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The Unity/ Chapter 21
The Unity
Chapter 21
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Location: Requiem
Human Time: 2:00 pm/ 1400 hours
Writer: The Examiner
    He had found this artificial world so small, The Justice Enforcer. The Pursuer left the comfort of his Impervious Mettle to “breathe” while it waited elsewhere to fulfill a secondary purpose. Malachi had come to this fake planet to follow someone. Some time earlier, a lowly Forerunner Promethean named Shadow-of-a-Sundered-Star(Ur Didact) attempted to attack Earth by composing all Humans into AI slaves as his soldiers. His plot of revenge ended as a humiliating failure.
    He was defeated by the Master Chief, and was thrown into a slipspace portal in his own ship. Assuming the portal killed the Didact, the Spartan set off a warhead in the Forerunner ship. The ship was destroyed at the cost of the Chief’s AI companion, Cortana. This presented the Didact both a good and bad situation.
    The slipspace portal hadn’t killed him, an
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Literature
The Unity/ Chapter 20
Listen to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeESf9aCZHQ while reading
Location: Classified
Time: Classified
Subject: The Dwarka Facility Attack
Auto-assemble commencing…….
Submitting_smuggled_messaged now:
Asset 486:
We have confirmation that The Programmer's under-cover facility has been attacked.
Command:
Do you have any confirmation on who conducted the attack?
Asset 486:
We have theorized that The Crimson Cowl was responsible.
Command:
You mean to tell me that you are not sure?
Asset 486:
The Facility was completely obliterated. It is difficult to find a verdict if the scene of the crime was destroyed.  
Command:
Is there potentially anything that could possibly lead you in the correct direction?  
Asset 486:
We have found excess amounts of gamma radiation in the area. We predict that the Cowl used some kind of nuclear technology to destroy the facility from Dwarka’s orbit. But we cannot find an impact crater.
Command:
The attack was conducted by The Crims
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The Unity/Chapter 19
Listen to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1iAj3x0HTO8 while reading
Location: Frojila
Human Time: 0926 hours/ 9:26 am
Writer: The Examiner
Alex felt that taking in the Mobian in to The Programmer took sooner than he had thought it was going to take. He expected more of a challenge after hearing such a reputation from him. Then again, he was beaten several times with a cattle prod when he was found by the Human soldiers that were punishing him for being associated with Robotnik some time earlier. The Slasher just took the Mobian spy that once answered to Marshall, and the hispanic farmers that happened to be present as a bonus.
Alex took a casual brisk walk down the empty street of the quiet planetoid as a hover lift carried the people he captured. After fully cleaning the Human blood off his machete with a serrated flat edge, he figured that he would brutally kill any Chupacabras that would be unlucky enough to cross the cyborg’s path to pass the time. After all, he wasn’t
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Literature
The Unity/ Chapter 18
The Unity
Chapter 18
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Location: Dwarka
Human Time: 1750 hours/ 5:50 pm
Writer: The Examiner
Saving Michael Vey’s family known as the Electroclan with the help of the Ion brothers and the Crimson Cowl was one of the many things that will be sealed into my mind for the rest of my life. What happened then is what began my journey to discover who I was. Throughout my life on Nar Shaddaa, I never discovered what I was. Records of parents I may have had didn’t exist, and most of what I know now was self taught. One very important thing that I have learned was that whatever my kind was learned how to be incredibly adaptive.
If anyone of my kind fully becomes comfortable with a certain race or culture, they will change the structure of their DNA, and become something else entirely. The list can go on. Humans, Sangheili, Twi'leks, Vortigaunts, and others. Even if I discovered what my kind were any sooner, any living members would have became something
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Literature
The Unity/ Chapter 17
Listen to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=czxA_f04A88 and https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfyUqhFvN3M while listening
Location: The Unknown Regions
Human Time: 1545 hours/ 3:45 pm
Writer: The Examiner
   Jason, Addison, Chin, R3, Pan, TZ, and Themba rushed the Star Fox team to their ship, while Zola and Jumper stayed on the Great Fox capital ship to keep the pursuing fleet occupied as long as possible. After firing the main canons, many of the enemy fleet’s ships were destroyed rather quickly. Both Jumper and Zola were very impressed by this. Especially since the Great Fox was about the size of a heavy cruiser.
Despite their best efforts to get the Marauders and the Star Fox team as far away from their current location, Imperial 1 class Star Destroyers came out of hyperspace. All of them focused their fire on the Great Fox, seemingly unaware of the escaping bounty hunters and their former prey. As the ship once used by the Star Fox team went out in a blaze while giving
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Literature
The Unity/ Chapter 16
Listen to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQ3twpy12kA while reading
Location: Perspicacious Panacea
Human Time: 2315 hours/ 11:15 pm
Writer: The Examiner
   Wandering the halls of the dark and unsettling and empty station in unoccupied space wasn’t as much of a problem for Tyro, knowing that both Chaos and Warp have been for the most part purged from the universe not much long after the Horus Heresy. This situation forced the Imperium of Man, and the Tau Empire to bigrudgidly join the Travelers in their quest to reach the furthest corners of the cosmos. Since both empire’s no longer had many other means of forms of transportation comparable to lightspeed. This fusion of empires was exactly what the Travelers needed to form a solid force to defend themselves from massive threats when exploring the Milky Way galaxy and beyond.
Both the Emperor of Man, and the Ethereals have been very useful in that regard. Now they have joined the United Space Alliance. Threats such
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Literature
The Unity/ Chapter 15
Listen tohttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GlQ3GC_Ddmk&index=74&list=PL-Qa3JOhMY5fgNM4kKrzyoVLImYLR_2kx while reading
Location: The Sacrosanct
Human Time: 1730 hours/ 5:30 pm
Writer: The Examiner
Forming a sizable army has proven to be difficult over the past few months. Perfidious knew that he would need far more than relics from the Clone Wars to kill Sidious. Even if he was still alive. Though the Empire is severely separated, threatening all of it head on would be a colossal mistake. Blackmailing the remaining Grand Admirals of the order might also be a mistake. With the Emperor and second Death Star gone, and Vader joining the New Republic, there would be no way to know how much control Knell would have over the now Imperial Remnant. Now that some of the Rebellion’s founders have left in fear of the Republic becoming a dictatorship, they may fall under the Rioter’s influence as well. But now that the Kaleesh warrior has scooped up everything that Knell left behind by try
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The Unity/ Chapter 14
Location: Unknown Space
Human Time: Unknown
Writer: The Examiner
Information submission is nearly complete.
Please wait several moments.
WARNING! Incoming message from Ace Thresher!
Sending message now.
Ace Thresher: Hello again!
. . . .
I have the smuggled document that you’ve asked for. The codes required to unlock the document seemed to be pretty secure. It looks like someone didn’t want this one to be read.
. . . .
Then again, all of these documents are becoming harder to find.
. . . .
You really think that higher-ups in The Unity are actively trying to shut people out?
. . . .
Why? What would they gain from doing this? The multiverse has been relatively peaceful for a long while.
. . . .
I’m just sayin. Maybe we shouldn’t disrupt the peace.
. . . .
No! That’s not what I’m saying at all! It’s just that… there’s gotta be a good reason as to why they’re not letting everyone see them.
. . . .
No. You’re right. If we
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Literature
The Unity/ Race Synopsis part 2
Merrow
Brief description:                                                                        Homeworld: Fulcrum
•1.9 meter height
•Covered in scales
•Experienced swimmers
•80+ year lifespan
•Commonly found as hunters
Metarex
Brief description:                                                                  Homeworld: Green Gate
•3 meter height
•Formerly Seedrians
•Cybernetic appearance
•100+ year lifespan
•Commonly found as invaders
Mgalekgolo
Brief description:                                  
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The Unity/ Race Synopsis Part 1
ABHUMANS
Brief description:                                                               Homeworld: Earth/Terra
•Varied heights
•Similar to Humans
•Altered appearances
•80+ year lifespan
•Commonly found as settlers
ABYSSIANS
Brief Description:                                                                         Homeworld: Byss
•2 meter height
•Hunched appearance
•Fast regeneration to prevent blood loss
•300+ year lifespan
•Commonly found in tribes
ADARIANS
Brief Description:                                  
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Literature
The Unity/Chapter 13
Chapter 13
Listen to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NeESf9aCZHQ while reading
Location: Classified
Time: Classified
Subject: Current Events
Auto-assemble commencing…….
Submitting_smuggled_messaged now:
Command:
Whatever it is that you summoned me here for, it better be important. I’m very busy.
Asset 82:
I’m greatly sorry for the inconvenience. I have news you’ll find very interesting.
Command:
And what exactly may that be?
Asset 82:
Someone beat us to them.
Command:
What are you talking about?
Asset 82:
When we went to extract the data from Christopher Vennettilli’s neural implant, all of the data was already gone by the time we found them.
Command:
Was it The Programmer?
Asset 82:
No. The Programmer never behaves like this. We believe that someone else is involved. A third party.
Command:
Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse. Do you know who or what this third party is?”
Asset 82:
Not in the slightest. Whoever this is managed
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The Unity/Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Location: Fulcrum
Human Time: 6:25pm/ 1825 hours
Writer: The Examiner
   The invasion of Fulcrum was an event that will never be forgotten by any of its citizens. At a time, they had once thought that because of the champions that had spawned there, nothing could stand in their way. They just didn’t count on other worldly forces to intervene in a constant cycle. Fulcrum is one of the strangest and most diverse worlds that I have ever laid eyes upon. As the planet developed, so to did its knowledge on technology. Space travel was attempted on several occasions, but the inhabitants haven’t really explored beyond their own solar system. This was the day where they had decided to start.
   Kingdom City was hit the hardest. The largest kingdoms on the planet were aware of each other's existence for some time. But after being fed up with constant failed invasions of their territory plotted by their enemies, they had finally agreed to join together u
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The Unity/Chapter 11
Location: Human occupied space
Human Time: 2:45pm/ 1445 hours
Writer: The Examiner
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   What I remember about the events on Requiem was….how sudden everything was. Many operatives in corrupt organizations tried their best to hide the Forerunner information that existed there, but they didn’t remain secrets for long. I remember entering my ship on the Forward Unto Dawn when we were under attack by Jual Mdma and his forces. The Master Chief told me that he would find a means of escape elsewhere. When the Dawn was pulled in by the planet’s gravity, I flew through the debris field, and managed to successfully evade the Covenant ships. Not only was my rented starfighter something that the fleet didn’t recognize, it also was faster than
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The Unity/ Chapter 10
Location: The Eclipse
Human Time: 7:00pm/ 1900 hours
Writer: The Examiner
   After the massive Imperial Super Star Destroyer “disappeared” from the Kuat drive shipyards that the New Republic were currently tearing down, the Eclipse took a shortcut through the Hydian Way, and tried to reach the end of the Corellian Trade Spire (Ryloth) as fast as the engines would allow. After passing through seven thousand lightyears of the empty void, the engines and hyperdrive disabled. When the hyperdrive disabled, the Eclipse spun out of control, exiting the hyperspace lane, and laid dormant in the depths of  wild space. The Raging Nova wasn’t too far behind.
The YT-1250 freighter labeled as the Raging Nova was  quite the ship. The ship touched nearly every corner of the galaxy. Munilist to Mustafar. Teth to Byss. Utapau to Kashyyyk. Bothawui to Yavin. Tatooine to Bespin. The Nova has practically been through hell and back. It’s very visually noticeable o
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The Unity/ Chapter 9
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Sending smuggled message now
Please wait………  
Greetings, sir Grey. As you may know, many of the things that we are used to facing today are rapidly becoming less of threats as time passes on. I'm sure you have also noticed. The Orkoids, the Necrons, the Tyranids, The Craftworld Eldar, the forces of Chaos, Etcetera. I would like to believe that this is the cause of Tyro’s Knights of Honor, and the legions of Space Marines defending our alliance’s galaxy, but the Arrival of the Pursuer that calls himself the “Justice Enforcer” along with other recent events have made it abundantly clear that that is clearly not the case. But I didn’t write this letter to tell you things that you already knew. This is my report on the rifts.
   Knowing that I am highly intrigued by rifts in the space time continuum, you assigned me to investigate new rifts
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The Unity/ Chapter 8
Location: Thule
Human Time: 1700 hours/ 5:00 pm
Writer: The Examiner
   Months have passed since Perfidious forced the Black Sun syndicate to join the allied Confederacy. The Imperial shuttle exited hyperspace in the presence of the shadow world of Thule. As the ship entered it’s atmosphere, purple bolts of lightning surrounded the ship as it cut through dense dark clouds to the main Rioter base. When the shuttle made a successful landing on the main landing pad, Perfidious walked out with his suit’s clawed feet clanking against the floor. Two Magnaguards accompanied him. “Knell is expecting you on the top floor.” says one of them said as they walk to the main elevator.
   By the time Perfidious and the Magnaguards reached the top, they walked into The Butcher’s throne room. The foundation of Knell. The Kalee warrior in silver armor looked around the lowly lit room. He saw fresh Rioter heads concealed in containers. Like trophies. This
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The Unity
Chapter 21
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Location: Requiem
Human Time: 2:00 pm/ 1400 hours
Writer: The Examiner

