(Watchers are all around players. their tech is based on games that are for everything. Also they aren't overpowered, they have really strict limits: Fury is just a by product of lab experiments, he was working and explosion caused his work to backfire on him. Their tech is so adept they can recover fast, plus there are not a lot of them to shoot at so confusion is quite possible with them. And I'm not trying to one up you, these are just a small neutral group that is a bit more adapted than anyone else)

Atari Fisherman uses bathroom break!

Piss continues to fall!

Trent ran around looking for troops. He saw some but didn't bother then unless They attacked him. The hero was following him about forthy nine yards away.
“Damn Basterd!” He said to himself.
Trent then turned into Harpuna and flew upwards. He saw the Two in the Foxhole…

That Damn Hero will be here in any minute… Thought Trent as he stared at them. The Private looked up and saw Trent.

“Wha-what the hell is that!” he yelled to his sergeant, Pointing his gun at Trent at the same time.

“It's a Damn Wiivan!” He said pointing his gun at Trent too. They both flinched as he raised his arm with an Enegry sword in hand. Both the Sergeant and the private could see that Trent was crying as he swung his saber down at them. The Hero showed up as A enegry wave was sreaming toward the two Sonyrans

NOTE: The only reason Trent is crying is that Trent was A Sonyran before he was kidnapped by the Wiivans. He don't want to attacked them but if he don't, The Wiivans are order to Blow him up.

The Sergeant dives to the side, pulling the Private with him. The energy wave hits a building in the distance.

At that moment, a giant explosion blasts through the air.

“HOLY FUCK!!” The sergeant bellows, “We've got fucking Ringers.” He then turns towards the Wiivan in front of him “I don't know what you're crying about kid, but if you don't move I'm blowing a hole in your guts. I've got to get my men out of this hellhole before those damn Haloites blow enough of themselves up to get the rest of us.”

He then presses another button on his com device. “'Hawks, get to the extraction point. We're going.” He then stands up, still pointing his gun, and attempts to walk around Trent.

Trent grabs the Sergeant's Gun and Says “I'm going to Throw you into that Hero over there. Get that Remote or I'll kill you.”

Saying that, trent picked him up and thruw him into the Hero. The Hero was caught him offguard and was knocked unconscious. The Remote lands on the ground. The Sergeant get's up and says “What the Fuck Kid” And starts Firing at Trent.

Trent Flew up into the air and spots the Remote. Trent Drives toward the Remote and gets hit in the wing by a bullet.
“Damn!” Trent said as he crashed into the ground. He grabed the remote as the Sergeant Steped on his arm.

“Well well. Look like I have a Prisoner now.” Said the Sergeant. He motioned the private to grab trent and the Remote. They Draged him out of there. All Trent did was smile.

“Damn, I knew this would happen. We have to find the Haloite leader now before the city is destroyed.”

The watchers moved out, (of the watchers there are: Fury, two strummers, no high-arces, three camos, and one Blood-for insurence) The strummers take over the closest Elite and Resistor. The camos faze out of sight and move towards where the movement is coming from. Fury stays behind to watch the Blood. “God help us, God help us all.”

(Watchers are either those nerds that had all the systems or they could play all the systems. Since most of them, including Fury, they still beleive in Christianity. Again, although their units are powerful they have such great limits that they don't poss that much of a threat after their limit is reached, that sort of includes Bloods because they will attack their own units.)

(Cov, just power them down a little bit and we'll be fine. Also, some of the higher end units are immune to Strummers, just to keep them from being able to take just anyone they want over. Ascendeds, Hunters, and any player characters are at least partially immune. Also, it should be possible for weaker units to resist them sometimes, if it will fit into the story.)

The Haloite commander, a Marine that had proven himself in many battles, sat inside his Warthog, giving orders to a few lesser ranked soldiers.

“Send in all the Sacrificials. (Sacrificial is the Haloite term for Red Ring of Death Bombers) Have them purge any stronger infantry. Send the Marines against the Goombas.

”And what of the Sonyrans?“ Asked an Elite, standing nearby.

”Ignore them, unless they come into range. They're pulling out anyway.“

”Sir, not purging them could be a great sin. The Spartan would surely dissaprove.“

”We don't have enough men to take down everything. 20 Sonyrans won't be that much of a problem. The Spartan would understand. Now follow your orders.“

”Yes, sir." The Elite begins to give orders to some troops, and the Commander activates his com device to relay the message to his other Sergeants.

