Chapter 8 NAME "Shit Happens" Part 5

Xzan smiled and his Minors saw this.

"What are you happy about Admiral?"

Xzan looked back and he saw.

"My Supercarrier is moving into position, as well as the rest of my Fleet. You just need to deliver the message"

Xzan looked back infront of him, and his Minors and Advisers started laughing.

"Brilliant, is it not?"

=He returned the comm=

This is captain Narok of the XLS Azure Comet. We come seeking the leader of the planet Haven.

(Jason)
Well, look no further, because I am he. What do you want?

=Alpha took over the comm=

As you will recall, Inheritor, during the was between us and the UNSC, we surrendered to you the lives of millions of UNSC slaves which had been captured during the Genocide. We have come for repayment.

After a while they returned to the meeting room, where they sat back down. The Base was not very pleasant nor very clean. They just waited until the Commander of this Pit returned.

"How are things going Uska, good I hope?"

(Jason)
=my voice took on a firm tone=
If you wish for me to allow you to kill any of my people, then you are sadly mistaken. However, if it is something other than lives you want, then I believe we can reach some type of agreement=

=Alpha's tone became very serious=

It is indeed lives we want, Inheritor. If you will listen, I'm sure we can make a deal. After all, you are in the business of bartering for lives, are you not?

=Xazhi chuckled at the comment=

(Jason)
=I didn't really know how to respond to that one=
Very well. What is it you want?

=She smiled=

It has recently come to my attention vi a rumor on the winds that you have in your possession five soldiers of another galaxy. We want them surrendered to us. Considering we were willing to surrender the lives of millions to you, saving them from imminent death, i would say this is a fair deal.

(Jason)
You want the five soldiers that have been giving me and my guards hell?
=What the hell was I doing questioning that?=

By all means, take them. However, I ask that you allow me some time. One of them was grievously wounded, and my medical staff are tending to them.

All the time you need, Inheritor. We shall wait here. Oh, and one more thing. Make sure they are returned their weapons and armor before they come to us.

=Xazhi looked at Alpha like she was crazy, wondering what she was thinking=

(Jason)
Very well. I will begin prepping them for transport.
=I sent the order=


=The medical wing saw to the injured prisoner. Thankfully, courtesy to the nature of the weapons used, the arm was easy to reattach. He was still asleep though, so they wheeled him out on a stretcher. The prisoners weapons, armor, and equipment, were all stored in crates for safe transport (that, and no one was willing to give the prisoners back their weapons=

*Guard*
=he walked into the cell block, and pressed a button, speaking to the four prisoners=
Good news gentlemen: you've all been released. You will be escorted to a transport, that will take you to some people that are interested in meeting you. Your companion will also be coming along.

=Guards swarmed into the hallway, and waited by the cell doors. The main guard pressed a button, and the cell doors opened=

=Aebeir, Fable, and Lord stared at the guard like he was joking. They got up and walked out of their cells to face him, but remained silent=

*Guard*
Please, if you will follow us. I give you my word, this is no trick. Can I have your word, as soldiers, that you will not attack us?

A- Ill give you my word when i see for myself this isnt a trick. So far i trust you about as much as i trust a hammered shit pile to fire a gun.

*Guard*
Alright then.
=he turned, and led them all out of the cell block, to the airfield, where a large transport waited. The wounded prisoner lay asleep on the stretcher, now folded up and flat on the floor of the transport. The crates sat in the back, tied close=

Just hop aboard, and it will take you to the people that asked for you.

=They boarded the transport without a word, taking seats next to eachother, as close to Dex as they could be, and waited for the ship to lift off=

=The transport lifted off. It rose through the sky, engines leaving a faint trail through the clouds, then it broke atmo. It approached the massive ship=

(Jason)
Okay, the prisoners will reach your hangar soon. May I ask that I get the transport and it's crew back?

Of course, inheritor.

