Fastman woke up in the same prison cell he’d been in for a day now, it was a rather simple place and most of the guards were idiots, he thought. He must’ve woken up late, because a clock far in the distance outside his cell said it was 19:10, he took a few breaths and then started pacing around his cell thinking about what lead him here. It started about a week ago when he discovered some information about a group that supposedly has new methods of gaining power, he was sneaking around this base when they caught him, they overwhelmed him with way too many people and he couldn’t kill them all, and when he grew tired they captured him and took him to their prison of sorts, they didn’t even bother to take his armour, the idiots. Ten minutes passed and a guard walked up carrying some restraints, but something about both the guard and the restraints were different. He stared at the guard for a few seconds, and he looked back. Was that...acro? He turned away and resumed pacing around the room. Why would he be here? Surely he wouldn’t have joined such a group because he agreed with their methods right? He thought about the restraints, and it suddenly all made sense. The interrogator came to his cell too, always carrying his weapons, the fool... “You there! It’s about time for me to interrogate this man, be my escort.” The interrogator said to Acro, “Of course sir.” Acro responded, “Good, now lets get him to an interrogation room, cuff him!” The interrogator snapped, This was unusually hostile... Acro came in to put his restraints on and take him to the interrogation rooms, he could definitely feel something from the restraints, when he gets a moment he may have to ask... They eventually made it to the interrogation rooms, he was shoved in rudely, so he sat down as per usual on the seat, he could overhear Acro and the interrogator talking outside for a moment, before they both went in, he looked at Acro again, trying to figure out more... The interrogator is quick to shut the door and begin his interrogation. “How does it feel being powerless, unable to stop whatever happens to you? You realise I will get what I need using any means needed.” He says. He laughs. “Hm? What’s so funny you shithead?!” The interrogator snaps back, he uses his sheathed sword to hit him over the head, his chair falls over, he groaned in mild pain. “I don’t think you understand your position! You were snooping around where you shouldn’t, and now you are going to pay the price.” The interrogation drags on for a while, the interrogator keeps going on and on about the same old things... but eventually it does finish and the interrogator leaves, but before he does so he says to Acro, “Take him back in five minutes.” He leaves, and the door shuts. “Acro, I don’t suppose you’re here to help?” He says. “Yeah, I’m here to repay a few debts I suppose.” Acro responds, he then goes on to explain what he’s done, he apparently smashed some sort of crystal on the restraints, something tells Fastman he doesn’t know what exactly it was... he wonders, why did he have something like this? He laughs, “I see... this will be wonderful... I’ll wait until the next time I’m interrogated to make my move, I need my weapons back first.” “Any way I can help with that?” Acro asks “No, you’ve helped me enough, I suggest you proceed with your escape plan, that crystal gave me exactly what I needed.” He didn’t know what Acro had planned, apart from that he had to get out of here somehow after helping him. Acro took him back to his cell, locked the door and put the restraints on his rack, then he looked around for anyone and just... disappeared... “Huh...” Fastman said, somewhat surprised, then he started laughing. “Oh... I see!” ———————————————————————— An hour passed since his encounter with Acro, he must’ve went back to his astral realm or something, he’s still trying to work that out... a way to cheat death? Could be useful. A different guard came to take him to the interrogation rooms, the interrogator was already waiting there for him, he sat down on the seat as he planned his move here... “I’ve said this hundreds of times today, give it up or we’ll make you give it up!” Fastman started to use his powers to assimilate the restraints, nobody is noticing, he’ll have surprise on his side. “What, staying quiet are you? Not even laughter like last time?” Done, all of the power from the restraints has been assimilated into him, the power felt oddly familiar... ah... I know this power... “I would laugh, but the following [i]chain[/i] of events won’t be very funny for you.” He said, grinning. “What?” The interrogator said, his voice slightly quivered. Without saying another word, he burst out of his seat and his restraints broke, then two bladed chains appeared around his arms, he swung his arms and the chains sliced cleanly through both men, making a rather big mess... He took his weapons back from the interrogator’s remains and then used his chains to yank the door off its hinges, a guard saw him walk out, he panicked and hit the alarm. Fastman swiftly disposed of him using his chaperone then ran to the stairs, disposing of some other annoyances along the way using a variety of different amusing methods, such as using the chains to grapple a guard and use his as a makeshift club for another guard, them proceeding to kill them both afterwards. He ran up all of the stairs up to the main floor, then opened the door to find a firing squad aiming their guns at him. He laughed at their pathetic orders to surrender and sliced them all in two with one long swipe of the chains. He shot any stragglers with his chaperone as he walked outside to the main gate. He walked outside calmly, the alarms were still going off, but nobody was bothering to stop him anymore. Then suddenly he heard a voice in his head, [i]”I see you’ve escaped, friend, do not resist what I’m going to do to you.”[/i] Suddenly a hooded figure approached him out of nowhere, both of them were starting at each other, “Who are you?” Fastman asked, “You really don’t remember? What am I saying... of course you won’t remember me, that’s what we wanted after all.” The figure replied, “We...?” The figure took off his hood, to reveal... himself... “Is it all coming together now, brother?” He said, “You are not my brother!” Fastman fired his chaperone at him, but in an incredible display of reflexes, the figure stopped the bullet in time, corrupted it with.. something.. then sent it back right at him. Caught off guard, he was hit with his own bullet, he fell to the floor, and tried to get up, but he couldn’t... he couldn’t get back up, then a hand picked him up and raised him into the air, he was staring face to face with himself, and he couldn’t look away. [i]”Admit it, you need to return to who you once were, you are weak in this form, a pitiful sight indeed...”[/i] His mouth didn’t move at all when he ‘spoke’. Suddenly a location entered his mind, as if he always knew it, a mountain in a desert. He was dropped to the floor a moment later, he looked for the figure but he was already gone. With no other options for him he decided to trek to the mountain, it would take a long time though, given how far away it was, but he knew exactly how to get there... EDIT: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/253570015/0/0