[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] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Seven-An-Unexpected-Proposal-Attack-of-the/en/Forum/Post?id=63672818#referred-OffTopic]Chapter Seven: An Unexpected Proposal[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Eight-Ambush-Attack-of-the-Alts/en/Forum/Post?id=63688919#referred-OffTopic]Chapter Eight: Ambush[/url] [url=http://www.bungie.net/7_Chapter-Nine-The-Trek-to-Mount-Infinity/en/Forum/Post?id=63728219]Chapter Nine: The Trek to Mount Infinity[/url] [u]Chapter Ten: Taken[/u] The Flood’s Salvation sat in The Destiny Purifier’s dimly lit cavern and sifted through the box of weaponry provided by PsychBot, while GrandmasterNinja and Napalm were conversing with Recon. Greene found a standard M9 pistol and protective clothing; Smiggles taking the more direct approach with an aluminum baseball bat. Hawke grabbed an AK-47 and BaconShelf equipped a double-barreled shotgun, and they both were adorned in light combat armor, similar to Daisy’s. Greene saw Daisy sitting alone in the corner of the chamber polishing her rifle, approached her, and sat down next to her. She looked at Daisy with curious eyes and asked, “You’re Daisy, right?” She glanced at Greene and responded with a quick nod before continuing to her rifle. “PsychBot said you’re new here, where are you from?” “I lived in a mansion near the mountains for a long time,” answered Daisy, as she rested her rifle on her lap. “It was okay, I was in a loving relationship with a pretty decent guy, it’s just…I didn’t want to be sheltered anymore.” Greene looked away from Daisy for a moment as she recalled passing through the mansion in front of the mountain pass, where she had met the strange northerners. “You wouldn’t happen to be talking about Gatsby’s mansion, would you?” “That’s right…” Daisy answered with hesitation. “Gatsby is a good man, but he was too protective. I wanted to venture out into the world and make a positive impact, and when the nukes fell, I got that opportunity.” As Greene and Daisy continued their conversation, GrandmasterNinja, Napalm, and PsychBot were letting Recon know of their plan. “They believe that there’s still a plane intact at the hangar,” said GrandmasterNinja. “I feel that they won’t stand a chance alone.” “According to my calculations, the chances of them surviving are slim to none.” PsychBot stated. Recon stroked his glorious beard earnestly, as he seemed to be unexpectedly joyful. “I am glad you men-“ PsychBot gave Recon a reassuring expression. “Men, [i]and robot[/i], are taking the initiative and helping our allies,” said Recon. “Hell, it’s the least we could do,” said Napalm. “I would rather fight by their side than burn them to ashes when they become zombified.” “Then it is decided,” said Recon. “Escort them to the hangar, and make sure they all come back safe. The Chosen One will be back soon.” GrandmasterNinja nodded and motioned the Flood’s Salvation over to them. They grabbed their newly acquired weapons and armor and gathered in front of Recon. Daisy slung her rifle around her back and stood away from the rest of the group. Hawke stepped forward and asked, “You guys are actually going to help us?” “Indeed,” responded Psychbot. Recon lifted his head towards the ceiling, clasped his hands together, and closed his eyes, apparently readying himself for some sort of prayer. “By the power of Achronos and the Septagon, bless these soldiers in their fight against tyranny, and bless the Chosen One in his sacred journey.” He opened his eyes and gave a salute as he allowed the group to head to the exit. Before BaconShelf reached the door, he asked, “Where is Officer Nasty, anyway?” Recon produced a wide grin and answered, “He’s fulfilling his Destiny.” BaconShelf raised his eyebrows at Recon and turned to the door. He passed through, grabbed the large steel handle, and pulled it shut. The group each emerged from the manhole one by one, the last one out sliding the cover back over the hole. The fires caused by Napalm had all died out, but the rancid smell of burnt flesh was still lingering in the air. GrandmasterNinja peered down the lengthy street which led into the heart of the city and turned back to the group. “From this point on, everyone will have to be as silent as possible. Any loud noises will be picked up by a horde, and we’ll get screwed,” he commanded. “Understand?” They all responded with a collective nod and followed him as he walked lightly