before blowing them up, sending whatever remained of their ship plummeting into the canyons below.
I gazed down at my thruster life, and it was basically completely drained, with naught but the tiniest sliver of life left in them. But a small glimmer of hope appeared in the form of a small cliff, connected to the crash site, I set my thrusters to full power, and they sent me flying for a good second before completely shutting me down, launching me toward the cliff like a speeding bullet.
I crashed onto the cliff's surface, tumbling and sliding into the forest that surrounded it. I was sent crashing through multiple trees before I was sent plummeting straight into the heat of battle. Right in the middle of the rendezvous point. I groaned and picked myself up, I immediately recognized the area, the broken lifeboats, the dead bodies, and the air of dread, yep, this was most certainly the crash site. The area was filled with Riflemen, each dashing for cover as they spotted me. "HOSTILE ENEMY TITAN, RUN!" "FOCUS ALL FIRE ON THAT TITAN" "I DIDN'T SIGN UP FOR THIS!". The riflemen fired their weapons at me, bullets pattering harmlessly against my hull, whilst others fled or cowered away "Oi! I'm on your side!" I yelled, raising my arms non-threateningly.
They immediately dropped their weapons down and quickly saluted me "APOLOGIES PILOT". I brushed it off and rushed to the enemy lines, there were large groups of Specters scattered about, they fired upon the swathes of confused riflemen, but upon noticing me in all my metallic glory, they focuses all their efforts on trying to bring me down.
Their bullets ricocheted off my hull harmlessly, even as they fired upon my weak spots. Guess element is just that tough I guess. I flicked on the portal symbol, curious as to what it'd do, my arm shot forward, before firing up a vortex shield. Guess I didn't have to have a panic attack over this.
They fired mindlessly, each bullet catching in the magnetic field of the vortex, the shield donned a darker and redder color as its life slowly died out. And the Specters just kept on firing without a care in the world. Eventually, the shield died, sending a spread of lead straight at the large group of Specters, tearing them to shreds, the group of 10 to 15 Specters was gone within a blink of an eye.
The Riflemen jumped out from their cover and rushed forward, without anything pinning them down anymore. I followed suit, easily outpacing them till I ran into the next group of Specters, I just trampled them, leaving the heavily wounded for the Riflemen. I continued throughout the battlefield. Gunshots rang and explosions roared. The sight of dead bodies everywhere plagued my vision, it's a lot worse when you're experiencing it firsthand, much much worse...
The gunships kept flying in from everywhere, swooping in, bombing me, then disappearing into the clouds. They didn't stop raining down shells, sending people flying, no matter how many I blew up they just kept coming. And sooner or later I was the only thing left alive in this wasteland, the bodies of Militia Riflemen scattered about, charred, or torn to pieces. And even worse, I knew that the Apex Predators would show up sooner or later, I don't want to take on those guys any time soon, I mean I could maybe take one of them on, but currently, I'm not well equipped to take on the entire mercenary group. I don't even know how to fight!
But, I am going to have to find BT and Cooper sooner or later, I'm not getting off this planet otherwise. Well not if you count banding with the IMC that is. And judging from how the IMC treats its soldiers? I don't really wanna think about it...
If I do happen upon BT or Cooper I'll have to wait for the big bad guys to get the hell out of there before I actually do something, I'm not that confident in my capabilities as of now.
I slowly trudged on through the bloodstained battlefield, sword at the ready and missiles on hold. The passageways grew quite tight, leaving little space to move. But yet the battlefield stayed silent, not the snap of guns or the roars of raining shells. The only thing that accompanied me was the crackle of raging flames and the whir of my servos and motors as I trudged onward.
But as I rounded the corner I'd spotted the man himself, well titan himself. Slouched against a wall, was BT-7274. Seems like I was lucky enough to not stumble upon Kuben and his gang, yet. I knew for a fact that if I followed these guys I'll eventually have to fight them off, one by one. But knowing Jack, I'm sure we could work something out. Alright Elijah, if he asks you anything, lie, he won't believe anything else.
