Ok boys and girls, I am going to be upfront and brutally honest with all of you. I ran out of motivation while writing this chapter. It felt like a chore. And for all of that, I apologize. I have been thinking about The Huntress and the Spartan and wanting to get back to that one. If it was not that, then it was playing games. It's not that I want to abandon this story, I just lost motivation. And I need to admit that when I started this story, I started without an end goal in mind. That is something I heard of from somewhere. Start with your end goal in mind.
And because of that, this chapter is going to be shorter than the others. I honestly can't think of anything more to write without going on random tangents. I know you all expect more from me but I honestly can't think of anything more for this chapter. That and I can't be bothered to rewatch season 7? Of RWBY again. I don't know why, but RWBY, to me, has lost most of its charm. So again I am sorry and I hope to come back with a better chapter to offer and hopefully better motivated.
Core of the galaxy
Covenant CSO class supercarrier, Far Thunder.
Fleetmaster Valin Verdaunee looked over his flagship's sensors. They have been in the core of the galaxy for a little over thirty years. They have been out exploring the galaxy for the empire for thirty years. His once proud fleet of twenty warships and ten support ships were now cut roughly in half except for the support ships. They remained at peak functionality thanks to the sacrifices of some of the warships. He made that decision after lots of thinking and planning and talking to said shipmasters. Some were cannibalized to keep the tenders and Agricultural ships in peak condition, while others were used for repairing their brothers. The crews of the ships that were scrapped, were put on other ships, or at least as much as possible.
And from the scraps of hull, deck, and engines to make oddball ships that had no weapons and only minimal shielding. They were portable crew quarters that would latch onto the bigger ships for slipspace jumps or long travel.
The only ship that was unmanned was a single vessel that was latched onto the massive vessel. It wasn't Forerunner, but it was dated to be around that time frame. It was old. Valin was unsure of the race that was seen in the logs. They were bipedal, fur on the top of their head, two eyes, nose, and mouth, but they had markings on their faces.
They had sleek and close-fitting armor and weapons that were just as similar yet different from the Forerunners.
A rival to the Forerunners? Subspecies? A new species made by the Forerunners perhaps? He didn't know, but the Sanchyum in the Ministry of Discovery would be interested in the vessel, armor, and weapons.
But all the glory for the fleet of Faithful Justice would be for not if they could not find a way out of the galactic core. The space had that hot orange look one would expect to see when in the proximity of the core. Their exact location would be the inner of the outer edge, where the stars were compacted and gasses were growing hotter.
Thirty years. Thirty years they have been sailing through space. Thirty years of searching for artifacts and a way out. He was sure that the Prophets of Restrain, Tolerance, and Obligation had activated the Beacon that he carried and came to the conclusion that sending another ship to rescue his fleet would not be worth the effort. Meaning he would need to get his fleet out on his own. And he made sure that whatever ship was carrying the unknown vessel was out, which just so happened to be his due to the size and engine power.
He told his subordinate that if they discovered a route out of this accursed place, then to take it, with or without his permission. Just go. Every ship was given that order. But so far, none have been able to make the jump.
Valin sat on his throne doing what he could to keep his warriors focused and on task. He looked over his bridge crew, tapping at controls and monitoring systems. All waiting for the right time to jump.
" FLEETMASTER!" came the voice of his helmsman.
" What?!" He asked, head snapping over to him.
" I think we may have a window! T minus sixty ticks!" he shouted.
Without thinking, he hit the comms switch to his fleet.
" ALL SHIPS, PREPARE FOR SLIPSPACE TRANSITION! SCRAPPERS, FIND A SHIP AND LATCH ON!" he shouted as his helmsman punched in commands.
Finally, they can go home.
" Transition in 5...4…"
Finally, Home.
" 3...2...1...TRANSITION!"
And with that, their drive cut a hole in space-time and went through with his fleet doing the same.
" What are our coordinates for reversion to real space?"
" Unknown. I just saw an opening in progress and punched it when the opportune time came." came the reply.
Valin nodded.
" Good. Very good."
The bridge was alight with cheers and, while some may see it as shameful, tears of both relief and joy were seen forming in their eyes. He would reprimand them for such an action, but let them show a slim face of dishonor. After all, he as well sunk into relief.
Turning to an assistant, he spoke, " When we get home, we are going to feast. After all we went through, we deserve it."