    He had found this artificial world so small, The Justice Enforcer. The Pursuer left the comfort of his Impervious Mettle to “breathe” while it waited elsewhere to fulfill a secondary purpose. Malachi had come to this fake planet to follow someone. Some time earlier, a lowly Forerunner Promethean named Shadow-of-a-Sundered-Star(Ur Didact) attempted to attack Earth by composing all Humans into AI slaves as his soldiers. His plot of revenge ended as a humiliating failure.
    He was defeated by the Master Chief, and was thrown into a slipspace portal in his own ship. Assuming the portal killed the Didact, the Spartan set off a warhead in the Forerunner ship. The ship was destroyed at the cost of the Chief’s AI companion, Cortana. This presented the Didact both a good and bad situation.
    The slipspace portal hadn’t killed him, and gave him the chance to find the other Composers that laid dormant. But after the Enforcer sensed the Didact’s presence, the ship’s portal was manipulated to take the Didact back to Requiem where the Enforcer was waiting for him. The Forerunner was shocked to find himself back in his prison. The Didact looked around to make sure it was the same place. The metal pillars reaching to the sky and the artificial hillsides coupled with grasslands and canyons were enough conformation. But he looked up to see something alarming.
    Requiem’s sky wasn’t the same. There was an opening in the sky that revealed the stars of neighboring systems. Usually it meant that the metallic surface was opening to let something in to eventually close again to be comforted by the shield world’s artificial blue atmosphere. But this was not what made it unusual. As the Forerunner gazed up, the stars in the day’s sky did not disappear, meaning the opening hadn’t closed. In fact, the hole was growing.
    More neighboring stars were revealing themselves by the second. Something was forcefully widening the open space in the shield. It was as if some sort of invisible creature was tearing open the shell of a turtle to dig around in the flesh and bone to claim its prize. The Didact could not believe his eyes. The only threat that came to his mind was the Flood. But not even they were capable of doing things like this.
    Millions upon millions of Sentinels quickly swarmed out of Requiem’s false stony ground to nurse the planet’s wound. But by the time the small robots reached the seemingly invisible being, they evaporated into mist to be absorbed by the cause of the hole that was still growing. All the Didact could do was stare in awe. The sentinels eventually halted their advancement either out of apathy, or the possibility that something was telling them not to pursue.  
    Over time, the shield world’s shell was gone. Requiem’s sky became endless dusk coated in stars; and then, Didact finally saw the invisible vortex took visual shape in the atmosphere to reveal itself. The mass in the sky appeared to be a massive graphite colored storm cloud. But this was far more than a mere weather anomaly. As the sky slowly became brighter as the dark cloud waved in the sky, it slowly funneled into a cone like shape. Spinning in a corkscrew pattern as it gracefully approached the surface of the Forerunner construct.
    As the Promethean watched the granite colored cone funnel downward, he realized that the cone was not a type of drill as he was beginning to suspect. The material was a cloak of some kind. A cape. One that was far too big to be draped around anyone’s shoulders. Yet at the bottom of the twirling cone of dark fabric stood a massive humanoid figure in light grey armor with a blinding snow white gaze that pierced through the eye receptacles of his helmet. The figure held its arms in the air as the impossibly long cloak stretched to the heavens to carry him down.
    By the time the figure reached the surface, his feet gently and gracefully touched the artificial stone that made up the ground while the cloak slowly descended behind him. The figure rested his arms to his side as he towered over the Didact nearby. Standing taller than any War Sphinx that could ever be built by the Forerunners. The figure looked around to assess his surroundings. The small metal pieces in his helmet shifted to show brief glimpses of emotion. He gazed upon the installation with what looked like disgust. He noticed the Forerunner standing alone. The massive figure began to walk toward the Didact.
    Two rifts in time and space took form in the figure’s palms. They spun like tops as the figure was shedding light grey mist from its body to be sucked in by the whirlpools of cosmic energy. The quick loss of mass made the armored figure shrink to the Forerunner’s size by the time he reached him. The Pursuer reached the Didact by being his exact height. Yet his massive cape stretched as long as a Covenant Assault Carrier. Little air supported it. But it still fluttered off the ground regardless. It moved in the air like the rippling movements of water.
    The Pursuer faced the Didact. But he looked over the Promethean as if he was looking for something else. He approached the Didact, seeming as if he wasn’t even there. The Promethean tried to use his combat skin’s gravity manipulation, but the grey figure didn’t didn’t stray from it’s movement.
    The figure at this point was right in the Didact’s face. Measuring to his exact height, he still continued. The Forerunner swung a barbaric punch, hoping that it would at least do something. The Didact’s fist made contact with the figure, but his entire arm swung through the figure as if he wasn’t there.
    The figure kept moving. It kept moving to the point where the figure’s body phased through the Didact as if he was one with the air. The cape swirled around him like opposing tides in a river. After walking through him, the figure stopped. It seemed that he found what it was looking for.
Malachi held his hand outward; palm facing the ground. A cosmic disc formed in his hand again. As it spun, the ground beneath him began to crumble as the stone and Sentinel metal evaporated into mist to be absorbed by the disc. The ground collapsed, revealing a hole that kept deepening. The hole widened enough for the figure to hover while the planet continuously burrowed into itself. The hole eventually revealed a bright shimmer. The figure stopped digging. This was apparently what he was looking for.
    Most Forerunner shield world's act as a Dyson Sphere. An empty shell with a slipspace portal acting as the core. On the other side exists a flipped over version of the same world with a star powering it. The Pursuer found it to be the perfect fuel to temporarily power his suit. Since his suit laid dormant for millions of years sustaining the mostly organic being, it would need all the fuel it could get to one day face off against a threat that was worthy of his time.
    The Pursuer’s back faced the Forerunner. The cape was so large that it blocked the intruder from view. The Didact was dumbstruck. He had lost his ship along with many of his Servants to the Human warrior, and now the Sentinels were being forced to disobey their primary programming. But after noticing that bright tendrils of solar plasma were being absorbed by the intruder, he needed to act then and now. He cried out to anything that could listen.

The Didact: Prometheans! Dispose of this intruder! Reveal to him the penalty of threatening the Forerunners! Protect the legacy while it still holds!

Suddenly, bright flashes appeared all around the front of the Pursuer. Malachi knew full well that they were there; yet did not stop absorbing the star’s energy that powered the planet. Promethean Knights appeared all around him. Peeling away the facial pieces of their armor to reveal the bright orange skulls that made up their heads. They cried out loud screams to intimidate him. But the Pursuer did not move. One of them fired an incendiary canon blast at the Pursuer to incapacitate him. The blast had dissipated before it even reached him. Another Promethean knight leaped into the air; thrusting his hard-light sword arm toward him. The orange blade was swung into the armored torso before it reached three inches away from his chest. Then it stopped.
    The blade and the entire knight froze in time in front of the Pursuer. The solar plasma finally stopped its advancement in the vortex swirling in the Pursuer’s hand. The vortex faded, and the god-like Pursuer turned his head to look at the Promethean in the eyes. Malachi brushed his hand to the left to push the blade arm out of his way with his mind. He leaned forward to observe the Promethean closer.
    The other knights were unsure what to do. They had an unrelenting impulse to kill anything that was not them. But an unknown voice in their heads forced those violent thoughts to subside. The Pursuer stretched his arm to touch the Promethean’s cheek, and stroked his hand on its head as if he were petting a friendly animal. The Pursuer then spoke to it in a booming, yet comforting voice that a father would use to sooth his child. This presence gave the suffering Human soul inside a comforting warmth inside their cold shell.

The Enforcer: What is your name, young one?

Why would he ask this question to an empty husk? Surely it couldn’t possibly have known the life it had before it was taken away. Yet the Promethean somehow found the words it wanted to say. It answered Malachi’s question in an exhausted elderly female voice.

The Promethean: Tillson. My name……….is Sandra Tillson.

The Enforcer: What has happened to you? Why are you like this?

The Promethean: It was that damn Forerunner. He killed my colleagues, and made us into these…….THINGS!!

The Enforcer: Shhh. You do not need to worry about him anymore. I am here now.

The Promethean: Thank you for comforting me, whatever you are. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this much comfort before.

The Enforcer: You are quite welcome, Human.

The Promethean: What are you going to do? That Forerunner is still here. He could take away this moment. Undo what you have done.

The Enforcer: You do not worry. Let your pain subside. I will take care of him.

The Pursuer quietly drifted both his seven-fingered hands down the machine’s face as he seeped thoughts of comfort and warmth inside their minds. He descended his arms to his sides, while the Promethean he faced and the others around him shifted their eyes and highlights from a burning fire-like orange to a bright snow white. A gaze that matched his own. Malachi then turned around to lock eyes with the Didact that he finally decided to notice. His dark cape spun and turned as he walked toward the foolish Forerunner.

The Enforcer: You. You are the one that is giving them pain. You are the one that is allowing them to continuously suffer. Who exactly do you think you are?

Malachi already knew the answer to the question that he had asked. He had wanted to show just how insignificant the Forerunners really were. The Didact was aged by centuries when he fought the wars against the Humans and the Flood. Yet the Forerunner was just a child in comparison to Malachi. The Didact answered the Pursuer’s question with egotistical confidence.

The Didact: I am the last of my kind who still wield the Mantle of Responsibility to conquer the stars. I am the last of my kind who protected the galaxy from anything that threatened the way of life. I am the last of the Forerunners. And I will not rest until their rule is reestablished.

The Enforcer: False. You are the last child of the Precursors. You are the last of a race that traveled down a path it was never meant to take. You are the last of your kind who killed off your masters to take on a responsibility that was never meant for them to accomplish.

The didact had become enraged at that notion.

The Didact: THEY WERE FOOLS TO TRUST THOSE MERE BEASTS WITH THAT POWER! We were the true heirs to the Mantle!

The Enforcer: Do not speak to me about who deserved what. You cannot possibly hope to know what power truly is. You’re a blind man telling someone else how to see. You are a stone raft carrying the galaxy over the cosmic ocean. You were not, and never will be a strong military leader. You are but a dry hound lapping at the river of false victory. You did not fight in what you call glorious battles. You only worsened a disaster caused by those before you.

The Didact: My people were harbingers of prosperity!

The Enforcer: Your people were an absolute contradiction to the to the nature of the Mantle of Responsibility.

The Enforcer hovered closer to the Didact.

The Enforcer: Your continued existence is a mockery of peace.

The Didact: And yet, you insist to save vermin from the mud they crawled from.

Uttering those words was one of the Forerunner’s gravest mistakes.