I walked out into the clearing, and upon seeing no hostiles nearby I walked over to a little rocky outcrop and settled atop it. Shutting off most of my non-essential systems to focus on repairs, just to pass the time till Cooper woke up. My vision blurred and my hearing entirely shut off. My HUD glitched away, and the glow from my armor died down, stopping the transportation of power to my muscles and shutting off my ability to move
But as my body shut down, I felt my wounds slowly stitch together and my hull thickened, filling in all the chunks that'd been torn free. Slowly, the time passed by as the dark clouds made their way across the sky. I waited and waited, yet still, Cooper lay unconscious beneath the foliage, and BT, statics against the wall. There was but only a little left to repair on my chassis, as the wounds in my muscle had already sealed, leaving only some small chunks to replace in my hull.
The metal fizzled with a cyan hue, slowly adding to my plating. Small streaks of smoke rose from my body as my plating seared together, filling in the small dips in my armor. I waited and waited, there wasn't much to do after all. No more Specters to demolish, and no one to talk to. As Jack still lay, without the slightest hint of stirring awake, BT still lay there slouched over, his eye almost entirely closed.
But eventually, as I watched the blurred outlines of fire dance off in the distance, something finally happened, the battlefield was bathed in the warm glow of sunlight as the clouds parted, revealing the sun to us once more. By then my body had entirely healed, not even the slightest imperfections, and I felt like a new man, even though I was no longer human. I reactivated all my non-essential systems, clearing up my vision, bringing my hearing back to me, and the utilities I'd once lost returning.
As my 'veins' lit up, they brought a slight ache to my body, as I regained the ability to move, making a small grabbing motion with my hand. I jumped down from the outcrop, and the moment I did, two lizard wolf things walked into the clearing, where Cooper lay asleep. They wandered about, gnawing away on the deceased, reaping the benefits of this battle for themselves.
Welp, I know what's happening next, best if I help. One of the things walked up to Cooper, checking to see if he was truly dead, and that's when Cooper stirred awake. Slowly his eyes opened, to the sight of the beast straight up in his face. He shouted in surprise and the thing dragged him out from beneath the bushes, out into the open.
I walked around the corner from the cover of the rocky outcrops and fired off a single missile toward the beast that tried its luck at Jack. The armor-piercing round pierced its skull, before blowing its head to smithereens, in a cloud of red mist. BT raised his weapon and fired upon the other, under the control of Captain Lastimosa, making it flee for its life.
BT slowly pushed himself off the ground, and only walked a few steps before collapsing to his knees. His cockpit hissed as it let out the compressed air from within, before opening. Dropping Captain Tai Lastimosa from his cockpit. He lay there coughing and hacking staring up into BT's cockpit aimlessly.
Jack pushed himself off the ground, grabbing his weapon, before making his way over to the Captain, in hopes to assist him somehow. He kneeled down at Lastimosa's side, as he struggled to breathe in his helm. He reached for a button on the side of his helmet, and upon pressing it, the helm's visor slid off showing Lastimosa's tired face.
"Bt...transfer authorization to new pilot...". "Link Brav-... Bravo-Tango Seven Two Seven Four" He gasped out. He reached out and grabbed onto Cooper's shoulder pulling him closer.
"Cooper, take my Titan" He ordered "Use my Helmet and my Jump kit" He barked sternly "This is the real thing" He pulled Cooper even closer as he told him that. "Take care of him..." His grip loosened on Jack's shoulder and he slowly fell back, eyes rolling back before closing shut. He died, right then and there, letting loose his final breath. Cooper kneeled down over his body, eyes closed shut, paying his respects to the fallen captain.
I'll just wait, I guess, It'd be best to not to interrupt this. After a short moment, Cooper got to his feet, staring down at the captain still. But eventually, his eyes parted from Lastimosa's corpse, he turned away from the body, and he just so happened to face me.