Unknown to those on the bridge of the Far Thunder, the slip-space drive on the unknown vessel reacted to the drives spinning up. And when the fleet made the jump, they jumped into another unknown system that to them was completely different, but to us, familiar.
/
Shots zipped over her head as ducked. Her shields were down and were taking their sweet time recharging. She checked her ammo and after a lightning-fast reload of her rifle, she was ready for another bout. She popped up over her cover and saw and let loose with a salvo of lead, just to get a face full of plasma. She dove to the other end of her cover and around the corner before she kicked her active camo in and waited.
The deep purple glow from the sword gave away the position of her opponent as well as who. It was Thora. Well of course it was him. He was the only other person with access to an energy sword in this building with her being the other. She quietly slid her knife out of its sheath and waited for him to walk around the corner. And when he did, she sprung, slamming her mass into his shields to take them down, and placed the tip on his neck.
" Yield." she bit out.
" You first." he shot back.
She narrowed her eyes before looking down to see the sword in a position that would cut right through her.
" Blast. Another draw?" she let out as they both removed their respected blades.
" It appears so." Thora agreed as he stepped back with a chuckle.
The relationship between the Spartan and the Sanghilie was tense. He would say or motion something, and she would pull her knife. It took the Summer part of her mindset and personality to keep her in check. Trust is a hard thing to come by. It takes time to build but can be destroyed in a matter of seconds. Kind of like a credit score. But with Summer and the team's aid, she eased upon him.
Over the course of the month, she and Thora took time to help with getting the team's skills up to snuff as well with schooling and training. Taking the time to spar with other students and each other. And the Elite was both a good teacher and learner. Going out of his way to interact with the Spartan. To learn combat from a new perspective. Using different, Human, weapons and wanting to just put any hostilities behind him.
Noble? She was still wary of him. And who could blame her? When she woke up and went to Spartan training, she was told time and time again that the Covenant were bad and not to be trusted due to previous attempts. During their spars, he had multiple times that he could kill her or the students that she was entrusted to protect.
He took to teaching the students how to wield his technology and weapons, much to Rubys, Jaunes, and Nora's excitement. He took Jaune under his wing, so to speak, in swordsmanship. Both with a plasma blade and steel. Blake asked questions about his culture and things about meditation and philosophy. He was earning their trust bit by bit. And let's not forget about him with the Spartan mom.
Outside the arena and even during their spars, he took the time to walk her through proper sword technique in his people's way, and other ways to take a Sangheili out. Dangerous for him? Yes. Would it be needed? Probably not, but you never know.
And so far, he was becoming a good ambassador for his people. That is if they can get off of Remnant and back to UNSC/UEG space. And if ONI would let him live and talk and try to make peace before trying to assassinate him.
She would need to warn him of the attempts that will be made on his life if and when they get that far.
They slung or holstered their respected weapons and made for the door to a separate training area where the youngsters were having a sparring match of their own. They stood on the other side of a one-way window and watched, making comments on those that improved, and those that could use a little more work.
All were in their newer outfits and working their upgrades to get more of a feel for them and working on how to incorporate them into their strategy.
Thora gave a chest rumble in amusement as the spar went on to an ultimate conclusion.
He turned his head and asked if she and her construct were available.
" Why? Going to ask her out on a date?" Shadow asked with a smirk.
Thora looked at him unblinkingly.
Shadow pinched the bridge of his nose and simply said that he was playing around.
" Depending, why?" Shadow said.
" I am going to make a new combat harness and would like to add a more, human touch to it." he said, " Something to help symbolize my leaving of the Covenant and of our faction joining yours."
Shadow nodded with a look of being in deep thought.
" Yea. I can divert some run time to this most definitely. I can be in three places at once. Was going to pull Jaune, Ruby, Nora, and possibly Yang in to chill and watch some undercover Anime. But yes I will be there. Anything specific you are looking for? Or just come up with a few and give you the details later."
Thora gave it a thought.
" If it is all the same to you, I would like the honor of something that is from your history."
" I will see what I can do."
/
Gepetto was tinkering away as Spartan and Alien entered his office. Shadow was already in and was pulling up images that he was working on. It was for an all-new combat harness for Thora, and he wanted a bit of a more, human touch.
" Ahhh, there are our intrepid heroes." Shadow said as he stood from his holographic chair.
Thora nodded his head in greeting as he walked up to the table.
" Construct ShadowHawk." he greeted in return.
" Let's get started shall we?" Shadow said clapping his hands as images of human warriors in ancient armor snapped to life over the table.
