[b]Lost in my thoughts... | Unknown Location[/b] It was almost midnight, Lycan was still wide awake, staring off into the canyon beneath him. The full moons rays shining bright on Lycan's armor, a cold breeze moving the leaves beneath his feet. Frost forming on the dead branches of trees and blades of grass, making them twinkle in the moonlight. December... the month you spend time with loved ones. Sadly some people didn't have that, family, someone to spend their Christmas morning with. But Lycan was used to it by now, spending his Christmas receiving nothing but bad thoughts... and constant death. He just stood there, not moving a muscle, looking down into the barren landscape beneath him. But even this didn't help, it just reminded him of before. When he was in Iraq. His boots kicking up mud as he ran, gunfire happening all around him, the cold morning air pushing against his face, dew forming on his rifle. He needed to find cover, fast. Bullets whizzing by his body forcing him to flinch, digging themselves into the ground behind him. He leaps for cover, dirt smearing all over his clothes as he does it, checking his magazine making sure he has enough ammo. The M4 was his weapon of choice, the one he did the most damage with, plain old iron sights and default magazine. The only thing custom about it was the paint he had on it, a wolf, he loved those things. Just the way they'd hunt together, never leaving a man behind unless it was absolutely necessary. As a kid he always wanted one as a pet, and when he got his first husky, he adored it to pieces. He would show it all the love in the world, until one day, it passed away. He fires into the group of men charging at him, killing two, maybe three of them. But they kept charging, shooting anything they saw, anything that wasn't their own. Lycan stands up and continues to fire at the group, but a bullet hits his rifle, breaking it. He ducks down again, looking for another weapon he could possibly use, but nothing. He notices two thick branches laying on the ground to his left, two sharp stones, and a clothes line. He springs up and runs to the branches, picking them up as he takes down the rope, then grabbing the stones. Running inside a destroyed house he ties everything together, fashioning two axes to his liking, he swings them around to make sure they don't fall apart. Surprisingly, they don't. Running, he jumps out of one of the windows, down into the battlefield below. As he lands he charges at the group of soldiers who were shooting at him before. One man glances at him right as Lycan embeds an axe into his throat, pulling it out he drives it into another man's skull. The rest of them start to notice, so Lycan grabs one of the soldiers bodies and uses it has a human shield as they fire at him. When they stop to reload Lycan pushes the body towards the soldiers, they grab the body preventing it from hitting the ground. Lycan steps on the dead man's back, then boosts himself into the air kicking one of the men in the head. Then dropping down, snapping the man's neck. The others stare for a second, then start to run, but Lycan catches up, embedding one of his axes into a man's spine. The other going into one of their skulls. Only one man was left running, crying for help, but before he even made it ten yards away from his dead comrades Lycan throws one of his axes at him, sending it directly into his back. He falls over, yelling in pain, Lycan walks up behind him and repeatedly smashes the man's skull. Leaving nothing but brain matter, pieces of skull, and flesh on the ground. His clothes are now covered in more than just dirt, blood, water from the dew on the ground. He was a mess, both physically and emotionally, he doesn't know how or why he did that. It just, happened. Suddenly bonds are put on his wrists, apparently he didn't kill all of them. But, he still does as they say, getting into the back of their vehicle so they can take him back to their HQ where Lycan would be interrogated... and possibly tortured. When they arrived Lycan was immediately thrown into a cell. Dust forming into a cloud as his body hit the floor. The small space had a wet musty smell to it, making Lycan cover his nose with the collar of his shirt so he couldn't smell it. About two hours later a soldier takes Lycan to another room, and inside this room was a table, one chair, and a rope hanging from the ceiling. The room itself wasn't pretty, the concrete walls were falling apart, blood stains scattered throughout the room. Foliage started to grow out of the cracks in the floor, instruments of torture were displayed on one of the walls, varying from small knives, to pliers, to saws, and even bats. All in which were covered in blood. A few minutes pass and someone actually enters the room, he's wearing a black suit with a red tie, he even has a handkerchief in his pocket, directly on the left side of his chest. He puts his hands on the table, then looks Lycan