"What the hell!" He backed away from me, falling to the ground while doing so. He grabbed his rifle and fired at me, like usual, the bullets bounced off harmlessly, is this the reaction I'm gonna get from everyone?
"Calm down Pilot, I'm on your side," I said, walking up to him and reaching a hand down for him.
He looked hesitant, but he grabbed hold of one of my fingers and stabilized himself, "Thanks... But did you just call me pilot?" Cooper asked. Shit, shit, Elijah think of something!
"Captain Lastimosa designated you as acting pilot of Vanguard-class titan, BT-7274, it is appropriate to call you that" I replied, trying to keep my voice as monotone as possible.
"You're right..." He looked back at Lastimosa's corpse, "You mind helping me out here?", he said gesturing to Lastimosa.
"Affirmative" I replied. I reached down, gently grabbing Lastimosa and bringing him to the center of the clearing, I laid him down so Cooper could retrieve Lastimosa's gear. Cooper walked up to his corpse, paying his respects once more, before detaching the Jump kit from his back, and the helmet from his head. He attached the jump kit to his waist but laid the helmet to Lastimosa's side.
He wandered about the clearing, gathering rocks in his arms, before bringing them back to Lastimosa's corpse. He dumped them on the ground, before piling them around, and onto Lastimosa's dead body. He was making a grave for him. He repeated this, over and over, searching the area for loose stones he could use to build the captain's grave. He brought over the last stone to the grave, kneeling down and placing it down onto the pile. He turned his attention to the helm that was laid beside it.
He gently picked the helmet from the ground and he stared down at the grayed visor. He turned to look at the blue emblazing on its side, I was a little too high up to actually see what it was, and I still had to play 'auto-titan' for now, but I do remember the engraving to be a dragon, maybe? He then flipped it round, and placed it over his head, the polymer helmet clunked down over his head, the visor lit up and he stood there, looking about.
I couldn't see what he was seeing, but it was most certainly the initialization process taking place. I stared down at him as the helmet connected to all his extra equipment, authorizing him the use the helm and jump kit. He was snapped out of his trance as BT spoke up.
"Power low, Insufficient power". Cooper walked up to the titan and looked at the battery slots on his side. Turns out two batteries were missing from their cases, leaving BT scraping by on the smallest scraps of electricity, but I'd already known that, after all, I'd played the campaign before.
He turned to me, the piercing blue glow of his visor, peering into mine. "Alright, err, whatever your name is, I'm gonna have to go on my own for now, the path isn't suited for you" Cooper explained.
"Affirmative, standing by" I replied.
"Also, where's your pilot?" Jack asked
"Protocol three in violation: Pilot's status 'deceased' " I replied, pulling random shit from my ass, hoping it'd convince Cooper.
"Sorry to hear about that... Well, it never hurts to have extra company, you can stick along" Jack replied.
"Affirmative, Protocol 2 in progress: 'Stick along'" I replied, monotonously.
He nodded, and turned around, running off into the distance, A beast jumped out from hiding, trying to rip Jack to shreds, but I had his back, just as it appeared I shot a missile off towards it, blowing it up, coating Cooper in blood. He smeared the blood from his visor turning back to face me, flipping me a thumbs up, before parkouring through the canyons till he was out of site. I mentally fist-bumped, Woohoo! Now that's what I'm talking about! Who's just got a free run along with BT and Cooper? This guy!
Now all that's left to do is hope Jack doesn't get slaughtered by the swathes of IMC soldiers and Specters, should be easy enough. I walked over to the cliff ledge and sat down, letting my muscles just relax. It's not like they needed to, I guess it's just a reflex. I don't wanna stand around and do nothing after all, I'm a robot with a human mind, not a robot with a robot mind. I get bored too!