Out of nowhere, the Didact felt an unseen force push into the chest of the warrior’s combat skin. The armored giant ejected himself from a stationary position at such a fast rate The air rippled around them both ; the shattering of sound waves was then met with the Enforcer’s fist thrusting in the same chest region of the Forerunner. The momentum made the Didact fly across the rocky plain. Stone in the nearby base of a canyon shattered as the Promethean slammed against it.
Didact had anticipated a fight from the unknown stranger the moment he had arrived. But he didn’t expect to be very wounded from a single punch. As the Didact fell on even “earth” with his face in the dirt, he immediately tried to get back up.
       The helmet of the combat skin peeled away from the Didact’s head as he attempted to maintain balance. His vision was blurred. And with every gasping inhale the Forerunner made, coughed up blood came out of every other exhale. His vision began to clear as the grey titan neared closer.

The Enforcer: The vermin you speak of were more worthy of wielding the mantle than you will ever be. You are just a fraud. Your pompous rampage was the very thing that drove your species into extinction. Even in your foolish arrogance, you still continue to pursue this fruitless quest?

The Didact looked to his Prometheans, expecting them to attack the intruder. All they did was stare back at him in unsettling judgement.
       He looked down to see a Light Rifle on the ground. He hurried to the weapon, grabbed ahold of it, and repeatedly fired at the Enforcer as he neared closer. Bursts of orange hard light howled through the air, and dissipated before they even touched Malachi. The Pursuer reached his arm out, and the Forerunner rifle was ripped from the Didact’s grasp. The rifle flew to the grey automaton, and evaporated into mist to be absorbed by the Pursuer’s hand.
       Malachi lowered his arm, raised the other, and sprayed a white glue-like substance at the Didact. The odd substance stuck to the Forerunner’s combat skin, and wrapped around his torso and appendages. He tried to tear it off of his body. But it kept spreading. The substance stopped growing at his neck, and felt….cold. The substance plummeted in temperature, and made the Forerunner inside ferociously shiver.  

The Enforcer: You continuously use your gifts for evil. I will change that. For the good what is now, and what is to come.  

Believing this was his end, Didact let out his final independent thoughts.

The Didact: It is said that the Precursors became an ageless dust after we defeated them. They became one of our eternal enemies by transforming everything into vicious beasts to make all minds one. If you existed before even them, I then would understand why they became so weak. Adopting a falsehood formed by a forgotten people. If you are going to change my thoughts, and make me your pet, you will be no better than whoever you fought over a thousand millennia ago.

The Enforcer: You are foolish to adopt a holier than thou tone. The Prometheans were not the solution to the Flood. Nor were the Halos rings as your race called them. You created beasts to fight victims of the same circumstance. You created a flame to fight a flame. YOu became your own enemy with a polished appearance. You claim to be the better being. But you were not in that forsaken battle long ago. You did not face the Corruption.

The glue substance then began to feel warm. A strange wisp-like mist came off of the Pursuer’s eyes, and toward the Didact. He tried to struggle. But it was in vain. All he could do was breathe it in.

The Enforcer: It has begun. Soon you will see what I saw.

       The Didact began to see things. Things that were not Requiem. Things that he had never seen before. Things that he shouldn’t have seen. He began to see the scarred surface of a world known by none. A place that once birthed beautiful vegetation on grey soil. A place that was once safe from the darkness. A place that witnessed the end of the Dawn. A place that was once called Spectrum.
The Didact soon learned what true fear was. The Enforcer didn’t want the lowly Forerunner to suffer for too long. Seeing even a false memory of the Corruption could permanently paralyze the brain of any lesser being. The Pursuer halted the illusion quickly, and brought Didact back in the real world. The traumatized Forerunner looked deep into Malachi’s eyes like a helpless animal seeking a potential owner.

The Didact: What will you have me do?

-----------------------------------------------One day later---------------------------------------


         It was not long before the Infinity and smaller fleet of unknown ships arrived at Requiem. The fleet of smaller ships that helped the Infinity consisted of a Marauder-Class Attack Ship, a Berserk Cruiser, and a Daedalus-Class Cruiser. One Reverence-Class Cruiser that belonged to the Sangheili accompanied the fleet to assist with what was happening. Ever since Humanity formed an alliance with the races of the former Covenant, noble races like the Sangheili were willing to offer their help on a moment's notice. In this branch of the multiverse, any of these species were allowed to explore each other's worlds without fear of starting another war. But the unknown ships that accompanied the Infinity were a different story.
         Those ships were owned by the Crimson Cowl. The Same man who sent me to infiltrate one of the Programmer's bases. The Cowl introduced himself to Captain Lamberto of the Infinity, Judge-King Epo ‘Konam of Sanghelios, and UEG President Wallace Breen. He said he wasn’t from their galaxy. But he explained could be a valuable business partner to the HCA (Human Covenant Alliance). The others were skeptical of him, yet they were grateful that he offered to assist with the massive population increase that these “new” Humans on Requiem brought.
         Millions of Humans stood on the surface as they waved and shouted to the ships in the sky. The people on the surface on the surface were very diverse. The Humans ranged from wearing sophisticated business attire, while others wore simple everyday clothes. Some of them wore cybernetic suits of armor, while others wore only cloth and animal skin rags. Some of the Humans had bright pale skin that reflected the sun, while others had skin that had a rich caramel appearance. It did not take long for an escort to systematically pick them up.
         On the bridge of the Infinity, the four individuals discussed what they should do with these people. Captain Lamberto sat at the edge of a rectangular table covered with a holo-panel. A projected blue hologram of the Crimson Cowl sat to the right of the captain. The Cowl told them his real name, Vaclav to hopefully ease the suspicion of the other three. He could feel it. The judgeful scorn that wasn’t spoken. I personally don’t blame them for being suspicious of Vaclav. He is a pretty intimidating figure.
         He was massive for a Human. He was the size of an average Sangheili. Standing eight feet tall. The others were pretty justified in feeling intimidated, knowing that he could look Epo ‘Konam in the eyes.
         Vaclav had slightly tan skin, and wore a green, slightly camouflage styled suit of armor. The public mistook him for a Spartan when they first saw him. He also wore a bold red cloak that draped over his back. The cape was mostly ceremonial, and represented his authority as the “High-Leader” of his people. Since the cape didn’t look good with his suit, the Cowl draped the cape over his shoulders and covered his body to make himself look bigger than he already was. Not that he needed it, anyway.
         To the left sat a hologram of Epo ‘Konam. The Elite slouched over as he wore his golden Judge-King armor with a bold blue cloth draped around him. Similar to Vaclav’s red cape. But across from Lamberto sat a hologram of Wallace Breen.
The man appeared very old. But that was mostly because of his rarely trimmed white hair and beard. His appearance gave a false sense of wisdom. Usually he wore a brown coat and black wool shirt when he wasn’t giving speeches of “hope” and “Prosperity” to the citizens of Earth and the other colonies.
         I’ve met Wallace a couple of times after the bridge connected the dimensions together, as a matter of fact. They weren’t really under desirable circumstances, unfortunately. After talking to him long enough, you would soon learn that Mister Breen made a better physicist than a politician. Adding more skepticism to the legitimacy of Breen’s election as president of the UEG, and high council member of the HCA. But like always, the public was painfully oblivious to everything until it was impossible to hide.
He was also always known for trying to break an awkward silence. He held a composed and polite smile as he built up on his charade.

Wallace Breen: Thank you so much for helping us in our time of need, Vaclav. You must be so busy with your leadership position. I can handle a fair share of colonies myself, but governing a entire galaxy! I genuinely applaud you for your highly impressive work. Normally Human governors can barely stand a couple of four-year terms. God-forbid a lifetime!

Wallace began to laugh at his own joke. Vaclav responded with an eye dot to the left, and a spurt of straight posture. He even smiled, forgetting that he was wearing a mask.

Vaclav the Cowl: I am very grateful of your hospitality, Mister President. It is quite an honor for us to meet like this.

Epo ‘Konam: It pays to have many allies. Especially now with those rifts at the edges of the galaxies constantly opening and closing.

Wallace Breen: My thoughts exactly, ‘Konam.

Wallace looked at Vaclav.

Wallace Breen: So you can bring these people to a safe place?

Vaclav the Cowl: Of course. It should not be a problem. I know a few versions of Earth that can serve as suitable homes in the cluster. I will be ready for when you request them back.

Captain Lamberto: It still amazes me that you have to keep track of so many Earths at once.

Vaclav the Cowl: It becomes easy after a while. Everyone wants the same thing at different points in time.

Wallace Breen: Then I suppose this concludes our business with each other. Thank you again for your time.

Vaclav the Cowl: I truly do appreciate that you trust me with this. These people will be safe from harm’s way until we can figure something.


With all said and done, the holograms disappeared. Leaving captain Lamberto alone in the Infinity’s bridge.

-----------------------------------------------Vaclav’s office-------------------------------------

Though he was grateful for these allies trusting him, he couldn’t help but feel bad about not having to tell them the truth. But that didn’t change what he had to do. It didn’t change the fact that he felt some evil presence watching over everything. He hoped that finding the source of these strange anomalies could free him from the feeling of something always breathing down his neck. He felt that he couldn’t tell anyone what he thought it was.
       What Vaclav never learned is that not saying anything is what got people killed. He never did pay attention to the warnings. He felt that he was too busy to notice. But Breen had to govern a whole galaxy. Surely he wouldn’t notice if a few Spartans went missing. The Cowl sat at a desk in his personal quarters. He pushed his thumb into a hole in a small machine. He pulled it out after it started ringing. A human male voice answered on the other end.

Mysterious voice: Hello?

Vaclav the Cowl: Ah! Hello, Ozpin! How lovely to hear your voice again.

Mysterious voice: *sighs* What do you want, Vaclav?

Vaclav the Cowl: Well how rude that you would assume that I want something from you. Haven’t you considered that I just wish to talk to a friend.

Mysterious voice: You are a warlord keeping hundreds of planets in line. Why would I think you would want anything else other than a favor?

Vaclav the Cowl: Things have changed since the last time we met.

Mysterious voice: You’re not helping us fight the Grimm. We can handle ourselves.

Vaclav the Cowl: That’s not why I’m calling.

Mysterious voice: No. You’re not taking my students on another one of your space expeditions.

Vaclav the Cowl: Ozpin! Don’t be idiotic! Something’s out There! It’s playing us!

Mysterious voice: Remnant is still trying to recover from its loss. Morale is increasing without your intervention; And these suffering people can’t know that something worse than the Grimm exists out there.

Vaclav the Cowl: Think of what you’re throwing aw--

Mysterious voice: Goodbye, Vaclav.

The other line on the Cowl’s machine disconnected without a core in the world.

Vaclav the Cowl: Ozpin! Dammit!

Vaclav eventually hung up. He began speaking to himself.

Vaclav the Cowl: It’s a good thing I have other people to reach out to.

Without a moment’s notice, the door to Vaclav’s door opened. Automatically lighting up the dull, UNSC like room. The Crimson Cowl jerked his head up.
Four figures stood just out the door. All of them wore suits of armor similar to Vaclav’s. Two males and to females. The followers wore blue, while the leader wore green. Light shimmered off the leader’s helmet as he quickly approached the Cowl. The smell of gun smoke and oil quickly filled the room as he got closer.

Vaclav the Cowl: Ahh! You’re ear--

The Master Chief: What do you know about Cortana?

-----------------------------------------Wallace Breen’s office------------------------------------

Wallace Breen sat in his large executive chair, and gazed on the city through the wide bullet-proof window that faced the back of his desk. The decor of the president’s office remained the same after former president Troy Marshall vanished during prison transfer. Wallace admired Troy’s taste of art, and demanded that it remained where it was. Especially after protesters against Marshall wanted every trace of him to be ripped off the face of the Earth.
       But Breen couldn’t let good taste go to waste. The velvet rugs, the comfortable furniture, and the aged liquor. The room would make anyone feel like they were on the top. It was certainly better than the Citadel at the Earth he came from. Yet, Wallace felt like something was amiss.
There wasn’t really anything he could complain about. There were no conferences. No massive riots to address. No political rivals knocking down his door, accompanied with the press to get an asinine story out. He didn’t have anywhere to go. Instead it was just him, and his whiskey on the rocks. Anyone who owned the world would say that it was a perfect day. It in fact felt too perfect for Breen’s comfort. He was partially waiting for something to go wrong. And he would not be disappointed.
       As the president watched the skyline, his secretary called him.