directly in the eyes. "What's your name?" The man says. "Private Welsh." Lycan replies. "Hm, Welsh, what an interesting name... do you think anyone with remember it?" The man grabs a saw from one of the walls. "Yes. Yes I do." Lycan says, trying to hide the fear in his voice. "You think highly of yourself, that's good. Really good," The man holds down on one of Lycan's hands, putting the saw directly on top, "Now I'm going to ask a few questions, and if you do not answer, you lose a hand. Do you understand?" "Y-yes. I understand." "Good. So, where are the rest of your friends hiding, because we couldn't find any trace of them in that battlefield." "I-I don't know." Lycan starts to shake. The man pushes down on the saw, cutting into Lycan's skin, "Are you sure you don't know?" "Yes! Yes I'm sure!" Lycan screams in terror. "I don't believe you," He pushes the saw down harder, cutting deeper and deeper into Lycan's wrist. He starts sawing away at his bone as Lycan screams, thrashing in pain, "Shh, shh. It's okay, it will be done soon." He continues to saw off Lycan's hand, until it finally disconnects from the rest of his arm, blood gushing everywhere. "-blam!-!" Lycan screams. "ARE YOU GOING TO TELL ME!" The man screams back. "I DON'T -blam!-ING KNOW WHERE THEY ARE!" He takes the saw again, and starts digging into Lycan's other wrist, disconnecting it from his other arm. Lycan let's out a cry of pain as he tries to stop the blood from his wrists. Another soldier walks in with bandages and first aid and patches up Lycan's wrists. "Throw him out somewhere far away, we have no use for him here." The man says walking out of the room. The door closes, and Lycan's screams can be heard from behind the steel door. Until they become completely silent, never to be heard by anyone again. [spoiler]Feedback would be appreciated.[/spoiler]

Chapter 7 retrospective: "One of Many Ends" [spoiler]before you ask, I know I've done this stupid crap of a post before, but I feel it deserved to be remastered...[/spoiler] [b]A puncture hole in the HRUNTING armor was easily exposed as Headshot rises from the slightly red river, do to his blood. He clutches the hole as he slowly approaches a Forerunner structure. He sees a glowing console-like system. He approaches it with caution as it glows even more. [/b] "What the..." [b]He places his hands gently on the console as an energy aura goes around it as it teleports him to the Golden City. He gets to his normal position. [/b] "NOT THIS AGAIN!" [b]He pulls out an assault rifle as he looks around with extreme caution. A man of similar physique approaches him. He aims the Assault rifle at him. The man plays by raising his hands up in the air. [/b] " [i]Oh! You caught me, woe is me![/i]" "What..?" "[i]You've forgotten, why am I not surprised?[/i]" "I didn't mean for any of this-" " [i]Shut the -blam!- up about your lies, Noah. You don't know how it feels to be me![/i]" [b]The rouge then pulls out his magnum and raises it to Headshot's helmet. He drops the assault rifle as he readies is T261 Lucifer Gatling Gun as it's priming sound goes off. [/b] "A duel?" "To the death, Louis..." "Splendid!" [b]The Headhunter fires off his magnum as the bullets ping off the HRUNTING armor.[/b] "But how?!" [b]Headshot thrusts toward the Headhunter as he smacks him across the helmet with the T261. Louis grasps his helmet as 5mm rounds go off in blaze at the rouge as he swiftly evades the hellstorm. A claymore launches from his gauntlet at a wall. Louis then fires at it, detonating prematurely. Headshot flies up in the air as he targets Louis, and fires off a 110mm Explosive round at him. The smoke, ash, clear from the area. No one was visible after the clearing.[/b] "I think... it's done." [b]He looks behind himself, to still see nothing. A sudden piercing sound was heard. Metal going with the hardlight as the two merge. The Headhunter had his rather handy Promethean technology to support him.[/b] "GAHHH!!!" [b]Headshot swings a good ninety degrees, forcing Louis away.[/b] "Haha! No one said [i]being fair.[/i]" [b]He forces his M45 Tactical Slug shotgun off his back, as he fires, it shreds through the supposedly "unstoppable" armor. He forces himself out of the armor. He picks back the assault rifle as he fires at Louis. His shots break through the shield as The Headhunter throws a flash grenade at his rival. Headshot becomes blinded temporarily, magnum shots break trough his shields. The two shieldless, they unsheathe their combat knifes. [/b] [b]The two sprint up to each other, beginning their final clash. Headshot rapidly parries Louis' swipes and incoming stabs do to his enhanced reflexes, which the Headhunter also has. The Headhunter brings his knife towards Headshot's chest but he brings his forearm up, but the knife digs into the forearm. Headshot lowers down and thrusts the knife into the Headhunter's stomach. Both scream in the heat of battle.