=Alpha and Xazhi went down to the Comet's hanger to meet the new arrivals. A crowd of SS soldiers had gathered as well, waiting to see the soldiers from beyond the galactic boarder. Xazhi was rather anxious to meet them. Alpha, however, was still resisting the urge to call upon the entirety of the 808th armada to come and bombard haven into nothingness. She still wasnt over the loss of Delta, and did not believe what the inheritor told her about the 'flood'. They both looked out of the massive hanger door and down at Haven=

(Jason)
=I held a breath on the bridge as I waited to see what would happen now. I whispered to my comm officer=
Have the fleet ready to fire on my orders.

=the comm officer nodded, and sent the message to the rest of the fleet=

The pod opens and i fall out. I lie there for a few moments, moving my fingers and getting the blood flowing before standing up.

Hello? Anyone around? Anyone avalible on the comm?

=As the transport landed, the three soldier stepped out. Xazhi went forward to greet them=

Xa- Nice to meet you, soldiers. I'm captain Xazhi Narok, of the XLS Azure Comet. Glad to have you aboard.

Ae- Why have you brought us here? To make us prisoners like the people down there?

Xa- Not at all. I've heard of your combat skills, and what technology you possess. I would like to take this opportunity to see what we can learn from eachother. I cant promise that you'll ever make it home again, as we still have no way of crossing the Void. But, i can promise that we'll make your stay in our galaxy much better than what you've seen so far, Commander Aebeir.

Ae- How do you know my name?

Xa- One of our cargo vessels picked up on a distress beacon sent out by your men.

Ae- That would explain some things. So what precisely did you have in mind?

Xa- Well, i would like to start by returning your weapons and armor to you.

=Xazhi signaled the two SS soldiers who had brought the crates off the transport to open them. The three went over to them, and retrieved their weapons and armor. They began putting it on right there in the hanger=

Lo- Feels good to have armor back.

=Fable drew his blaster and pointed it as the guard of the transport=

Fa- One last thing before we leave though...

=The transport pilots face paled a little=

I begin to wander around, noticing i am on the Tropheaum still.

HELLO! ANYONE ON THE COMM???

=Aebeir smiles, and points his blaster at the guard as well. Lord does the same. Xazhi and Alpha stay silent, waiting to see what they will do=

Ae- Not so tough now, are you, Big man?

*Guard*
Kill me, and you become no better. I'm not a threat after all.

=the pilot sent out a comm to to the fleet, informing them of what was happening=

(Jason)
=I got the comm from the pilot=
Crap, they're going to kill one of my men?

I fiddle about with the comm unit, opening it up to all frequencies.

Anyone out there? Or am i on a ghost ship.

(Jason)
=one of my comm officers turned to me=

*Comm Officer*
Sir, I'm getting a comm, from the Trophaeum.

(Jason)
Crap, patch it through.
=I waited for the signal to patch through to my armor=

This is Jason Shepard. Who am I speaking with?

=The hundred or so SS soldiers in the hanger at the time all raised their rifles towards the transport, pilot inside, and guard, ready to fire in a split second. Xazhi and Alpha simply watched, remaining silent. One of the SS advanced on the transport, and climbed inside, putting his rifle to the pilot's head=

SS5- You better tell them everything is fine up here, unless you want to see a significant drop in your brain cell count. We dont want another war on our hands.

=Aebeir chuckled at the soldier who entered the transport, remembering a similar event that happened to him and his squad a few months earlier=

*Pilot*
Uhhh, too late?

*Guard*
If you want to kill me, that's fine. But let that pilot go, he has no real part in this.

Oh thank god. Someones out there. I'm Shelby. Do you know where i could find Draco, or Dormii?

=The soldier pushes the gun hard into the side of the pilot's head=

SS5- We wont have another war on our hands out here! Tell them everything is fine!

=Aebeir, Fable, and Lord stood waiting to see if the guard would try to make a move or not, as three SS medics took Dex to the medbay=

(Jason)
I have no idea where to find Draco, and Dormii left this system days ago. Sorry.

*Comm Officer*
Sir, we're getting a message from the pilot. He says, "My bad, everything is fine."