I gazed upon the terrain, it was actually quite nice now that it wasn't all dark and gloomy. It was rather lush, with tropical plants sprouting from the cliff walls and rivers flowing throughout the canyons. Not to mention the weather could be very nice when it wanted to be. It was sunny out, with only but a few clouds floating about through the sky.
I heard the ringing of gunfire in the distance, guess Cooper's found himself in his first shootout. It only lasted a few seconds, ending with a string of booms, guess he just found the fragmentation grenades. As I waited, a somewhat large surveillance drone flew by, it blared out some goys voice, nagging about the IMC or whatever, saying things like "Militia intruders, this is General Marder of the Interstellar Manufacturi-" blah blah blah "To any Militia forces we will find you-" blah blah blah "This is an IMC controlled plane-" Yeah yeah, once you hear this guy for the first time, you've basically heard everything he has left to say.
I raised my pistol and fired a bolt at the drone as it hovered stationary in place, spewing stuff that I didn't bother listening to, shutting it up permanently. It blew up, sending small fragments of drone about through the canyons. Like a firework. I waited a little longer till Cooper returned to get BT up and running again.
But then I heard three voices in the distance, and they didn't sound like Cooper. I swiveled my head and pushed myself to my feet. Looking toward the voices, and there were three IMC grunts, each chatting amongst the other. But as they spotted me, staring right at them they raised their weapons, straight toward me, just like usual.
They then shot at me, once again, just like they always had, the bullets ricocheted off harmlessly. One even bounced off straight into one of the guy's shoulders "Alright, I'm giving you 5 seconds to get out of here before I turn you into a thick red paste." I hissed, dropping the monotone voice.
Their eyes grew wide and they scrambled away, the one who'd been hit being helped by the others. I'm not killing a human being, even if they work for the IMC, they're only trying to make a living. But the Apex Predators? Yeah, maybe I could kill them.
Just as the grunts stumbled away, Cooper arrived. The moment he'd spotted them he fired his R-201 straight into each one of them, killing them on the spot. My stomach dropped as I watched them cry out in agony, but I still had to keep my unfazed façade, I don't want to cause any more problems for me. And this is just something I'll have to get used to, I am currently in the middle of a war after all.
"Power low, insufficient power"
Cooper rushed over to BT slotting in the battery he'd retrieved, allowing BT to stop repeating himself over and over again.
"Power systems at two-thirds. Data core re-initialized. Ocular system- Online" His head swiveled about looking straight at Cooper. "Adjusting focus. Are you alright pilot?"
"Yeah... who are you?" Cooper replied
"I am BT-7274. A Vanguard-class Titan or the Militia SRS. Marauder Corps. You may call me BT"
"BT... Got it" Cooper replied
"My systems are rebooting, but a third battery will accelerate the proce- Pilot, I am detecting an unknown titan nearby. I advise cover"
"Calm down BT. It's on our side" Cooper said
"Noted" He turned to look at me "Assistance is of great need" He turned to look at Cooper again, "Until I am mobile, I will assist you through your helmet radio when possible"
"I will assist you also" I added. Now I just had to actually figure out how to connect to a signal, not like I've ever been a machine before, I have literally no past experience with it. But I somehow managed to connect, just automatically like a laptop connecting to the Wi-Fi. Huh, that was easier than I thought.
With that, Cooper ran off, down a different path this time, I guessed he was heading for the head of the Carrier ship this time, but I doubt he wouldn't be. I would've assisted him if possible, but the terrain was a little bit shit, for me at least. There was little space in the slightest for me to move, all I'm saying is that you could only traverse this place if you were a pilot with a jump kit.
Now, again, I have to hope Cooper doesn't get the shit kicked out of him a second time. I leaned against the wall BT was once slouched on, waiting for Cooper to return so I could get a move on. But as I waited, a booming voice echoed out once more, and it was just who I'd suspected it to be. General Barker himself, over the drones of course.