Secretary: Mister President? An urgent call is coming in on your private line.

Wallace Breen: Tell them I’m busy at the moment.

Secretary: I’m sorry, sir. But….it’s him.

Wallace took a long sigh, knowing this couldn’t be avoided.

Wallace Breen: All  right then. Put it through.

Secretary: Already have, sir.

A large screen descended in front of the wide window. The lights also dimmed to add focus to the transmission.
The screen lit up. And revealed a tall metallic figure with six arms, and blood red eyes. It was him. The one setting conquest on helpless worlds. The one who created an alliance of the corrupt. The one who once owned the UNSC. It was The Programmer. It was Vakha, himself.

The Programmer: Hello, Wallace.

Wallace Breen: Vakha! How nice it is to see you!

The Programmer: Spare me the praise. For we have little time to talk.

Wallace Breen: What is it you wanted to talk about?

The Programmer: I want to show you something.

A spherical hologram appeared in front of the president. It was a hologram of a planet. One that was larger than any the Human laid his eyes on.  

Wallace Breen: What is it?

The Programmer: I believe this is the source of the rifts.

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(Author’s note): I do not own the attributes to any film, or video game industries, or any form of internet media that will be introduced, mentioned, or referenced throughout “The Unity”. Any material that didn’t originate from any electronic or written media, whether it’d be from film, internet, or otherwise was thought up by me, thus is owned by me.
The Unity/ Chapter 21
I"M FINALLY BACK!!!!! I am a dummy! 

You would not BELIEVE the shit I went though the past few months to get this out. 

BUT HERE I AM!!!

Chapter 22 will be out at some point. (Meaning whenever I get to it in the next century) 

But I need to add more stuff to the Race Synopsis before I make more chapters. 

But until then, stay tuned for more!!!La la la la 
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Location: Classified
Time: Classified
Subject: The Dwarka Facility Attack
Auto-assemble commencing…….
Submitting_smuggled_messaged now:

Asset 486:
We have confirmation that The Programmer's under-cover facility has been attacked.

Command:
Do you have any confirmation on who conducted the attack?

Asset 486:
We have theorized that The Crimson Cowl was responsible.

Command:
You mean to tell me that you are not sure?

Asset 486:
The Facility was completely obliterated. It is difficult to find a verdict if the scene of the crime was destroyed.  

Command:
Is there potentially anything that could possibly lead you in the correct direction?  

Asset 486:
We have found excess amounts of gamma radiation in the area. We predict that the Cowl used some kind of nuclear technology to destroy the facility from Dwarka’s orbit. But we cannot find an impact crater.

Command:
The attack was conducted by The Crimson Cowl.

Asset 486:
How can you be certain?

Command:
The Cowl did not use nuclear weaponry to attack Dwarka. They were biological weapons.

Asset 486:
That would explain why the facility looks as if it was attacked by living things; But how is that possible?

Command:
Kaiju. Kaiju had to have been used in the attack.

Asset 486:
Impossible! Kaiju are purely myths! Nothing More. There has to be some other explanation.

Command:
They are not myths. I have seen them before. The Crimson Cowl had his scientists to remove matter from their bodies to make them no larger than twice the size of a mere human; Making them easy operatives to deploy on missions.  

Asset 486:
If those Kaiju share any parallels to their counterparts in legends told for centuries, then we may be dealing with a far more serious threat than what we did before.

Command:
We do not want to declare war against The Cowl. He could prove to be a valuable ally when the time comes to fully deploy the Crusaders to fight and destroy The Programmer.

Asset 486:
It’s a good thing that the one’s that were in captivity escaped. We’re going to need all the help we can get.

Command:
Have you found anything else?

Asset 486:
We have confirmation that the technician specialist known as Vlado successfully extracted all information in the facility before it was destroyed. He also willingly broadcasted all information on the slashers to Alex Mason’s personal files.  

Command:
How did Mason respond?

Asset 486:
He somehow escaped the eyes of our informants soon after he received the information. He has gone fully off the grid.  

Command:
Did the technician and his friends do anything else when they were there.

Asset 486:
The Cowl’s task force successfully liberated all of the prisoners inside. Including fearsome Yautja warriors, and the Electroclan itself.

Command:
What about the technician himself? What happened to him?

Asset 486:
Our reports say that Vlado was still inside the facility when the prisoners were liberated. He told his friends to leave him behind in the liberation. The Programmer ambushed him before he could execute an alternate escape route.

Command:
Does that mean we have a new threat to deal with?

Asset 486:
Far from it, actually. Despite being outnumbered and outgunned, Vlado attempted to run anyway.

Command:
Did he have an escape vehicle prepared for himself?

Asset 486:
No. Nothing was waiting for him in his escape. He did successfully leave the premises; But according to our reports, he had just…..vanished.  

Command:
You mean to tell me that he simply vanished in thin air?

Asset 486:
Well, perhaps he vanished into thick air.

Command:
I never thought you to be a part-time comedian, Asset 486.

Asset 486:
I have been known to work in a few clubs on my days off.

Command:
I just find it hard to believe that he simply disappeared off the face of Dwarka without a trace.

Asset 486:
Says the commander whose brother apparently has mythological monsters as weapons at his disposal.

Command:
Touche.

Asset 486:
Just pointing out the obvious fact that literally anything could happen in these trying times.

Command:
Do you have any clues as to how Vlado vanished?

Asset 486:
All we know is that Vlado used some sort of portable teleportation device to get inside the facility. The teleporters can seemingly take anyone to a desired location. But it is easier to perform their function if there are two different devices in two different locations. If Vlado wanted to get somewhere fast, he could activate the teleporter, and it would instantly pull him towards it, regardless of where he was.

Command:
Didn’t the police pelican he arrived in have one such device inside?

Asset 486:
It did. But it fell out during the escape. After finding it on the surface, there weren’t any footprints  to say that Vlado ran on foot.

Command:
Are you implying that Vlado has other teleporters in multiple locations?


Asset 486:
The evidence unfortunately does imply that.  

Command:
At least that does justify me sending a widespread search for him. Thank you for your findings, Asset 486. You may gather your team, and take them to S.W.O.R.D headquarters.

Asset 486:
You are most certainly welcome, Director. I am glad to be of assistance.



---------------------------Transmission Over---------------------------

----------------------New Transmission Incoming----------------------

-----------------Please Confirm Director Identification-----------------
------------------------Password: *************------------------------

---------------------Establishing Connection Now---------------------

Asset No. 1:
Knock Knock! May I come in? Or are you still getting dressed for the show.

Command:
Number One! It is so good to hear your voice again during this horrible unrelenting time of stress!

Asset No. 1:
I thought you never feel stress? I thought you always stand as a pillar for all who easily crumble.

Command:
Remind me again which propagandist wrote that again?

Asset No. 1:
*laughter*

Command:
I take it that you’re not here just to listen to my lovely voice?  

Asset No. 1:
Though I’d love bring you out for coffee again like I promised, I am strictly here for business.

Command:
You’re no fun. Can’t I just tease the one I love at least a little and it not be about business?

Asset No. 1:
I’m afraid not. ESPECIALLY not now.

Command:
Fine. What was it that you wanted to tell me?

Asset No. 1:
We found him.

Command:
Daniel, I wouldn’t joke about this if I were you.

Asset No. 1:
This isn’t a joke. We found Vlado’s location.

Command:
This is fantastic news! Where is he?

Asset No. 1:
Well, he’s not just in one place. He seems to be on the move; and boy is he moving.

Command:
Let me guess. He’s running around in some other galaxy in dimension that we’ve never seen before, but he has probably been there before like the back of his hand?

Asset No. 1:
Boy, you’re good at this guessing game.

Command:
Are there any governments there that we can talk to?

Asset No. 1:
Sadly not. This galaxy is a complete madhouse filled with magical warlords, and glowing swords. Hey, that rhymed. The place is currently in a massive tug o'war between republics and empires.Vlado’ s moving through it like it’s a maze that he’s seen a million times before.

Command:
Is there any insight as to anyone who is trying to take charge, and to what Vlado is trying to do?

Asset No. 1:
Judging by what we’re seeing, he seems to be walking around and talking to gangsters as if they owe him lunch money. As for who is trying to take charge, we have been hearing a lot of two names in that galaxy. One of them seems to be some beefed up cyborg named “Perfidious”, and the other is some anonymous hush hush guy named “Knell”. You ever hear about either of them?

Command:
I actually heard of the second guy. He is really bad news. He so shady, that he may give us more of a run for our money than The Programmer. To put it simply: he’s one tough cookie.

Asset No. 1:
Of course. Just what we needed. Do you have any suggestions on how we should approach this?

Command:
Would mind telling me the Crusaders we have gained since we first declared their existence?

Asset No. 1:
Certainly. The list is as follows.  Crusaders documented since first recording: Adolfo Cortez, Aganos, Aiden Pearce, Aleksandra Zaryanova, Alyx Vance, Ambra, Ana Amari, Athena, Attikus, Axl, Axton, Bastion, Bayonetta, Balrog, Benedict, Big Daddy, Bill, Blanka, Boldur, Brick, Caldarius, Cammy, Chell, Chris Redfield, Chun-Li, Clank, Claptrap, Cloud Strife, Dante, Daxter, Deande, Demoman, Doomguy/Doom Slayer, Douglas Falcon, D.Va, El Dragon, Engineer, Ezio Firenze, 47, Francis, Frederick, Fulgore, Gaige, Galilea, Genji, Ghalt, Gordon Freeman, Guile, Hancock, Hanzo, Heavy, Hinmatoom/Thunder, Isaac Clarke, Isic, Jack Morrison/Soldier 76, Jago, Jak, Jakku, Jamison Fawkes/Junk Rat, JC Denton, Jill Valentine, Johnny Cage, Kano, Ken, Kleese, Krieg, Lance, Lara Croft, Lena Oxton/Tracer, Leon S. Kennedy, Lilith, Little Mac/Mac Little, Liu Kang, Louis, Lucio, Marcus Phoenix, Mai Shiranui, Marquis, Maya, Mccree, Medic, Mei, Mellka, Mercy, Mike Haggar, Miko, Montana, Mordecai, Nathan Drake, Nisha, Nomad, Orendi, Oscar Mike, Orchid, John Connor, Fareeha Amari/Pharah, Phoebe, Pyro, Quinton Flynn/Raiden, Ragna, Raiden, Rash, Rath, Ratchet, Reinhardt, Revna, Rex Colt, Richard/Jacket, Rico Rodriguez, Riddick, Riptor, Roadhog, Ryu, Ryu Hayabusa, Sabrewulf, Salvador, Samus Aran, Sam Fisher, Scorpion, Scout, Shulk, Sly Cooper, Soldier, Solid Snake, Sonya Blade, Spinal, Spy, Strider Hiryu, Sub-Zero, Symmetra, Taizo Hori, Tekhartha Zenyatta, Thorn, Tifa Lockhart, Toby, Torbjörn Lindholm, Turok, Vergil, Whiskey Foxtrot, White Bomber, Wilhelm, William Afton, William Overbeck, Winston, X, Zangief, Zero, Zero, and Zoey

Command:
….
Deploy the Crusaders.

Asset No. 1:
All of them?

Command:
Yes. Vlado is much more important than you realize. If we get him on our side, then we could easily take out The Programmer and Knell without heavy losses.

Asset No. 1:
What if he wants us to catch him, and this is all just a trap?

Command:
If it is, then it would definitely be worth springing.