" So these are obviously NOT Sangheili. These are some of Earth's ancient warriors. Ones that will help you in making a new armor set and for the most part have a sense of honor to them."
Thora looked at the small handful of warriors that Shadow brought up. Some in plate armor, others in bronze with scarlet red capes, others in minimal armor but had fur pelts, some in just leather armor and looking even older than the others, with the last having wood and being straight.
He pointed to three that he wanted more information about. Shadow shrunk the ones that were not selected.
" We got the Knights, Vikings, and Samurai. All three of these factions have been romanticized by the masses. But thanks to your super-friendly AI, I can get some more clear information. The Knights are from England in the middle ages, and with the Code of Chivalry to guide them, they served their Lords with faith in their hearts." he started.
" What is this " Code" you referred to?" he asked.
" Chivalry. It is something that survived even to this day, even if there are people who want to kill it and piss on the corpse because they view it as outdated and misogynistic. Something civilians live by. Or at least men do. And it is not just being nice to the ladies. But under no circumstances do they slander or lie, have courage and bravery and courtesy. Never lay down their arm and not fight among one another and to lay down their life for their country."
Thora looked at the 'Knight'. Heavy plate armor with chainmail underneath. A sword was stabbed into the ground and held in gauntleted hands.
" The next are from Norway," he said as the beefed man with animal skins and tattoos stood with an ax and had a long beard, " The Vikings. Considered to be brutes among the three. Brute or savages. But they have a unique outlook. They believe, outside of their core tenets, that to die in battle is the only way to enter the gates of Vahala. Dying in their sleep or in a peaceful fashion is wrong. Has to be a battle. Their tenets are courage, truth, honor, fidelity, discipline, and hospitality. They need the courage to live. Accept the truth of their humanity. Honor and fidelity and the Discipline as to when and how they all should be used."
Interesting. The last one was Samaria. The look of their armor made him think of the fall of Thel Chavamee. And his executioner. Before Shadow could continue, he held a hand up.
" No offense construct, but I would rather not pull from this one. Reminds me too much of a fanatic in history."
Shadow paused. " You want to learn what makes them tick at least?"
He could give him that at least. He nodded and Shadow continued talking about what was called the Bushido code. Loyalty, honor and courage, and death before dishonor. So much like them, the Sangheili.
" And while I know you did not ask, I figured why not. We got soldiers from ancient Greece. More specifically, those of Ancient Sparta...the Ancient Spartans." he said, making a few eyebrows raise.
" Ancient. And yes, the Spartans of the modern-day are named kind of in their honor. No soldier is greater than the other and dishonor can be found in suicidal charges, uncontrolled anger, and misbehavior, you know. The works."
Almost like the Samurai and his people.
" Another way is to drop their shield. Their shield is an important part of Spartan culture. Mothers would tell their sons to return either carrying it or on it. You see, Spartans used the Phalanx formation. Using their shields as a wall and make the enemy come to them and impale themselves on their spears or swords."
Thora nodded in appreciation.
Now came time to make a new harness. And for him to make that break from the Covenant all the more of a reality.
Over the next few hours, he looked at varying styles of armor to take inspiration from. What he came up with was what looked to be wings on the helmet that housed some of the antennas and receiver for his comms and other electronics.
The chest had a human skull surrounded by wings with his arm bracers being wings. Shoulders were the same thing with the legs having either a skull or a wing. The wings came from different faiths that have Angles. But mostly from the Valkyries of Norse mythology and those seen in the Christain faith.
He looked to the demon and her AI construct as well as the old professor.
" I thank you all for this. And for you Spartan, I have a gift," he said as he withdrew a handle. It was bare of Covenant markings and was instead replaced by the flaming heart and rose of her children as well as the UNSC eagle. He activated the blade with a hiss of cobras and a silvery-white blade sprang to life.
" Only the most adept blademasters were chosen to wield the Ultra's holy fire." he said, " From what I have seen and heard, you not only have earned the title of blade master but the right to use the Ultra holy flame."
He closed down the sword and offered it to her.
" I know my sins are many. But I consider you among those that I trust. We shall find glory together."
/
The mission was simple. Clear the depleted mine so the Colosseum can rest and get what it needs for its new job. To act as Remnant's first-ever satellite and bring comms back online.
The group of kids were ready. And both Noble and James agreed. The techs were sent to the coliseum, making sure it was ready to move when they called for it. In the meantime, they had a mine shaft to clear out.
