[url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Attack-of-the-Alts-A-Floodian-Epic/en/Forum/Post?id=63546072#referred-OfficerNasty]The Prelude[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-One-Confinement-Attack-of-the-Alts/en/Forum/Post?id=63553629#referred-OffTopic]Chapter One: Confinement[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Two-Surprise-Attack-of-the-Alts/en/Forum/Post?id=63580047#referred-OfficerNasty]Chapter Two: Surprise![/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post?id=63594627]Chapter Three: The Mansion[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Four-The-Mountain-Pass-Attack-of-the-Alts/en/Forum/Post?id=63616181#referred-OffTopic]Chapter Four: The Mountain Pass[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Five-Darkness-in-Destiny-City-Attack-of-th/en/Forum/Post?id=63649315#referred-AttackoftheAlts]Chapter Five: Darkness in Destiny City[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Six-Meanwhile-in-Bungie-PalaceAttack-of-th/en/Forum/Post?id=63662728#referred-OffTopic]Chapter Six: Meanwhile, in Bungie Palace…[/url] [u]Chapter Seven: An Unexpected Proposal[/u] When the man removed his golden hood, Officer Nasty immediately became aware of their current situation. He noticed the man’s glistening bald head, splendidly-styled goatee, and the blue Seventh Column tattooed on his neck, the synonymous way that Achronos marks his Ninjas. This man is the legendary Recon Number 54, the eldest and most seasoned Ninja. However, his face showed protruding wrinkles, and he had a solemn look in his eyes that concerned Officer Nasty. “Please, do come in,” said Recon. “Relax, socialize, I don’t mind. You don’t have to stand there like a pack of lost puppies!” Recon directed them to the cavern’s living area, where the rest of the Destiny Purifiers were sitting. As they were walking over, Recon put his hand on Officer Nasty’s shoulder and stopped him. “I would like to speak to you, in private.” Officer Nasty responded with a nod and followed him into a connecting chamber of the main cavern. While Recon and Officer Nasty were meeting in a private chamber, the rest of the group approached the sitting Purifiers. Each of them rose to their feet and removed their hoods, revealing their identities. There were two men, a woman, and a humanoid robot. The robot was approximately two feet taller than everyone else and was equipped with a Gatling gun attached to its left arm. It stepped forward and began introducing its group one by one. “Greetings, friends,” said the robot, who had a surprisingly human-sounding voice. “My name when I was an organic life form was Mr. Psychologist, but everyone here calls me PsychBot.” PsychBot pointed to the flamethrower-wielding member who saved the group from the zombies outside. “This is Napalm, our fire and explosives expert.” He then points to a grizzled, muscular man with a katana sheathed from his waist. “This is GrandmasterNinja, our melee weapons expert.” Finally, PsychBot points to the woman, who had short hair, a small frame, and a sniper rifle around her shoulder. “And this is our newest member, Daisy, our firearms specialist.” The Flood’s Salvation began to sound off their names one by one and eventually sat down with the Purifiers. “You people don’t look like you belong here at all,” asked GrandmasterNinja. “Where you from?” “Flood City,” Answered Smiggles, as she began to take interest in him. “Ah, I’ve never met a Floodian before,” said Napalm. “Why are you guys all the way out here?” “Well, we’re planning on invading Bungie Palace and kill JOHN CENA once and for all.” Answered Hawke. “Our plan is to find a plane located in the city’s hangar and infiltrate the Palace from above.” Hawke glared at GrandmasterNinja indignantly as he began to laugh hysterically. “What’s so funny?” questioned Hawke in a defensive tone. “Your plan!” exclaimed GrandmasterNinja as he continued to cackle. “Do you really think you people can just walk out of here and fetch yourselves a plane? This city is a goddamn warzone filled with bloodthirsty zombies! You wouldn’t last five minutes!” “Shut it, GrandmasterNinja,” said Daisy as she pushed him on the shoulder. “You know he’s right,” said Napalm. “These Floodians aren’t fit for battle. Hell, they don’t even have weapons.” PsychBot stepped in and ceased the debate. “Which is why we are going to help them,” suggested PsychBot. “The nukes destroyed our homes and our livelihoods, and we want JOHN CENA dead just as much as they do.” PsychBot walked away for a minute and returned with a large crate of supplies. “Here, each of you can take