Project white room

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Professor Ivan Drenov

Introduction

In the time when man was only beginning to grasp space travel, a war broke out. This war, labeled WWII at the time, gave life to the white room initiative.

Mental institutes drafted 49 registered psychopaths into the American Army. They were placed into a company and trained in the basics of combat. They were then dropped behind enemy lines without any medicine. With their psychopathic tendencies unbridled by medicine, they went insane. This led them blindly into combat with Nazi forces in the Rhineland's. The Phy-company, as they had been titled, had made a remarkable 368 confirmed kills. Sadly however the phy-company wasn't able to return home. After so long without medicine or a councilor, the phy-company was put down like a pack of rabid wolves. So the initiative was labeled a failure.

In the year 2435 one Doctor, [Redacted] Vasho, resurrected the white room initiative. By mixing a group of 40 psychopaths with 10 hardened convicts, the Doctor nearly perfected the initiative. Although unknown to the UNSC at the time, the unit was purchased by an insurrection band on Pluto. For the next 5 to 6 years, this new phycho group broke almost all sieges posed by the local UNSC forces. That was until an ODST unit raided the main Insurrectionist camp. Here the 10 convicts were killed, and the psychopaths were loose killing anyone, including one another.

In 2525, I found a way to further improve the White Room initiative, which I had renamed the white room Project. By adding a few extra components and a life switch the psychopaths could be released under the command of a UNSC officer. Should the officer's vitals drop to 0 the helmets will kill the Phychos. Soon the UNSC hired me to pick a test subject to monitor, and I choose the first 50 applicants for the company. I choose the oddball of the unit as my rat. Below are all logs pertaining to the project.

OOS: New Halo fiction I'm starting. Now I have no clue if these are real occurrences, but my friend made up an elaborate lie about something similar. It sounded good so I started this little pet project.

[Trooper]

Character list (Not actually part of the story just a small tracker for my characters in the story.)

Note: I didn't mention this in the first post, but if you guys have any tips or questions feel free to PM me.I would like to just have this thread free of clutter

All Phyche members are equipped with specialized helmets.

Private Gregor "Hot-spot" Vandesh-

ODST, standard fire arms, no enhancements.

Phyche- Labeled psychopath, has Schizophrenia, Multiple Personality disorder, and an undiagnosed disorder in which he can't differentiate reality from fiction. Leading him to act very impulsively.

Reason- labeled, used a child's skull in an attempt to open a door. 

1st Lieutenant Hideki 'Warden' Maruko

ODST, Shotgun, M6C, clever knife strapped to his chest.

Phyche- N/A

Reason- N/A

Sergeant first class Michael 'Executioner' Frevski

ODST, Standard armaments, Robotic right arm.
Phyche- N/A
Reason- N/A

Alex 'Vulcan' and Alexandria 'Vanguard' Monroe

ODSTS, Vulcan is equipped with a flame thrower for most engagements, but has been seen carrying a M6C during others. Vanguard is usually trusted with a rocket launcher and a BR55

Vulcan has a small attachment that allows him to store an extra napalm package on his chest, incase his flames should die. However that is not the only personal touch to his armor. His helmet's visor is red instead of the standard blue and has flames emerging from the dark metals. This makes it appeared as if his visor is engulfed in flames, and helps to calm his urge to burn everything. He also has crafted himself a pair of metal knuckles that allow him to go hand to hand should it be required. He is an imposing figure, standing at 7'2'' and baring a small French mustache.

Vanguard has little changed on her armor. Other than an extra belt of live fire-grenades across her chest. Her helmet has a yellow and black frown face on it's visor detailing her hatred of the world. Underneath her helmet her entire body is burned, but she feels nothing from it.

Phyche/Reason: Vulcan and Vanguard were labeled psychopaths after Vulcan lit his mother, father and twin sister on fire in their sleep when he was ten. He was sent to a psych ward, claiming his Pyromania was part of a psychological disorder. Vanguard however wouldn't be labeled a psychopath until another 5 years had gone by. She was labeled after she used her inability to feel pain to assault a football player who was beating up a person that didn't exist. Although this was diagnosed more as a severe case of the multiple personality and schizophrenia disorders.