The teams were split into three to form a pincer and to cover more ground with a couple of Ace Opps members joining each group. JNPR would take a tunnel with RWBY taking another. Qrow, Clover, Noble, and Thora would take the third tunnel and make their way to the center.
The mission went off without a hitch...mostly.
Sure there were those sub-cavern Grimm that were annoying but for the most part, it went well. And with the coliseum was flown in. Within it was a table.
" This has been a long time coming. You seven have braved numerous hardships to get here." James started, " It is ironic that we are where this all began."
" I was torn apart here." Penny commented quietly but loud enough that she could be heard.
" But you have made it. You all deserve a full ceremony but this will have to do." James continued as he held up a tablet and pressed a button.
RWBY and JNPRs faces appeared on a screen with said people taking their new scrolls out to see that they were full-fledged Huntsmen and Huntresses.
" And that is it." James said in a tone that said he had no idea what he was supposed to do now. Summer looked at her HUD and saw that her license was reinstated.
Penny used her swords to cut cake and handed them out with the small group chowing down and mingling. For her, she sat on a bleacher with her helmet beside her.
She saw Yang throw an arm around Blake for a selfie, Qrow, Clover, and James were talking about what happens next, JNPR were doing what they could to keep Nora from devouring all the sweets and going into a sugar coma.
Thora was the only one missing. He was sitting on the front bleacher with a reflective look. Likely wondering about what was going on back home. She knew that when she first came here, and even not to a point, she thought about home. Thanks to Thora's debriefing she knew that a superweapon was destroyed, an armada destroyed, and possibly an alliance between humanity and a splinter group of Covenant.
She could only imagine what he was thinking about. Being on the run from the Empire he was a part of. Leaving some of his friends and comrades to get slaughtered.
" You should be down there mingling and having a good time Nat." came a familiar voice.
Seeing and sensing no one near her, she looked to her right and saw the ghostly visage of Summer sitting there.
Nat just looked back to the crowd.
" I know you feel out of your element but you should enjoy the moment. You and I both know you don't get these often."
She sat and waited to see if she was going to say anything else.
" You are going to stay here aren't you?"
Nat was going to give her a look when Qrow sat down on her left.
" You shouldn't be alone. Makes you look stuck up and antisocial." he said handing over a piece of cake.
Nat let out "hmp" and went back watching over everyone, like a guardian angel.
She let out a breath and took the cake. The least she could do is to take the cake and eat it. It wasn't bad. A bit sweet but alright. She could see Summer let out a sigh and look back out to the crowd.
/
Robin Hill watched as Amity Colosseum dropped into the mine shaft. She needed to see what Ironwood was doing. What was he using Amity for? And what was he taking from Mantel and its citizens? And more importantly, how can she steal it from and give it back to the people?
Fiona shifted next to her.
" We won't be able to get in there. Too many guards. May would not beagle to get us through."
Robin let out a huff.
" Where there's a will, there's a way. We just need to find it."
" Robin, there is a triple layer of guards and possibly even Penny in there. I do not think we would last long."
She did have a point. If he had Penny with him, she would probably hurt them. She was Atlas property after all.
" Soooo, what should we do then? We need to get those supplies for the people that they" She pointed to the sky where Atlas floated above them, " stole from us."
" It could be a military project. Only food going in would be for the workers. Otherwise just material." May said as she lay prone next to her.
" What makes you think that?"
" Aside from the absurd amount of guards? Not much. But we did see Ace Opps moving in as well as a few other teams of Hunters, and what looked to be a Knight on steroids. So you tell me?" May shot back.
Robin let out a sigh. " Ok fine. Recon only. Until then, let's get back to Mantel proper and do what we can."
She got a chorus of agreement as they scooted back and stood.
" Alright let's head back and plan a way of seeing what is inside of the trucks."
/
In the deepest of deepest of space, way out on the fringes of Covenant space was a star system. A system that was unmapped and made to be forgotten. Only a few kig-yar used the system for piracy or trade among clans. None of them knew what lurked in the system. Floating among the asteroids were pieces of a world. A 'shattered' world. A shattered world that was in desperate need of repair. Within these 13 ( or was it more? I don't have a physical copy of Broken Circle.) was a civilization. A civilization of people that had war and fighting in their blood. A civilization that has been out of contact and isolated since the Covenant first formed.
The Usan colony, The Refuge, needed a huragok to repair systems and the Monitor. Hell if the monitor were to awaken, it would easily put an end to the Blood sick, especially those that have gone mad.