"To all Militia personnel- The IMC will grant safe passage back to Angel City Penitentiary to all who surrender. It would be wise to turn yourselves into any IMC search team immediately"
"Pilot. I advise not turning yourself over to the IMC. Voice pattern analysis indicates they are lying"
"Don't worry BT. I'm not going anywhere." Cooper replied
"Understood, but I do recommend you move, IMC salvage teams are not far away"
'I'm moving! I'm moving!"
I waited, along with BT, as we listened in on Cooper's comms, the sounds of gunshots and the shouting of dying riflemen echoing through the radio.
"Pilot, my mapping systems have been restored. The ambush of the 9th Militia fleet has landed us far off course from our original destination" "Be careful we cannot stay here long"
"You think we can survive through this?" Cooper asked
"Affirmative, as long as we act accordingly we should make it through" "We have no other options. We will have to improvise and adapt if we wish to survive"
"How long did you serve your Pilots?"
"It has been 6 days since the neural link was lost" "Captain Lastimosa linked with me 973 days ago"
"..."
Good thing he didn't answer that, I'm running out of bullshit. General Marder's voice echoed out through his comms once more, saying "We know there are Militia surviv-" Before being followed by the sounds of an R-201 firing. Serves him right.
Soon Cooper was in his next gunfight, the sounds of frags exploding and the ringing of gunshots echoing out through his radio. I heard the shouts of grunts, before their sudden ends as Cooper fired upon each one of them.
Eventually, the shootout was over, with one reigning victor, that being the man himself, Pilot Jack Cooper. Eventually, he entered the MCS James MacAllan, as I heard Sarah's voice over the comms. Spewing on about saving the frontier.
"Is there anyone alive on this ship?" Jack asked
"No. Scans do not detect any life signs within the MCS James MacAllan, but 90% of the lifeboats had been ejected. There is still hope"
He sighed and continued on throughout the MCS James MacAllan, his footsteps feeding through his radio, straight back to us. I heard a new voice over the comms, yet it was one I'd recognized, it wasn't one I was happy to hear though. "Slone to Salvage Team Gamma. There's a Vanguard-class titan near the wreckage of the Macallan. Chassis number Bravo-Tango Seven-Two-Seven-Four. Bring it in for me eh? It's a real trophy, that one is. Over" Then straight back to Barker spouting about whatever he talks about.
"Pilot, our location has been compromised."
Just then, a group of Specters came rushing in. But they weren't much of an issue at all, I raised my pistol and shot a single bolt at the group, sending the Specters flying in every direction, killing them almost instantly. Drones started flying overhead, yet instead of spewing on about the greater good or some bullshit like that they just stared down at BT and I before clearing out.
Just then, Cooper came rushing into the clearing from the wreckage of the James MacAllan, titan battery mounted on his back.
"Those drones are IMC scouts" "Enemy reinforcements will be on their way. We must complete the neural link immediately. Please install the final battery"
Cooper rushed to BT's side, taking the battery from his back and peering down at it. Before shoving it in the one empty slot left in the battery compartment. Just as the battery was installed, BT glowed beneath his chassis with a green glow. Before standing up straight, and grabbing his X016 Chaingun off the ground.
"Pilot, we must establish a neural link in order to proceed" He kneeled down, letting his arm down like a ramp. "Please embark when ready"
Cooper walked up to BT, and BT let his cockpit open, his torso splitting in two to reveal the interior of his chassis. Cooper jumped up, grabbing hold of the sides of the open hatch frame, looking about the cockpit, unsure if he was ready or not.
He took in a deep breath before muttering "Alright...". He turned around and jumped in, sitting in the seat available to him, BT's cockpit hatch closed up making Cooper disappear behind BT's smooth frame.
"Protocol 1: Link to pilot" "Establishing neural link" I remembered in the POV of Cooper it looked way cooler, but from my perspective, BT kind of just stood there, looking off into the distance. It was a little awkward on my end.