Sgt Rashah 'Reaper' Varro

ODST, DMR, M6C side arm, no augmentations.

Phyche/reason: Labeled psychopath after cutting out his own tongue and attempting to force his parents to eat it.

Cpl Phillip 'Enforcer' Burns

ODST,

[Trooper]

Log 241, Subject [Redacted] 'Hot-spot' Vandesh

Onboard the UNSC class destroyer, Athena

Prepare boarding actions.

"While there are many experts in the psychoanalysis of individuals, there seems to be little active authority or understanding in the matter of the persistent shared madness in everyday life. It's as if collective mental illness doesn't exist except in the vernacular and in contemporary folk myth, where it remains trapped and politically useless. Micheal Leuning. Begs me to ask again why I'm here. I've studied many great professions, Anatomy, Physiology, Phycology, Arithmetic, Biology. Yet all of it is without reward, or purpose, for I'm a slave to my own mind." Hot-spot inscribed on his datapad. For years he had read endless amounts of books, his nearly photographic memory unable to see each fact, yet his mind couldn't tell him which ones were true or manipulations crafted by his Asylum of a mind. He sat in the motor pool, on a bench next to a broken warthog.

"You really 'otta stop readin' out loud kid." Came a voice from under the warthogs underbelly. The heavy southern accent easily distinguished from the murmurs from the well spoken marines that ushered about. "Plasma torch!"

"Can't blame the kid, we aint on our meds. They's gettin' ready to drop us soon." Came a similar accent but higher pitched.

"Here's the torch, [Redacted] ." The younger of the three psychopaths said calmly holding the torch next to the opening next to him.

"Hold it, Vulcan can't have that." Said Sgt [Redacted] Montoya {Was in charge of the motor pool during that moment.}. The giggling of Pvt 'Vulcan' began under the car as the torch ignited. Hot-spot reached over and removed the pipe causing eh torch to turn off.

"What 'cha do 'at for?" Came Vulcan's hostile tone.

"Would the 13th ODST company please report to the staging area." Came the resident AI's voice from the communications link in the motor pool.

"Cause we need to get to the briefing room and quickly." Hot-spot said jumping to his feet. Vulcan rolled out from under the Warthog and crossed his arms. A moment after the armored persona of his twin sister came about the vehicle. She always wore her armor, no matter how badly she needed to be free of it. It hid her face form the prying eyes of the public. It masked her true emotions behind a yellow and black frowny face.

"Vanguard, Vulcan, and Hot-spot. Let's go!" Came the voice of [Redacted] 'Executioner' Frevski. Soon enough the trio of ODSTS began jogging down the halls tailing the non-psychotic Sgt. He was under ranked but no actual First sergeant would take the assignment. The four of them entered the briefing room with no finesse and Vulcan tripped into his chair while the Executioner ushered his way to the front of the room where LT. [Redacted] 'Warden' Maruko stood. Vanguard and Hot-spot took their spots as the rest of their squad filed in and sat in line. With Sgt [Redacted] 'Reaper' Varro sitting at the end closest the door. Only the Lt, and Vanguard were in armor, meaning the ODSTS weren't being shot out to hell right this instant.

"Greetings 13, how are we doing without our meds?" he said as the medics brought in the two who had already lost their sanity with the loss of their meds. "Torpedo, and Holyman, didn't do as well as the rest of you. Luckily we're being deployed in a few so they won't be a priority and will be dropping with everyone else. Now onto our briefing. We are going to a planet originally unknown to the UNSC. We've discovered however this may not be the case. Pending further investigation it would appear the planet was originally a human colony. However it was condescendingly begrudged by a populace of Kig-yar, who have since taken over the planet. Recently a covenant Corvette crashed here after sustaining massive damage during a previous engagement. So command decided that unlucky 13's first assignment after your incarcerations, will be to do out best to make a landing zone for a USNC force that will be arriving in a few weeks.

Our primary objective as it stands is to land on the planet. Once planet side we'll need to quickly gather and make a Forward operating base. Form their the real mission begins. 13 Alpha and bravo will go with me to find a good LZ. Charlie, will be retrieving intelligence on the city and figuring out if where the covenant set up shop. lastly delta, and Echo will be the first to explore the crash site.