They watched the battle, they saw the lead turn again and again. One faction pulled out. They sat back and relaxed in their hidden lairs and warrens. It was nearly over and soon the intruders would end their intrusion into the dead city and withdraw. Quiet would return and their secret would remain safe. Paku kept his finger poised on the launch button anyway.

The Hero(I'm going to call him Nexec) Wakes up to the bombing around him. He see a Red Ring Bomber come up to him.
“this one looks dead. I find someone else” the bomber said as he spoted a wounded Wiimoter crawl along the ground. When the bomber got up to the Wiimoter, Nexec got up and ran. The explosion knocked him off his feet but he got back up. He ran outside of the city's walls as 12 Red Ring Bombers blew up at the same time.

“This battle is over… Now where is Trent?” Nexec says as he looks and finds that the remote is gone. “Ahhh Crap!!!” Nexce yells. He then heads to the rendevouz point.

Warhawk Interior
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“So, what about this prisoner that you caught? You think he'll wake up?” says the copilot, turning towards the Sergeant as the ‘Hawk speeds off into the distance.

“He shouldn’t. That sedative we gave him would put anything down. Hell, I've heard that the stuff can put a Gear to sleep.”

“So what're you planning on doing with him?”

“I'm taking him to Central. That transforming he did looks interesting. Maybe Command would want to see him. And I'm curious as to why he would want that detonator remote so badly.” He pulls the remote from in his pocket, and turns it over in his hands.

“Just keep away from Sephirots.” Says the copilot, noticably shivering.

“Yeah, the bastards scare me too. I have no idea why Command lets those nutjobs stay,”
the Seargent says, putting the remote away.

“So, you want us to head straight to Central Command?” The pilot asks, “I overheard your conversation with Mr. ‘Doesn’t watch for things we could run into' over there.” The copilot turns red and turns toward the radar screen.

“Yeah, take me there. Just send a message to the rest of the ‘Hawks to head back to the encampment. Tell ’em I'll be there after I'm done with this guy.”

(Uh, Shplane, I though it was a given that Strummers can't take over every unit, they are only 4th class units and at most they can take over a 2nd class unit)

The Camo moved through the city, taking out the goombas that got in his way, found his target. The Haloite commander was in plain veiw. The camo moved in and got on the warthog's gun pointing it directly at the commander. “I suggest you withdraw your troops now. Even the Master-Cheif knew when he couldn't win.” The nearby Haloite units looked at this and were astonished that a Watcher (even though he's invisible, they know he's at the gun) had gotten past them. *What are we going to do now, Spartan would never forgive me if I run from this lowly camo,* thought the commander (Shplane you finish this, keep in mind that they will not the watcher because watchers are way too respected; I have some beigger issues to deal with).

The Wingers stood by waiting for the signal to launch. The signal was Fury tosing up the Blood (they are the grunts of the watchers for obivious reasons). They would wait for days just to launch and get to be elites.

“HE INSULTED MASTER CHIEF!! KILL HIM!!” The Haloite soldiers roared. A Red Ringer ran up, followed by several more of his kind.

“END HIM, BREAK HIM!!” They screamed. Their chests began to glow.

“NO YOU FOOLS!” The Commander screamed.

The entire area was engulfed in flames.

The camo got out of the way just at the last minute. “Damn, I never thought they take that as a insult. The Master-Cheif did know when to accept defeat (evidence at the end of Halo).” The camo comed in, “The Haloite commander is taken care of, most of the Haloite soldiers realized what they did and are running.”

“Good, now is the time to bring in the Wingers. UP YOU GO BIG GUY!” With two turns and a fling on the chain attached to the Blood, Fury threw up him up for into the air.

Miles away, the signal is seen. Banshees attack the Blood (this is why they may only lose one unit) and the wingers launch. The following dogfight was a sight to behold. Fury did not watch for there was one thing that was intruding on his thoughts. *There is no reason for these attacks, could the Missilers have been discovered.* Fury readied his main weapon, a buster sword (the Sephirots hate Fury the most out of all the leaders of the factions, it's obvious they hate everyone), in preperation for the next attack which would destroy the city. If his vision was correct, the leader of the Sephirots would attack very soon. "I must be ready, The nearby goombas and other grunts of the factions try to attack him only to realize too late that they had made a big mistake; Fury eliminated them, using Energy Slash limit break.