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(Author’s note): I do not own the attributes to any film, or video game industries, or any form of internet media that will be introduced, mentioned, or referenced throughout The Unity. Any material that didn’t originate from any electronic or written media, whether it’d be from film, internet, or otherwise was thought up by me, thus is owned by me.
The Unity/ Chapter 20
I actually had this done a couple weeks earlier. Similar story with the last chapter. Go look at that one if you haven't read it. #self advertisement 
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Location: Frojila
Human Time: 0926 hours/ 9:26 am
Writer: The Examiner

Alex felt that taking in the Mobian in to The Programmer took sooner than he had thought it was going to take. He expected more of a challenge after hearing such a reputation from him. Then again, he was beaten several times with a cattle prod when he was found by the Human soldiers that were punishing him for being associated with Robotnik some time earlier. The Slasher just took the Mobian spy that once answered to Marshall, and the hispanic farmers that happened to be present as a bonus.
Alex took a casual brisk walk down the empty street of the quiet planetoid as a hover lift carried the people he captured. After fully cleaning the Human blood off his machete with a serrated flat edge, he figured that he would brutally kill any Chupacabras that would be unlucky enough to cross the cyborg’s path to pass the time. After all, he wasn’t in a hurry to get to his ride.
A couple of the Slasher’s captors were two Mobians. One was a biological weapon named “Shadow”. The other was a Naval Intelligence officer named Rouge. Before she was knocked unconscious, Alex wanted to see how well Rouge could fight after hearing about her service to Marshall. He wasn’t impressed. The horribly beaten Shadow put up a better fight than she did.
The other captors were Human. One of them was named Ernesto Valdez. The UNSC marines that Alex killed captured Shadow at Ernesto’s house. Valdez was used as bait to lure Shadow and Gregorio Estoban. One of Ernesto’s friends. Alex made sure to kidnap Gregorio’s daughter Maria, and his dog Isa to make sure that no one would look for him. But it was unlikely that someone of importance would look for some lonely farmers that live in the middle of nowhere. Alex just wanted to be sure. Just as Mason was getting bored, his holo transmitter hummed to life. Confused, he pulled it out of his pocket.

Alex Mason: That’s weird. No one’s supposed to be able to message me on this thing.

Alex turned it on to see what it was. What he received wasn’t a message. But a database of information. Specifically everything about the Slashers, and that their “accidents” were all arranged to make soldiers into more effective weapons. Alex couldn’t believe his eyes.

Alex Mason: Well I’ll be damned. What are the chances?

At that moment, Alex Mason’s mind changed forever. But he did something that no one would have expected. A grin slowly formed on his face, revealing each one of his shining teeth. His green eyes unnaturally lit as he let out a sinister laugh. His casual walk became a jog as his lifter swiftly followed. Alex made it to his ride as he was greeted by two Terminators disguised as marines. One of them quickly approached him.

Terminator guard: Alex! There’s been a situation. You need to come with us.  

As the machine got closer, Alex quickly pulled his machete out of its sheath. He thrusted his blade with such force that it pierced the armor coating the endoskeleton, ruptured the hydrogen fuel cells powering it, and lifted it in the air with one arm. Mason pulled the machete out of the Terminator in disguise, and it hit the ground with a loud thud.

Alex Mason: That won’t be necessary.

Instantly reacting to hostility, the other machine charged at Alex. He faced the Terminator with a grin, and he diagonally swung his blade with enough force to chop it clean in half. As he did, the upper torso of the machine reached one of its arms to grab Mason’s ankle. It spoke to him.

Terminator guard: Why...would...you….do this?

Alex Mason: Sorry, budd. My shackles are starting to feel a little tight. I think It’s finally time to rip em off.

With those words spoken, Alex put his foot on the Terminator’s head, and crushed it. Alex felt more alive than he ever did before. Just then, Shadow began to wake up. Alex walked up to Shadow, and tightly grabbed his chest fur to lift him up.

Alex Mason: S’up, furry? You awake?

Shadow wasn’t conscious enough to respond. His eyes opened slightly, but he could not move his tongue enough to make words.

Alex Mason: Awww. Look at you. You look real out of it. Maybe you could use a few extra hours. You’ll need to be plenty awake for what I have planned for you.

Those were the few words that the Cyborg said to the Mobian before Alex swung another punch at Shadow. Knocking him out cold. Again.

---------In another place in time -----------------------------------------------------------------------
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The freighter and corvette attached airlocks in the deep vastness of space. The residents that stood inside were unsure of what to do. The two ships narrowly escaped near impossible odds in their respective worlds just to stumble across one another by pure chance. Perhaps it was destiny. Perhaps it was the Creator’s intent. We will one day find out either way.
Jason Urn of the Marauders waited in the airlock of the 720 freighter, while Captain Deon Simon Ninten of the Wrecking Crew waited in the airlock of the FarStar. As Jason patiently waited while everyone was standing behind him, Addison and Chin decided to break the silence.

Chin Ada: You think these guys are with the New Republic?

Addison Zeph: Not unless they forgot how to use their ships right. I mean, come on. Who uses a Star Destroyer to evacuate citizens?

Chin Ada: Maybe they ran out of transports...and, uhhh tried using whatever they had?

Addison Zeph: Just seems a little self defeating. Puts kind of a big target on your head.

Jason Urn: Maybe they’re not from around here.

Chin Ada: You mean like pirates?

Jason Urn: I mean maybe they’re among the lines of being as weird as those Star Fox guys.

Jason then looked behind himself.

Jason Urn: No offense.

Fox Mccloud: None taken.

Suddenly, the air locks on each end whooshed open to reveal something he didn’t expect to see. A Human stood across from him. Humans are very common; but that wasn’t what bothered Jason. It was the way he looked that threw him off. The light skinned Human captain with dark brown hair wore blue jeans, a yellow shirt with a bullet proof vest, and a red letterman jacket with a bold black N on it. He looked like some normal citizen trying to play dress up. The captain seemed equally surprised. As if he was expecting something far more unusual.

Captain N: Now that’s something you don’t see everyday.  

Jason Urn: Wesk-herf-aurek-trill? Isk dorn-isk-dorn-nern'-tril herf-esk-aurek-resh yirt-osk-usk.

Captain N: Woah. You got something in your mouth, buddy?

Jason’s thoughts were confirmed that he really wasn’t from his galaxy. He couldn’t understand what the man across from him was saying. But that still didn’t explain why they had a transport, and three Star Destroyers at their disposal. The hunter tried using a different method of communication. He lifted up his arms, and pointed at himself with both hands to try a more simplistic approach.

Jason Urn: Mern-esk Jenth-aurek-senth-osk-nern .

Just then, someone was calling out from behind the captain.

Unknown voice: Wait a moment!

Another Human with bushy white hair, a lab coat, and thick glasses reached out his arms, and pushed the captain out of the way to see the Marauders with excitement and anticipation in his eyes.

Unknown Human: Do my eyes deceive me? More Humans that look just like us!

He then looked behind Jason to see the others. They all looked at him with hostile intent. He didn’t seem phased by it.

Unknown Human: Remarkable! It seems that we have new faces around here. I look forward to studying them all.

Captain N: Hey! Watch where you put your hands, Elvin! We’re not the enemy here.

The white haired Human who seemed to be a scientist shoot the captain a glance.

Human scientist: I am painfully aware of who is what here, Deon. These people clearly cannot speak our language. I’m giving them translators so we can communicate with them properly. Maybe they’ll even help us with that Programmer fellow.

The captain looked again at Jason who seemed even more confused than before. The captain spoke again.

Captain N: Fine. Let’s give it a shoot.

The Human scientist reached into his pocket, and pulled out his hands to offer Jason a handful of oval shaped pills with a strange metallic liquid inside. Jason grabbed them, and starred in suspicion. The scientist then made a swallowing gesture with his hands. Addison and Chin began to speak again.

Addison Zeph: What do you think they are?

Jason Urn: I guessing that they’re pills that’ll help us talk to these guys.

Addison Zeph: You think we should take them?

Jason Urn: I don’t see many alternatives. It’s not like we can kill them and take over their ship. Their destroyers will shoot us down

Chin Ada: I wouldn’t say that too loud.

Jason Urn: They can’t understand us.

Chin Ada: But they will now?

Jason Urn: That seems to be their idea.  

The bounty hunter shared the pills with his group and the mercenaries.

Pan Krell: Down the hatch, I guess.

Themba: As if this day couldn’t get any weirder.

Some in the group cupped their mouths with their hands, while others pinched the pill with a finger and thumb to swallow. As all had finished, they looked among each other expecting something to happen. The Translator capsules eventually took their effect.
Jason felt an irritation in his throat coupled with a brief pain in his stomach, while something poked the space beneath it. It didn’t bother him very much. But the others clenched their abdomens, and groaned. One of the Cornerians immediately jumped to conclusions.

Nora Leslie: I knew they poisoned i---

The mercenary quickly cupped her mouth. Not at first recognizing what she just said. Everyone in the group looked at her in confusion. Though the Human scientist on the other side looked like he could barely contain his excitement.

Human scientist: It worked! The translators are actually working!

Jason turned to the scientist, and grabbed his shirt collar with rage in his eyes.

Jason Urn: You’re going to explain to me what the hell you just di--

The hunter froze mid-sentence. But not because the captain whipped out an orange and white colored pistol to his head faster than the eye could track. It was because the hunter didn’t at first recognize what he had just had. For a few seconds, Jason stared through the scientist’s face, taking in all these new and strange words flooding into his head. The Aurebesh and Mando’a that he always knew took a backseat while these new words took there place. His ears quietly rung, and he then came back into reality. He then noticed the gun poking the side of his head.

Captain N: I wouldn’t do that if I were you.

The hunter tried to use this new linguistic style to talk to them again.  

Jason Urn: I-I underst-ood you th-that time. H-how?

Human scientist: It was the translators. Those pills you took. You can now speak and understand our language.

Jason Urn: H-how did you know that i-it was going to w-work?

Human scientist: I didn’t at first. I had to study these ships for a long while to see how the makers of it worked. I learned about a majority of the magnificent races from that galaxy you come from. You are the first official test of the pills that can make anyone from your home to say what we say.

Jason Urn: Does it h-have any sideeffects?

Human scientist: I wouldn’t worry about yourself, my fine muscled fellow. You were able to take it with no noticeable negative effects at all.

The Human scientist looked behind the hunter.

Human scientist: Though I can’t say the same about your friends.

Jason quickly turned around to see his team and the Star Fox mercenaries unconscious on the metallic floor. He turned back, and looked at the captain still holding the gun in his face with hatred in his eyes. The hunter then spoke in a tone that clawed it’s way down the captain’s throat, and into his soul. The feeling gave the captain a very clear message.

Jason Urn: WHAT...DID...DO...TO...THEM?

Captain N: Don’t get any funny ideas. Remember that I’m the guy with the gun.

In an instant, Jason’s hand flew at the captain, and swiped the gun out of his hand unbelievably  faster than the gun could even fire. Deon was particularly dumbfounded to find himself being threatened by his own pistol.

Jason Urn: Now you are going to listen to me very carefully. I’ve had pretty long day. I have lost seven of my men to steal a powerful weapon from an extragalactic dictator, only so he could use it to invade a nearly defenseless smaller galaxy.  But after refusing to kill that galaxy’s best defenders, he sent his henchmen to hunt us down to finish the job. He’s got the rest of the galaxy under his thumb, and there aren’t whole lot of places to hide.

Captain N: Wait. You’re trying to hide from someone too?

Jason Urn: What?

Human scientist: What a remarkable coincidence! We actually just escaped the clutches of a dictator of our own.

Jason then lowered Deon’s pistol to the ground.

Jason Urn: Wait! Knell hired you guys to do his dirty work, too?

Captain N: What? No! We just barely escaped an invasion from The Programmer. Our larger ships are carrying civilians!

Jason let off a sigh of relief.

Jason Urn: Oh thank The Force. You’re not-- I thought you guys were someone else.

Captain N: No. Just a city on the run.