Any questions?" The LT. explained. his voice cool and calm, like an ocean breeze.

"Yes, will we have pers'nal ord'nance?" Asked Vulcan.

"Yes, any others?" The LT explained. Vulcan and a few others began to grin to themselves. No one else had any other questions, because they all knew this was priority mission, and was most likely a suicide mission. Hence why 13 was made entirely of psychotic patients and two standard infantry men.

"Then move out and draw fire." He said as the medics left the room. Vulcan and vanguard grabbed the two rollers with which the tied down ODSTs lay. The whole squad moved to their bunk area. Vanguard cut the two loose while the rest of the squad began to change.

"Who gave those ass holes the right to tie us to those stupid things anyway?" Asked Holyman as he moved to his locker.

"Who knows, but you heard the Warden. We get an entire planet full of hostiles and have all the weapons we want." Said Corporal [Redacted] "Enforcer" Reader. The former police officer glared down at his gauntlets that he had spray painted golden badges onto.

"Hoorah, to that enforcer." Said Vanguard removing her helmet and looking into the black soulless eyes of her visor. The torched skin and singed hair making her look as if she was a corpse.

"Hey ladies, first one to hell buys the drinks when the rest of us get there!" Called out Pvt [Redacted] "Crypto" Burns.

"Hoorah." The squad said in unison as they all turned to the door. They began filing out one by one, Sgt Reaper first. As they did they slapped the top of the door and dawned their helmets as they landed. Except for Vulcan who simply hit his helmeted head off the door.

"They need to make the doors here for taller people." Said the ODST shortly after. Hot-spot nodded, smirking under his helmet that his height wasn't the one being talked about for once.

They entered the pod room and instantly they all began snatching their usual load outs. Echo squad was ready to drop in a matter of 3 minutes. Slightly little under par for the trained squad. They all waited looking at the preliminary information about the world.

"Says it's a trader world. High in oxygen and Hydrogen." Voiced Crypto as he interpreted Reaper's sigh language. Instantly the visions began going as the Private spoke. The constantly moving image made Hot-Spot's mind kick into overdrive. Suddenly there was three of him rather then the original. One bore red markings on his armor, the other wore black, and the last wore while.

"It's time for a fight, oh can't you wait?" Asked the Red.

"No these aliens are just morons and deserve our sympathy." Empathized the white.

"Neither of you understand. Statistically we have a 65% chance of landing and a 24% chance of not being engaged upon exiting the pod." Said the black, his logic making him sound robotic. Suddenly all three of them grasped their throats as they were wrenched from sight by some unknown force. Now Hot-spot glared into the flames of Vulcan's visor. He held him by his throat, but not tight enough to squander his wind pipe, but enough to lift him off the floor.

"You's talk'n to your self again." He stated before releasing the younger trooper.

"Sorry, they started arguing again."

"'Em voices need to shut up, until we's on the ground." Said Vulcan as he crossed to his pod. He petted his baby as the door shot him form Hot-spot's sight. Suddenly he realized he was alone and the klaxons were blaring. He burst forward and sat in his pod the door closing around him. The metal egg he sat in was small, smaller then his cell at the asylum, but it reminded him of home. Although soon his home was falling at 100 meters per second and he was beginning to see the span of the city. However he could also see flying objects as well and quickly realized they weren't UNSC.

"13 don't worry about the aircraft, from what we've seen they aren't covenant and carry no weapons." Said the Warden in an attempt to reassure his psychopathic compatriots. As the troopers came closer and closer the Ships began to move quicker, as if they were planning to intercept the pods. Soon however one of them would. Hotspot glared at the dark glass of one of the craft as his pod smashed into it's right wing. Sending both it and the ODST careening off course. The ODST hit his helmet off the door and was knocked out while still in the sky.

"Shit, Hot-Spot's been hit!" being his last flash of his morbid reality.

OOC-

AAR- Hot-spot details more about his life and what he understand of the program. We also introduce a chunk of our lovely cast and show you the mentality. The stakes are laid out and the story has begun. Now the question stands, what will become of Hot-spot now?

Well this is the first part of this log, but I am tired and need to get some  sleep before tomorrow. So I'll leave it with the cliff hangar fro now.