a weapon and supplies from here. We’ll accompany you to the hangar once we get the green light from Recon.” The chamber that Officer Nasty and Recon were speaking in was relatively compact, containing a small desk with a computer, two chairs, and a closed cabinet in the wall behind the desk. Officer Nasty stood in the entrance of the room as he watched Recon slowly shuffle around the desk and struggle to sit down. He was in obvious pain, which began to concern Officer Nasty even more. Recon motioned Officer Nasty to sit as he started to stroke his magnificent goatee in preparation of the discussion. He folded his hands on the desk and asked, “Did you receive my message?” Officer Nasty leaned his head back and pondered for a second. He remembered Pureey, the shell-shocked messenger who fainted outside of the mountain pass, and the envelope containing burnt toast. “Yes, I did…” said Officer Nasty with a hint of confusion in his voice. “But why was the message a slice of toast?” Recon continued to caress his fabulous goatee and said, “I understand your confusion. Usually, toast in an envelope is sent to a potential lover, but you must not have noticed that I [i]burned[/i] the toast, which signifies an urgent problem.” Officer Nasty displayed that he understood with a nod, but he really had no clue what Recon was talking about. “Okay, so, what’s the problem?” “Well, as you can see, I am no longer fit for combat,” said Recon as he points to the heavy wrinkles on his body. “I was captured by JOHN CENA and found a way to escape, but when the nukes fell, the radiation has somehow accelerated my aging process. Every day that passes I feel weaker, which is why I called you here.” Recon spun around in his chair and faced the cabinet behind him. With a few twists of the combination lock keeping it closed, he unlocked the cabinet and opened it, revealing a vicious Warhammer. “I feel it is time that I step down, and you take my place as leader of the Destiny Purifiers,” said Recon, as he twisted back around and laid the hammer on the desk in front of Officer Nasty. His heart began to race as he realized what was happening. “I know of your plan to kill JOHN CENA, and I will tell you how.” said Recon. “First, you must learn the ancient magic of muting.” “Muting? I thought that power was reserved only to Ninjas and Achronos himself?” “Nonsense, my friend, we Ninjas are mortals just like you, but with advanced training, weaponry, and enchantments.” Officer Nasty was surprised to hear this information, as he had always thought Ninjas were immortal and superior to average citizens in every way. “How do I learn the magic of muting?” Recon reached into his desk, pulled out a map, and handed it to him. There was a location marked in the mountains just outside of Destiny City. “The marked destination on this map leads to a settlement on Mount Infinity which is inhabited by a small group of sages, who have been alive ever since Bungie was first discovered by Achronos. The sage you want to speak with is Silent Bob, the inventor of muting magic.” Recon gave Officer Nasty the map and pushed his banhammer closer to him. “Take my banhammer, you will need its power.” Officer Nasty placed the map in his pocket and clenched the mighty banhammer. “What about my friends?” questioned Officer Nasty. “I’m afraid you’ll have to accomplish this task alone. Don’t worry, they’ll be safe here.” Recon arose from his chair and followed Officer Nasty out of the chamber and into the main cavern, where the awaiting members were attempting to ask Recon for permission to aid the Flood’s Salvation in their task. Before they could speak, Officer Nasty turned to Recon and asked, “I don’t understand, why have you chosen me?” Recon chuckled to himself and said, “Because it is the will of the prophecy, my friend.” Officer Nasty had no idea what Recon was talking about again, but he decided not to question his motives. He approached the group and gave each of them a strong hug. “I’m sorry, but you guys have to stay here,” he commanded. “These people will keep you safe.” “Where are you going?” asked BaconShelf. Officer Nasty looked at Recon to see if he should tell them, but he shook his head. “Don’t worry about it,” he replied. “I’ll be back soon.” He gave his last farewells to his friends before he turned to the exit, pushed the large stone door open, and embarked on his quest to Mount Infinity. [URL=http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post?id=63686480]Chapter Eight: Ambush[/url] (If you haven't already notified me that you want to receive a PM update of new chapters, please let me know!)