(Please don't make up things about factions besides your own. Even though the thing about the Sephirots fits, I'm still a bit annoyed that you did so. PQ me first, k? Oh, and I'm still going to go ahead and allow it. Also, the only people Sephirot's really like are the Ascendeds, because they believe them to be the Spiritual Successors of Sephiroth.)

Sonyran Central Command
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Giant buildings rise from the ground, like one of the ancient cities from before the Apocalypse. People mill about, seeming to ignore each other. One building, particularly large and dome-shaped, dominates the landscape. A large landing pad sits in front of it.

The Warhawk slowly lowers to the ground, and lands smoothly. The Sergeant and Private exit, leading a dazed prisoner who seems to be smiling slightly.

“Private, wait outside. I'm taking this one in for examination.”

He pulls Trent inside a giant building, and the doors shut behind him.

“home…I'm home” Trent said. The Sergeant looked at him and said “wha?”
“I can walk. Don't worry, I won't do anything to you.” Trent said as he got up. His hand where tried up, so the Sergeant let him.

“Led on.” Said Trent. The Sergeant looked at him then pushed him ahead of him so He could not do anything to him.

“Allright, I'm taking you to the cells. We'll have someone come buy to have a look at you later. I have a feeling that you'll end up on a dissection table in the tech labs, but who knows. It might be decided that you're more useful alive.”

They reach an intimidating reinforced door. A small chamber on the side holds a guard, who immediately salutes. (I've messed around with the military ranks for this game. I put Sergeant pretty high up there, just because I think it sounds cool.)

“Sir, to what do I owe this honor?” The guard says, with a mischievious grin on his face, “I'm sure that someone as important as the illustrious Seargent Daniels has more important things to do than escorting prisoners.”

“Stow it Richards. Just open up so I can throw this one in. And hold onto this remote. I have a feeling that it'll blow him away if he pulls anything.” He then hands the remote to Richards, who leads Trent through the door and into the cell block.

Seargent Daniels heads down another corridor. “Now to get a drink. I need some alcohol.”

“Richards? huh. How about I call you Rich?” Trent asked. Richards said nothing. “hehe oh well. I guess home is home. Trent said as he sat down on the bench/bed. ”What do you mean Home?“ Richards asked. ”you don't know? I'm a Sonyran that was kidnapped about… how long was it? about 11 years ago… I really Hate those Wiivan Bastards…“ Trend said. ”I don't believe you. How do I know you…“ Said Richards. ”September 22, 2479. the town of Renesony. Burn to the ground. I saw my sister get shot and then thrown into the Fire." Trent said. Richards remember that day like it was yesterday. He when there to fight off the Wiivans that day. Richards then called Seargent Daniels via radio.

Seargent Daniels was just finishing his third vodka- BOTTLE of vodka, when his com device starting beeping.

“Dammit, what the hell do they want now?” he says, “I was just starting to get buzzed.” (Helghast can hold their alcohol, and Daniels is better than usual.)

He presses a button and holds puts the device up to his ear “What the hell do you want? I'm trying to get drunk here!”

Richards' voice comes over the com, “Yeah, well you'll have to booze it up later. There's something important going on with the new arrival. Get down here. And bring someone who can access the birth records.”

“Fine, I'm on my way. This had better be good though.” He presses another button on his com, and puts it back in his pocket. He then stands up and proceeds out the door of his quarters.

“hmm…” groaned Nexce. He was being chewed out from losing Trent and the Remote. “I should demote you to the Plumbers for losing him! Who knows what he is doing now!” Yelled his superior. Nexce took his Chewing and returned to his room. “Man I hate going throught that…” Nexce said.

The dead city was once again quiet. The battle had ended and the victors went on their way. As darkness settled they came out of their hiding places and gathered up the discarded equipment and scrap, then laid the bodies to rest at the outskirts of town. They returned to their corners and dark places and resumed their secret lives beneath the crumbling ruins. Night and the complete stillness settled on the ruined bones of the past.