Halo: Darkness Ascendant

Davaran begins to look around the weapons exterior, his eyes widen upon seeing some of the new weapons abilities.. He turns around to keroth.. "Ha... You can keep your carbine.." keroth smirks and walks over to another weapons storage.. "You keep.. alot of covenant weapons here.." The engineer nods but doesn't say where they came from. Davaran sharply lays the rifle down on the table.. "Is there. a beam rifle over there?!" keroth grabs the one off of the rack, and hands him a fuel rod gun as well.. "I love new toys.. I love this place!!" Keroth pulls out a rocket launcher and begins looking closely at the rockets themselves

The PsyCore walks over and pulls another gun off the rack, obviously a hybrid of Covenant technology, and a prototype, and probably very new, as there was no second. It had a round, yet human look, and several parts were glowing with what were various power stations and components. He spins it in his hand, and walks over to Davaran, "This one here, it was made by the actually PsyCore species." He said, using the slang, "Like Nuron, with the pale skin, and modified cortex. It's like a plasma rifle, but it's much more accurate, the metal used in this is able to handle the heat, so the barrel can direct the fire; you've noticed the lack of a barrel on the Covenant weapons. Plus with the magnetism, its accuracy is similar to a Battle Rifle. The power source." He said, turning off the gun, and pulling out a small clip sized package, "Is here, it holds about 273 rounds, as the amount of power used is slightly different each time." He turns the device over, and plugs in a special computer console, obviously once the weapon is produced, the cells won't have that, and they will act in replacement of clips. "Were having problems holding the optimum amount of power in these things, we solved the explosive problem, changed it around some, but it holds one fifth the power. Earlier it held over a thousand rounds, but if someone hit it, it would explode with about five times the force of a plasma grenade, and was totally unstable. Anyway, we solved that at the expense of mass amounts of the total ammo." He hands the cell to Davaran, "It acts like a clip, but a person needs far fewer to carry, and can have much more ammo. Also, the Plasma Auto Rifle's single shots are more powerful than the Covenant counterpart, by about 150%, but it's a semi-automatic weapon. We tried fully automatic, but the barrel melted on it. The metal used was mined from another PsyCore base, in some asteroids."

In one side of the room, there was a door leading to a smaller room, where all Covenant and already produced human weapons were being made. In the larger room, all the equipment was. Another smaller room was on the far side, holding all the experimental equipment.

((I know I'm not following your thing exactly Nola, but I'm not really breaking it either, just adding some stuff. 😕😛😄))

Davaran grabs the rifle and walks up to keroth.. "Look at this, amazing, in the short amount of time covenant weaponry has been available.. I'm happy that I'm not the only one with an understanding.." Keroth immediatly puts the rocket and launcher back in the case.. "Many of my brothers died to your bite, rocket.. but this... this is... amazing." Davaran slowly, but with overexcitement.. moves toward the expiramental labs.

The Egineer follows, but the door does not open for Davaran as he nears. "Sorry about that." The man said, "They dont open unless your authorized...here." He punches in a code, and the door opened, after also taking his finger prints. "Tell my why your going in first." He said, "Some stuff in there will explode at anything more than a light touch."

Davaran smirks, "I worked at the unsc research facility right outside of the city, you've probobly already heard.. "

"PsyCore's dealings are for more...inhuman, than the UNSC. While your main working fields are still in projectile weapons, we take things to the next level. Most things we make cannot be mass produce at it would not be cost effective, their for a few special people. Still, I cannot let you in without knowing what you want to do. I'm not supposed to be letting you in at all, though I think your more than qualified." The Engineer gives and aplogetic smile.

[]oops late post lol sorry about that guys[]

On the outside she looked calm and just as emotionless as always, but on the inside the spartan was full of emotions. More than usual, and it scared her. When she caught tens stare it put her stomach in knots. She was half mindedly listening to the phycore people talk about her and ten being taken to seperate places to be treated. This was the last thing she wanted. Ten was the only one here she felt close to and they were taking her away from him. They didn't seem to know what kind of spartan she was. It was like she was some kind of machine and the idea was begenning to frighten her. How would they soon find out? She wanted to get away from this place but there was no way.
Raevynn's eyes darted from person to person. She looked like a cornered animal about to be put down.