[Trooper]

Hot-spot's pod smashed into the corner of a building and carried on towards the small ocean to the west of the city. Although it smashed against the sand repeatedly as it approached, the loose sand couldn't grip the pod enough to stop it. eventually it plunged into the shallows of the ocean, where the current began to slowly pull the pod out to sea.

The water reached the pressurized seal of the pod's door and the yoke's warning system began to screech at its inhabitant. This began to stir the knocked out soldier. Hotspot glared at the sun the blared through his pod's window. He could see the waves crashing onto the pristine glass.

"Damn, the moment she pops the water's going to surge in." Hotspot said to himself as he pressed the release on his straps. He needed a plan to get out, with as much of his supplies as he could. He looked to either side, and his plan finally developed. He looked to the green bolts and began pressing them in order, going clockwise. The green lights turned red and with a mechanized hiss the door burst open flying up into the air. Without a second thought Hotspot placed his hands on the grips on either side of him and hoisted himself out of the pod, water beginning to pour into the vacant spot. He grabbed the small ration bag and his M6C. He turned to the beach, and dove into the water the satchel of supplies slung over one shoulder and his pistol on his hip. He grounded his gear once he believed he was out of the waters reach and turned back to scan for his pod. Sadly despite his 20/20 vision he couldn't identify where the metal cocoon had disappeared too.

"Well isn't that a bitch." He murmured to himself as he crouched down onto the beach. He removed his helmet and looked at it. He tapped it's visor in hopes the speakers might turn on to alert him that someone else had made the drop. The silence was deafening, to the point not even the crashing waves gave a show of sympathy for the young man.

"I might not have the coordinates, or the supplies, but I know the objective was to secure a base camp in one of the skyscrapers. I'll go there, and see if I can't find my squad." He said to himself as he replaced the helmet. Once again he stood at his full height of 6'3'' and put the satchel of supplies over his left arm. He gripped the pistol with his primary hand and the strap of the satchel with the other. With his hopes high and his mind at full power, he set off towards the city.

--------------18:00-----

Hot-spot still drove on but his movements were short and sluggish. He was tired already, and his voices made his head begin to ache as their argument continued. Engulfing the road on either side of the entrapped marine were rows upon rows of dead trees. The wind blew quietly making the trees move, each one an animated corpse trying to knock over the ones around it. A vehicles engines could be heard in the distance as the cloudy sky hung heavy over the small area.

"13th ODST company. This is Private Hot-spot, anyone read?" He asked of his static comm unit. His question was met with silence yet again. The chrono on his helmet told him he needed to seek a shelter before it gets darker. The last thing he needed was to get caught alone at night. The VISR assisted as a form of night vision, but the 18 year old didn't trust his own skill. He had never seen actual combat, and the closest he had ever come was a simulation, but he had Vanguard, Vulcan, and Crypto in the simulation with him. He scanned the horizon for some structure. For once his luck scored high, and he spotted what he assumed was a small house another 100 yards away from his current position. He set off at a sprint covering as much distance in the shortest time. He stopped at the drive way, where he saw a what he assumed was a vehicle. It was haunted with rusted doors, and scratched paint.

"Things looks as old as earth." He said as he walked over, he spotted a window close to the ground. It was shattered and the tips of the shards were crimson. He knew the sight all too well. Suddenly the voices all began screaming in unison as the ODST fell backward onto the ground behind the window.

------EIGHT years ago------

A young blond child stood alone his hand balled in fists. Sitting in front of him was a picture of his mother. She was kissing a man, who the child knew wasn't his father.

"ha ha ha ha ha, Greg's mom's got a new special someone!" Mocked one of the boys who had given him the picture.

"Yea, he's just gonna stare at it. What's wrong stupid? Don't understand?" Scoffed another. Finally they had gone too far. Someone began speaking and Gregor lost control of his body, he burst forward with speed he had never seen before and grabbed the two kids by the throat. He slammed both of the other children against the concrete below them and continued smashing their heads against it as they gripped his arms. Slowly their hands began to loosen as the concrete began turning red. Soon he felt more hands grabbing him and pulling him away, but the child continued. In the end it took 2 grown men to remove him from the corpses of the other two children.