Jason Urn: I guess we face a similar enemy. Maybe we’re up against the same guy with different names. It’s common where I’m from.

Human scientist: Well don’t just stand their, Deon! We must show our new friends the hospitality we have to offer!

The scientist motioned Jason to come inside.

Human scientist: My name is Professor Edward Gadd. I think we can accomplish great things together.

E. Gadd looks to Captain N.

Human scientist: I’ll send guards to take care of his friends immediately.  

Captain N: Understood.

Jason Urn: What about my friends? Will they be okay?

Human scientist: Do not worry. They will be alright. The effects of the translators should only keep them asleep for about two more days.

E. Gadd leaves the doorway, leaving the Marauder and Captain N to exchange glances.  

Jason Urn: Thanks for letting us crash with you guys until we get this dictator pest problem sorted out.

Jason walks forward to be stopped by Deon’s hand being held against his chest.

Captain N: I’m afraid I can only let you on board on one condition.

Jason Urn: Name it.

Captain N: I want my gun back.


Jason Urn: Oh right. Here.

Jason handed the gun over to Deon to have it disappear out of his hand almost as fast. The captain’s smile almost immediately returned.

Captain N: Welcome aboard the FarStar! I think you’ll get along with the Wrecking Crew just fine.


=====//Document over//=======================================

(Author’s note): I do not own the attributes to any film, or video game industries, or any form of internet media that will be introduced, mentioned, or referenced throughout The Unity. Any material that didn’t originate from any electronic or written media, whether it’d be from film, internet, or otherwise was thought up by me, thus is owned by me.
The Unity/Chapter 19
Hello, friends! Funny story. I had this done around late February, but then my computer decided to go to shit. But at least I have i done now. Happy late Valentines' present!  
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The Unity
Chapter 18
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Location: Dwarka
Human Time: 1750 hours/ 5:50 pm
Writer: The Examiner


Saving Michael Vey’s family known as the Electroclan with the help of the Ion brothers and the Crimson Cowl was one of the many things that will be sealed into my mind for the rest of my life. What happened then is what began my journey to discover who I was. Throughout my life on Nar Shaddaa, I never discovered what I was. Records of parents I may have had didn’t exist, and most of what I know now was self taught. One very important thing that I have learned was that whatever my kind was learned how to be incredibly adaptive.
If anyone of my kind fully becomes comfortable with a certain race or culture, they will change the structure of their DNA, and become something else entirely. The list can go on. Humans, Sangheili, Twi'leks, Vortigaunts, and others. Even if I discovered what my kind were any sooner, any living members would have became something else. It’s an evolutionary tactic to survive in any environment. It’s like puberty for most races. But I never experienced it. Now I never will either. I still held a humanoid shape, but my grey skin and yellow eyes stayed.
This was when the dimensions really began to connect. Timelines were merging, and new faces were introducing themselves. If there’s anything left to say about it, it would be that it wasn’t what I was expecting.
I comfortably sat in a passenger seat of a pelican while the rest of us waited for the mission to commence. The objective was simple. Raid the fortress of Dwarka, rescue the Electroclan as well as anyone else imprisoned there, and extract any information salvageable. Others were sent on this mission beside me. Vey and the Ion step brothers rode along with me. However, it was the others on the other pelicans caught my attention.
After meeting the Crimson Cowl in person, I have learned both the Cowl and the Programmer had a shared history. They were almost like siblings in a way. Well, the Programmer and the Cowl’s sister were… close to be precise. Meaning that this mission wasn’t just reconnaissance. It was personal. I also agreed to this mission for two reasons.
The first being that if I’m going to meet this Programmer very often, I wanted to know as much about him as possible. Even if it was info that I didn’t think the Cowl deserved to know. The second reason was that doing this would give the Cowl no choice but to help the Master Chief on Requiem. I was just crossing my fingers, hoping that He was going to hold his end of the bargain.  
Two other human UNSC pelicans accompanied us aside from our modified police pelican. Each one contained effective fighters from different Earth’s that the Crimson Cowl had under his control. One pelican held fighters from Earth Psi. This included people named Cait, Codsworth, Paladin Danse, Deacon, Dogmeat, John Hancock, Robert Macready, Nick Valentine, Piper Wright, Preston Garvey, Strong, and X6-88.
The second pelican held a group that hailed from an alternate version of the UNSC from Earth Xi. Some of them are very serious, while the majority of them constantly idiotically bicker. Despite that all, they somehow get things done. These include Colonial Sarge, Lavernius Tucker, Richard Simmons, Michael Caboose, Dexter Grif, Freckles, Franklin Donut, Droid #01011331123/Lopez, Carolina Church, David Washington, Vanessa Kimball, Charles Palomo, John Andersmith, Frank DuFresne, Antoine Bitters, and Emily grey.
One candidate from Earth Psi volunteered to remain in our ship. Mostly because she was incredibly intrigued by how different we were from “normal” beings that she was familiar with. This candidate, who was placed into an early model of what Earth Psi called Synths. Her name was Curie. She was rather….interesting. She spoke in a very heavy French Human dialect, and had a deep fascination in the medical field. Despite being mechanical, she valued the physicality of organic beings above all else. She was going over her medicinal notes before Felix called out to us.


Felix Ion: Thank you for riding Ion airlines. We have reached destination of complete insanity. Please keep your arms and legs inside the pelican until we position ourselves in the proper place. Thank you.


Pepe Ion: You’re not a stuartest, Felix. We’re on a serious mission.


Felix Ion: Why not have a little fun on our little adventure?


Pepe Ion: A veces me pregunto si estoy en secreto la mayor.


Felix Ion: Quit yer belly achin, Pepe. How many missions have I been on as a cop?


Pepe didn’t want to answer, because knew that Felix was going to rub it in his face.


Pepe Ion: You’ve been on over twenty five missions.


Felix Ion: And how many have you been on?


Pepe Ion: …. Thirteen.


Michael Vey: We’re going to infiltrate a facility that belongs to someone that owns the Human race to save my family, and you two are having a dick measuring contest?


Felix Ion: What’s the matter? Jealous?


Michael Vey: I can still shock your ass, and remind you of what a taser feels like.


Curie: Perhaps I should conduct mental experiments to test their intelligence levels, and make sure that they are ready for this mission.


Frank West: Hey, lady. You didn’t have to come with us on this mission.


Curie: I want to see what medicinal advancements this Programmer kept from us so I can save countless lives. Imagine what we could do.


Michael Vey: So we have two Mobians that hardly count as cops, a journalist, a doctor, a freak of nature, a hacker, and that… thing. Something tells me that you’re not exactly prepared for a mission like this.


Pepe Ion: For your information, we’ve dealt with people trying to kill us every day. Have you ever been to Mexico City?


Michael Vey: I’ve been to Mexico. I know it works.


Pepe Ion: Not the same thing.


Curie: What do think about this, Vlado? You haven’t said a word the whole trip.


Me: Whoever this Programmer is only expects soldiers to break in his facility. What better way to infiltrate than with a group of people that hardly classify as such?


Frank West: That’s not exactly reassuring.


Me: It’s not supposed to be reassuring. It’s simply the truth. One that no one wants to hear.


Felix Ion: Are you saying that we can take whatever will be thrown at us in there?


Me: If we work together, I’m sure we might.


Unknown: Teamwork always pulls a group out of any situation. All we have to do is make sure we all make it back.  


Another passenger in the ship with us was someone that The Programmer wouldn’t have expected. A passenger that was one of his own. One of his would be pawns if it was found by the wrong people. A Terminator. During his quest of gathering potential assets, some Terminators were repurposed to serve a Human resistance that was fighting the mechanical threat on a parallel Earth. Once The Programmer discovered it, he easily destroyed the last of the resistance, took control of the A.I. known as Skynet, and took all of the Terminators off world. While following The Programmer’s tracks, The Crimson Cowl found the destroyed parallel world.
When there, he found a Terminator that was hidden under The Programmer’s sight. One that was designed to protect Human life. As it served under the cowl, it kept records of every single weapon it ever used. The machine became a useful tool to killing things like itself. A perfect symbol of fighting fire with fire. As time went on, it eventually learned emotion, became nearly Human, and adopted the name Arnold.


Me: Precisely, if we stop complaining and start focusing, we will make it through this.


Pepe Ion: How are we even going to get inside without being noticed by the security?


Me: That brings me the finest chance to try my latest creation.


I pulled out a metallic disc like device with a green button in the center out of my armour. I pressed the center button, and the device separated into parallel segments.


Frank West: What’s that?


Me: This is an experimental teleportation device.


Michael Vey: Doesn’t the UNSC have those already?


Me: This one is a little less obvious than a glowing green door. All I have to do is place the home plate here, and send the others on a flight path to a desired location. Once there, we just waltz on the home plate, and we’re there.


Frank West: Did you test it to see if it even works?


Me: ….No


Pepe Ion: Will it even work at all?


Me: You mean you don’t trust me?


Everyone stared at me looking unamused.


Me: If no one hurts it, it’ll be fine.


Curie: But that is merely a prototype. What will happen if it malfunctions?


I pulled up a holographic screen on my arm gauntlet to input destinations in the facility.


Me: If the teleporter fails to do what it’s supposed to do, chances are that every single one of our molecules will be separated from our bodies, and will be scattered across time and space.


Everyone was then flushed with horrified looks.


Me: Relax. I’m only joking. Somewhat.


Pepe Ion: What are the chances of that happening?


Arnold: The chances of us dying of teleportation failure is a sixty nine point four two percent.


Michael Vey: Good to know that the numbers are on our side.


Me: Worst comes to worse? We ditch all of this, and never speak of it again.


Frank West: Agreed.


Giving everybody confidence slightly eased the tension. As the pelican entered the atmosphere, the hatch began to open. Felix called out to me.


Felix Ion: Alright! Time to test out your new toy! We are far from the facility’s weapon range! Once you find what you’re looking for, you have to find your own way out! The Psi and Xi pelicans will only provide so much of a distraction for you! I’ll be able to help you as you leave!


Pepe Ion: Don’t sound too heroic, Felix! You’re only holding the bird because you’re too lazy to help us in the facility!


Felix Ion: You know me too well, Pepe!


I activated the teleporter for me and my team.


Me: Everyone activate your cloaking devices, and jump in.


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The group walked into the teleporter, dividing the group into separate segments. Curie, Arnold, and I set course to the control room, while the others went to the prison and armory. I jumped in after everyone else.
Passing through a teleporter can feel very strange if you’re not used to it. As quantum physics decides to take ahold of your body, and defies what we perceive what is possible or not. The feeling of briefly not existing. It can feel exciting. Or maybe it’ll feel terrifying. It differs per person. If you’re comfortable with the thought of every molecule of you body being split apart, feel comfortable fantasizing over it. But if the thought scares you, it’s best not to think about it too much.
The teleporters that the Humans of the UNSC developed may seem impossible, but they are merely micro slipspace portals. The ones that I developed are a little more complex. Transferring every atom of multiple beings would normally require digital storage space stretching out through multiple universes. But thanks to a force imbued kyber crystal that I got by outsmarting the Invisible Market acting as a power source, things became a little easier when making mine.
My friends and I made it to our scheduled locations. The feeling of being re atomized made me feel a little sick. Like my organs weren’t in the proper place. I think I may have forgotten to carry the three. As we entered the facility, dozens of Terminator guards were blocking the door to the control room. Making it nearly impossible to enter. We just had to wait for our cue.
After waiting for what felt like an hour, an explosion could be heard could be heard off in the distance. Our cue. Most of the guards left to investigate. Four of them stayed behind. To deal with them, I threw another one of my contraptions at one of the guards, and spider like legs sprung out to latch onto one of them. As it grabbed ahold of the guards, the other three jolted to life, and aimed their plasma rifles in my direction. Before they could fire, bolts of electricity shot out of the first guard, and entered the other three. Their eyes flashed from red to green. I turned off my cloaking device to see if my hacker drone worked.
Terminators may seem like stubbornly durable tanks that don’t ever die. But they have a glaring weakness. They’re quickly mass produced. Making them easily turnable to any side. One of the guards walked up to me, awaiting an order. I looked to the control room’s entrance.  