"Ten, Spartan 116 will not be taken to the same location as yourself, your being taken for...retuning. Now, Rae, they've decided that you be taken to the labs for treatment, they have the proper devices there." The ODST, Sargeant gave an odd look at Ten, and said softly, not on the mic, so only the Spartan's heightened senses could detect, "I said I wouldn't let you down son...and...I'm sorry son...I truely am...at least Rae wont be getting this. I know you can survive, that you can take it...I'm sorry...I hope the Covenant take this place and it can burn in hell, right where it belongs." The Sarge went back to the comm, "Ok, you heard the orders, move."

Ten nodded slowly, "OK...I understand." He said, he still carried an Aura of power...but, it was deflated. "Axel, can I ask a favour?" Ten asked.

Axel: I know, I understand, consider it done.

Axel To Rae : Spartan 116, Variant 3, stay alert.

Ten went into one of the Elavators, which proceeded to take him to the bottom floor.

When the spartan heard she was being taken to a lab she immidiatly straightened her posture even more than it already was. Being treated like a lab rat was a famaliar ordeal for her, but she did not want to relive the past.
"With all due respect seargent, my wounds are minor. They should heal on their own within a day or so. Im sure the medic's could be using their time elsewhere on pateints that need it." She spoke with confidence and defiance in her voice even though she knew she was telling a flat out lie, and she knew her futile attempt to avoid the lab would most likely fail.

Guatama intercepted the message from Axel and quickly acknowledged it. 116 would not be as cooperative as she was calm.

"We have plenty of treatment, and the marines and ODST are all nearly through with their own, there is lots of equipment, more than enough for everyone here. This station may fall under assault at any time, and we need everyone at perfect shape." The Sarge said, almost apologetically, he lowered his voice, "Look...I know you dont like this...I wouldn't either...but I dont have a choice..." He watched as the other Spartan left, "Feel lucky. Your in heaven." The sarge nearly cracked. "He's about to be in hell. Even worse than he expects."

She arched an eyebrow at the seargent. She wanted to ask him what he ment, but instead she merely watched her comrad leave. They were seperating the group, and she hated this. Just like before they were being sent to different places. Hopefully this time would be better.
Now all that was left to do was wait for someone to come get her. She was sure that what ever was instore for her would be nothing compared to heaven. They would not have an easy time figuring out her armor. Whatever was about to happen, she could only hope that the others would make it out in one peice. Even if she didn't.

Davaran smirks once more.. "Actually.. The facility I was at.. well, there were quite a few side tasks I did.." He looks away for a moment.. "You see, unsc wanted a new tank, one faster, but stronger... the pathetic Scorpion tank was nothing compared to the Past main battle tanks of our race, look at the abrams wielded by the.. Amrica? I was never good with History.. but, it could achieve sixty miles per hour! and keep its barrel steady.. the scorpion.. I dont see how it ever made it onto the field.. But I offered a simpler approach, bring me a wraith... and bring me a banshee.. I'll figure something out, So I made two tanks.. One that hovered.. wielding Duel Mac guns, and the center.. something of a mix.. between a covenant beam sniper rifle and the plasma mortar.. A beam so to say, Very potent, couldn't get the capacitors to align though, didn't really have time to since all this happened.. But I mad my machine gun nightmare.. Woulda slain any banshee in the sky, Four auto seventyfives.. all-purpose sights.. It'd tear through a phantom most likely.. but yeah, what i'm hopefully going to do in there, Is look at these beautiful weapons you "Psycore" people make and hopefully learn a thing or two!" He stops for a second, and puts his hand on the back of his head and smiles.. "Maybe.. take a sample? if.. it's ok ofcourse.. OH.. and before I forget... restroom?"

Atkins got up and headed back to the armory to get suited up he put on his armor and helmet then put his two pistols back and his holsters and grabbed his sniper rifle and shotgun. He was nervous he felt sick he had hoped this day wouldnt come so soon but deep down he knew it would sweat dripped down his face he breated heavly he was slightly shaking trying not to let the rest of the soldiers see even though some of them were doing the same thing. Once he regained his confidence he gripped his gun tightly and readied for battle.