down the barren street. Rusted cars and garbage were randomly dispersed within the street, and the view of abandoned storefronts on both sides allowed them to reminisce of a once vibrant city. However, seeing the stores defaced with graffiti containing advertisements such as, “w4rl0ck mu5st4rd r1c3” and “j01n mai cl4n pl0x,” reminded them that they were in hostile territory. They were able to navigate through the cluttered street successfully, until GrandmasterNinja halted them in their tracks. He pointed to a massive, rectangular structure ahead, which was covered with rusted sheet metal. “That’s the hangar,” he whispered. “Keep up the good work.” The road appeared to widen as they approached an open area, all paved in concrete. There were buildings sparsely located in the distance, and the hangar became clear in sight. PsychBot turned to Daisy and motioned her towards a two story house with an open window facing the hangar, suggesting that she hold up in there. The rest of the group continued towards the hangar and hurried their pace as they got closer and closer, catching Smiggles off guard. She was looking around and taking in the beautiful view of the sunlight kissing the mountain tops in the distance, until she realized the rest of the group was a ways ahead of her. “Ah, crap,” she muttered to herself as she began jogging towards them. She was so focused on the group in front of her that she didn’t notice an inconspicuous pothole coming, which caught her right foot. Her foot sank into the pothole and twisted her ankle inwards, sending a jolt of pain through her body as she collapsed to the floor. The crashing sound of Smiggles colliding into the floor caught the group’s attention, and she let out a cry of pain. Greene was the first to meet the ailing Smiggles, tending to her swelled ankle. “Come on, Smiggles,” Greene insisted. “We have to stay quiet!” An ominous moan filled the air and stopped everyone in their tracks. The moan echoed through the crowded city, and became increasingly more audible with the passing seconds. GrandmasterNinja grabbed Smiggles and hoisted her on his shoulder. “Come on, we have to go!” he commanded. They began running with GrandmasterNinja and the injured Smiggles towards the hangar, but were stopped by the sight of an unfamiliar enemy. Camnator and a group of 10 of his assless Alts emerged from behind the hangar and aimed their Cannabis Blasters at them. “Stop right there!” exclaimed Camnator. “Take another step, and I will botch all of your lobotomies!” Hawke and BaconShelf were immediately reminded of Camnator’s ability when they remembered the night in the club, and began shaking in fear. “Now, you will all lay down your weapons, and I will bring you JOHN CENA so he can have his way with you.” Said Camnator. Napalm raised his flamethrower at Camnator, causing him to respond by aim his Cannabis Cannon at them. “Who do you think you are, punk?” asked Napalm. Camnator laughed confidently as he answered, “I am Camnator, master of Cannabis and Booty. I reckon you put down your weapon before I-“ As Camnator was finishing his sentence, he looked out into the distance behind the group in horror. They turned around and laid their eyes upon a colossal horde of zombies limping towards them. PsychBot looked at the building where Daisy was holding up and screamed, “Fire!” Daisy responded by firing a bullet at Camnator, connecting with the armor on his shoulder. Camnator winced in pain as he dropped his Cannabis Cannon, and ordered his Alts to fire at the group. “We need to split up, now!” commanded Napalm, as he pointed to a group of stone barricades to their left. GrandmasterNinja carried Smiggles over to the barrier and was followed by Greene, Hawke, and BaconShelf, while PsychBot and Napalm rushed behind an abandoned shack to their right. “You concentrate your fire on the Alts,” commanded Napalm, “and we’ll focus on the Zombies!” PsychBot readied his mini-gun, and sprayed a blanket of bullets into the oncoming horde, tearing individual zombies apart. The whirring sound of the spinning barrels continued as Napalm tossed an incendiary grenade towards the horde, setting a mass of them ablaze. “Hahaha! Filthy mongrels!” exclaimed PsychBot as he continued raining bullets into the horde. Daisy was picking off zombies one by one with precision, causing a bloody explosion with each headshot. All of a sudden, a stray zombie ambushed her from behind and sank its teeth into her right shoulder.