Or at least that is what EtanTaman thought and hoped for. He and the woman he was smitten with, Tela Recam, a female with spirit. She had the perfect body for laying eggs, a spirit that was fiery yet loving, but most of all, she had the heart of a warrior wife. She could wield a blade just as well as if she was making dinner.
Speaking of, she was with him in the echo level of the habitat. Rumor had it, every so often, a black-furred beast would show up prowling around and overall making a mess of things. None have been brought up to be skinned and cleaned. They seem to dissolve from the point of death. Which makes the beasts seem more of a rumor rather than a fact.
Etan looked out into the vastness of Echo-Level. Both he and Tela sat for a mid-day picnic.
They conversed about everything. Speculating about what the upcoming war that they knew was coming. The factions of Greftus were becoming more aggressive. Blood sick Sanghilie that were insane. Rumor had it that Kidon Baltol's mate became sick and instead of going mad, took her own life.
" Such a waste. We should be uniting and possibly fixing a ship and sending it out. Not fighting amongst ourselves." Etan said.
" It is. But we need to get our Keep in order before we do any exploration. Plus we need to find or make materials." Tela reptile, " Each ship has been cannibalized for parts in one way or another. So we need to repair them."
" Then we need to train pilots. Then we need to calculate the years of galactic drift. Not sure about you, but that seems like a lot of math. And we have been here for what? Five, fifty thousand years?" Etan inquired.
She hummed in agreement and stood.
" We won't do much just sitting around. And Kidon Baltol did put a curfew in effect. So let's do another circuit of the local area and head back." Tela said.
Nodding, Etan stood and readjusted the burn blade on his back and a 'fully' charged plasma pistol on his hip with Tela doing the same.
They walked for an hour without seeing anything. They made their way back and passed through a couple of crags of rock. The feeling of cobwebs and tingling was felt over their bodies and was suddenly in a new area. The once lush surroundings were now cold stone walls with the comfortable temp dropping to a freezing temperature. Both shuddered at the sudden change in temp.
" What just happened?" Etan asked.
Tela gave the Sangheili version of a shrug. The snow was bright and it took a few moments for their eyes to adjust. When they did, they saw a town or a city spread out amongst the snowscape. But the eye-catcher was the floating city in the sky.
" By the gods, how…" Tela gasped as she gave a shudder from the cold.
" I don't know. How did we get here and how did they get that thing flying?" Etan replied.
He wasn't wearing much under his thin overshirt, but he did remove it and slip it onto his hopeful mate's shoulders.
" We should try to make our way back home. Falling that we should make to the town and find a place to warm up."
" And hope that they are peaceful. What if they are not Sangheili? We could be in a ' First Contact' scenario." Tela inquired.
Etan clicked his mandibles in agreement before he turned and walked the way they came. Whatever it was that brought them here, it was gone.
He turned to his mate.
" First Contact it is." he said as he turned and walked out.
/
Robin and her merry band of Hunters were walking along on their way back home. Chatting and cracking jokes the whole way, when two strangers appeared. They were tall and had long necks. Alien in every sense of the word. They weren't Grimm, but they were not Human or Faunas. Both had a sword on their backs and some sort of pistol in their hips.
" Uhhh, hello?" Robin asked the two. Both parties had their weapons stowed so there were no misunderstandings.
Both had their hands open and held out to their sides to show that they were empty.
Robin cleared her through and stepped forward.
" I am going to assume you don't understand me." she said more or less to just say something.
The two looked at one another before the male stepped forward and spoke in a foreign language. Both gave a look and a sigh. Robin then looked to her little team before she slowly and deliberately pointed to the pair, then to herself. A clear ' Follow me' gesture. They seemed to understand it as they both nodded and followed.
" What are we going to do with them?" She asked.
" I don't know, but we are not equipped to handle this. Also, this is something that the General should know about. May even get us some brownie points with him." May said as she came up to her side.
" Sure, let's hand them over so he can torture them or turn them against us." she replied.
" Robin. Ironwood doesn't have a vendetta against you. You need to get that out of your head. I know you like to play yourself off as a Robin Hood figure, but do you ever think that you are taking this a bit too far? Seeing everyone up in Atlas as some sooty snot-nosed brat that sleeps on piles and piles of cash with a thumb in their mouths?" May shot back.
Robin gave her a look.