The Engineer smiles, "We've done smiliar things, made vehicle and weapons that were gods and could dominate the battle field, but even though they were very powerful, again, it comes down to money, they weren't cost effective. For example, we have a modified, well not really, it's totally different, plasma rifle. It uses lots of power, but it can create a solid, but jagged, beam of energy that will rip an elite in half, but the Goverment of Military or both did not like the costs of producing these things. (Plug Having a "God" weapon would be too cheap, only for short times. ^_^) We actually stole the designed for your tank, and since your intallation is a black charred crater, were moving the project back to Angel Moon. If you ever get the chance, you can be reposted. It's a top of the line PsyCore/UNSC joint operation, basically a UNSC base with our tech, and some of our personelle." The Engineer says all this while entering the room. A second door led to another room, and two more rooms on either side. In the first room, the one they were in, was all projectile weapons, the left room was all explosives, and grenades, the right was not weapons, but motian trackers, PDA's, and other things that could be used in combat. The back room was energy weapons. All three of the doors were locked. The Engineer frowned, "I only have access to the other equipment, and some of the energy weapons, as all the energy weapons, and explosives, are on shelves, but behind Titanium-A cases. Anyway...have a look around. I'm going to get a rocket launcher you may like." He said, moving over to the explosives.

Up on the top level the ODST all left, save for the Sarge, who punched in a code, and the last unused elavator came up. "This one." He said to the Spartan, "It's our cargo elevator, the same one your friend used, it can hold us both." He steps in, and looks at his shotgun, and tossed the weapon to Rae, "Take it. Your friends AI trusts me, glad he does. They wont notice your armed, they dont expect anything to get through their "perfect" security. I can go to the armoury after and get more weapons, someone like you around freaks like these people, well, you may need one handy."

Ten stepped out of the Elevator on the bottom level. He was getting on edge now, he didn't really understand it, other than a feeling that something horrid was about to happen. His senses, and him, were on high alert, like combat mode. He was tensed. As they took him through the bottom floor, he took in everything, memorizing the area like he would if he had to comeback in a live fire fight. They took him to the back of the bottom floor, and into the room which was not labeled on the maps in all the consoles. They went through a simple scan, a wall of light in a lone room, and entered another room. There were more doors in this one, two more, at each corner in the back, where they led to was unclear. But above one room was the word Bio...more accuratly it would have been Bio or Genetic experiments. Whatever they were doing in there, all of it was organic and not pretty, some of it was cruel. The other room said NANO. There were some consoles and other things in the room, but most noticably was a metal desk, in which sat the head PsyCore of the base. A higher rank than Nuron, with a more fully developed brain.

It should be known that this PsyCore went very far in replacing his parts with posotronics. His brain was made much higher than Nuron's, but as a result, it "affected" him. Sometimes he's normal, but he has day to day usually mood swings, making him anywhere from happy and kind, to angry and sometimes violent. Right now, he was smiling. It was a happy smile, but it was not a good happy. The other PsyCore left the room, leaving Ten alone. The iron hard and fearless Spartan was starting to feel like a helpless child.

Raevynn took the weapon while watching the seargent. A new feeling of reasurance greeted her. She was incomplete without a weapon, it felt as if a limb had just been given back to her. "Thank you." She said quietly.
Although she was now armed the look of terror still loomed in her eyes. Where ever this elevator was taking her, it was unfamiliar territory, and most likely things were about to get a whole lot worse than they already were.

The lights in this room were placed just like the lights in the majority of the rest of the facility, but their lightning was different. Ten cast almost no shadow; the lights were all very dim. Slowly, he turned his head, the reflection of the dim square on the black background, traveling across his visor, warping as it moved along the curved surface. Looking left and right, he took in the whole room, but his sensed were faltering, he was too…believe it or not, afraid. That feeling that was in his stomach, had evolved from an ice-cold gut wrenching hurricane of fear, into nearly a sheer terror in his heart. Something was about to happen. He knew it, something beyond horrible. Beyond anything.

The lights on the opposite end of the room suddenly flared, Ten brought up a hand to cover his eyes instinctively, and he flinched. Though the action was futile, since the amount of nanites in his visor increased, bringing his vision back to norm. He then noticed that there were lights on the wall, at the floor, where there was as section at an angle connecting the two surfaces. He saw a plain image; the desk had turned back, and cast a long intimidating shadow. But there was also the black silhouette of a man sitting behind the desk. The chair turned silently, and he caught a split second glimpse of sunglasses. The PsyCore Overmaster looked far more freakish than his subordinates.