[/b] :We can end here and now!" "NOT UNTIL I HAVE YOUR HEAD!" [b]Headshot uppercuts the Headhunter with his good arm, as he pulls the knife from his forearm and throws it, as it slides to the side. The Headhunter gets up as he removes the knife from his stomach area, blood engulfed the knife.[/b] [b]Headshot punches Louis across the face as it breaks the visor. The force sends his head to the side.[/b] "You sly mother-blam!-er..." [b]He pulls Headshot toward him, as he proceeds to knee him. The attacks proves successful as he sends Headshot to the ground. He lights his Hardlight blade, "the Knight's Edge".[/b] "All this time, people have left me to the dust, you had no acknowledgment towards it, we where like brothers. Now times have changed, now a prejudice burns inside me. Now you'll receive the pain I had for a near decade! Now you shall die for me, your peace will come once you go to hell." [b]He picks Headshot off the ground by his collar. The blade burns with it radiant orange glow, a symbol of death, to those unfortunate to have met the Headhunter's wrath. [/b] "Allow me to explain, you hubris piece of-!" "Enough talk, let Death himself speak for me. Welcome to hell [i]old friend...[/i]" [b]He impales Headshot through the chest with full force, a lung pierced, two ribs broken in the process. He sent Headshot down to his knees, he wheezed gasping for air. He then decapitates Headshot with the Hardlight blade. The head rolls onto the street, he gracefully takes his trophy that was well earned. Blood squirted from what was left of Headshot's neck. He then returns to his Broadsword as it had a small trophy case, as he sticks the Head with the helmet attached into a small, metal pike. He cackles towards his work, blood stained his armor, a memory that will never leave his mind. He would care less of his actions that where committed. He was fully aware of any bounties that would be placed on his head...[/b] "Work here has concluded, for now..." [spoiler]Closed. Feedback is most welcome here.[/spoiler]

[i]Location: War Fortress Caliph[/i] After being reoccupied by the Void Wolves and the Sons of Ymir, [i]Caliph[/i] has been massively reinforced and fortified. The former fortifications have been bolstered with three Macrocannon emplacements, several batteries of point-defense weaponry, as well a modified Void Shield. Able to pound anything within range into dust, and protected from similar retaliation, the Fortress and its keepers sit in waiting for a force foolish enough to attack.

[b]days gone by[/b] [b]BOOM![/b] An explosion goes off beside the soldiers. "They got the captain!" [b]"shit"[/b] Kovington looked down at the man who had been his comrade. [b]"he deserved better"[/b] Kovington growls They had been pinned down for weeks, these chaos marines taking them out one by one. He rounds the corner with an rpg and fires it taking out a small group of marines. [b]"for the imperium!" [/b] Kovington comes fully around the corner revving his chainaxes and hacking into his enemies. His three remaining men rev their chain swords and come around the corner as well. [spoiler]open Infiltrate and save them or help chaos[/spoiler]

[b]Chapter One[/b] Days? Weeks? Who knows anymore, time doesn't matter at this point, all that matters is getting what he came for. The facility was right across the valley from him, it was very large taking up most of the mountain, actually, "very large" was an understatement. The place was massive, walls scaling about 200 feet tall on each side. Four towers on each wall, spotlights shining into the valley below, manned turrets scanning the lite up areas in search of movement. Helicopters flying in and out of the hanger, jeeps driving around, making sure things stay in order. Groups of soldiers practicing their close quarters combat and shooting in the courtyard. One building stands tall in the center, black smoke coming from the tall chimneys on top, polluting the air. A silver flag flows high above in the courtyard, a large skull with angel wings in the center, various guns poking out of the sides. Across the valley, Kent had set up his camp, there he has been monitoring the base with his .50 cal. sniper rifle. Day after day Kent would do this until he knew each schedule like the back of his hand. Same thing applies with the vehicle's, he would monitor those until he got the basis of what they did every day. Kent strapped his sniper onto his back along with his AR-15, then holstered his Chiapa Rhino's in their holsters on his thighs. To his left was a motorcycle that he had taken to get here, sadly, he couldn't use it this time. He had to go in silent. He activates his speed module along with his invisibility. Running across the valley, he jumps, flying towards the wall, he lightly uses his thrusters to get higher. In doing so, he takes out his bowie knife and shoves it into a soldiers throat. Tossing the man off the wall as he climbs up. His boots making a loud thud on the concrete as he lands. Still invisible he