(Jason)
Yeah, that's not suspicious at all. Tell the fleet to target their engines. Also, patch me in to the pilots comm.
=I was patched into the transports comm system, and my voice resounded through the cockpit=

This is Jason Shepard here. You will let my pilot go, or my ships will fire.

Oh...Okay.....Is there anyone else on board this ship. It feels really lonely.

Shelby wrote:

Oh...Okay.....Is there anyone else on board this ship. It feels really lonely.

(Jason)
=I responded to the question=
There should be more people, though I have no idea why they're not responding to your comm. Check the bridge, or the mess hall.

I don't need to check. I can just feel it. It's empty. I'm cold.

Shelby wrote:

I don't need to check. I can just feel it. It's empty. I'm cold.

(Jason)
Okay, just stay where you are. There are some people I need to deal with right now, and as soon as that's done, I'll do what I can to help you.
=I realized that whole statement sounded a little bit like I was talking to a child. I felt stupid right then=

SS5- We wont have another war on our hands out here. Take this cocksucker back to your planet.

=He lifted his rifle off the pilot's head and stepped out of the transport, standing on the opposite side of the guard from the three clones, with his weapon lowered=

Ae- I think we deserve a little something for the death of one of our comrades, and the loss of Dex's arm.

=The other two chuckled, as did the SS soldier=

*Guard*
Fine, I'll stay here. But for god's sake, let that pilot go. He's done nothing to you.

=The soldier turned back to the transport and shouted to the pilot=

SS5- Youre clear. Get the hell out of here.

=Aebeir was pleased with the change of events between them and the guard=

Ae- Now drop your weapons.

=The pilot got out of there, flying the transport back to the fleet, sending a message about what happened =

(Jason)
Aww crap.
=I commed the ship again=

Alpha, don't let those prisoners kill my guard. Please.

=Alpha got the comm=

Al- The inheritor says not to kill his guard.

=The three clones began stripping off the guard's armor. Alpha comms the Inheritor back=

Al- Looks like they just want his armor really bad.

=Days, weeks, months had passed since he entered. In that time, Andrea had hit her point. Seven years, she was done. Lynn and Grace had gone to the planet to explore and to break the cycle of constantly being on an immobile ship=

=Meanwhile he had been left in the tube. Forgotten. Frozen completely. Suddenly, without warning. The the pod opened. The cold rushes out. Bringing a sense of warmth to him=

=His mind began to suffer from a lag. Only a short time had passed before he regained everything. He steps from the pod. His HUD activating=

=His hand finds his head and the other one finds the terminal where he placed Andrea=

=Confusion overcomes him as the chip does not come out=

Andrea?

=He looks around=

(Jason)
Okay then.
=I commed the pilot, and told him to turn around and pick up that soldier. He grudgingly obliged=

Zayne-I dont think she's there bud.

=He ignores the voice. He begins walking out of the room=

What has gone on

=He watches as person after person begin to pass him=

A crew?

=He shakes his head=

Zayne-Well, Well, Well. Young bastard got a crew.

=He goes off for the hanger=

=As soon as the transport landed in the hanger, five SS soldiers surrounded it with their weapons raised=

SS- Get out of here, Pilot. We told you to go home.

=The clones finished removing the Guard's armor. Alpha commed the Inheritor=

Al- We dont want your pilot. Tell him to go home. Nobody is going to kill your guard while under my command.

(Jason)
Well, if you're not going to kill him, can I have him back? He's under my command, and therefore, under my protection. So, you can keep his armor, fine. But I'd like him back.

=The clones brought the guard over to the endge of the hanger, almost touching the shield wall, so that he was facing the outside, and threw his helmet back on him. They then backed up a few feet=

Al- Dont you shoot that man!

(Jason)
=Truth be told, I was beginning to question my actions. I mean, I was risking war with the XNNO's, over the life of one soldier, one man. I was risking the lives of everyone on and above Haven, for the sake of one human being. Human Being.........for the sake of one thinking, living human being? Yeah, maybe that was worth starting a war over=