Lights brightened all around the room, and the ones behind the PsyCore dimmed. This display confirmed Ten’s fears. They were messing with him right now. Yanking, and fraying his nerves, the over all success was very small. Whether it was because of Ten’s near fearless personality, or because he was already terrified to the core, he couldn’t tell. Ten brought one foot slightly farther back than the other, the movement barely visible.

The PsyCore smiled again, and pushed off from the desk, the chair rolling smoothly backwards before it slowed gracefully to a stop. He walked around the desk, and stood in front of it, standing directly in front of Ten and facing him. He was quite possibly, the most disturbing person you would ever see. All his clothes were black, and looked like some type of odd dull, but attractive, fabric, save for his coat, which was some type of black leather. His skin was a deathly pale white, and translucent at some areas, so that you could see the veins. His lips were a dark blue, almost a shade of purple. His hair was pure black, and carried an odd shiny appearance, and it was sleeked back. When he smiled, his teeth showed, and they were a shiny black, as if made of some type of metal. He was holding a plasma auto rifle, in his black-gloved hands . . . and he wore black sunglasses. They were not your ordinary kind, depending on type, angle, and intensity of the light, they could change to almost any color in the spectrum, and the special coat made them slightly reflective to energy weapons, the real technology was too valuable to lose. The shades housed a HUD display that would target, pinpoint, prioritize, and alert the user of the enemy targets and friendly targets. “Hello Spartan 010.” The PsyCore said, “It’s been a long time.”

Ten twitched, “098…Sir.” He said, using the last three digits in the PsyCore’s number. 98…the bastard who killed eight…testing to see how far the Nanites could push…even after Nuron advises, forcefully, against it.

”Well it looks like, accessing some of Axel’s recent records, the ones he let us see, that you’ve not been performing as expected.” The PsyCore started walking forward, “You were reassigned, and you still deviate from your exact objective paths. Taking rash and sometimes not perfectly calculated actions.” The PsyCore continued, talking about how Ten was not acting like a robot, or automaton. Ten knew he was a human, not the PsyCore’s pet android. “I wonder how loyal and “Spartan Like” you really are Spartan 010.” At that moment, Zero came out of the Bio door, and stood beside the desk. “Ten, Zero’s organic body suffered greatly from the tests and experiments we gave her, after saving her life. Her neural pathways degraded, and she excels at combat, and following orders.” In other words she can’t think for herself. “Your brothers had high expectations. You could have been perfect. You I think your starting to have flaws, maybe you’re a failed breed.” The PsyCore walked back behind his desk, and picked up the Plasma Auto rifle, and tossed it at Ten, who caught it out of reflex. The PsyCore smiled, “Ten, kill Zero.”

Ten froze; he was shocked to the core. No one would give an order like that! No way, not even a PsyCore! Granted, if Zero saw herself she’d probably rather be dead than alive, but didn’t the PsyCore think she was better because she had no soul or personality anymore?! Isn’t that more than they had wanted? This PsyCore wasn’t thinking right…the same things that made him pleased with Zero were also making him think she was a defect, a failure. Ten gripped his weapon. “Sir..?”

”Ten, I have you an order. Now carry it out.” The PsyCore’s smile vanished.

Davaran continues to examine the weapons and so fourth, but at that point Keroth makes the comment.. "I enjoy seeing these weapons and all, but the seraph is where my heart lies.." Davaran quickly turns to his comrade.. "You.. were a seraph pilot?!" keroth nods, "Yes, for quite some time, until the first halo was destroyed, my fleets commander was tried for treason and marked with the symbol of the fallen, ones who were not to partake in the greatjourney.. His failure to defend the ring, fell on all the elites that had command, I was a squadron leader, It was my lance that first engaged the human forces at the planet known as reach.. and after the halo defeat, my squadron became a brute detachment, I was told to become a spec-ops elite... or forfeit the great journey.. but that was a long time ago." Davaran slowly stares... "I flew a longsword... Until i crashed it, killing my co-pilot..." keroth raises his head up... looking down upon him.. "So you aren't.. a very good pilot then, did they force you to do it?" Davaran lowers his head, "no.. I.... I ranked highest in my gradutating class... I went through our top-gun space course, ranked top there as well.. I just had a feel for it.. I may know alot about tech and so fourth, but it comes from maintainance on the longsword.. Flying was my passion, I loved the feeling, the moment.. but I dont like hydraulic failures.. It was my fault, I didn't check the landing gears.. and when I came down to land, the entire wheel assembly snapped, sending the plane on it's wing into a rocked area.. seeing as we were moving about 160mph.. there wasn't a way to stop... atmospheric flying is quite different than space... but as you said..it's in the past.." keroth walks to him.. "One failure doesn't make YOU a failure... if you were a good pilot, you should stay with it.. dont give a hunter a plasma pistol.. give him something reflecting its power... give yourself something reflecting yourself.."