runs along the wall with his two swords out, stabbing and slicing soldiers as he passes them. By the time he makes it all the way around, everyone on the walls are dead, blood slowly moving through the cracks down the walls. He jumps down into the courtyard, his swords now sheathed, Chiapa Rhino's now visible in his hands. A group of 50 soldiers are training on the right side, and 30 on the left. Kent raises his pistols, one facing the left side, one facing the right. He pulls the triggers, six bullets firing all in a matter of two seconds. Kent reloads about as fast as he fires, unloading more and more bullets into the groups of men. By the time they know what's happening, there are only 15 left, ten on one left side, five on the right. Not wasting anymore time he kills the rest. He holsters his pistols, then takes out his AR. He approaches the front door of the building, then opens it. As he enters, fifteen soldiers stare at him, then raise their weapons at him. "Woah woah woah, calm down! I'm here to see someone!" Kent says while raising his arms. "Who are you? What person are you looking for? And why do you have a gun!" One of the soldiers say with a slight Russian accent. "My names Kent, and I'm actually here to send a message. It's from the man downstairs, he wants you to join him for dinner." Kent lowers his gun and starts firing it at the soldiers, the bullets tearing through their bodies as they scream. What once were white walls are now painted red with blood, the floor covered with puddles and flesh. He proceeds down multiple hallways, killing anyone that got in his way. But something made him stop dead in his tracks. A voice. It sounded like it was down the hall, but it never got louder or quieter, it just stayed the same no matter where he went. It finally got louder, loud enough to sound like thunder in his ears. [i]Do you honestly think you can save him?[/i] Kent just ignored it, nothing he couldn't handle. He finally made it to the center of the building, he had to be here, if not, where else would he be? Kent tried opening the door but it was locked, so he repeatedly kicked the six inch thick door until it came crashing down onto the floor. Walking into the room, the lights turn on. About a hundred men are aiming their guns at him, but one man, was not. He stood taller than the others, his white and black armor shined bright in the light. Two swords visible on his back, along with two pistols at his sides. "So, you've made it! I'm glad to see you've made it here safe!" The man says with a smile. "Where is he! Where's Hunter!" Kent snaps back. "Don't worry he'll be joining us shortly, very, shortly." The man's helmet disappears into his armor, his hazel eyes adjust to the light. His long black hair hangs down to his shoulders. Kent's eyes widen, "Hunter?" [spoiler]Part 2 should be up by tomorrow. Feedback would be appreciated.[/spoiler]

[b]a man in jedi robes in the Golden city walks around Hunting sith [/b] I can feel them [b]some of lego-2's operatives eye him[/b] Hmm... Must be droids Don't look like sith [b]climbs on to a roof[/b] (Open)

[b]the storm[/b] [i]Told by one of the imperium's field officers[/i] It began, early morning. We were holding the perimeter. Nothing out of the ordinary, just double shifts since the mercs left. First came the fighters, anything that could hit a plane was destroyed, AA, our own birds, anything that looked capable. Then silence as we tended to our wounded and maned positions. That's when the bombs started in earnest. They bombed us to hell, roads buildings, defensive positions, didn't matter if it posed a threat it went down. When they stopped... That's when they rained from the sky. Plane after plane dropped tank and soldiers from its belly. When they landed they immediately opened fire, all forming up and attacking. We were overwhelmed, we didn't have the men. Some of my men tried to counter attack from buildings, but anything we got close to was leveled. Artillery shells hit our rear, we tried to reach HQ on comms but they were already taken out. It was all over before 1500. Now I'm sitting in this camp talking to a reporter like you, who's wondering how we lost.... [b]The Golden city, occupied[/b] Lieutenant Tarkov wandered the streets of the golden city, his rifle slung on his back. The lighting fast strike hadn't taken the whole city for them, only a sizable portion. The southern section was unclaimed, the center was contested and the western zones still held on. He was more interested in finding a decent meal, rations being rations after all. He stopped when he came to the rubble of a building, stopping to pick up a child's bear. Had his people destroyed this one or had it been someone or something else. It mattered little in the end, that was the nature of war, innocent people get hurt, as much as it pained him to think of it. He set the bear sitting on top of the rubble and said a quick prayer before wandering onward. [i]open[/i]