------Present------

Hot-spot shook clear of his flashback. He looked back he needed to know what had caused the blood to paint the glass. He peered though the opening and saw something that made his blood crawl. Chained to a wall in the back of the basement was a civilian. A human civilian, her hands and legs were littered with black metallic spikes. Her blue Sunday dress was ruffled and cut, but next to her made him feel worse. A skirmisher lay next to her it's head pieced by a spike similar to the others. Hot-spot said a small prayer and began standing back up but movement caught him off guard. The woman lifted her head slightly, revealing the wound on her neck. Her mouth moved in silent words. Sadly the ODST wouldn't be able to decipher the word as soon as she had begun to regain her voice the underbrush nearby began to shake. The ODST jumped too his feet and gripped his pistol more steadily.

"Whoever's there come out with your hands up." He spoke calmly and clearly, although he felt shaky and unsteady.

You don't need to fear them if you open fire before they show their faces! Whispered Red into the ear of his psychotic tool. No, it might be a fellow human, or perhaps one of our squad mates! Bargained the White in rebuttal.

"Silence both of you." He said to himself as a short blonde girl burst form the bush. She wore a black and blue skirt with a plaid polo. She wore no shoes or jewelry, but her golden hair was put into little ponytails on either side of her head. She looked at the man clad in black and for a moment they seemed to simply stare at each other. Then the little girl began scream and took off back into the woods. Hot-spot saw a human, and with any luck she would help him. As soon as her fear subsided. The man tensed his legs and took off after the young girl.

AAR: Private Hot-spot awakens form his stupor to find himself slowly drifting out to sea. In as rush to get out of the pod with as much supplies as possible he grappled with his Magnum, the SMG being more bulky and awkward to deal with when it came to aquatics. He managed to make it to land, but lost his pod, and his SMG. He finds himself alone and very far off course. With swiftness he heads out to where he believe allied forces may be. As he searches for the city he comes across a house that has been ransacked by an unknown force, and is amazed when he finds a little girl. Sadly the black armored warrior scared the girl away, now if he wishes for her help he will have to track her down and hope for forgiveness.

OOC: How'd yall like that one? Getting a little more into the actual fun bits of Hot-spot's first mission.

[Trooper]

Hot-spot tore through the underbrush in pursuit of the girl. He wasn't about to leave a fellow human alone out in the wilderness, not with possible covenant activity in the region. Suddenly he tore into a sandy hollow where the girl was waiting. Her head turned over her left shoulder, she looked back at the human. Hot spot reached his empty hand forward in a sign of peace. He took a step forward before something slammed onto his back knocking him into the sand. He felt clawed hands grip his arms while the weight remained on top of him. He felt his arms being tugged behind him and felt what felt like rope be tied around his wrists. He was then pulled off the sand so his eyes leveled with the black beak of a Skirmisher. It's amber colored eyes glared into his faceless helmet. It's beak opened and he felt claw like fingers digging into his helmet in an attempt to pull it off.

"Stop!" Hot-spot managed to say before the HUD began flashing red. The helmet was torn from it's place and the young human was exposed to the elements.

"It's human?" asked a person to the left. Hot-spot peered to his left finding a clawed robotic hand on his one shoulder. In the background was a short sharp toothed snout, revealing it to be yet another Jackal.

"Or so it would seem. Who are you?" Said the little girl as she pushed the Skirmisher from in front of the unmasked soldier. The skirmisher didn't rebuttal and stood solemnly beside the girl.

"I'm here to help save you from these beasts!" Hot-spot said as he nodded his head at the Skirmisher who simple rolled it's eyes.

"Why would I need some sky-born scum to take me away from my brothers?" She asked of the trooper.

"Brothers?" Hot-spot sat there his jaw agape at the realization this girl wasn't joking.

"Yes, I am Naat of the Kig-yar clan Nyx. And you and those other Sky-borns are invading my ancestral lands!" The girl said her face getting red at the adults slow comprehension.

"Calm yourself Naat. Tell us human are those beasts that look like us form your home world?" Said the Skirmisher mentioning that he had seen other Jackals.

"No, those alien..." He paused to avoid insulting his present company. ", they don't hail from my home. I'm here to get rid of them."