"Neural Link: Established... Rifleman Jack Cooper- you are now confirmed as Acting Pilot of BT-7274" "Protocol 2: Uphold the mission. Our orders are to resume Special Operation 217. Rendezvous with Major Anderson of the SRS"
But as BT, informed Cooper of our mission, I'd spotted something from the corner of my eye. Swathes of IMC Grunts had lined up on an archway and had opened fire upon BT and I.
"I am detecting incoming enemy forces. Protocol 3: Protect The Pilot"
I knew what I had to do, yet I didn't want to do it. But it was still going to happen either way, whether it be from me, or BT. It was us, or them. I let my Wasp Missiles lock onto them, before each tiny bullet missile pierced into their vital organs, before exploding, sending chunks flying, I wanted to throw up, even though I couldn't. Behind all this armor and metal was the soul of a normal person, a very normal person who'd never even laid a finger on another human being. This was just gut-wrenching for me to watch. At least it was a quick death...
More and more grunts kept on flowing in, Cooper took the wheel this time, activating BT's vortex shield and redirecting their own projectiles back at them. While I let the bullets patter weakly against my chassis. As the grunts had been dispatched, they sent in drones next. Well, this is something I can work with!
I raised my pistol and fired upon them, the swathes of drones disappearing in mere seconds in the blue explosions caused by the bolts of pure element. There were a few left that was lucky enough to not be in the blast radius of my pistol bolts, but they were quickly dispatched by BT's Acolyte Pod.
More and more Riflemen came swarming in, along with some more drones. BT took care of the Riflemen, simply because I didn't have the guts to, and I happily took care of the drones, making sure to keep my cameras away from the bloody messes that the soldiers became as Cooper turned them to mush with the vortex shield and Acolyte Pod.
"Neural link complete. Primary Weapon Control and Motor link reestablished"
Well, I'm glad that's over. That was until I heard the roar of something breaking the atmosphere, great, just great...
"Warning, Incoming Enemy Titanfall" "Keep your weapons at the ready"
"You sure about this?" Cooper asked
"Affirmative, I will keep you safe"
Just then, beyond the arch, something crashed into the ground. BT and I rushed over to meet the Titan, just before it'd recovered from its landing.
It was ready for us though. Firing upon us with a quad rocket launcher. It had a NorthStar chassis, yet it carried a rocket launcher, ah yes, I remember this type of titan. It's a God-forsaken Brute Titan. Man, I hated those things in the campaign, they absolutely fucking sucked. Well, time to get my revenge for all my ruined runs...
I dashed up to it, and before it could react. I pulled the sword free from my back and impaled it like a shish kebab. Causing the core to go supercritical, making the titan self-destruct. Just like that, the titan was gone. I can vividly remember getting my ass whooped by this guy in Titanfall. Guess this body was just stronger than I remembered.
"Wow, just... wow. Good thing you're on our side huh?" Cooper remarked, his voice echoing out with a metallic ring as it passed through BT's speakers
"Yes, you are very lucky to have me accompany you on your journey". Yeah, it's definitely something more like, Yes, I am very lucky to accompany you on your journey. Because I know that I most definitely wouldn't be able to get to any sort of civilization if it weren't for these two.
"Pilot, our only chance of survival is to uphold the mission of rendezvousing with major Anderson, until then. It is only us three"
BT then trudged forward, waving me to follow him, as we entered deeper into the woods...
Hello, this is not BT speaking. Hooray to me! I finally finished the chapter! Seems like Elijah's having some trouble with this world's view on killing, especially since he's expected to do so, without as much as a whim. What's gonna happen next?
This is only the first version of the chapter, please, if you notice something doesn't line up or if something isn't described well, please tell me, and I'll make sure to fix it for you. Also, feedback in general can really help progress the story along, if you have any, please tell me. Anyways, hope you enjoyed it! And I'll see you all in two days.