Curie: Vlado! What are you doing?!


Me: Making new friends.


Arnold: Will they now help us?


Me: Only one way to find out.


We all turned our cloaks off, knowing that the guards wouldn’t attack. I began to speak to one of them.


Me: May you please open the door for us?


The Terminator looked at the other guards. They all nodded to each other. They approached the door, sunk all their fingers in a gap in the center, and pried the door open. They opened the door enough for a person to fit through, but the door was too damaged to close again. I was glad to later realize that there was more than one set of doors.  


Me: Everyone in.


Curie went in first. But before Arnold and I went in, I noticed something in the corner of my eye. I looked and saw someone standing at the end of the hall over one hundred feet away. It wasn’t even mechanical in any way. It was… Human.
The Human wore a green and yellow stripped shirt coupled with what looked like dark brown khakis, and red eyes. It looked more feminine than not, and it hardly looked like a young adult for it’s size. At first I assumed it was an illusion. But then she began to speak.


Chara Dreemurr: I should have known that the explosion wasn’t an accident.


The Human neared closer, and pulled a bloodstained worn dagger from a sheath on her thigh.


Chara Dreemurr: You don’t belong here.


Me: I should say the same for you.


Chara Dreemurr: Get out before I make you wish you never came here.


Preposterous I thought. Not feeling at all intimidated by the Human’s presence, I aimed my double barreled pistol at the Human, and fired. The bullets flew toward the Human, but she was not hit. In fact, she reacted to the bullets so fast, she slashed her dagger through them. This did not give her an advantage, however. She had actually fell into my trap. The bullets she sliced held manganese in them. Cutting them in half caused them to explode like flashbang grenades. Blinding her for a few moments. She cupped one of her hands over her eyes, and grunted in annoyance.


Chara Dreemurr: It’s gonna take a lot more than that to take me down!


Growing tired of the Human’s shenanigans, Arnold pulled a grenade launcher from his back, aimed at her direction, and fired. To react, all the Human did was cover herself with her arms, and prepared to be hit. The grenade’s impact responded with a blinding flash, and tongues of fire engulfing her. The explosion blew both of her arms off, left a hole in her abdomen, and gruesomely scarred her face. That was that. I had thought that the potential threat was dealt with. I was mistaken. We were about to walk into the door. But I instead saw something unsettling.
Arnold and I looked to where the Human was to hear a constant shuffling sound. The Human began to stand as a dark, oil like liquid began to gush profusely from her body. The ooze covered her wounds, reshaped and took on shape to replace her organs and limbs. When her body fully reconstructed itself, she wiped the soot from her face, and patted it off her shirt. She picked up her now burnt dagger, and pointed it in our direction.


Chara Dreemurr: I wasn’t joking when I told you to leave.


I looked over at the Terminators that I had under my influence.


Me: Guards!


All four of them looked at me.


Me: Attack the threat, and cover us!


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The guards nodded their heads, aimed their plasma rifles at the Human, and fired while nearing closer to her. She successfully dodged and sliced through many of the bolts, but quickly became overwhelmed.
Arnold rushed inside the broken door, and I wasn’t far behind. I opened a holo screen, entered a series of codes, and activated a pair of blast doors behind the regular doors. Afterword, I turned around to see a more interesting sight.

Screens. Screens of data regarding the galaxy holding the Halos, as well as others. The fountains of data was irresistible. I grabbed a flash drive like device out of my pocket, and plugged it into the mainframe. I quickly adapted to the keys, and filtered through any valuable information. The result payed off rather well.
There were documents about other facilities that the Programmer had in his possession, and their exact locations, documents about the other dimensions that the Programmer was manipulating at the time, and the massive otherworldly naval fleets in his possession. I downloaded all the documents, and enabled a killswitch in the power system. One document in particular described the betrayal of a former UNSC marine named Alex Mason.
The document said that he was on a plane that was destroyed by Human insurrectionists. Mason was also recently affiliated with a man named Vennettilli before the plane was destroyed. The terrorists in question didn’t have any previous rebellion involvement. *Ahem* Sorry. It feels strange saying that with a bad context. And according to the document, Vennettilli and the Programmer used to be business partners.
After they reached an disagreement in something, Vennettilli threatened the Programmer by exposing information about him to the whole galaxy. The Programmer sent agents to kill  him off. Mason was the only one that survived the crash. His codename after his cybernetic implantations was named “Slasher”.
Upon further analysis, he was not the only one either. There were apparently multiple Slashers. Well experienced Human fighters that suffered horrible accidents, and were transformed into abominations. Mechanical husks that would blindly accept his orders. Until now that is.
I wondered what the Slashers would do if they learned the truth. I sent those specific documents to them. Wherever they were. Mason was on a gas giant’s moon. The others were in a holding facility far from where we were. I disabled the facility to let them freely roam the vast universe. Whether or not it was the right choice was for time to tell. I also placed one of my patented THVs (Tarantula Hawk Virus) into the mainframe for a safety measure.
After successfully downloading everything I wanted to know, I removed the drive from the mainframe. I activated my comlink and pistol expecting trouble.  


Me: Pepe. Come in. We’ve secured the data we need, and disabled a security to the prison. Where are you?


Pepe Ion: We’re on much thicker ice thanks to you, Vlado. We released all of the prisoners, and Michael found his precious clan. We’re arming them now, and let me tell you. There’s quite a chorros of cool shit here. We’ll be leaving from the main exit.


Me: Negative. The entire guard force is there. I have an easier way of getting you all to the pelicans.


Pepe Ion: Please don’t tell me it’s using the teleporter again. Because going through it gave me dolor de estómago masivo.


Me: Don’t be a baby. Time isn’t on our side, and I’m not asking. Oh. And stomach pains are just a minor side effect. But if it continues, you may get collin issues later.


Pepe Ion: Voy a patearte el culo cuando volvamo--


Pepe was cut off, and was sent to the pelicans with the others. Arnold, Curie, and I were the last ones.


Curie: Splendid! We have everything we need! I can hardly contain myself with the thought of the rigorous experiments that I will conduct.


I tapped buttons on my holoscreen to send them one there way. But then I heard something. Something deep in my mind was speaking to me with a strong, yet calming voice.


Calming voice: Look to your right.


I looked, and saw an object in the center of the room that we never took the time to look at. A bright yellow glowing heart shaped gemstone trapped in a tube shaped vial plugged into large cables. Some documents briefly touched on it, but I wasn’t going to believe anything until I got a closer look at it.


Curie: Vlado? What on earth are you doing? We need to leave!


Me: First of all, we’re not on Earth. Secondly, I saw something that may help us a great deal. I’m going to investigate.


Curie: This is ludicrous! We must leave!


I gave Curie the drive.


Me: Take this, and bring it to the Cowl. I’ll be right behind you.


Curie: Don’t take long.


Me: I won’t.


I inputted the coordinates, and Curie and Arnold disappeared. I approached the gemstone. It spoke to me as I grew closer. It asked me if I wanted to bring Justice to whoever was doing this. I told it if it was what it said it was, I would allow it to help me. It told me that the Programmer was harvesting it as a power source, and there were six others like it. Possibly more.
I punched through the vile to grab the stone, but the alarms didn’t go off. I pulled the stone to my chest, and I felt something exhilarating. When I grabbed the stone, it’s power flooded into me. All of my senses were enhanced, and every cell in my body tingled with the beautiful sensation. The power made me feel more alive than I ever did in years before.
The stone tried to go the extra mile, and merge itself into my very being. I still wonder to this day why I refused. The stone’s power had given me the unnaturally high dopamine levels that I have always craved. I would I reject the offer? Perhaps it was the fact that these feelings were not my own. Perhaps it was the possible eventuality that I would become too dependent on it to feel for me.
My teleporter would have to cool down if I didn’t want it to reach critical failure. Especially after sending every prisoner to the dropships that were picking us up. I tried to look for a place to hide until it cooled off. But then I realized something. The sound of the guards’ plasma rifles stopped. The jolting sound of a hard thud made me jump. I quickly looked behind myself. The burnt dagger stabbed through the blast door.
As a circular hole began to be carved out, the gem glew with it’s power, and a yellow energy revolver resonated in my hand adjacent to my double-barrel pistol hand. The gem told me that the energy gun was the only thing that could heart her. By the time the small hole was cut, the Human’s glowing red eye poked through.


Chara Dreemurr: KNOCK KNOCK, FUCKERS! MAMA’S HERE!


I aimed the energy gun in the hole, and fired several rounds.


Me: Nobody’s home.


I run out of a door near the terminals, and went off to one of the hangars. The door I used to leave the terminals forcefully locked itself, which began to concern me. It was there! The hangar I thought. But right before I reached it, a massive door slammed itself in front of me.
I pulled up a holoscreen to disable it, but something was forcing me out of the system. As if another hacker was in it, and was trying to keep me inside. I ran the opposite direction to find another way out. But as I gained enough distance, another door slammed shut in front of me.
Growing furious, I activated another holoscreen. I activated my THV that I placed in the system, and power to the entire facility shut down. Unfortunately, I only doomed myself.
Turning everything off was exactly what he wanted. For once in my life, I was the one being played. I had had unknowingly set a trap for myself. The door lost it’s grip, and sprung open. When the door opened, my heart sunk to my groin, and I wished that it was still closed.
For the first time ever, I had meet him. I had come face to face with the Programmer himself. His body shimmered silver with six large arms. His face looked like the shifting faceplate of a helmet. The worst of it was his eyes. His gaze felt like it burned a hole in my soul. It was blood red with dark pupils that glew brighter than the Human’s. But this encounter took a turn.
When the Programmer looked at me, he wasn’t even angry. It looked more like a feeling of gladness and relief. As if we had met at some point before. His arms opened in a frighteningly unexpected welcoming gesture.


The Programmer: Ah! Vlado! It is so nice to finally meet you again after all this time!


=====//Document over//=======================================


(Author’s note): I do not own the attributes to any film, or video game industries, or any form of internet media that will be introduced, mentioned, or referenced throughout The Unity. Any material that didn’t originate from any electronic or written media, whether it’d be from film, internet, or otherwise was thought up by me, thus is owned by me.
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Location: The Unknown Regions

Human Time: 1545 hours/ 3:45 pm

Writer: The Examiner


   Jason, Addison, Chin, R3, Pan, TZ, and Themba rushed the Star Fox team to their ship, while Zola and Jumper stayed on the Great Fox capital ship to keep the pursuing fleet occupied as long as possible. After firing the main canons, many of the enemy fleet’s ships were destroyed rather quickly. Both Jumper and Zola were very impressed by this. Especially since the Great Fox was about the size of a heavy cruiser.

Despite their best efforts to get the Marauders and the Star Fox team as far away from their current location, Imperial 1 class Star Destroyers came out of hyperspace. All of them focused their fire on the Great Fox, seemingly unaware of the escaping bounty hunters and their former prey. As the ship once used by the Star Fox team went out in a blaze while giving damage to the destroyers shooting it down, the hunters locked in their planned coordinates, and escaped through hyperspace. In the bridge of one of the destroyers stood the hologram of Knell with Troy Marshall standing by his side.


Knell the Butcher: I really do hate wasting potential. I really wanted to fight alongside them. But I will not allow arrogance to live on when it won’t finish the job just to aim the weapons I give it back at my face.


Troy Marshall: At least you leave trackers in your weapons.


Knell the Butcher: That reminds me. Did they escape the Great Fox?


Troy Marshall: Yes. The 720 freighter we gave them left the ship. But according to our scans, two of them didn’t make it.


Knell the Butcher: A noble sacrifice.


Troy Marshall: We can’t just let them leave. I should send a fleet to follow.

   

Knell the Butcher: No! I am getting ever so closer to controlling the New Republic and whatever is left of the Empire. I don’t want to spark another war. Not yet.