" Not everyone up there are like the Schnees. I am sure there are good honest hard-working people. As well as the military. Atlas develops some of the most cutting-edge technology on the planet. If we steal from the wrong shipment, what Grimm stomping machine or barrier or whatever could we delay?"
" And how many people could we inadvertently harm?" she said, finishing the thought.
" Exactly. We have no idea what they are or how to speak with them…"
" And Atlas does?" she interrupted.
As the group of humans and faunas argued amongst themselves, Etan looked to Tela.
" They are probably wondering what to do with us." he uttered to her.
She gave him a look.
" And what gives you that idea?" she chided.
He shrugged. " Just trying to lighten the mood and fill the silence." he said back.
/
Salam sat on her throne. The hound was laying down behind her with Hazel on her right hand and Watts on her left. In Front of her was one being. A Faunus male. One dressed in black.
" Adam Taurus," she started as she folded her right leg over her left and relaxed, " You served me in the past through Cinder. You even asked Hazel to accompany you to Sienna Kahn's throne room to take full control of the White Fang. And while the Fang has been broken, we can rebuild it, in your image." she said to the kneeling man.
One could see his smile at the thought.
" But keep this in mind. I don't mind that you have your own goals and ambitions. But if you place them above my own, you forfeit those ambitions and will be nothing more than a pawn to be sacrificed." she told him.
" I understand." he said.
" Do you know?" she asked, uncrossing her legs and standing.
" I can see your thoughts. I know what you want. For the human race to be enslaved by the Faunas. And you are hoping to see those in this room in that pool." she said as she walked up to him.
" Let me make one thing absolutely clear. The humans in this room will be among my court. You can be part of that court and still have enslaved humans. But those that I say to leave alone, you will."
He was silent for a few moments before he accepted her terms. She turned back to her throne but paused.
" Before I forget, don't get any ideas of trying to kill me. Many have tried. All have failed. Hazel here can attest to that. And to prove it and make a point, strike me down." she ordered.
He raised his head to look at her.
" You heard me right." she said, signaling her subordinates to stand down. The hound included.
Snorting, he grabbed his hilt, drew his blade, and slammed it to its hilt into her chest in a single blindingly fast move.
She looked into his eyes with a broad expression.
" They always go for the chest. What is it about my chest that draws attackers' eyes?" she asked more of herself.
Adam withdrew his blade and stepped back with a shocked and horrified expression.
" You saw what I can do. Do not get on my bad side and do what I tell you, and you will be rewarded." she said.
/
And that is done. Again I lost motivation while writing this. Do not get me wrong, I enjoy writing. I am weak at writing and grammar and such, but I do enjoy writing for you guys. I find it fun as well as exercising in a field that I am weak in. You only gain strength in weak areas by working it. That is what you do in lifting weights. And I do hope to come back later with something way better than what I gave.
So be before I go, I should at least point out some of the head scratchers for those that may not be into the expanded universe, and for those that are invested in the EU, may recognise the Refuge from the book Broken Circle, and if you read the book Oblivion, you may remember the the name being thrown out. The Lost Fleet or Lost Beacon. One of the two. The name of the actual fleet was never named same with the ships name, so Fanfiction author is going to Fanfiction and make the lost fleet named as well as ships.
So again, I apologies. But lets get going on what all has been going on.
I really dont have much to be honest. Halo Infinate is not even a month away and some of us have been invited to the Tech Previews.
Again I just cant write right now. My head is not wanting to co-operate. So I am going to do the reviews and call it a night. I am sorry for the smaller chapter, but we all get stuck in ruts. This is one of those for me right now.
REVIEWS!
MutedArdor
ummmm... new reader here wondering what happened to chapter 6? left reeling from the jump in situation…
That was on me. Something I did not catch when uploading chapters. I think I got that fixed now. You did not miss anything, just me being a meatbag human.
Guest
Hey not much of a review since I suck but just wondering, where is Chapter 6?
That was on me. Something I did not catch when uploading chapters. I think I got that fixed now. You did not miss anything, just me being a meatbag human.
Guest
You don't understand... I TURN INTO A BIRD, RUBY!
WHAT SHALL WE DO WITH THE DRUNKEN SAILOR, EAR-LIE IN THE MOOOOOORNING!
Ahhh, Sea shanties. Gota love them. I really need to bring back easter eggs into this story. Pop culture refreances and music...alike.
So with that I shall leave you all. I do hope to get my motivation back next time around so with that,
Fly Fast, Check, Six, and I will see all you mighty fine and understanding people on the virtual battlefield.