Atkins surrounded by his fellow ODSTs felt some comfort reassurance though he didnt know why. But even though he felt some comfort he was still troubled not just by the war but by psycore itself nothing seemed normal there he just felt uncomfortable. So many odd things had happened there he didnt want to wait around to see what would happen next. For once he was actually happy to go back to the war zone. The people there were more secretive then any place atkins had ever been too he had no way to find out but he had a hinch something more was going on within the of the members of psycore.

The Engineer came back out, holding a small rocket launcher, about half the size of the jackhammer, and two rockets, one looked like a normal rocket, just smaller, the other was glowing faintly in one spot. He held out one rocket, "This is a high explosive, nearly three times the power of a normal rocket." He held out the other one, "This is a hybrid of Covenant tech, using plasma technology. While it's exposion is only as powerful as a plasma grenade, it has a powerful emp, that will scramble most vehicle sysmtems, in theory, but it is proven to instantly take out any energy shields within about a 6 sixty feet radius."

In the lower levels, Ten looked down at his weapon. "No." He said, throwing the weapon back. The PsyCore caught it with a grunt. "Very well 010, you will see how loyal your former subordinate is...Zero, Ten has commited an act of treason to his PsyCore creators, and there for owners." Ten growled. "Kill the traitor." Zero didn't even hesitate, he pulled out a pistoland put himselff between Ten and the PsyCore. Calmly the PsyCore looked at a concsole, and opened his comm. "The Covenant are within one-hundred meters of the entrance. While it is under a gnrid active camo, we have less than ten minutes before it is found."

Rae was brought to the labs, where she1 met an Enginner, who was working for PsyCore, but had no enhancements. He looked at her shotgun, "Sargeant probably gave you that." he said, "We managed to have normal people put here for your treatment, so you wont need it, unless a PsyCore comes, so keep the damn thing. If it gets to cruel, and you don't have it, we can put lead through his ****ed up brain for you." He lead her through the scans, and cleaning. No one else paid attention to her weapon. The Enginner told her to sit on a table, where he stood behind her, someone who introduced herself as Doctor Collins was the one who treated her wounds. The Enginner took off the armor, but stayed behind her the whole time, since that was where the tools were, or otherreasons. He didn't know if she would be wearing anythind under the armor. (Franky niether do I. Hehehe...) After a few minutes, the put the armor back on. "Well you can stand, but just walk around this room for a bit, we need to see if everything will work out fine, they should, but this is for your sake. We've never worked on a III before."

Ten started walking forward, his mind was just a pit a bubbling lava right now, he'd lost almost all reason. He was burning with hatred for the PsyCore, at what he'd done to Karan, at what he'd told her to do, told him to do, and what Ten was now being forced to do so he could survive. Killing the PsyCore would be a pleasure. Killing Karan would rip him apart. He chared as Zero was loading a clip into her weapon. He roared something like a battle cry, which blared out his external speakers, but it held more passion than that. He pushed Zero aside, with a metal clank, and she went flying, bouncing off the PsyCore's desk, wich flipped, and bounced off the wall. He didn't even notice the desk, which he plowed through. Parts of it crumpled, and the mutilated piece of furniture crashed into the wall. He swung a fist at the PsyCore, who ducked, and his fist puched a deep hole in the communications console, but not before a gunshot rang and bounced off his shields. Since he PsyCore had been talking, everything that had happened rang out of the speakers, all over the faclility.

((so all the men just heard what happened))