Troy Marshall: It will be a severe mistake if we don’t kill them now.  


Knell the Butcher: Their leader was trained by Boba Fett. The current warlord of nearly all Mandalorians. This essentially makes the Marauder leader a full Mandalorian. Killing Jason Urn in Mandalorian territory may anger Fett and the others enough to challenge us. This will also break the loyalty of the Mandalorians that we have in our control.


Troy Marshall: Not if we kill him and his little friends before they get there.


Knell the Butcher: Send scouts to hunt them. Once they’re found, bait them to the nearest asteroid field, and ambush them with an Immobilizer so they can’t escape.


Troy Marshall: Will do. I’ll let you know if anything comes up.


Knell the Butcher: If you get the chance to kill them, do it quickly. Once you’re done, send an invasion fleet to take over what those little Cornerians call the Lylat system. Their planets can’t defend against us, and will provide a stable frontier to hold off any other forces.


Troy Marshall: You won’t have to worry about that.


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   As the 720 freighter flew threw the streams of hyperspace, the Marauders had a moment to breathe. Jason, Addison, and Chin sat at the pilot station. R3 and TZ nursed the Star Fox leader, while Themba, Pan, and Jalo kept an eye on the other members of the team. They took the time to take in everything that has happened. Image result for hyperspace


Addison Zeph: Hey boss? I don’t wanna tell you how you do your job, but maybe you should have  pulled the trigger.


Chin Ada: Adi! Don’t say that! Boss makes the ultimate decision on what he does with his targets.


Jason Urn: He’s right. If I did, Zalo and Jumper would still be alive. But I didn’t. We have a right to miss them, but we can’t let dwelling on our past get in the way of what we have to do now.


Addison Zeph: You’re right.  They would have wanted it that way.  Sorry for nudging you.


   The station was momentarily overflowing with silence.


Chin Ada: So. What now?


Jason Urn: I am sick of blindly following orders just to get our boys killed. Now we do things our own way. We are going to throw that Knell guy off of his big chair, and take down all of his big shots one by one. It’s time we show the galaxy what the Marauders a truly made of.


Chin Ada: I like the sound of that. This could be really fun!


Addison Zeph: But we’re going to need help. And I don’t how willing these Star Fox guys are willing to help us out after we almost killed their leader.


Jason Urn: I’ll take care of that. I will talk to them, and see how they feel about it. If they don’t want to help us, then I know others that can help us. You two stay here.


Chin and Adi: Good luck. You’re gonna need it.


Jason Urn: No kidding.


   The Human leader of the Marauders left the other hunters alone in hopes of talking sense into the Star Fox team into helping them on their journey. The human walked out of the cockpit to reach the lounge port. Once there, he was greeted by the faces of several members of the Star Fox team. There was a blue feathered pheasant, a green frog, a blue female fox, and a red female fox. They did not look happy. Rather than faces of gratefulness, the Human hunter was greeted with faces of aversion and hostility. As the human neared closer, the blue fox quickly walked toward him, and punched him as hard as possible on the left side of his face. He couldn’t help but notice that the woman’s fist had a ring on it. Pan quickly drew on of his blasters, and aimed it toward her. Jason fought not to punch back.


Blue Fox: That was for Fox!


Pan Krell: Do that again, and your head gets blown off.


Blue Pheasant: You wanna see how well that’ll work for you, pal?


Pan Krell: You’re damn right I do.


Red Fox: There’s a lot of ways to take out  someone that has a blaster.


Pan Krell: Mind coming over here, and showing me some of them?


Green Frog: Guys! Stop fighting! We have enough issues going on as it is!


Jason Urn: He’s right. Stop this pointless bickering now.


Red Fox: Or what?


   The Human hunter points at his former targets.


Jason Urn: We could have thrown you all in one of this ship’s escape pods, and given you all up to the guy that’s chasing us down right now. I argued against it.


Blue Pheasant: You’re gonna need to work on your forgiveness speeches, pal.


Jason Urn: I know that you may never forgive me for what I’ve done. I don't expect you to. But if we don’t agree to work together, we’re all as good as dead.


Blue Fox: That’s not very reassuring.


Jason Urn: We don’t exactly have a lot of options. SO unless you have a better idea, I suggest we start getting along.


   Suddenly, a voice from one of the Cornerians. One that had a lightish brown tint of fur. One that was severely injured. The leader of the Star Fox team. Fox Mccloud.


Fox Mccloud: He’s right. Killing each other here would probably be doing this person’s work for him.


   The mercenary leader limps out of one of the crew quarters. The Cornerian wore nothing but green pants, and his white pilot jacket covering his shoulders, while exposing his chest and abs. Jason thought that it was a little showoff ish. TZ-24, and the Star Fox medical droid, Wimo escorted him to the others. Tubes were sticking out of Mccloud’s chest, injecting him with bacta.


Blue Fox: Fox! Are you alright!


Fox Mccloud: I’m actually much better now, Krystal.  This bacta stuff does wonders.


Jason Urn: You seem to take it well.


Krystal Mccloud: Good. I’m glad you’re feeling better.


Fox Mccloud: No thanks to these guys.


   The mercenary looks at the hunter.


Fox Mccloud: Thank you, though. If you didn’t save us back there, whoever’s chasing us would have caught us completely off guard.


Jason Urn: I’m very sorry for almost killing you. I hope that there is something I can do to make it up to you.


Fox Mccloud: Well, you can start off with telling me exactly who this person is that’s chasing us.


Jason Urn: Let’s just start off first with telling me all your names. That way we can get to know each other a little more.


Green Frog: Slippy Toad.


Blue Pheasant: Falco Lombardi.


Red Fox: Nora Leslie.



Jason Urn: Alright. I’ll start from the beginning.


   The Human rounded up the mercenaries, and told them about who exactly they were, and where they came from. They told them that their Lylat System was a part of wild space of the galaxy that the hunters came from. Since Cornerian society was cloaked by undetectable anomalies, they were able to remain completely isolated from the founding of the Jedi, to the rise and fall of the Galactic Empire. But when it came to the employer of the hunters, they didn’t really know anything about him other than his name being Knell, and his very possible plans for taking over the entire galaxy that they came from within. Including where the Star and Crimson Fox groups came from. In hopes of stopping Knell from talking Corneria as well as the rest of the Lylat System, the mercenaries agreed to form a partnership with the foreign hunters.


Fox Mccloud: Krystal? Should we trust him?


   The Cornerian, Krystal reached out with her telepathic abilities, but couldn’t fully read his thoughts and emotions. All it really did was give the Human a headache.


Krystal Mccloud: Odd. I can’t read him. But his group trusts him. I don’t think we have much of a choice.


Fox Mccloud: We have to rendezvous with the Cornerian army. They’ll know how to defend themselves. We’ve handled galaxy threatening forces before.


Jason Urn: Not a good idea. If Knell still wants you dead, he’ll probably attack specifically Corneria just to lure you out. We are gonna have to lay back in the shadows.


Nora Leslie: We can’t just sit here, and do nothing.


Jason Urn: We won’t have to. If we want to take this guy down, we have to hit him where it hurts. And I know just the place.


Pan Krell: The Eclipse.


Jason Urn: Exactly. If Knell wants to take over the Lylat System, The Eclipse would be the perfect tool to overthrow an unprepared planet defense force. It’s not yet finished, but one shot from it’s super laser can destroy any ship or station of any size. Shields and hull.


Falco Lombardi: Well what are we waiting for? Let’s get to it!


Jason Urn: It looks like Knell has Imperial ships in his disposal. If we want to take him down, we’ll have to get them off of us.


Slippy Toad: What should we do?


Jason Urn: We’re going to come out of hyperspace. Once we do, we’ll hide in a nearby asteroid field. At least until the coast is clear.


Fox Mccloud: If there’s a tracker on the ship, than those Star Destroyers won’t be far behind.


Jason Urn: I wouldn’t worry about that. Their fighters can’t travel through hyperspace, and the Destroyers aren’t fast enough to catch up to us.


   Suddenly, the freighter started shaking.


Pan Krell: It’s too late! He’s already caught up to us!


Addison Zeph: Boss! You gotta see this!


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Curious as to whatever was attacking them, both the Marauders and Star Fox teams piled into the bridge of the freighter to see. They saw green flashes of blaster fire, and the iconic screaming howl of a TIE Fighter’s engines. A squadron of Imperial fighters swarmed all over. But were not like normal TIEs. The wings were slanted and crooked. The metal frames holding the cockpits were also stretched out.


Miyu Lynx: What are those things?


Chin Ada: They’re TIEs. Fighters mass produced by the Empire.


Nora Leslie: I thought you said that their fighters can’t follow us!


Chin Ada: They can’t! TIEs can barely travel a light year without Destroyers holding their hand.


Jason Urn: Scouts.


Fox Mccloud: What?


Jason Urn: They’re a type of TIE that inspect possible enemy bases. Looks like Knell makes friends fast.


   In seconds, the TIE scouts circle around and unload more green blaster bolts. Seeing an asteroid field nearby, the Human hunter jumped in the pilot station, and grabbed the main steering wheel.


Jason Urn: Somebody get on those laser cannons! I’ll try to lose them in the asteroids.


TZ-24- What should we do with these mercenaries?


Jason Urn: Until we get out of here, they’ll be our friends.


Addison Zeph: Boss! Something’s coming out of hyperspace!


   Before the freighter reached the asteroids, an Imperial Immobilizer came into view.


Jason Urn: Fire the sonic charges!


Addison Zeph: Firing charge now!


   As the Immobilizer sprayed it’s green bolts at the freighter. The Marauders spun their ship around, and disengaged both of its escape pods to float passed the ship’s shields. As it floated closer to the Immobilizer, all of the freighter’s power was put into it’s thrusters . The Imperial ship foolishly tries to shoot down the pods, but when they ruptured, massive blue disc shaped pulses burst out. The discs cut through the hull like butter, and shattered the gravity well generators like eggs. Escape seemed within arms reach, three Imperial class Star Destroyers, and a CR90 corvette of all things came into view in front of them.


TZ-24- Sir. They have us surrounded. I think we should surrender before they kill us.


Addison Zeph: Wait! They’re trying to contact us.


Unknown voice: Hello? Can anyone hear this? This is Captain N of the FarStar and three Evacuators filled with civilians. We just escaped a full scale invasion of our homeworld, and are in desperate need of help. Does anyone copy? Over.


   Whoever was speaking over the coms sounded professional, but yet sounded shaken up by the invasion that they mentioned.


Jason Urn: This is Jason Urn. Leader of the Marauders. We hear your distress call, and are willing to lend a hand. We actually need a little help ourselves.


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   He leaves his Terminator factory facility on Dwarka alone for his pawns to take care of it for one day, and an attack is launched on it to steal valuable information. Prisoners from the facility’s cells escape with those that planned the attack, and a large group of individuals that can hardly be called soldiers penetrated the defenses, and were now attempting to escape with knowledge on facilities scattered throughout the rest of the galaxy. Decades of well crafted secrecy could go down the drain, and the truth of complete control of both ONI and the UNSC were on the brink of being exposed to every man, woman, and child. Even information regarding one of his best assassins, Slasher received an audio log admitting that he was the one behind the plane crash, and was transformed Alex Mason into a cyborg.  Everything possible was weighing down on him. Despite all of this, only one thing from all of this concerned The Programmer. A lowly hacker named Vlado. Me. Only when he arrived to the facility did I realize why he was so obsessed with me above all else.


Matthew Koen: It would be best if we destroy the facility. Going there puts you in danger.


The Programmer: You’re not changing my mind, Matthew. I’m still going. Nothing will stop me.


=====//Document over//=======================================



(Author’s note): I do not own the attributes to any film, or video game industries, or any form of internet media that will be introduced, mentioned, or referenced throughout The Unity. Any material that didn’t originate from any electronic or written media, whether it’d be from film, internet, or otherwise was thought up by me, thus is owned by me.
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