"I see, are there more of you or are you a hero like the ones our parents spoke of in legend?" Asked the third, the more childish of the three.

"Yes, more of us are here, and I am looking for them. If you could, the help would get me out of your hair, and I would be reunited with my companions." Hot-spot said in hopes they might be convinced to help him.

"Perhaps, Naat gather fire wood, Gir, catch fish, I shall see to the human." Said the Skirmisher.

"As you wish Leka." Gir said before his robotic hand released the shoulder of the human. Leka gripped a knife and went around and began cutting through the binds that held the ODST.

"Naat, I don't hear the crush of leaves under foot, I know well you distrust this human, but you must go. Mother and Father would've wanted it this way." Leka said. Naat seemed to glare at her kin-beast before taking off into the tree line surrounding the hollow.

"I apologize for the secrecy. Beasts similar to you raided our home and tried to kill us. Mother and father stopped them however. I have since been wary of beasts in black, and taught my siblings to act similarly. I am Leka of the Kig-yar clan Nyx, or Leka Nyx, for school. Now what is your name?" Explained the tall Skirmisher. She then came to his front and sat on a dead tree grossing her legs as if she had lived in an office her whole life.

"Its been ages since I've been asked that. I go by Hot-spot now, my name is irrelevant." Hot-spot stated.

"Hot-spot..." Leka stated sampling the word as it rolled out of her beak. Suddenly the tree and the bushes began to shake as if a ship hovered above. Suddenly other Kig-yar and humans began to assemble form out of the trees. Eyes laid on the ODST who held his helmet in his hands. A few grabbed firearms or knives, but none opposed the human who sat gingerly.

"Leka, the wood has been collected." Claimed a large gunman with a beak tattoo over his mouth.

"Good Dah, Naat will return to start the fire. How goes the search for food?" Leka responded.

"Mistress, it goes well, Gir has caught 3 fish, and we have brought many animals to the feast. Is this 'thing' joining us?" Said one of the Kig-yar. Hot-spot turned to see a Kig-yar with bright green hair like feathers on its head, it held a small double barrel shotgun in it's clutches and waddled forward.

"Yes he is. Hot-spot, these two are the commodores of Nyx, Dah, the strongest of our brethren, and Jade, the smartest of our brood." Leka stated motioning to the two as she said their names.

"You shall sleep in dah's quarters tonight." Leka stated as the African man nodded.

"As you say." Hot-spot stated before taking a seat on a log. Naat erupted from a bush beside him and walked over throwing a small sapling onto the ground. Multiple creatures began placing more wood on the fire. Soon the pile was large enough for a person and Naat kneeled beside it tampering with some stone and a knife. Soon the wood burst to flame as she struck the rock causing sparks to fly. Once the fire was ablaze the gathers and hunters began making the food for their clan. Hot-spot however stayed away the fire causing shadows to dance across his armor and face. He sat alone while the clan members began to intermingle, with hugs, and high fives resounding here and there.

He pulled an MRE from his satchel and dumped some water from his canteen into the plastic bag. He set it down next to the log on which he sat and waited. He busted open the tack, and began munching on the cracker waiting for the meal to heat up.

"Human, want some fish?" Asked Gir. The Kig-yar looked up his yellow eyes and sharp fangs being easy to notice compared to his dark tan skin.

"Um..." He began as Gir's innocent eyes got big as if saying no would end his life. "Why not." Hot-spot replied. Gir's beak opened and his teeth joined in a carnivorous smile. He held out a stick with what looked like a catfish on it.  The scales were still on it, so Hot-spot gripped his knife and began to skin the fish.

"Why do you do that?" Gir asked taking a spot on the log next to the ODST.

"You see these shiny silvery bits on the fish? Well from what I understand they don't taste all to well. So if I take my knife and I run it form tail to head..." Hot-spot said as he slid his knife down the broadside of the fish the scales sliding off of his knife. "It makes them come off easier, and the fish tastes better." Hot-spot cut off a small piece and handed it to the young Kig-yar. Gir then placed it on his tongue with his biological hand and closed his toothy maw.

"Wow, your right it does taste better. Is your box supposed to smoke, like that?" The Kig-yar noticed the MRE heating up next to the trooper's boot.

"Yes," Hot-spot said before grabbing the hot bag and pulling his meal pouch from it's innards. He pulled it open and was amazed by the lightly breaded beef patty he held in his hand. 

"Can I try the skyborn food?" Asked Gir as he admired the beef patty.

"I guess." Hot-spot held out a piece of the patty to the alien. The creature let out a small hum of pleasure as it tasted the patty.

"Delicious aunt it?" Hot spot said, before he saw grunt erupt form the dark. He leaped onto the reptilian creature knocking it to the ground.

"I'm under attack, Vanguard help!" Screamed a familiar voice.

"Freeze!" Another person hollered. Hot-spot realized what he had just done and looked around to see his old friend behind him BR aimed at his head.

"Hot-spot?" Ske asked quizzically.

"Vanguard." He said before looking down at Burns.

"And Enforcer?" He rose to his feet. and he head a rampage as swift footed Kig-yar burst from their places surrounding the trespassers.

"Halt!" Came Leka's command. Soon the Skirmisher was at the front a torch in hand.

"Dot eyes on the le'der." Said Vangaurd. As she went to pull the trigger, Hot-spot reacted and grabbed the gun,, pointing the gun to the sky. the three bullets lit up as they traveled up towards the distant stars.

"Leka, is friendly." Hot-spot said before his vision became hazy. He passed out in front of Nyx members and his squadmates.

[Trooper]

Hot-spot sat up from the pad he laid on. He breathed hard, as his nightmarish sight had finally begun succeeding from his vision.

"It's okay Hot-spot. I've got you." Vanguard said as her gentle, yet armored, arms caressed the frightened ODST. Despite Hot-spots age he took some comfort in the show of affection, and was able to resume breathing normally.

"Vanguard, where are we?" He asked once he was calmed down.

"The Nyx camp. you were right, they're friendly, but they want us out as soon as possible." She said as she released him.

"Enforcer's outside waiting for us. When your ready." The female said as she rose from her position and exited the small structure. Hot-spot looked at the small mirror on the adjacent wall, and saw his head had been bandaged. His eyes spotted a flier hidden behind it, he approached it and plucked it from it's hiding spot. He attempted to read the flier, but it was obviously transcribed in a language foreign to him. His eyes traversed the page until his eyes fell on a familiar figure. It was a ebony silhouette but even in the dank light he could see it was human in composure. 

"I see you've found the flier." Said Dah, the large tattooed man's head sliding into the small room.

"What does it mean?" Asked the trooper.

"It's an old story that someone used to create a food flier. There's an old Kig-yar lesson tied to it. It says we were brought here by a courageous man of space's own darkness in complexion. Eventually the legend ends with a proverb. The man who treads lightly, shattered and broken shall enlighten the ones whom follow him." Dah said as he grabbed his ornate spiked shoulder pad. 


"He's not of Nyx or the other clans is he, the dark man, I mean." He asked replacing the gauntlets. 

"No, he was sky-born, like you and your 'Cell'." 

"Cell?" 

"Band of mercenaries."

"We're a company of soldiers, we fight for what's right, not for money."

"Is it for what is right for all, or just to you?" Dah asked his cryptic wisdom blindsiding the intrepid trooper. Dah then exited through the grey curtain that blocked the room from the compound. Hot-spot glared at the man's former spot, a clone copied out from his Schizophrenia. 

"I won't argue with a shadow." The insane trooper said his helmet reigning true causing the apparitions clone to disperse to the realm form once it had been spawned. He exited to the open compound where the other two ODSTs awaited him.


"Thanks Leka, for your treatment." Hot-spot said bowing to the skirmisher.

"I've requested Dah escort you until you find your cell." Leka said handing the ODST tow fish. "And these are for your hospitality, and willingness to hear without firing." 


"Cell?" The other two questioned.


"I'll explain in a bit." Hot spot said over his shoulder as he accepted the fish. 

"Sky-borns' it is now time to depart." Dah said as he threw his sniper rifle over his back so it was held by it's black leather sling.


"Yes let us go. " Hot-spot said, leading the two to the beaked gunman.


AAR: Starting to question who and what his life is being put on the line for. Hot-spot has reunited with more familiar friends. He is now on his way to find the remaining men.